#scarlet witch pov

[romanoffsbish]

A Love Worth Making

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!R

Prompts | Request

“I saw you naked once. And now I can’t stop thinking about it.” / “Could you be any wetter/harder?” / “Be a good girl and swallow that for me.”

Warnings: Drinking — They’re adorable tbh.

Smut: Mommy (W), Baby/Good Girl (R), Soft Sex, Blowjob / Facial (W has a dick), Unprotected Sex, Breeding, Fingering, Overstimulation. (R is a little bratty)

18+ | Minors DNI

Wanda's eyes lit up at the sight of you across the room, wearing the most form fitting suede suit she'd ever seen you in as you talked up Tony's plastered rich friends in search of donors for the boys and girls club of NYC.

The sight of you, muscles flexing beneath your jacket reminded her of what you look like bare. "Fuck," she grumbled affectedly under her breath, her cock twitched at the memory of that day when she caught you changing after one of your Tuesday gym sessions with Nat.

"Looks like someone's got a crush," Natasha teased, eyes lingering on the rising of her best friends pants, "Y/N is a total hottie, I get it."

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Wanda snatched her drink from her hand and glared at her with a raging fire behind her eyes. Natasha threw her hands in the air, "It was just an observation Wan, don't throw me across the room, especially when you haven't the time," the redhead tilted her glass, and that's when Wanda saw your smiling form headed her way.

"Hey ladies, I'm already at $2,000 for the night," you beamed, and graciously accepted the drink Natasha handed your way, "How about you take a break then Y/N/N, and I'll take over instead," the redhead offered, and as she went to take over she winked at Wanda.

"Hey Wands," you greeted the tense woman with a bright smile, watching happily at the way her shoulders relaxed upon hearing you.

"Hey Y/N/N," Wanda softly whispered, it was honestly hard to speak with you so close, your eyes sparkled with a consuming warmth, and up close she could see there wasn't more than a pale pink bralette beneath your suit jacket.

The sight of your skin alone already had her in a daze. Then you looked up at her through your lashes with your lips wrapped around the thin straw of your drink, that had her body heating up fast. Images of you on your knees, with her cock inside your mouth instead took her breath away, something even you couldn't miss.

"Wands, are you okay?" you reached out to feel her forehead, "Oh my, love, you're burning up."

Wanda watched you reach over the bar with a inquisitive pout on her face, you grabbed two bottles of water, then without much thought you intertwined your hands, and escorted the super flustered woman to her room. Once there you sat her down on the edge of the mattress, took her jacket and shoes off for her, then handed her the bottle of water, “Drink up!”

"I can run to the store, get you some medicine."

Wanda finally came back to herself when she saw you preparing to leave, "Not necessary."

"Wanda, honey please, you are sick, and I don't mind taking care of you," you softly reiterated, and the witch smiled graciously, but after a moment of reflection she was slyly smirking,

"I saw you naked once," she nonchalantly admits, jumping up quickly she trapped your unmoving body against her door, her nimble hands settled over a hip, and a cheek as she peered into your widened eyes, "And now I can't stop thinking about it," she gently smiled at you, "How about you take care of that?"

Wanda leaned her body against yours slowly, "Come on baby, you'd look so good with your lips wrapped around mommy's dick," she ran the pad of her calloused thumb over your lips and you could feel your shaky resolve collapse. Along with you as you settled onto your knees, obedience swimming in your eyes, "Good girl."

Her pants were quickly discarded, and she blushed when you eagerly removed her boxers. Knowing you wanted her just as bad as she'd wanted you pumped her surprisingly low ego up, and seeing your mouth fall open in shock at the sight of her large member well, it stroked it.

"Could you be any harder?" You teased her as you gripped her at the base, and began to lazily stroke her shaft, you saw her knees nearly buckle, but the ego you'd inflated was keeping her upright. Seeing her smirking down at you like this made your cunt throb with insatiable need, and next thing you knew you were preparing her cock for your desperate hole.

"Mmm, there you go," Wanda groaned as you used your tongue to teasingly trail over the pulsing veins of her cock just before you took half of her length into your mouth. There was no perceivable rush, but you moved as if there was, your hands stationed firmly against her ass for stability as you bobbed your head.

Wanda was turned on beyond recognition, she's honestly never been too keen on rushed intimacy like this, but with you it's all she can really do to not to just destroy you. With the way you had managed to take all seven inches down your throat as you looked up at her through your lashes with hollowed out cheeks to increase the pleasurable pressure, it had her on the ledge of bliss, ready to dive right into it.

The sinful noises you would make only drove her crazier honestly, every time her hips would jerk of their own volition you'd gag, she'd pulse in your mouth as your throat constricted around her sensitive tip, and this last instance of it sent her into rather dangerous territory.

"Be a good girl and swallow for me," she husked, and you found the way she slyly asked for your consent to do so hot, so you moaned out a fuck yes, and she let go when she felt the hum of your agreement around her shaft, she moaned brokenly as her cum shot down your throat in long spurts of white, and just as promised you swallowed it all down as she pulled her semi- soft cock from between your swollen lips with a sigh of total reluctance.

The winter chill in the air surrounded her wet member, and the sensation combined with the sight of you had her cock pulsing again, and without any warning she was cumming all over your unsuspecting face, "Fuck, I'm sorry," she panted, her hand haphazardly went to wipe it off but you caught her wrist, "Leave it there."

"Wh-what?" Wanda was dumbfounded, she stared into your blown out eyes in awe, there was this air of wildness to them she'd never been blessed to see before, and she loved it.

"I love the way you feel on my face mommy," you nuzzled your nose against hers and left your lips to ghost over hers, the ball was in her court, and she took her shot by closing the gap. 

Wanda groaned into your open mouth when she felt your hips pressing into hers, the feeling of your sued suit agitated her, and her moan was followed by a whimper when she flicked her wrist, your clothes now out of the way, with the frigid air brushing over your heated skin.

“Baby,” she gripped your hips with a bruising force, “If you want mommy’s cock, then beg.”

You huffed, “In your dreams,” and truth be told it was apart of yours too, but she didn’t need to know that just yet. “Fine, if you won’t beg, how about I see if your pussy will do it for you…”

Wanda chuckled hotly as your body shivered, her fingers trailed through your slit, she had to bite back a gasp, because you were absolutely drenched, and as she pulled her fingers from between your thighs she put the glorious shine on display for you both against the hanging lights above you, "Could you be any wetter?"

You chuckled softy at her teasing return of your earlier sentiments, then in a devious manner you pressed your ass against her upright cock, "Why not fuck me and find out? I could be drenching your sheets as we speak if you'd—."

Fuck around and find out, that's what they all say, and that's exactly what Wanda did. She shut you up, replacing your taunting words with screams of pleasure as she filled you from behind, she wrapped an arm around your waist so she could maneuver you until you were on her mattress with your face pressed into it.

Wanda was slow at first with her thrusting pattern, she wasn’t exactly sure where tonight would lead so she wanted to savor the feel of you just in case this wasn’t mutually wanted. The thought of that broke her heart, and the fear bled into her pattern because she gripped your hips even tighter then began to fuck you into the mattress without holding back at all.

"Fill me up mommy, wanna feel you inside," you pleaded, and Wanda felt a premature spurt release inside of you, "Give it all to me, please."

Wanda felt the blissful coil tighten, unbearably so, but she didn't want to let go, not until she was sure you meant it, "Are you sure Y/N?"

"Mhm, wanna be full mommy, wanna carry all of your babies please," you easily pleaded, a subtle admittance of your wildest desires, and that was all it took as Wanda thrusted deeper than before, letting her load fill your womb up entirely, as her hand slowly slid beneath your body so she could show your clit some love.

Your accompanying screams were nothing short of appreciative, as was the fluttering of your walls that were milking her dry, and even your eventual collapse onto the bed in a heap of mindlessness was a silent whisper of such.

Wanda pulled out of you slowly, watching in astonishment as your combined seed flooded out of your pulsing hole. With a tender graze of her fingers she collected it, and slowly pumped it back inside of you until you came again, and she never would've stopped if you didn't whine.

"Sorry printsessa, I couldn't help it," she gently rolled you over to your back, then kissed your swollen lips until you were both breathless.

"Thank you for trusting me with your body," she whispered, her lips and teeth gently grazed over the skin on your shoulder, "You are so beautiful honey," she smiled against your skin as she said her next words, "I love you Y/N."

You were smiling when she pulled back to look at you, her hand gently cupped your cheek so she could wipe away the budding tears, "Thank you Wands," you kissed her palm, "I love you."

This was all she'd ever wanted, and as she held your sleeping form close to her chest while her sitcoms softly filled the background, she felt she finally found her happy ever after, and she knew it when she held both of your little boys only nine months later as you slept soundly.

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1,808 Words

❤️ Kaitlyn 😏

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[marvel-wlw]

POV: You and Wanda were close, you went to Westview to try to get her to come home. But, things don't turn out like you hoped.

This was originally posted on my TikTok! Link is down below:

#wand maximoff pov #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #scarlet witch pov #marvel imagine #marvel pov

[radiantdanvers]

POV: Your camera roll if you're dating Wanda Maximoff: Part 2

#wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #marvel #mcu #pov #camera roll #pics not mine

[ribb6ns]

Dream

pairing: wanda x reader

word count: 1335

warnings: dark!themes, dark!wanda maximoff, lazy ending

summary: what you had originally thought to be dreams turn out to be something way more real.

a/n: kind of unfinished, might write a part two if requested

Screams escaping your throat, you thrashed uselessly against your restraints, tears sliding down your face. Your eyes were red and puffy from the hours of begging and pleading the witch to let you go. Your attempts were futile, and it had done nothing but amuse Wanda more.

You weren't even sure if this was Wanda. This couldn't be. Wanda wasn't like this. She wasn't a monster.

But one look at the witch's satisfied face made you beg to differ. She quirked an eyebrow, before walking over to you purposefully. 

"Quite a fighter, now, aren't we?" she lulled, her Sokovian accent dripping through her words. 

You bit back a sob, trying to stabilize yourself. Panicking wasn't going to get you out of this mess.

"What do you want?" you hissed. 

Wanda tilted her head slightly, taking in your body in front of her, completely at her will to do whatever she pleased with it. "Don't cry. I'm not going to hurt you," she said softly. You shook your head, chuckling sourly at her words.

"Then explain this," you spat, gesturing towards your restraints. Wanda sighed, circling the alter she had placed you on. 

"I'm sorry," she murmured. "I just couldn't resist. I was dying for a preview." 

A smirk tugged at her features as she placed the tips of her fingertips over your face, caressing your cheek gently. "Oh, you have no idea what I've done just to get to you. It took so long just to find a universe where I wasn't here for you," she hummed. "It was all worth it."

She leaned over you, her cerulean eyes boring into yours, mesmerized, before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "Now, hush, darling, this is nothing more than a mere dream."

"A... this is a - a what - I don't -"

Wanda pressed her lips together, a look of disappointment washing over her features. "Quite disappointing, hm?"

You shook your head, trying desperately to cling onto the bits of information the witch had just told you. You weren't sure which state you were in, but it definitely wasn't a sober one. 

"Aw, don't worry your pretty little head over it," Wanda said gently. "All you have to do is wait."

She sighed once again, glancing at her wrist. "I'll see you soon."

You started thrashing against your restraints again, confusion flooding your mind. "What do you mean?" you yelled. "I - I don't... I don't understand."

Your surroundings started to glitch, and you watched in fear as the stone walls became concrete white, your back suddenly pressing against a soft mattress. Panting, you sat up, and found yourself in your bedroom.

"It was a dream," you whispered to yourself, cradling your head in your knees, tightly wrapping your arms around them. "A dream. It wasn't real. It - oh my god, I'm truly going insane."

You reached for your phone, sending a text to your therapist scheduling an appointment for later today, before rolling out of bed. It was still dark outside, the only source of light coming from your lit up phone screen. 

You dragged yourself over the the bathroom, feeling the tension in the air dissipate as the cold water hit your back, thoughts racing through your mind in a crazed frenzy.

You shook your head, pushing the thoughts aside. You weren't crazy. Your therapist believed every word you said, taking concern in your recurring nightmares.

Calm down, you admonished yourself, squeezing your eyes shut. She'll understand. Your therapist will understand.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It turned out that your therapist, in fact, did not understand.

"You have to believe me," you said, "she's coming after me."

You were well aware of how crazy you sounded, but you needed closure. You needed someone to tell you that you weren't going insane, that it was all real.

"Y/N," Dr. Lee said, a pitiful look on her face, "if you want, I can prescribe you meds. All I can tell you right now, is that all of this is in your head."

You crossed your arms, leaning back on the sofa. "You know, I'd have thought that you'd be more understanding," you snapped.

Dr. Lee looked taken aback. You were acting completely different today, and your usual soft demeanor had almost diminished entirely.

"It's the best I can do. I can see that these... nightmares are affecting you. It's a common trauma response, imagining things that aren't real. But Y/N, we both know that Wanda's dead. She died whilst fighting Thanos."

"Yeah, but what if that's what they want us to think. What if - you know - she's manipulating my mind?" you exclaimed, waving your arms around in exasperation.

Dr. Lee placed a hand on your shoulder, taking in a deep breath. "Look, Wanda's dead. She's not coming back. No matter how hard you try to believe that she's alive and coming for you, she's not."

You groaned, pushing the therapist's hand off you. "Whatever. I'm leaving."

"Y/N, please -"

Rolling your eyes, you stood up and stormed out of the room, not even bothering to close the door. 

You were going to find out what was going on with you.

But before you could do that, you needed to collect the keys that you had accidentally forgotten in the therapist's office.

"Way to ruin the dramatic exit, Y/N," you mumbled, walking back to the room. "Hey, Dr. Lee, I seemed to have -"

You were caught off guard by the dead body that was laying on the floor. Dr. Lee was crumpled on the tiles, blood seeping out of her head, her eyes rolled back, a gun in her hand. Your breathing quickened, panic rising in your bones. 

A yellow sticky note that had been stuck to the floor next to the therapist caught your attention. You cautiously walked over to it, tears burning at the back of your eyes, trepidation looming over you. On the note, in gorgeous calligraphy, were possibly the most terrifying words you had ever read, written in what seemed to be your therapist's blood.

I'm coming for you <3

You swiftly swiped the note of the floor before crumpling it and tossing it into the bin, your attention still fixed on the dead body on the floor. Plus, it wasn't like the heart that she drew at the end of the note made it any better. 

You grabbed your phone, your fingers jamming against the buttons desperately as you dialed the police. The sound of ringing filled you ears, only managing to contribute to the sudden overload of emotions and noises.

"Hello, 911 speaking?"

You physically relaxed at the sound of the telecommunicator's voice, sighing in relief.

"Hello, yes, this is Y/N. I'm calling to report a dead body," you said. "I - I found my therapist dead. I'm at Sunset Room therapy center. Please, please send help."

Your words were met by static. 

"Hello?" you yelled into your phone, your eyes scanning the room frantically.

More static.

"Please, hello? I - hello?!"

"Yes, ma'am, sorry, there seems to be a disturbance in your -"

The telecommunicator never managed to finish his words, cut off by screaming. 

"Are - are you okay?" you asked.

"Hello, Y/N."

You dropped the phone in shock at the voice. Her.

You instantly bolted towards the door, only to find it jammed shut. You shut your eyes, bile rising to your throat. Your breaths were now ragged and short as you scrambled across the floor.

"It's okay, darling," Wanda cooed. You slowly crawled towards the phone, your hand clasped over your mouth to stop you from screaming. "You'll be safe and sound with me."

"What?"

The words escaped your lips before you could stop them, and you could hear the witch chuckle on the other side.

"Like I said, don't worry about it. I love you, and I'll see you soon."

"What - I - Wanda -"

Before you could get another word in, your phone exploded, bursting into flames. The door swung open, and you ran outside, as far as you could, before sliding down against the wall, tears streaming down your cheeks.

You knew she was coming for you, and you knew that when Wanda truly desires something, she'll stop at nothing to get what she wants.

#wanda maximoff #dark!wanda #dark!wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda pov #wanda maximoff pov #dark!wanda x reader #dark!wanda maximoff x reader #multiverse of madness #scarlet witch x reader #gxg #wlw #dark wanda #dark wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #dark!avengers #dark!fic #dark!fanfiction #!dark #dark! #im back lmao #dark!marvel #marvel #avengers x reader #avengers

[marvel-writer-101]

Consequences

Hiya! Another Avenger Y/n story!

Background; This is set in the Civil War time zone! Y/n is on team Iron Man.

Y/n's powers: they can use any power and create any suit whenever they need it

Warnings: fighting, near death experience, hospital scene, falling off a building, some cursing, op y/n, light arguing.

Word count: 1372

You click into the communication system, "Fighting with Barnes, top of the Avengers Tower. All exits are blocked off, no buildings close enough to jump to without almost dying."

"On my way over now." Tony says, flying over in his suit, you barley being able to hear him through your own sounds of fighting.

"So am i!" Natasha and Peter both say, Nat following up by saying she's on her way up the tower.

"Do we have a game plan for when you guys arri-" you start to say, getting cut off by pain striking you in the back and your leg, "shit..." You mumble, Steve and Wanda having shown up. Steve's shield grazed you in the back and Bucky having shot you in the leg. You struggle to get up. "Wanda.. Cap.." You mutter out, glancing over to Bucky, aiming his gun at you. "Look.. The others are on their way.. I dont want to fight.. Get out of here now.."

"You're helping us?" Steve says, laughing. "I dont believe you."

"Just.. Listen.." You say, falling over again, clicking back into the communication system. "Tony, Nat, Peter, where are you guys now..?"

"Just down the street, im almost there."

"A couple floors down."

"Uhh, a couple streets down! I think.."

"See...?" You say, weak and barley conscious. "Please.. I want.. To help.. Just.. Get out of here.. Nat is going to be up... Here soon.."

"Please. Why would we trust you?" Wanda asks, snickering.

You once again stand up, struggling to keep up your weight under your bleeding leg.

"You are bound to fall over any moment anyway Y/n. You can't fight us." Steve says, a smirk on his face.

"Cap, everything.. About you... Came out of... A damn... BOTTLE. You have.. No.. Place to.. Talk..!" You take a deep breath as you try to regain some strength. "Not to mention.. Have you forgotten.. What i can do? I can.. Use any power.. I could.. Ever think of.. It doesn't matter how weak i.. Am.."

"Do something then Y/n. Do something." Wanda says, a faint red glow appearing in her eyes.

"You see.. I would.. But you have.. Run. Out. Of. Time." You say, Tony flying up behind you, Natasha breaking her way through the barricaded roof door, and Peter climbing up the side of the building.

"Huh, thought you would've ran off when you had the chance." Tony says, walking over to Steve. Peter uses his web and takes Steve's shield.

"Hey this is a pretty cool shiel-"

"Kid, not the time. Natasha, help Y/n. Peter, help out with these three."

Nat rushes over to you, your leg and back still pouring blood.

"Nat... Everything... Hurts..." You mumble, a puddle of blood forming around you.

"Crap... Hey hey.. It's going to be alright.." She says, bandaging your back.

"W-will it be alright though...?" You ask, tears in your eyes.

"You are going to be fine." She assures, tying the bandages. "Give me your leg." You do and she starts to bandage it.

Wanda rushes over to you, clearly about to use her magic.

"Guys, steady your feet." You say, then send a large gust of wind to Wanda. In turn, knocking over Bucky and Steve, while Wanda nearly flew off the edge.

"Air bending... Helpful huh?" You say as Nat finishes the bandages on your leg.

"You little-!" Wanda shouts, then blasts you and Nat off the roof.

"CRAP!"

"DAMNIT!"

"Kid, grab them with your webs." Tony tells Peter.

"I cant-! They're falling too fast the web wouldn't get enough grip!" He shouts back, standing over the edge.

You click into the communication system, "Yeah a little help here?!" Followed by Natasha, "I don't care what you do, get us back on the fucking building."

"Kid, do something!" Tony shouts.

"I'll try-!" Peter shouts back, then grabs Nat with his web. "What do I do about Y/n?! I wont have enough time to grab them!"

"I'll be fine!" You yell into the communication system, barley audible through the fast wind around your falling body.

Peter pulls Natasha back onto the roof. "You okay?"

"Better than ever," she clicks into the communication system again, "Y/n. Game plan?"

"Oh simple.." You say, sighing, "I just hit the ground and nearly die!"

"You have powers, do something!"

"Yeah, but its a bit harder when im still bleeding!"

"Peter, no chance of grabbing them?"

"No!" He yells, clearly upset, "Even if I did, i wouldn't be able to pull them back up!"

"I'll be fine!" You assure again, "Im nearing the ground, if i cant make something in time, at least try to save me." You sigh, looking at the rapidly approaching ground. Then, with your last bit of energy, you create an iron man suit around yourself. You fly back up to the roof.

"This is a pretty cool suit, wouldn't you say Mr. Stark?" You joke, out of breath, shakey, and weak. "In all seriousness, I cant last much longer here.. Let's finish up, shall we?"

With that, you all begin to fight. Though it quickly becomes just the others when you collapse from your weakness, your suit disappearing from around you. 

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"Y/n. Wake up. Wake up! We have to get you help!"

Your eyes flutter open, Natasha standing over you trying to wake you up. You try to sit up, but fall back. "My.. Entire body.. Is in pain.." You groan, your eyes still adjusting to the sun from your unconsciousness.

"And, up we go." Nat says, picking you up, causing you to loudly grunt from the pain and the sudden movement. You try to walk, but stumble from your still injured leg. "Nat.. Mind helping me..?" You ask with a wince of pain.

Natasha nods and you put your arm around her shoulder. You limp back into the tower, sitting down as soon as you reached the living room.

"The bullet..." You mumble.

"Hm?" Natasha asks, getting both of you some water.

"The bullet.. Its still in my leg.."

"Shit." She mutters to herself, "TONY!" She suddenly shouts, a bit too loud for your head, pounding from the blood loss.

"WHAT?" He shouts back from his office.

"WE HAVE TO GET Y/N TO THE HOSPITAL!"

"Nat.. Im fine-!"

Tony rushes out from his office, "Why?!"

"The bullet... From Barnes.. Is still in uh.. Still in my leg."

"Nat, help Y/n to the car, I'll drive."

"I'm.. Fine-!" You insist again.

"Kid, you have a bullet in your leg, you aren't fine."

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You get to the hospital and are immediately prepped for surgery.

"Guys, I'll be fine..." You say, Tony and Nat standing by your hospital bed.

"Thought you already were fine?" Tony says with a light laugh. Nat elbows him.

"Tony, not the time."

A doctor comes in and says that its time for you to go into the surgery. "See you guys after." You say, giving them a not very reassuring smile.

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Nat and Tony wait outside the surgery room. The surgery lasts about two hours. A doctor comes out of the room.

"How are they?" Nat immediately asks.

"Y/n is doing fine, they got very lucky. Any higher and the bullet would've hit an artery."

"Crap..." Tony mumbles.

"Y/n should wake up soon, you can see them then." The doctor continues.

"Thank you.." Nat says, and the doctor walks off.

A few minutes later, another doctor walks out. "Y/n is awake. You may see them now."

Natasha and Tony instantly walk into the room to see you.

"Hey... Hey guys-!" You say, still droopy from the anesthetics.

"How you feeling?" Tony asks.

"As much as i want to say I'm fine, my leg hurts like hell." You say, sitting up. "And I need physical therapy, so I cant fight for a bit.. Though, we do have things for me to get better at the tower, so I can do the physical therapy there.."

"Do you know when you can leave?" Nat asks.

"As long as I can walk, tomorrow."

"Visiting time is almost over, we'll see you tomorrow, alright?" Tony says.

"Yup.. See you later..." And with that, they walk out, and you go to sleep.

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[high-quality-tiktoks]

me omw to dropkick that mf for whoever requested this

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[elfswiftiestuff]

so is anyone gonna broach the subject of adoption to wanda? i mean there are probably exceptionally high number of orphan kids in universe so just idk magic them into the family wanda!

#pov: wanda being reasonable #doctor strange spoilers #doctor strange multiverse of madness #doctor strange #wanda maximoff #wanda mcu #scarlet witch

[sylhea-raemi]

nero is funny bc he wasn't the first member to be recruited by makia, but he's technically the first gt9 member to be shown.

#he's not the first person in the team to reveal that he knows makia being a guardian #we don't even know if he knows yet nor was there any hints abt him knowing #but there's a possibility of him knowing it first before lapis frey and beatrice #ig the only hint we have is makia thinking if nero knew what kanon actually is and the secrets makia have.. but that's just it. #it's makia's thoughts and pov so we *don't* know how much nero knew not just abt makia but everything. #it's revealed that he knows about the upcoming war by kanon telling him #there's a hint of him knowing about the magicians being reincarnated but we don't know if he knew all of them and not just frazier's #nero immediately caught on that makia might have a history with kanon and it's either him already know abt it or he *doesn't* know shit #he just can tell something's up #well yeah no shit he's shown to be a genius since the second time he shows up of course he's sharp as well being the one who grasps #his teammate's hidden identity just from small hints (tbf lapis and frey's have pretty obvious ones) #and like.... i wonder if nero already figured it out. abt makia being a reincarnation of the scarlet witch since the summer ball.... #like not very very sure and he might've been hesitant abt it since like sure she *could* be the reincarnation of the scarlet witch-- #but it could also be that makia's spell during the ball was passed down in their family and only an o'drielle can use it #and maybbeeee he got even MORE confused bc makia's been making food that's not from their world that only the savior airi knew of #so now what. #sylhea talks maydare

[aparticularbandit]

Finding Family: Part Five: Chapter One

Summary: When America begins universe-hopping again to try and find her moms, she realizes that’s too much scope for her.  She looks for smaller scope, and instead she finds Wanda.

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Many, many months ago….

You see through eyes that are yours but are no longer yours.  Your mouth speaks words that you do not want and you do not mean, but you are powerless to stop them.  Breath enters your lungs and forces you to remain alive, even though it isn’t really you who is breathing.

You have a mouth, but you cannot use it to scream.

Westview is different without the Hex.  People have returned to their normal lives, sure, but without the community that Wanda had given them.  They hold their collective trauma to their chests.  For the first few weeks, they try to reach out to each other, but it’s…it’s weird, isn’t it?  To reach out to Dave across the street who you remember you always hated before the Hex because he’d been a racist piece of shit, but then the Hex happened and he’d…been your best friend?  All of his racism had been gone?  You’d been buddy-buddy and gone golfing on the weekends and then been frozen on the golf course together because for all of the power Wanda had over what she’d changed and created, once they got past a certain circle of relevance, she’d subconsciously stopped controlling their actions and left them frozen?  And now he’s Dave again, but he’s not as racist as he used to be, and you’d spent so much time being tortured with him that….

Of course, none of this applies to you.

You had come to Westview of your own volition, completely outside of the magic Wanda exhausted on maintaining her perfect little town, where everyone got exactly what they she wanted.  You had inspected what you could, trying to figure out just exactly what she was doing to create, well, everything, and then you had laid the groundwork to take all of her magic from her so that you could do it yourself.  Potentially on a grander scheme, but mostly so you didn’t have to deal with people ever again.

Magic maintains your youth and your life.  Without it, you will age just like any other mortal.

Just like you should, if you asked anyone else, but, in all honesty, who cares about woulds or shoulds when you have magic to stop all of that?  What is the point of having magic if you don’t use it to benefit, well, you?

The problem with being you in Westview—

No.  You aren’t you anymore.  You haven’t been you for….

Almost two years.  You think. You think.  It is hard to keep track of time the way that she has made you to be.  You aren’t always aware when what she has made you into checks the calendar.  You slip in and out.

You don’t think that’s what she intended.  She intended you to feel in pain.  Eternal, constant, incessant pain.  And these are all there.  You are in pain.

But it’s muted.

Or, at least, it’s muted now. It’s not the worst of the pain.

The worst of the pain was at the very beginning, right after she chained you, right after she put the barriers around your mind that kept you in place while the thing you had pretended to be took over with its bright, nosy smile and its snide side comments and its alcohol problem—

You didn’t realize it then, but that alcoholism was only a mask for the addiction to the dark magicks that you had been consumed with for three hundred years, and as you dealt with no longer having any connection to them, the you that isn’t really you had tried to swap from one addiction to the other, putting alcohol in place of the magic, except that it couldn’t really do for you what the magic once did.

You were so sick for so many months and in so much pain as the toxins of the book you’d kept for three hundred years painstakingly ripped themselves from your very cells, burned the insides of you alive, twisted your stomach, made your very innards churn as though you would melt from the inside out, as though the flesh coating your skin would rip itself off, as though your muscles and nerve endings were exposed to the open air, so that every errant breeze brushed across raw nerves, and you screamed, and you screamed, and you screamed, and no one could hear you because you couldn’t really scream because you couldn’t control your mouth—

And you would have died if she hadn’t been keeping you alive for her own special brand of torture—

After the months of a dry throat wrung raw and having alcohol poured down the burn and causing further flames, when the pain of losing access to the Darkhold subsided, everything else felt…less.

So much less.

It’s still there, a bug buzzing incessantly in the back of your mind, in the little mind you have left, like a new sunburn under burning hot water, like scratching at your skin so hard from an itch that the top layer comes off and oozes and every drip of water that should help just burns so sharply and every twist of your wrist does the same—

But it’s not as bad.  You may not be the one breathing the air that fills your lungs, and you may not be the one who directs your eyes to whatever it is that you see, and you may not even be the one who speaks the words that pass through your lips, and you may still be in constant, unending pain, but it’s not.....

The worst of it isn’t even Ralph.

And she has given you that, too.  She has given you Ralph, who acts just as you described him, and you’re not sure where exactly she found him, but he exists, he very much exists, and he’s not the worst sex you’ve ever had, but he’s just another man who doesn’t really care about his partner’s satisfaction so much as his own, and you don’t think he’s ever considered that he isn’t being satisfying, and the self who maintains your body doesn’t understand what it means to be satisfied, which is just another level of pain on top of everything else.

Of course, there is a Ralph.  She intended for you to be tortured by the loss of your autonomy.  Of course, there is a Ralph.  Your punishment would not be complete without one.  She intended for you to become who you pretended to be.

And that’s the worst of it, really.

The people of Westview know exactly who you are and they remember you and the fight you had with Wanda before she left – the ones who hadn’t run off – and some of them remember you tampering with their brains, too, to change what Wanda intended for them, remember that you could have set them free – or at least tried to help – but were so concerned with what you wanted that you could have cared less about any of them—

The you she intended for you to be is a nosy neighbor, but how can you be a nosy neighbor when no one wants anything to do with you?

The you who commands your lips, your legs, your mouth, your body wants nothing more than to be involved with someone’s life.  To sit and chat and gossip with the best of them.  To run in when your neighbor needs help, because of course, they need your help and to offer what little help you can – help that is often more of a hindrance than anything actually helpful – to keep an eye on newborn babies or to be the Kimmy Gibbler who just comes over and snacks and comments about your horrible relationship with your husband as a counter to the wonderful lives your neighbors are living, to offer a drink as comic relief when things get rough at council meetings (which is its own sort of backward thinking, isn’t it, given that the you she has turned you into definitely has an alcohol problem, anyone could see it a mile away)—

She can’t do any of it.  You can’t do any of it.  No matter how hard you try.  Because no one wants anything to do with you, and Wanda didn’t leave any spells in place to force them to let you continue in your punishment.

Ironically, this just makes things worse.  The you she intends is just as miserable as the real you, only with less pain, except that the more miserable she is, the more she drinks, the more she tries to make in-roads with her neighbors (who all still hate you and thus still hate her), and the more she curls up in her bed while Ralph is definitely out screwing the milkman (you can’t even run into his knife ten times, what a crying shame) and cries and cries tears that come from your body and out of your eyes but aren’t actually yours, except that maybe you want to cry, too, because when you told your mother all those years ago that you could be good, you could have been good, and you feel that, too, now more than ever, because the Darkhold is gone and you are you again, and you think—

You don’t think much because there isn’t really much room to think but you think you deserve this.

Sometimes.

Most of the time, you’re still trying to scream, panicking within yourself, wondering just how long this will last.

You don’t dream, but the other you does, and you’re more aware of what she dreams than you’ve ever really been of your own dreams.

And at almost the two year mark, something happens.

 The other you puts you to bed like a robot.  Ralph is gone on a business trip, and this time, when the mailman comes to drop fresh milk at your door, she stood at the window and stared out at him and thought maybe she’d bring it up with Ralph when he returns this time. Maybe she’ll quit making the snide side comments and actually bring it up.

You know better.  The lives of the nosy next door neighbors don’t get that sort of satisfactory conclusion very often.  You are meant to be comic relief, not to have such serious narratives.  But the serious narratives exist ever in the background, built on comments you are making, and simply remain unaddressed.

She will never say anything to Ralph, and Ralph will never say anything to her, because this show isn’t getting renewed, and the main character is so far gone that the storyline will never wrap up.

That’s your fault.  Partly. But she couldn’t have kept it going indefinitely.  Not with her husband.  Not after she’d realized what she was doing to everyone else.

But that’s not the point.

The point is that this you who is not you has curled up in the bed she shares with a man who came from you still don’t know where and she’s cried and cried until her eyes are red and dry and she’s exhausted from crying (and the alcohol has made all of the tears that much harder and stronger and left her that much more exhausted), the point is that after all of this she eventually passes out and begins to snore (you are certain that you don’t snore, but this is meant to be torture, so of course, this you snores), the point is that when she begins to dream what she will not remember when the morning comes and she wakes with a hangover that you will feel twenty times worse than she could ever imagine, you see it.  You see it all.

And you remember.

She dreams of someone who might have once been you, who looks like the you from two years ago, but darker, somehow; she dreams of a you with the Darkhold spread open in front of her, eyes closed, cheeks hollowed, and she dreams of a you whose hair is streaked not with grey or white but thin wisps of scarlet.

When magic exudes from this dream self’s fingertips, it comes violet and onyx and tinged with scarlet, a scarlet that almost overpowers every other color, a scarlet that weaves around this other self in intricate braids of tingling static.

The dream self breathes in once, calms, and lets it out as she hovers before a relief picture of a witch much like herself but who was clearly not intended to be her.  You remember what Wanda looked like before she left, and more importantly, you know that she had children that you do not have.  So those kids on either side in that relief mean it can’t be you.  Can’t be her, whoever the dream self is.  Wasn’t supposed to be.

And as this dream self breathes and relaxes, the book in front of her begins to disintegrate.

Her eyes snap open.  One eye blazes violet as your power, and the other blazes scarlet as that you intended to absorb but did not successfully steal.  She scrabbles for the book, and its burning pages burn her blackened fingers – so much darker than yours had ever been, all the way through each joint, leaving only her palms clean and whole.  The burn doesn’t hurt her, but no matter what she does, the book burns to black ash.

Then – wherever it is she is – the entire building begins to collapse.  She turns around wildly, seeing the rocks fall, and you recognize the writing on the walls, recognize them as the same spells in the book you once used to keep, but even these are crumbling, even these are being destroyed, and she flees just before the crumbling ceiling can crash her to pieces.

She screams, and she screams, and you hear those screams echoing in your head as she turns to the sky, hands clenched into fists, eyes blazing with anger and her own stolen power.

The you who is not you does not remember any of this when she wakes up.

But you do.

#bandit fic #finding family with wanda and america #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #america chavez #agatha harkness #mcu #GUESS WHO'S BACK #BACK AGAIN #look it wouldn't be a bandit fic if there wasn't second person pov in here somewhere right #(technically this is not true; not all of my fic use second person somewhere; but most fandom stuff has second person somewhere; etc.) #queue

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Something Sweet

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Wanda’s absolutely infatuated with the baker in the city, and Natasha, the bakers bestie, knows about the mutuality, and she teases them relentlessly for it.

Warnings: Dead Parents.

Yesterday at the ungodly hour of six in the morning you'd heard incessant knocking on your door, opening it up to see the red masked spider boy dangling upside down before you. Muttering a quick, "Miss Y/L/N! Get to the high school," before he was swinging off to continue in his evacuations, and you moved around to collect your most important things; the box labeled 'in case of another disaster', and your baby boy—Mr. (Murder) Mittens.

Another attack on New York, it was almost as if it was becoming a biannual event at this point...

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But just like every single time before 'Earth's Mightiest Hero's', the Avengers, swoop in to handle the bad guys; destroying half of the city in the process, leaving mostly ash and rubble behind in their wake, and the many an average Joe heartbroken upon learning they had to rebuild—again.

The Avengers normally would remain scarce during this time of the aftermaths effects, leaving behind an unending set of emergency funds for all those in need of assistance to rid themselves of their guilty consciences, and releasing the perfectly crafted PR statement to focus on the victory over the carnage of it all.

Fortunately for you money has never been much of a problem, your late parents being rather prominent CEO's as you were aging. They were beyond loaded, and after graduating high school they wanted to help you on your journey to fulfilling your lifelong dreams of owning your very own bakery. Putting you through the finest of culinary school's, and after the two years it took for you to obtain your Pastry Chef certification they gifted you with a shop of your own; they were filthy rich, and you were their pride and joy so really it made sense—they'd have given you the world if possible, and lord knows that they had tried.

You went to public schools over private, played outside with the neighborhood kids until the lights came on, and spent your days reading in your room, and learned how to play the keys from the internet instead of with a trainer. Throughout your childhood your dad would spend every available weekend indulging your genuine interest in the kitchen, and once you got to your teens your mom taught you how to manage a checkbook all in preparation for your future business endeavors.

The capitalistic world never fully consumed them like it did their colleagues, sure they had the luxury cars, and the villa in Prague, but they never overindulged in anything, and you were grateful for it. Being self made humbled them, and in turn kept you much the same. They'd always been your compass, guiding you through any struggle that came your way, and instilling a strong set of morals in you that were meant to last a lifetime.

Then, after their untimely death back in that first tragic attack in 2012 they literally left you with both everything, and nothing all at once. They had been trapped on the top floor of their office's skyscraper, fighting for their life while you were happily sipping on endless cocktails under the West coast sun. Nothing had felt real to you when you had returned to the city from California where you'd been helping an aunt. The cracked, and soot covered three foot neon pink cupcake lying at your feet, along with the refreshing list of names of all those lost made it impossible to ignore though.

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You were absolutely gutted, unable to fathom going on without them at the ripe age of twenty one, let alone having to plan out their funeral. Everything about the funeral felt far too stuffy, unrecognizable, snooty people in posh suits giving you their well wishes; their loud sniffles and crumpled tissues nothing short of cringeworthy.

The whole endeavor felt like one of the boring meetings they'd always complain to you about. Their words fell on deaf ears though, and you avoided them as best you could by hiding in a corner. It wasn't until a flash of red disguised beneath a grey hood had caught your eye that the event became a bit more interesting, you followed the hooded figure outside, and she was quick to pull you into an alleyway once your chase down wasn't appearing to relent. Nimble fingers pulled the hood down, and a fresh wave of anger rolled through you when her identity was revealed.

"What are you doing at my parents funeral?"

Something was off when you locked eyes with the woman, there was a clear layer of sadness in them, and the mask you expected was intentionally dropped. This vulnerability truly threw you off too because you'd read about the woman, after the attack that took your parents you had stayed up all night reading about all of them. The so called protectors that brought their fight to the Big Apple, the heroes of a generation, and the one's who left far too many to perish.

There was the noble man from the 40's with his precious shield of patriotism, the big oaf with the hammer who's vengeful brother took a joy ride through your city, the playboy with a God complex and stacks of cash, the green giant with anger problems, and then the two secretive government agents with no known enhancements that turned into the worlds heroes overnight.

Natasha had been rather captivating in your research, just the way there was hardly anything to know about her at face value. There were deep web forums that deemed her to be a cold, ruthless killing machine, only to then be countered by the city folk they interviewed who spoke of her in complete opposites. Plus the clips that were obtained showing as she held her own while guiding civilians to safety, it had actually inspired the little girl in your heart; then you remembered your parents, and it was back to an ensemble of emotions primarily fueled by grief.

"I-Um, I'm sorry for disrupting the service, I'll be on my way so you can get back."

She didn't really strike you as the stuttering type, so you found yourself too intrigued to allow her to just run off, "Natasha right?"

"Look, I don't want to cause any problems..."

"It's a bit late for that, so how about you answer my question...," You bite, feeling a tinge regretful when you notice her flinch at your harsh, but painfully honest words.

"I wanted to pay my respects, I'm sure you're not exactly a fan of mine, but it wouldn't feel right to me if I didn't see the pain we inflicted. I'm truly sorry for your loss Miss Y/L/N, and if I could've stopped what came I would've. This will stay with me for the rest of my days, our mistakes shouldn't be swept under a rug, your parents, and all those caught in the crossfire deserved better. I'm just sorry we'll live on as the monsters of your story, it's a fair juxtaposition. I do hope you manage to find peace on your journey though."

After only five minutes with the woman, and the previously overwhelming evidence to the contrary, you knew the redhead wasn't a monster. A misguided hero with immense baggage, maybe, but definitely not a monster.

"You know, my parents always told me that the true monsters hide in the shadows, and continue down a path that brings only pain. But that the people who make mistakes, and spend every day going forward trying to make it right aren't truly monsters at all. Natasha, I know that you're intentions were good, and it's a fair bet to say that when it is six up against hundreds of aliens there's bound to be casualties of circumstance. Forgiveness is an important part of life, I'm shocked I've already reached that stage, but I want you to know I don't hold you responsible here, and that for your sake I forgive you." Natasha stares at you wide eyed, a stray tear falling that she swats away instantly, but the soft smile, and eyes radiating forgiveness only makes her need to cry worse.

"Y/N, I hope you know I didn't come here seeking out your forgiveness." Her wet eyes bore into yours as she speaks, "Oh, I know that, but I'm telling you it's all yours to have." Natasha, unexpectedly, pulls you into a tight embrace, and you melted into the stranger, feeling safer with her than you did in the room full of your parents colleagues.

You mumble against her jacket, "Now that that's over, would you like to go get a drink with me? I feel like we could both use a friend about now, and definitely a shot or three..." The redhead pulls back with a smirk, nodding firmly as her hand slips into yours to drag you across the city to her favorite spot.

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After your brief moment with the woman you realized it was best for you to take a step back.

Selling off their mansion in the Hamptons, and all of their excess belongings, and donating the profits to all those affected / displaced by the recent happenings. Then you took off on a long hiatus from the world of baking, and  city life. It was a whole three years before you'd even returned, and when you did you planned to rebuild, only to find it had already been done for you, and a note on the counter of your apartment led you to the Avengers compound.

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A rather beaten up Natasha was perched on a step with a pensive expression on her face, eating a cupcake with a grimace to follow, and her eyes pleaded for you to save her.

"Thank God you're finally back, I'd kill to have a decent pastry, the current ones are just so processed, and yours never were."

With an accomplished smirk on your face you approached, "Oh, I never knew you'd been a fan of mine," you playfully mused as you settled on the step beside her.

"You were the only bakery in town that ever offered a variety of pastries, whenever I was in need of a pick me up I'd come in for a slice of the Russian delicacies you'd offered."

"The honey and apple cakes?"

"Yes! Please just promise me that they'll be on the menu Y/N!"

"Never in my days did I expect to see The Black Widow pleading with me, but seeing as how you got my shop back in working order for me it's the least I could do."

Natasha squeals, forgetting her public persona for a moment as she wasn't usually this giddy, but your budding friendship lended to her not really caring, especially not when you offered her such good news.

"Actually..." you teasingly drag the word out, hand slowly reaching into your bag as her eyes lock onto your face, "... I have something for you..." Natasha's once excited face drops when you pass her a "I ❤️ France" keychain, and right before she could shove you, you settled an entire cake tin on her lap.

"You are the absolute best, and if I wasn't happily engaged to Maria I'd be asking for your hand in marriage." You giggle as you watch the reformed assassin shovel a whole entire slice into her mouth via a nimble hand., "Well, how about instead of marrying you I just cater your guys wedding?" You playfully offer with a nudge to her shoulder, and the redhead violently nods her head in genuine approval causing you to chuckle, and realize you'd missed the woman so much more than you ever thought possible.

Natasha fills you in on all that's gone down while you were away, and she playfully fills in the gaps in your own stories, letting you know that she'd been with you the whole entire time. The conversation had flowed so naturally, and unbeknownst to the both of you it had lasted for hours, so it shouldn't have shocked you when someone came outside to interrupt the both of you, but you'd practically jumped out of your skin at the additional voice.

"Sorry to interrupt Natasha, but it's time for training, and Steve asked me to collect you."

The most beautiful woman you'd ever laid your eyes upon had made her way outside, peering down at the both of you from about ten steps up, bouncing from her left to her right foot, and the shy smile she offered had you at a loss for words., "Wanda, I'd like you to meet my good friend Y/N Y/L/N, she's a local baker who just got back into town." Wanda Maximoff, you remember Natasha mentioning her earlier on, and she's far prettier than you'd been led to envision.

Wanda cautiously makes her way down the stairs, meeting new people had never exactly been her strong suit; it apparently becomes all that much harder when you're in a foreign country, and it also doesn't help if the person you're meeting is beyond gorgeous.

Wanda stumbles over the last step, and you’re quick to catch her, causing the witch to freeze., “Sorry, it was just you were about to fall.,” Wanda shakes her head at your apologies., “No, thank you! It just sorta shocked me is all.” Wanda’s close to swooning when you smile.

“Of course, we can’t have a pretty girl falling down the stairs.,” You tease, and the witch chokes on air, but manages to cover it up as a sneeze, even if it is the dead of Winter.

“Anyways, you two have training to get to, and I have a bakery to reopen.,” You turn to the brunette., “It was lovely to meet you Wanda, and I hope to see you around.” Wanda smiles at you., “Yeah, I will see you.” You chuckle as you descend the stairs, side hugging Natasha as you do, and waving back once more as you make your way back down the dirt path.

Natasha knowingly smirks after witnessing the beyond awkward encounter, a mental note made to work her supposed magic and hopefully bring the both of you together.

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Natasha Romanoff had become your very best friend much to your own shock, but after the last five years you'd most certainly never wish to change your circumstances, especially not when the beautiful Sokovian came along with the former assassin on most occasions.

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There was a rather large crowd of people stood outside of your shop on the first day of Fall, there was a subtle breeze that had you jonesing to get into the back and start baking. You were almost certain the crowd had formed due to your menu changes that came with the upcoming holidays.

Cinnamon rolls were enhanced with the taste of pumpkin, green apple and sausage stuffing bites were made for the savory fiends, and festive ghost and pumpkin shaped donuts were added to the shelves. Your set out pies were interchangeable by your mood, one week it would be spiced apple, the next pumpkin, and for consistency there'd always be pecan.

Once you finally pushed through the crowd, reminding them that you didn't open for another two hours you entered the building. They dispersed with loud sighs, and promises to return throughout the day, and you sent them off with recommendations for the coffee shop on the corner to bide their time.

While baking in the back you heard a crash in the shop, “No, not again…” You groan in fear of another attack, but what you find instead is almost worse., “Natasha, what the fuck?”

“Good morning to you too Y/N/N, I couldn’t wait for you to open, Wanda and I here have to leave for a mission in an hour, but we also need sustenance.” She teases, and it’s only then that you notice the gorgeous brunette stood behind her wearing a sheepish smile.

“A text would’ve also worked out Romanoff…” The former assassin simply shrugs, and you shift your focus to the nicer of the two women., “Hi Wanda, what can I get for you darling?” Wanda continues to look down, attempting to hide the blush on her cheeks from the chosen term of reference., “My usual is fine.” Natasha rolls her eyes at the witches struggles, then she moves forward to hover over the counter.

You moved behind the counter to put together their usual, for Wanda: an orange scone, a block of Sokovian fudge, and a green drink; for Natasha: half a honey cake, half an apple cake, a berry streusel, and a dry cappuccino.

“Well, here we are ladies, your before we even open breakfast.,” Natasha slips you a hundred with a wink as she collects hers, and Wanda hesitates before reaching out to grab hers, the shake in her hand unnoticed by you as you worked overtime to regulate your breathing., “Thank you Y/N/N… Oh my gosh I’m sorry.,”

Wanda rushes to grab any napkin she could, rubbing aggressively at your chest, and only spreading the green stain across your top, so you resort to grabbing her wrist., “Wanda, it’s fine, I’m a baker, I have a surplus of shirts in my office. Let me just remake your drink, and you’ll be good to go.”

Wanda nearly stops breathing as your hand covers hers, paired with that gorgeous, reassuring smile of yours and she’s nearly falling to her knees, but she manages to nod. Natasha holds back her laughter at the painful debacle, but she’s not a monster, the relentless teasing will just take place on the Quinjet.

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On your walk into the city you had a wagon full of freshly baked pastries that you were handing out to all of your unfortunate shop neighbors. When you eventually walked up to your shop you were stunned to say the least, for some odd reason the freshly patched up Avengers were stood outside of your shop, all adorned in the type of attire one would wear to do yard work.

Each one of them holding a varied expression, most of the men looked relaxed, wearing sheepish smiles while Tony looked completely uninterested, and Thor was beaming with energy. Natasha was smirking your way, eyes trailing with clear intent from you and over to Wanda who wore a bright smile, and you fixed her with a glare before softly smiling back at the Sokovian who sort of owns your heart.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the band of superheroes that seem to hate my pastries..." You tease, pointlessly reaching to unlock the door because as soon as your key taps the lock the door falls in, glass shattering everywhere, and you squeal as your body is yanked back by tendrils of red., "Y/N/N, honey you have to be more careful, you could've gotten hurt."

Wanda's arms tightly holding you had you unable to string together a sentence, and the environment had become awkward the longer the brunette held onto you., "Jesus Wanda, it was just a little glass, let the girl go now, the danger is gone." Tony finally pipes up, and just like that Wanda's releasing her hold on you, and if not for Natasha's quick thinking by pulling you into a hug you would've collapsed.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit from my favorite band of destructors?"

"Well, witchy over here threatened us, saying that if we weren't here bright and early to help you rebuild she'd make us all rue the day." Tony admits, and you can't fight back the smile associated with the care of the beautiful witch. "Wanda, honey, is this true? You're too kind." You softly ask, pulling her into a grateful hug, and she truly savors the moment, "Yes..." Neither of you can see the other's wide smiles, or the reddened cheeks of one flustered witch, but everyone else there can.

Tony clears his throat, and you want to rip him apart every time he seems to ruin the moment, "Listen lovebirds, this weird flirting ritual is cute and all, but some of us have life's to live, so can we get this show on the road?"

"Stark, what could you possibly need to be doing right now? Applying a tenth layer of mouse to that mane of yours?" Wanda giggles as she pulls back, settling next to Natasha once more and avoiding her teasing gaze.

Tony scoffs, looking at you as if you'd bored him, "So anyways, there's too many of you for my tiny shop, but I do think it would be nice if some of you helped the Wong's across the street, they're elderly and their kids are out of country currently, so it'll take them a lot longer to rebuild without help. Here's my black card, swipe it for anything they need—."

"Why would they need your help, we set up funds for these events. Also, how do you even have a black card, you own a bakery..."

"For a smart guy you really are quite dense." The group of Avengers stifle their reactions., "Your funds, though helpful for many, don't help lower end mom and pop shops that much. The application process is lengthy, and the processing time for many leaves them without income for nearly three months, which isn't helpful when another attack is on the horizon by the time they finally reopen their doors." Everyone present shifts about awkwardly as your words sink in, finding out that the help they provide isn't really worth that much in the long run kind of feels like the purpose was defeated.

"Secondly Stark, though my finances are none of your business, I, like you am a trust fund baby. My parents had died in that rebuilt skyscraper over there back in 2012, they were pretty prominent CEO's, they'd actually been to a few of your company's events, Thomas and Eliana Y/L/N." You note the exact moment all of them put your loaded words together, Tony's brows furrow as he starts to see the resemblance in your features, and the sarcastic demeanor he'd shown up with fades.

"Anymore questions, or are we ready to get to work my mighty men and women? I brought my famous pastries, feel free to grab one." Natasha inappropriately smirks as the rest of the groups faces fall when you enter your building with the wagon full of food, leaving them all to ponder their next moves.

"Well, you heard the woman, Wanda and I will stay to help her out, the rest of you go help the Wong's, and Tony, swipe your card—not hers!"

Wanda groans upon hearing Natasha's words, being alone with you is hard enough, but add Natasha to the mix and it becomes painful. Natasha, ever the meddling spy, has been working tirelessly for the last two years to get you two together, but you're both painfully oblivious to the others infatuations, and it leaves the former spy bewildered every time she sees the looks of longing exchanged, or the hugs and touches that linger beyond normalcy.

Wanda's completely in love with you, she has been infatuated with you since she saw you for the first time sat on those steps, and every interaction since has left her heart a mess. Teasing asshole that the redhead is, she knows this whole ordeal will become a spectacle now. After taking in a deep breath she enters your destroyed establishment, and is met with quite the sight, leaving her in a state of amusement.

"Natasha! For the last time, no!," You shout., "But Y/N/N! This fridge was untouched in the chaos, and the cake says it only expired like two days ago.," In a state of desperation you slap the cake from her hands, but she's too quick, diving straight into the rubble to save it., "That's it! I'm checking you into rehab!"

"There's no such thing as rehab for cake...," She grumbles, settling herself down uncomfortably into the rubble, hand going to open the plastic container, but Wanda's red tendrils put a halt to her movements., "Little witch, don't forget I know where you sleep...," Wanda chuckles at her empty threats, because in a duel between the two, Wanda would have the upper hand.

You continue to watch the two Avengers bicker, moving around your shop you begin to sweep up the rubble., "Oh no, you drop that broom!," Your eyes widened, her voice laced with clear annoyance and being directed towards you was unfamiliar territory, and to be honest it was truly terrifying. Wanda noticed the uncertainty in your eyes, her resolve instantly softening, "Dorogoy, there's just no reason you should be sweeping, leave it to us."

Your grateful, lopsided smile instantly melts her, and Natasha holds back a gag at the sight., "To her, leave it to her, if I can't eat then I clearly wasted my time coming down here." Wanda slaps the assassin upside her head, then runs in your direction for protection, but really it's her perfect excuse to hold you from behind.

Natasha jumped up so fast that the cake had gone flying which left her even angrier, "You!" She seethes, finger pointed at the witch behind you, but she falters in her anger when she sees your hands outstretched before your smiling face, a fresh slice of the honey cake plated up, her mouth instantly salivating, and her body lunged forward to snatch up the plate.

Maybe she was addicted... Oh well...

Wanda spun you around so fast, and pulled you into a tight hug, "Y/N, you're my hero..." She lightly teases, whole body warming as she's able to pull a sweet laugh from you, and to be able to feel as your body shook within her hold. "I wonder if the boys are having any better luck with the Wong's restaurant, because so far all we've done is stop Natasha's tantrum..."

"Well that just won't do at all now will it? The guys ego's will inflate if they're ahead of us.," Wanda muses as she reluctantly pulls away from you, then with the snap of her fingers, and the most adorable crinkle of her nose your bakery is blanketed in a mist of crimson. Wanda intently watches your face, the way that your eyes light up and mouth falls open at the sight of her magic fixing the entirety of your building brings her so much joy, and peace. That the magic she's always been so hesitant to use in front of you in fear that you'd be scared does the exact opposite settles her soul.

"Wanda, this is fucking amazing, you're so cool.," Natasha snorts., "Cool? Yeah right.," The assassin effortlessly avoids the object thrown at her face as she makes her way over to you for a hug., "Did you see the googly eyes? The little witch could be all yours for the low price of you growing a pair and finally asking.," You knew she had an ulterior motive here, but you'd also never deny the woman a hug, they're rare as can be, and her hold is always calming., "Tasha, you're beyond blind, there's no way she's into me...,"

"No, you're the blind one..." Natasha groans, because once again you act as if the witch hadn't been staring at you like you hung the moon and the stars less than a minute ago, not to mention the unnerving glare Wanda's taken up since you've entered the current embrace., "Wanda! Stop glaring, and just ask this nitwit out already! You're both aggressively oblivious, and it's pissing me off! I want to do the double dates, and stop this third wheeled nonsense."

"Natasha Romanoff!" You shriek in total embarrassment, shoving the cackling assassin away from you, and your weak glare does nothing to the woman who just slips out of the room in the hopes that the forced solitude will cause some much needed progress here.

Wanda's heart was beating wildly in her chest, exactly what she feared would happen did, but deep down she was also a bit grateful that the information was at least out in the open now, and judging by your peaked heart rate and drooping head Natasha definitely wasn't lying about just how oblivious you both had been.

Wanda cautiously approaches you, her fingers under your chin to lift your head, but your eyes stay shut, obvious tears settled on your lashes., "Y/N, honey, can you please look at me?," Wanda's heart constricts when she sees the fear in yours, while you suddenly feel rather small under her softened gaze, and the panic of an impending rejection completely takes over., "I'm sorry about Natasha, I-I hope this doesn't change anything between us, I do really, really like you Wands, and I don't want to lose you just because you don't feel the —."

Her finger settles over your lips, effectively cutting your panicked speech off., "Who said I didn't feel the same? Goodness Y/N, I've been all over you since I got here, is my love for you not obvious? I was just worried that you would never feel the same." You snort beneath her finger., "Wanda, I drop off Sokovian treats weekly just to see your smiling face, I have sat there for hours if you're not readily available. Actually, I did months of research just to be able to perfect those treats, and you're worried about me not feeling the same?"

"Well, you make Natasha her Russian treats.," She reasons, and you look up to her seriously., "Yeah, because I value my life." Wanda rolls her eyes, but then she nods in understanding, her hands move about to cup your cheeks, she smiles when you lean into her touch, and she just admires your face while the room falls silent.

"So, you love me then?" You lightly tease, and she groans at her previous slip up, her head falling against your shoulder., "Let me tell you a secret Wands, I might kinda love you too." She quickly pulls herself back upright, her eyes searching yours for the truth, and finding it.

"We're idiots.," Wanda giggles as she realizes just how oblivious the both of you'd been this whole time, and you laugh along with her as you settle into her warm, welcoming embrace. Natasha re-emerges, ruining the moment with a slow clap., "Yeah, you guys really are!," she dodges Wanda's zap of red., "I'm going to tell the guys how great we did over here, you two don't stay out too late, and use protection!"

"Remind me, why do we keep her around again?" You whisper to the giggling witch., "Because I'm fun, and you both love me!"

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After reluctantly departing from one another you'd both gone off to plan for the first date. You wanted everything to be perfect, so you had picked Wanda up a bouquet of gardenia's, and booked one of the nicest restaurants in the city to hopefully impress her. Meanwhile Wanda had planned for something far more intimate, and so after you gave her the flowers, and shared a delicious meal, she dragged you to her car with promises of a continued night.

After an hour of driving you began to wonder if she had a good time., "Wanda, was dinner ok?"  Wanda's hand settled on your thigh, followed by a light squeeze of reassurance. "Yes detka, everything was lovely, why do you ask?," Sighing you shift to face her, nervously you play with her fingers "It's just, I wanted this to be perfect is all, and I was scared it wasn't."

Wanda pulls over into a random parking lot, shifting to face you with a sweet smile.,"Detka, it was perfect to me when you agreed to the date, everything else is just extra noise. The flowers were beautiful, the conversation was perfect, the food delicious, and the woman sat across from me was a sight for sore eyes. Now, stop worrying your pretty head, and come on."

Wanda escorted you out of the car, and into a vacant field, a blanket in her hand, and a wide smile on her face., “Thought we could watch the sunset, then lay under the stars for a bit.,” Her pure, unwavering excitement had your heart thumping out of beat., “Sounds perfect.,” You settled down onto the blanket, then she sat down right behind you, and wrapped her arms around your waist, you momentarily forgot how to breathe, but you shortly found yourself melting into her embrace.

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Wanda was staring up at the stars, a hand lying over her abdomen, while the other was lightly laying over your hip., "Wands, where do you see this going? I mean, you're this badass superhero, and I'm just a silly little baker." Wanda squeezes your hip, gently readjusting herself on the blanket until she's hovering over you, and smiling down at your pouting face.

"Y/N, honey, you're far more than a silly little baker, and we both know that. I'm all in here, I didn't just say I love you for a chance to get in your pants or something like that. I want you, my sweet girl, every last bit of you is perfect." Wanda leans down to quickly peck your nose., "The way you take care of everyone around you without even a second thought for yourself; you're thoughtful, kind, loving, and selfless."

Wanda's heart skips when she sees you crying., "You're also hilarious, I've never laughed with anyone else like I have you, not even Pietro, and don't get me started on your laugh, it's literally my favorite thing in the world to hear. I'm hopeful that us together will be forever, because it's only been my wildest dream since I met you, and I like to think dreams come true."

"Plus, the Avengers would choose you in the divorce, your pastries are out of this world." Wanda beams when your unfiltered laughter fills the space between your bodies, and she watches as your entire body shakes with happiness, her whole body warms knowing it was her doing, and in the high of the moment she leans down to captures your lips in an overdue, heated kiss, and after a brief state of shock your lips move against hers, and your hands were quick to pull her that much closer. 

"I'm all in Wands, the whole entire shebang; traveling, marriage, kids, you name it, I want it all with you. It'll be us against the world." You breathlessly whisper against her lips., "Yeah?" You nod, and she leans back into you for a much softer kiss., "I love you Y/N/N.," you smile against her lips, "I love you too Wands..."

Wanda nuzzles into your neck, you run your hands through her hair, and over her back. After only a few minutes you feel her slacken against you, so you wrap her half of the blanket over the top of you, and sigh contently as you settle with the idea of sleeping under the stars with the woman of your dreams.

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"Y/N Y/L/N! Natasha and I will Rock, Paper, Scissors to death for the last slice of the cake!" You snicker at your best friend's little sisters antics while doing your afternoon restocking, "Or, if you'd both be patient, I'd have a couple more honey cakes on the shelves in less than five minutes."

"Well Y/N/N, she didn't even get your name right, and as your best friend of a decade I think I overrule her anyways..." Natasha chimes in while sat anxiously at the counter of your shop, "That's not fair! She can't always pull the best friend card!"

"I'm going with Natasha on this one, we've been married for three years now, and yet she continues to use Y/L/N as if it's a placeholder for Maximoff, it's downright offensive." You turn abruptly at the sound of your wife's voice, beaming when you see the stroller and the bags in her hands.

So you drop the last slice onto the counter, abandoning the bickering Russian's, and make your way over to her. Wanda settled the bags down on a table so she could catch you in her embrace, giggling as she spins you, and absolutely loving how clingy you always are even if it'd only been an hour spent apart.

"I'm here to make some chicken paprikash for your customers." She proclaims as she settles you back down, then pecks your waiting lips. "You're simply the best." You coo, pulling her in for a much deeper kiss before the dinging of the door interrupts you both.

Wanda kindly smiles at your customer, then moves to the kitchen while you remain behind to greet the regular, and after fulfilling her order you scoop up your now awake infant. Bouncing the sweet angel on your hip while you wipe down a few tables around the shop. Her head comfortably rested against your shoulder, droopy eyes telling you she's still tired, but it's unlikely she'll go back to sleep when she smiles at you the way she just did.

Natasha taps your shoulder as you glide by., "Yo, give me my niece, you have work to do.," She teasingly proclaims with outstretched hands, but before she can manage to take Lilliana from you Yelena cuts her to the chase., "You got the cake, so I get the baby!"

The oven beeping pulls your attention from the sisters who were once again bickering, your daughter's giggles filling the empty shop warms your heart, as does the sight of your wife's focused face through the window into the back as she stirs up the pot of deliciousness. Mouthwatering smells suddenly fill the space around you as a new spread of pastries fills the shelves and they meld perfectly with your wife's home country’s cuisine. 

You slightly jump, but can't fight the bright smile overwhelming your face as your wife wraps her arms around you from behind., "Paprikash is almost done moya lyubov'.," your hands settle over hers as you lean back into her hold, “Smells absolutely delicious baby.,”

Wanda spins you around and into a sweet kiss., “Thank you honey. Now, care to tell me what’s going on over there?” You chuckle when you look over her shoulder to see Natasha with a giggling Liliana in her arm, but with her other arm securely wrapped around Yelena’s neck., “You know Wands, I honestly don’t know, but Lili looks content enough.”

Wanda hums., “You know, business is going to likely be slow for another hour, if you were interested, I might have something sweet for you in your office.” Her lips gently touch to yours once more, then she’s gone just as soon as you blink., “Yelena, watch the shop!” You shout out to the pouting younger sister, but wink to Natasha so she knows you really meant her before running off to find your wife.

You’re smiling the whole way there as you reminisce on all the ways that this little shop has made your life the dream that it is today.

It even makes it worth it that you have to rebuild it every six to eight months…

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[crazyinlovewithbucky]

“you’ve bewitched me, doll”

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Summary: you have the same powers as Wanda but your powers are darker. You were a villain and you fought the avenger but eventually, they helped u get rid of the dark magic and u became one of them. You are reading their minds in secret but there’s only one mind that revolved around you only, which is Bucky’s. you keep teasing each other and playing mind games until one day you get into action.

Characters: Bucky Barnes (the white wolf) X female reader

Warnings: Smut, M masturbation, mind reading, witches, unprotected sex, overstimulation, praise, teasing, multiple orgasms, creampie, almost getting caught, mind games, begging, & lots of +18 explicit smut, Y/N's pov in the middle.

Word count: +3k

A/N: this is my first time writing smut ever + English isn’t my first language so excuse me if I misspelled anything lol

P.S: Y/N is such a girlboss! + This takes place before Wanda vision and MOM! (aka Wanda didn’t get hold of the darkhold yet but Y/N did)

You were laying in your bed in your room in the compound watching your favorite TV show, your teammates were all on a mission except for you, Bucky, Sam, and Yelena. Sam and Yelena were in the gym training for their next mission. You and Bucky only shared a wall as your rooms were next to each other. You were just laying there remembering it all, how you became the most wicked witch ever, you even almost overpowered the scarlet witch herself as you locked yourself away for a year with the dark hold learning all its secrets and spells. Your brain brought you back to the events in New York and your infamous fight with Doctor Strange and how you almost wiped him and all the Avengers out from the face of the earth but that broken small little girl inside of you stopped you before it was too late, instead, you just asked for help and they were kind enough to put all your broken pieces back together and help you.

Strange took the dark hold and hid it away from the entire world that even he, can’t even have it. You were relieved by this thought as you can’t forget all the dark awful places this cursed book took you and how it almost made you go insane. Even though, it was the reason behind all your powers and knowledge of magic. Suddenly, you got snapped out of your thoughts by the random thoughts of your next-door neighbor.

The winter soldier himself, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you don’t find him hot, you had that secret crush on him since the first time you laid eyes on him which was when he tried to stop you from crashing Sam to death when they were fighting you. You knew that some part in your dark-tinted heart wanted Bucky to hold you down and fuck all the darkness out of you. You giggled at that dirty thought and went back to exploring Bucky’s thoughts.

You kept it a secret from everyone that you can read all of their minds but you couldn’t help it, it was a new environment for you and these guys were supposed to be your enemies so you felt like you had to, just to prepared for any kind of betrayal, as you promised yourself no mistakes like that again. You will not trust anyone again. But these guys made it different for you, they showed you what true family is. Especially Bucky. As you’re in his mind now, there’s an old song from whichever decade he’s from playing in his mind as he’s polishing and cleaning his metal arm. He’s so focused and you decided to play with him for a bit.

Bucky was obsessed with you and you knew it, you loved it, you even touched yourself to the thought of it. When you started getting used to them and getting close to them after they adopted you in the compound, Bucky kept picturing you in your underwear after he saw you this one morning by accident only in your bra and panties. He noticed for the first time how absolutely hot you are and how you were definitely his type. From this moment on, he started to notice you more, even though he hid it so well but you were in his mind and you knew it.

You knew how any sound from you made him obsess over you for hours so you got out of bed and searched for that song that keeps playing in his head and you played it, knowing it will get a surprising reaction out of him.

And it did. He looked over to your shared wall and smirked, and you felt that smirk. But what you didn’t know, is that Bucky knows you’re in his head. He noticed it first when he pictured you wearing skinny leather pants that hugs your ass cheeks perfectly and saw you wearing them the very next day. At this moment, he knew it was too perfect to be just a coincidence. He wanted to test this theory of his more, as he kept picturing you and thinking of you in certain places and wearing certain clothes and him knowing your playful teasing nature, you entertained every thought and idea of his and served it to him on a golden platter. He kind of liked how you keep reading his mind, this is why he kept seeing you and imagining you in very sexual scenarios and kept fantasizing about you. He knew you loved it.

You both kept playing these mind games for a while now and keep hearing each other masturbating at the thought of you two together in one bed. He knew you loved the idea of him masturbating and touching himself to you while moaning your name, and you did the same to him. Even the rest of the team noticed that heavy sexual tension between you two whenever you are all gathered for a meeting or a house party.

Bucky knew you were playing with him the moment you played that song, this is why he smirked. “you want a reaction doll, you’ll get one” he said to himself while he adjusted his metal arm on his torso again and laid in bed thinking about dressing you slowly while his hands are between your thighs teasing your entrance and you’re moaning his name in his ear and him burying his head in your neck biting and kissing your sweet spot. You, being in his head, seeing him doing this to you made you breathe heavily and feel your cunt gets hotter and wetter. You sat in bed in silence and paused the song which made him smirk and grin more in the other room, knowing what his thoughts did to you.

Bucky couldn’t actually handle more of these mind games and wanted to taste you so badly, he was really desperate for the real thing more and needed you. He thought that if he kept that “let’s try the real thing” thought in his mind, you’d cave and ask him to fuck you. But you didn’t, which made him more craving and weaker for you. But you couldn’t help it, teasing is actually one of your kinks. Now, you can read in his mind that he’s tired of fucking himself to the thought of you and he wanted to actually do it. You actually thought of just going to his room and burying yourself in his bed, giving him permission to do anything to you but you didn’t really have the guts to do it. You were not the begging type. But little did you know, he was.

You heard him get out of bed and get out of his room, with one thought only in his mind. You. Fucking you, licking you, tasting you, burying his cock inside of you. Your heart started to beat a little faster as you heard him knocking on your door, you walked to your bedroom door slowly as you kept seeing what he was going to do to you for the rest of the day as it keeps playing in his head. You opened the door and saw heavy-breathing shirtless Bucky standing in front of you with nothing but lust in his eyes. “Aren’t you tired of these mind games yet, doll?” he said as he got closer to you that you can feel his hot heavy breaths on your forehead and you looked up to him and smirked. “Gosh, you’re killing me.” He said while moving closer making you step back and he kept moving forward until he was inside your room. He closed your bedroom door with his metal hand without breaking eye contact with you.

“What are you talking about, Barnes?” you said while trying to hide that smirk on your face as you got him where exactly you wanted.

“No, Y/N, don’t play dumb. I know you’re in my head and you can see what I’m thinking about” he licked his lips while looking at yours. “I know you love it, don’t lie to me doll” A shadow of a smirk formed on his lips which made you more turned on than ever. “I can smell the throbbing heat between your thighs baby, please don’t lie to me” Your heart kept beating more and your breaths became heavier.

“What do you want, Barnes?” you wanted to tease more and be more playful with him since you knew, this turned him on too.

“I wanna fuck you, Y/L/N. I wanna feel your body on mine. I wanna feel your wet throbbing cunt hugging my dick while it’s buried inside you.” He kept staring at your body like a prey and he’s the predator, you still can read his mind and what’s going on in his head, is a literal porno starring you, and him. He’s not lying when he said these things, you can see him actually doing it. “I know you want it too, kitten, please let me fuck you.” He did something, you weren’t expecting at all. He dropped to his knees in front of you. Lust is the only thing you can see in his eyes, and you love it. “You’ve bewitched me doll, all I want is you. Please let me at least touch you.” He made such an accusation of you bewitching him, in fact, you didn’t do anything at all, you just woke up one morning and saw him fucking you raw in his dreams out of nowhere. Jesus, this man will be the end of you as you are of him.

you moved closer and placed your left hand on his shoulder and your right hand on his head, playing with his hair, he looked up at you as he was still on his knees wearing nothing but gray sweat shorts. “Only with one condition, Barnes,” you said while pulling his hair a bit. He didn’t break eye contact and opened his mouth a little. “It has to be good” he smiled and grabbed your thighs from behind while lifting you up. “You’re in good hands doll, be sure of that” he chuckled while throwing you on the bed.

Y/N's POV:

He threw himself on me but being careful not to crash me, he started kissing me heavily as our tongues kept fighting for dominance. He obviously won this fight then he started taking my shirt and my shorts off. He broke the make-out to get a good look at my body as he ripped my bra off. He bit his lower lip hard when he saw my breasts and my hard nipples. “Just how I imagined them” he smirked while moving down to kiss and suck them and he put my life nipple in his mouth sucking and biting it and the other one is in between his fingers. I moaned hard and kept pulling and tangling his dark brown hair in my hands.

“You taste so good doll, fuck” he said between breaths then he pulled himself up to my neck and buried himself in it. Kissing and biting on my sweet spot while leaving his marks all over me. His fingers started to trace the line of my panties as he proceeded to take them off. I kept moaning in need of any attention to my lower area as it was soaked wet and needed any kind of ease. “Just say what you want doll, I can feel your heat against me,” he said while moving his hand down on my bed till it reached my swollen clit. I moaned loudly at his touch. “I know you need me, babe. I wanna hear you begging” he said while rubbing circles on my clit making me moan and scream louder. He wants me to beg just like I made him beg to fuck me.

“Know your place, Barnes, you’re the one who begged me in the beginning,” I said between moans, trying my hardest to sound confident and well put. He chuckled and looked at me “Still won’t cave Y/L/N. Fine. We’ll do it this time your way.” he said while taking off his sweat shorts and boxers and running his hard dick on my entrance, teasing. “But I promise you, next time, you’ll be the one begging on her knees, kukolka” God, I love when he throws Russian words like that. He noticed my reaction to this Russian word as I moaned at the sound of it and opened my legs more for him. He smirked and held my legs and wrapped them around his waist while adjusting himself at my entrance. “Я собираюсь трахнуть тебя так сильно. что ты не сможешь ходить несколько дней.” He said while pushing his full length inside me as I screamed his name so loud, he even put his hand on my mouth. His Russian accent, his full length inside my wet cunt, his groans in my ear, his messy hair, his slight beard tingling my neck, his neck kisses, all of these things happening at the same time making me lose my mind. If I’m not losing it from the dark hold, then I’ll lose it because of Bucky Barnes. He’s my karma.

He kept thrusting slowly at first, trying to adjust himself inside me while stretching my insides and making me get adjusted to his length. I don’t know if I should focus more on how our bodies are connected or on how he just told me he’d fuck me so hard that I won’t be able to walk for days in Russian. Gosh, I didn’t know how much I needed him until now. “You don’t know how much I’ve been dreaming of this moment, babydoll,” he said between his groans while thrusting slowly and making eye contact. “I know Bucky, I know” I moaned while he kept thrusting as he locked our lips together. This kiss felt different than the ones before, this one felt more passionate and genuine, and it wasn’t lustful. He broke the kiss while looking me in the eyes “I’m still a man of my word Y/N, try to be quiet sweetheart.” He said while holding both of my hands with his right hand and lifting them above my head.

Next thing I know, with my hands tied together with his right hand and his metal left hand around my throat, his pace and thrusts grew faster and harder as it felt like he was on a time mission and he have to finish the job fast. I can’t put my mind around how I am such a moaning mess right now. With this fast pace and hard thrusts, his lengths kept hitting my g spot rapidly and I felt the knot in my stomach kept tightening and getting closer on edge. Another person’s thoughts broke mine and Bucky’s moans as I felt a presence on the same floor getting closer to my room. My eyes widened and I stopped Bucky quickly by flipping us over so now I’m on top and he’s on bed. He held my waist as his penis is still buried inside me and I placed my finger on my mouth singling him to keep quiet. He nodded, knowing that I’m hearing someone.

Using my power, I locked the door quietly and put a force of magic around the room that would soundproof it. Bucky watched me sitting on him moving my hands and using my magic to make sure we don’t get caught which made him grin and lick his lips. When I gave the look that ‘we’re good now’. He pulled me closer “You are a fucking goddess and I’m so lucky to get to be inside you.” He whispered in my ear while playing with my dark hair and pulling it down to my shoulders and back. “You’re so beautiful Y/N” he pulled me into another passionate kiss and unconsciously I started to grind my hips on him as if he will still inside me. We moaned in each other’s mouths, never breaking the kiss. I hate how we were almost close to releasing and got interrupted by stupid Sam as he was looking for Bucky. Little does he know, his best friend Bucky is under the witch who almost killed him, begging her to let him fuck her.

Bucky held me waist so tight stopping me from grinding on him as he continued fucking me so hard. He kept thrusting so fast inside me, never breaking eye contact. He was still underneath me, holding me in place, thrusting his dick in and out of me like I’m just a sex doll he was playing with, which turned me more on. He’s so good. He makes me feel so good. I can’t even feel myself or how loud I am now as I’m so high on the feeling of him hitting my g spot, making me vibrate and shake so hard. He knew I was coming and I knew he knew so I didn’t have to tell him. He pulled me closer so now my chest is touching his and his hands are now holding my butt cheeks and he didn’t stop thrusting hard. I buried my head in his neck. Can’t stop moaning. “That’s it, baby, that’s it doll. Cream me. Cream my cock.” His words were just what I needed at that moment to push me off the edge. I let go and came all over his cock. I can feel the heat of my cum dripping down on his cock and his inner thighs and staining the bed sheets underneath us and yet, he never stopped fucking me or thrusting hard. Making me feel overstimulated that I can’t stop cumming. “Good girl. You’re such a good girl Y/N. fuck-aghhh I’m cumm-mm”

I felt a striking hot liquid burst inside me that made me scream out his name loudly as it hit my sensitive g spot which did not help my cumming to stop. He kept thrusting until he stopped cumming but I didn’t, which made me so weak that I can’t stop screaming or moaning. It felt so good. He felt so good. I hadn’t had like this before. This is the first time someone made me feel that good or made me cum this hard. The thought and the feeling of it made me want more. Made me want him more.

He stopped thrusting and moved his hands away, resting them on the bed as it must’ve been sore. Our chests are against each other breathing hard and heavy, our bodies are still connected down there with our mixed cum covering his cock and filling my cunt. I got up slowly and was going to get off of him but did it slowly as my insides are still sensitive and any move could cause another burst out of me. “No no no no no. Come here” he pulled me down on his cock again making me moan and flipping me over so now he was on top again. “Please, doll, not yet. You fit me so good, I don’t wanna leave you yet” he said while burying his cock inside me more making me squirm beneath him.

I would be lying if I said that I don’t feel fulfilled with him inside me like that. I know I’d hate the emptiness I’ll feel when he pulls it out. But I have to stay safe. “Sorry babe, safety first,” I said while kissing him on his lips. He whined and pulled it out and yes, I do hate the emptiness. I pouted at him. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s your call not mine” he smirked then held my shirt from the ground and cleaned me up before I went to the bathroom to pee and clean myself with water. I finished and stood at the bathroom door looking at Bucky while he was laying there on my bed, naked, looking at me, smiling, looking so hot and fucked out. I smiled widely at how I’d always wanted to see him like that since the first day I laid my eyes on him. Fuck, I think I’m in love. And by running through his mind, I think he is too.

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The Scarlet Witch

Y/N: 12 years old Story: After finally escaping hydra, Y/N discovers her mother is the Scarlet Witch… ——————————————————

Y/N'S POV I'm sitting in Central Park in New York after so many failed attempts to get someone to tell me where my mom could be. My mom is an Avenger and apperantly the Avengers are pretty famous, so why nobody knows where's Wanda Maximoff?

It's been 4 years since the last time I saw her… or I think. I was taken by hydra when the agents attacked the Avengers compound. They kept me in a cell, but then something happened and in 5 seconds the place was all clear. No one was around. So I ran…

I wish I could see her again, but anyone I ask doesn't know anything about her. I just need to find out what happened to her.

It's been 3 days since I got out of that terrible place. I always like to walk around this weird house with something on the roof that looks like a big eye. I don't know why, but I can feel some sort of power from this house.

I managed to find out that a man called 'Doctor Strange' lives there. According to one older lady, he has some sort of powers too. I want to ask him if he by any chance knows anything about my mom, but everytime I knock at the door, no one opens. But I can't give up, I have to try again.

I knock at the door, praying someone will finally open. I let out a sigh after a few minutes of standing there. I sit on the stairs in front of the house, resting my head on my knees.

My eyes widen when I hear the door creak. I immediately stand up, turning around and looking at a tall man with a cup in his hand and a clock who stands there, looking back at me.

"H-hello, don't you know by any chance where-" I start, but he cuts me off.

"Listen, kid, this is not a place to play. Go home" He says coldly, already closing the door.

"Wait! Do you know Wanda Maximoff?" I blurt out, the door opening again.

"Wanda Maximoff? Why would you look for her?" He raises an eyebrows.

"I-I need to talk to her. She. Hm. She's my mom" I explain, but only earn a look that tells me he doesn't believe me at all.

"Okay. I understand you're probably a fan, but go home, kid. It's getting late" He says, rolling his eyes and closing the door again. I've never wanted to do this, to use my powers on other people, but he gives me no other choice. He clearly knows something about my mom and I just need to know.

I close my eyes, concentrating only on the power I feel from this house. I take a deep breath, trying to get into the guy's mind. It takes a while, but once I'm in, I carefully search for any information about my mom.

Finally, I find out that the man is heading to some place called Kamar-Taj where my mom is supposed to be too. This will be hard to get there, but I'm a witch after all.

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Took me more than a whole night to actually find my way to Kamar-Taj, but I did it. Now I'm hidden behind one of many statues that are around this place. There's a huge castle and people in pajamas looking outfits. I mean… it's literally almost 1pm, why would they wear pajamas? Whatever, now I just need to wait until my mom shows up.

Suddenly the sky darkens, all the people watch the sky, waiting for what happens next. My mom appears, the guy from yesterday flies up to her and they start talking. I'm just watching it, wondering what they could possibly talk about, but then Doctor Strange flies back and the pajamas people make a shield. I don't get it, is my mom the bad one now? She's always been very caring, she wouldn't be evil, right?

I watch in confusion as my mom tries to break the shield, throwing her magic at it until it breaks. She flies down on the ground, knocking everyone down. Tears form in my eyes, this can't be true, my mom can't be evil.

She starts walking towards the castle and since no one is outside except for the dead bodies, her and me, I get out of my hiding spot.

"Mama?" I say shyly, tears quietly running down my cheeks. Mom turns around, her face impression turning into a shocked one when she sees me.

"… Y/N/N?" She whispers, walking towards me, tears building up in her eyes.

"No" I take a step back, unsure of her next actions. She stops, tears running down her cheeks too by now as she's looking at me, hurt visible in her eyes. "Mama, why would you do that? You're not evil, you can't be" I tell her, my voice breaking at the sight of all the dead bodies surrounding us.

"Y/N/N, I… I just wanted you back" She says, her voice also breaking. "Please, sweetheart. I-I'm sorry, I missed you so much" She takes another step towards me on which I shake my head, tears still running down my face.

"No, please don't hurt me" I step back, shaking my head. "I want my mama" I cry out, my breathing not really working right now.

With a swift move of her hand, her clothes change into jeans and green jacket, her hair is put into one french braid and her fingers don't have the black color on them.

"I'm here, Y/N/N. You need to breathe, sweetheart. Breathe with me, honey" She holds my shoulders, looking me in the eyes and trying to help me to breathe.

"Mama" I wrap my arms around her, burying my head into her chest.

"Mama's here, my little monkey. You're safe. You're okay" She says, rubbing my back and kissing the top of my head. "You're okay" She repeats. "Where have you been, baby?" She asks when I finally manage to take a deep breath, wiping away my tears with her thumbs.

"Hydra" I manage to say, wrapping my arms around her tightly once again. "Please don't ever leave me, mommy"

"I will never ever leave you, my little monkey. I promise I'll always protect you, no matter what" She smiles and kisses my forehead. "I will never let anyone take you from me again"

"Mama, I don't like it here. Can we go away?" I ask, not feeling comfortable at all here. I just want to cuddle with my mom on the couch and watch a cartoon.

"Let's go home" She smiles and presses a kiss to my forehead before taking my hand in hers and leading me away from this place.

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Motive.

Tate Langdon imagine.

On Halloween, you and your boyfriend Tate are on a date. As you talk about his past as the slasher, Ghostface, he comes to realize that he needs to be punished for his actions.

Can you tell Scream is my favorite slasher series? WARNINGS. Sub! Tate. Mommy kink. Degrading. Dom! Reader. Knife play. Blood play. Talk of violence. Oral! Male and female receiving. PnV! Overall filth. Brief Tate POV.

Halloween was your favorite day of the year. Not only was the weather perfect, the best scary movies were released, costumes became creative but also because Tate could go out and venture into the world.

This was your second Halloween together. The first year you went to the beach. A place he admitted used to be his designated spot whenever he needed to escape. You had discussed back and forth before ultimately deciding to have your date at a graveyard.

It filled your gothic heart.

Your relationship was exciting, despite his eternal life as a ghost.

Tate carried the blanket and bottle of liquor you bought on your way home. The walk wasn’t far, allowing you to wear platform shoes that went along with your costume. You were dressed as the Scarlet Witch. Trading in your black clothing for red.

Tate allowed you to paint his face with makeup, skeletal features were his preference. It took you almost an hour but you wanted to be precise. You slicked his curly hair back with product. But he would do anything you asked. He was your good boy. You held your own bag close to your body.

A week ago, you gifted him a cellphone. For reason one, he could contact you while you were working. And secondly, it would make tonight even better. It was secured in his denim pocket. He wasn’t able to hold your hand, so you opted to hold the crook of his elbow.

You stepped through the entrance of the cemetery. The overhanging metal curved over your head as your eyes swept over the hundreds of tombstones. “This way, baby.” Tate gestured with his head towards the left. You allowed yourself to be guided.

Your feet padded over the grass. It was dark, but the adjacent streetlight gave you enough ability to see your path.

Tate led you down the narrow section between a towering tree and a collection of tombstones before he pulled you to a stopping point in front of a smaller one. “Here I am.” He smirked, his skeleton makeup curving, turning to look at you.

The modest headstone was ordinary, without any flowers to commemorate the loss. You nodded as you registered the name.

Tate Langdon 1977- 1994. Loving son.

You chuckled breathlessly at his joke. “This is one hell of an idea, having a date in front of your own grave.”

Tate quirked an eyebrow before pulling you to a seated position, setting the blanket down on the ground and alcohol aside. You both hadn’t bothered with cups, planning on just drinking out of the bottle, something you’d both done several times. He wrapped his arm around you, your head nuzzled on his shoulder.

“What was your motive, Tate? Being Ghostface?” It was before you were born but everyone heard about the killing spree during 1994. It started with one murder, a teenage girl strung up on a tree. Before it escalated to a principal. Those weren’t enough to raise concerns until the last night when the killer was caught.

It was at a party. A curfew had been given but a group of teens threw a gathering anyway. Two more people were murdered. Brutally. One girl was inside a dog door inside the garage. The man’s throat had been slit and he was dragged across the front of a van.

The murderer wore a gown and a mask.

Tate Langdons identity was revealed after he had been gunned down by the swat team. He took too long at the house as the police were called. The term Ghostface had been taken as a joke before it ultimately stuck with him. But he never revealed why he did it. Even during the last seconds of his life. Yet, his soul remained in the very home he was killed in.

He had been shot down in the Murder House.

You’d seen the apparel once. When he played the same game with you after class several weeks ago. Where he fingered you, used the very blade he commented the crimes with. It gave him pleasure to scare you. Or try too.

“My motive?” He asked, glancing down at you. He didn’t like to talk about his past. He hated answering questions because he didn’t want to relive it. He was always paranoid you’d leave him if he explained. You knew the relationship was toxic. But you still loved him.

Besides. He was already dead. What more could he do?

“Yes. Why did you do it?” You lifted your chin upward, watching as he clenched his jaw.

“Who said I needed a reason?” You pursed your lips as he teased you.

“Tate. Be serious. Why? Why did you kill them?”

Several seconds of silence followed. All you felt was the pattern of his breathing.

“I wanted to die. And I wanted to take people with me. I wanted to scare them. I wanted them to think they had a chance to escape me. I wanted my mother to know exactly what kind of monster she created. That’s why I killed her boyfriend. I wanted her to know the pain she made me feel.”

You allowed the confession to hang in the air. It wasn’t fear you felt, more like a realization that Tate had been dangerous. Your loving, doting and obsessed boyfriend had been a killer. He knew exactly how to press the blade down on your skin without breaking it. He knew how to walk without making noise. He enjoyed seeing you beg for him. Beg for his cock. Beg for him to let you finish.

But you wanted him to have a turn. He needed to experience it.

“Mmm. Did you like being covered in blood?” You asked, your voice soft despite the disturbing question.

Tate swallowed. “I didn’t really think about it.” You nodded and pulled your hands in your lap. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, instead starting at the stone.

“Do you ever think about me, covered in blood?” You withheld a smile when he took a sharp inhale. He blinked.

“Y-yes.” He looked down at you but you reached up, taking his chin between your thumb and pointer finger. You set his jaw straight.

“Did I say you could look at me?” Tate shakes his head obediently.

“Good boy. Do you ever think about…me killing someone?” His lips parted and he heavily inhaled through his nose.

“Yes.” He half whispered, half whined.

“Have you thought about fucking me in the costume? Using the knife on me again? While I’m covered in someone else’s blood?”

Tate shifted on the ground, his eyes glazing as he tried to keep his focus ahead. “Babe-“

“Don’t interrupt me, Tate. Be good and answer only when I tell you to.” You sternly commanded. “Yes or no?”

“Yes.” He shakily answered. You needed to push a little harder, just a bit to get exactly what you needed.

“What are you thinking about now, Tate? And make sure you’re honest.” You kept watching him. His teeth grazed his lower lip, despite the paint and his hand started to drift to his pants.

“I want to splay you on the ground, right here. Right now. I want to spread your legs, taste you with my mouth before I fuck you senseless. Until you can’t wait. And then do it all over again.” You quirked an eyebrow before your hand fell to his thigh.

“What about you, baby? Don’t you want me to make you feel good? To suck your dick? Make you cum in my mouth?” He shivered and his fingers drifted to his crotch.

“I’d rather feel you cum. I don’t care about me. All I want is you.” You hummed and your finger tips grazed his growing erection.

“Mmm. You’re such a sweet boy, Tate. Do you like it when my legs are around your head? Do you like that?”

Tate’s hand finally palmed his dick and you smiled in triumph. You lifted yourself from his embrace and you grabbed his wrist.

“Tate. Did I say you could touch yourself? Don’t you remember our rules?” Tate’s eyes widened in response and you shook your head disapprovingly.

The rules consisted that Tate was not allowed to touch himself without permission. Neither were you. Along with a safe word. Mercy.

“I’m sorry-I thought you-“

Your hand raised and wrapped around his neck. You pulled him close as he grunted from the pressure. You squeezed steadily the sides of his throat and you leaned in, hovering over his mouth. “Mmm, my sweet little boy. Getting hard over me being drenched in blood. You’re absolutely pathetic.”

Tate’s eyes glasses over and his lip slightly trembled. “Mama-please-“ He leaned in to kiss you but you pulled your head away.

“I don’t think so, Tate. I think…you need to be punished. Would you agree?” You proposed and he swallowed heavily. Fear prickling his expression.

“Do whatever you want to me. Just let me touch you, please.” Tate placed his hands on your waist, squeezing gently and causing your knee to settle inbetween his legs. “Please, please let me touch you. I can make it up to you. I promise, baby. I can’t stand the thought of you mad at me.”

He laid down, his hair like a blonde halo on the ground as he stared up at you, your hand still wrapped around his neck. He looked so submissive. So willing to make you happy. Ready for you to use him however you fucking wanted.

And you will.

“You’ll make it up to me?” You whispered. Tate started grinding his dick down on your knee, humping like a bitch in heat.

“Yes, anything. I’ll do anything for you.” He encouraged, slipping his fingers down to your waistband, your dark leggings stretching as he attempted to touch your underwear.

Removing your hand from his throat, you slapped him across the face. Tate grimaced from the impact, his head jolting to the side and he blinked at you with watery eyes.

“I didn’t say you could touch me, Tate.” He leaned up, taking his hands off your torso and buried his face in your breasts.

You attempted to push him down but he was a lot stronger than you despite his slender form. His arms wrapped around your hips, making you straddle his pelvis.

“Mama-I’m sorry-I just need you. I want to make you cum. I want you to be proud of me-please let me be good. I promise you’ll be proud of me…” He was begging. You almost gave in, withholding a moan as he pressed kisses on your costume covered breasts but you needed to stick with your plan.

“Tate, if you want to make me feel good. Lay down. Lay down nice and slow for me, baby.” He quickly pulled away, his face paint smudged as he slowly laid his body down on the grass.

You were situated above him, powerful and he was willing to obey every command you gave him. Reaching your hand down, you brushed his cheek with your fingers and he contently leaned in to your touch. “Now, I want you to close your eyes. Keep them closed until you know exactly when to open them.” You instructed in a clear voice.

Tate opened his mouth to protest but you gripped his chin between your fingers. Leaving nail imprints. “What did I say about disobeying me?” He shut them immediately after that. You smirked. Now, the real fun could begin.

Carefully, you brought yourself to stand. Your boots crunching the grass beneath you while walking to your bag. Digging through it, your hands locked around a lightweight but long, black gown. Slipping it on, you then pulled out the last needed item.

The Ghostface mask. And the same blade Tate used on you.

Slipping it over your hair and face, you started walking away as quiet as you could. Then, you tucked the knife to your belt inside the gown. If Tate heard running, he would open his eyes too soon. You disappeared in the bustle of trees across the cemetery before stepping behind the church. Smiling wickedly, you pulled out your cellphone.

Tate was growing impatient. He listened to your footsteps carefully, trying to figure out where you were before they disappeared entirely. Seconds passed, he felt alone. Despite your warnings, Tate opened his eyes and sat up.

You were gone.

Panic set in and he jumped to his feet. What if something was wrong? His breathing grew heavier as he jogged through the area, desperately searching for any signs of you. “Y/n!” He called out but no answer came.

“Fuck. Fucking shit.” He ran his fingers through his mused hair and stepped forward in the direction of the church, but his cellphone started ringing.

Tate frowned and looked at his pocket. Only one person knew of his number. Maybe you needed help. He dug it out of the material and pressed it to his ear.

“Y/n, are you okay? Where are you?”

“Hello, Tate Langdon.” He froze and his eyes widened. The voice on the other end.

Was Ghostface. The very same alteration he used in 1994. The same he used to call Y/N.

He opened and closed his mouth, unable to come up with a response. It was all a trick. It was Y/N. But…how did she sneak it past him?

“Don’t you know it’s bad manners not to respond to a greeting?” Ghostface prodded and Tate cleared his throat.

“Hey. Y/N, is that what you were planning? Where are you?”

“Tate, you’ve been such a bad boy. Dreaming about your girlfriend killing someone.” He huffed out an embarrassed breath and scanned the area around him.

“This-this isn’t funny, asshole.” He muttered under his breath.

“Oh, I’d be careful about calling me names, Tate. You wouldn’t want me to slit that pretty neck of yours, would you?” Ghostface leered. Tate chuckled and started moving towards the trees.

“That wouldn’t matter. I’m already dead.”

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t be punished, Tate. For all the things you did to those poor, innocent people.”

“Innocent?” He parroted.

“Yes. In fact, I wonder if movies influenced you. Movies can be a powerful inspiration. Tell me…what’s your favorite scary movie?” Tate squatted down, trying to see evidence of your boot prints but he didn’t see anything.

“Do you really have to go through the whole speech? I asked too many questions.” He said to himself.

“Is that a refusal to my question? Mmm, Tate. You just can’t listen, can you?” Ghostface teased and he sighed with frustration.

“Where are you?”

“Aw, you look so pretty when you’re desperate.” He looked around, realizing you must be close by, able to see his expression. Instead of answering, he crept closer to the church.

“What happens if I find you?” He asked, excitedly looking for you.

“Then, you get to make me cum. Just like you want.” Tate groaned and quickly looked behind the building.

No one was there.

He went to speak before a hand gripped his hair, yanking him back and a sharp blade pressed against his neck. He gasped.

“You didn’t think it be that easy, did you?” Y/N said, her voice still altered. Tate wanted desperately to turn around and pound her on the ground but the knife nicked his skin.

Blood trickled down and the hand that gripped his hair, traveled down his face, to his throat. Her finger collected the plasma and smeared it across his lips.

“Please, Christ I can’t take it anymore. Please, let me fuck you. I’m begging you, please y/n.” Tate pleaded. Y/N turned him around.

He stared down at her, her gown hung on her body. The mask was secure and she aimed the knife at his chest. “Sorry, I just wanted to hear you scream.”

“Get on your back.” You commanded. Tate fell to the ground, landing underneath you and you smiled behind the mask. Finally, he was listening. With your free hand, you unbutton his jeans and yanked them down.

You lifted his shirt up, exposing his v line and the thin patch of hair. His dick was hard and prominent through his boxers. A wet patch of precum staining it. You shook your head, taking the blade and lightly tracing it across his skin.

Tate inhaled sharply and bucked his hips. Humping the air as you played with the knife. His hand lifted and you smacked his crotch with the handle. He stilled, panting as you peeled off the mask. You set the blade down, hooking your fingers around his waistband and then you pulled it down his legs.

His cock hung heavy, thick and red at the tip. “So needy, baby.” Your voice was back to normal. You lowered yourself on your stomach, wrapping your hand around his dick before licking a single stripe along the vein.

Tate whimpered with a high pitch whine as his hand flew to your hair. Allowing the grip, you pulled the tip to your lips and started sucking gently. His fingers pulled your hair, hard enough to hurt but you massaged his cock with your hand as you bobbed your head up and down.

He was a mess, moaning and shaking as you gave him head. “I’m gonna-I’m gonna cum.” He grunted. His climax rushed through, gushing out of your mouth as you helped him ride out his orgasm.

You pulled back, your lipstick smeared and you wiped your chin with the back of your hand. Before you had a chance to breathe, Tate flipped you over, immediately smashing his lips to yours. As he shoved his tongue in your mouth, hungrily kissing you, his hand frantically felt your torso. You kissed him back feverishly, pulling his hair as he sank his teeth into your lower lip.

You mewled as he ripped himself away and then sloppily kissing your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “You’re mine, all fucking mine.” He pleaded like a prayer as he rocked his hips against yours, his hardening dick against you.

As submissive as he was, Tate could also fuck you like it was his last time ever doing so. You were lost in the growing pleasure as he brushed his tongue against your sweet spot. He fumbled to pull your leggings down and underwear down, any coordination gone as he shoved himself down. You wanted to resist, regain control but he pried your legs apart.

“Tate-“ You started but he shook his head. He opened his mouth, laid his tongue flat against your pussy as he started lapping away at your clit.

“No, no, don’t tell me to stop. I need this, mommy.” He moaned against your cunt as he circled his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You tried to withhold your sounds but he grazed your pussy with his teeth. “No, I want to hear how good this feels.” Tate dug his fingernails into your thighs to keep you still, dragging them painfully but deliciously down. You felt the hilt of the knife against your entrance and you looked down. Tate’s eyes were black as he effortlessly slipped the handle inside you. The foreign feeling pumped in and out as his mouth worked your swollen pussy. You weren’t going to last much longer as he increased the speed.

A overpowering wave of pleasure exploded and you couldn’t make any noise as you trembled. Tate finally pulled back and removed the handle from you. He crawled up, cupping your chin before he kissed you. Forcing you to taste your own cum.

“I need to fuck you,” He moaned against your lips as he shuffled clumsily to line himself up with your cunt.

He nipped your lip too hard, blood pooled from the small wound and he repeated your earlier actions. Smudging your mouth with blood as he bottomed you out. “Fuck.” He growled. “You look so hot with blood on your skin.”

You arms wrapped around his shoulders as he thrusted, deep inside you, hard enough to hit your cervix but you loved the pain. His movements were growing sloppy. “Don’t cum until I say, Tate. Or else I’ll have to punish you again.”

But he couldn’t listen, his speed thudded inside you and you felt him spill inside you, he squeezed his eyes shut from the orgasm as he came to a stop. He ripped them back open in fear as he understood his mistake. “I’m sorry-you just felt so good-“ He pleaded but you wouldn’t have it.

You pushed him off, forcing him on his stomach as you straddled his back. His bare pelvis pressed against the ground as you trailed your fingers down his skin.

“Now, you’re really going to scream.”

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The Scarlet Witch's toy

pov: You’re a sorcerer at Kamar- Taj but instead of fighting The Scarlet WIitch you end up being seduced by her. 

Warnings: 18+, oral (giving & receiving), fingering, degradation kink, mommy kink, pet names, pussy slapping, crying ( not negative )  being restrained, forceful grabbing, hickeys, praise, wanda manhandling you with her powers

word count: 2.3k

There you were, looking up to the sky and swallowing your spit. Perhaps if you haven’t read all the things about The Scarlet Witch prophecy you wouldn't be so terrified right now.  You always adored Wanda Maximoff, she was in your top favourite avengers. You found her hot and admired her for fighting on the team, however you weren't sure that was the same woman who looked down at everyone from above. You couldn't lie, you fantasized about her, and thought about what it would feel like to press your lips against hers, touch her skin, or have her touch you. It was at this time that you felt guilty for having all those thoughts, having to face the danger ahead.

 There was anger in the witch's eyes, but also confidence, in what she was about to do. You held up your shield as you watched her try to break through, and she eventually did so, destroying everyone and everything in her way. You had no choice but to run and hide inside, waiting for what was about to happen. 

You walked into an almost empty room, filled only with a few pieces of furniture and books to study, you tried to escape from the ashes and the screams of your former sorcerers. You sat down, letting your back roll down the floor, accepting defeat. You heard whispers coming into the room, but there was nobody there. The voice sounded familiar, the language was Slavic, and the tone hypnotizing. Suddenly the door closed and you got up, trying to figure out if someone had locked you in. You turned around, only to jerk up at seeing Wanda Maximoff. She looked beautiful, even like this, in the middle of a battle that she had already won. Her headpiece highlighted her cheeks so well, and the dark makeup brought out the green in her eyes. Her boots were full of dust and her fingertips were dyed black. “Wanda-” you tried to speak before her hand found a way to cover your mouth. “Shh…” she whispered, her head tilting, trying to see if someone’s breaking through the door, but nobody was. You thought of so many things to say, you’ve heard about her and Westview, and that she lost her children, and husband, everyone knew. You wanted to say something comforting, something that would help her heal but deep down you knew nothing you say would change her mind from what it was on at that moment. Her hand was still stuck on your mouth, it was like she was waiting for you to scream but you didn’t. She took her hand off. “Wanda, I-”- you said, trying to form a sentence, god she was intimidating up close. You saw a smirk form on her face, a spark of red in her eyelids disappearing, you wondered what she’s done.

 “I can read your thoughts,” she said, her voice cracking. You wanted to hate her, but you couldn’t, a part of you sympathized with her, despite all she’s done. “All of your thoughts,” she said, looking into your eyes. Suddenly you felt weak in your knees and you hated yourself for the feeling. “I-”  you didn’t know what to say, you wondered if she could have reached deep into your mind, seeing all the things you fantasized about. You felt yourself getting hot, wondered, if you were visibly blushing. She smiled, getting closer. It was like she was giving herself a break, from all the adrenaline and chasing others. “You’ve got quite the imagination,” she said, her voice turning into a whisper. “Wanda…” you murmured, swallowing your spit. “It’s not right, what you’re doing.” You managed to say, feeling satisfied that you’ve found a way back to your morality in all of this. She lifted her chin up, straightening her posture. “If something feels right, it most likely is,” she said, her hand grabbing your arm. Her touch sent shivers down your spine, making you feel weak once again. You wanted to disagree but your brain felt like it melted in her presence, you opened your mouth but nothing came out. The witch smirked once again, it felt like she was in your head, replaying your memories,  feelings, everything that included her. You wondered if she felt flattered, disgusted, or aroused. Her reactions were the only thing that answered your questions, her lips slightly lifted before coming back down.  

“Get on your knees” she whispered, her eyes finding yours. You knew she wasn’t using any magic on you but her presence made you want to do anything she said, without thinking about the consequences.  She was hypnotizing, even without actually hypnotizing somebody. You followed her instructions, dropping down to the floor. She looked down at you, running her thumb along your face, her touch made you forget about everything that was going on. She put her thumb inside your mouth, and you closed your lips, sucking it in. “That’s right” she whispered, you could tell she enjoyed this and wondered what she’d do next. You saw magic forming around the palms of her hands, creating an opening in her pants, she didn’t even take them off, just cut the material to reveal the part between her legs. She looked so hot, you couldn’t think of anything else, your mind was in total subspace, awaiting her orders. 

“Open your mouth,” she said, grabbing your head and pulling you closer to her. She practically sat on your face, holding onto your hair for support. You set your tongue on her clit, running it up and down her folds. You heard her moan and tilt her head back as you closed your eyes, and focused on the witch. You sucked her clit in, feeling her leave a mess on your face. She was so wet, and she seemed so touch starved. You wondered if she enjoyed being in control, knowing everyone will bend to her will. You wondered when was the last time someone touched her.  “Right there” she whispered and you sucked her clit in and circled it with your tongue. She almost suffocated you but occasionally leaned back, allowing you to take deep breaths in as you continued. Her moans sounded so soft and powerful, they made your whole body tingle. You kept going, not being aware of the time passing by. She chased your touch with her hips, pulling you closer. She didn’t announce when she was about to cum, she just did, you felt her muscles tense up in your mouth and saw her whole body shake. She gave you a satisfying smile, looking down at you with awe. “That’s a good girl,” she said, patting your head. You felt yourself get wet, at the smallest sign of praise.

 “Come here,” she said, lifting your chin. You got up, staring into her eyes, your mouth still wet. You saw her move her hand and in a matter of seconds, you found yourself pressed against the wall. Her magic was pinning you to it, red lights forming around your body. The witch began moving closer to you, studying your body. Her hands groped your chest, pinching your nipples, teasing them by rolling them back and forth. “Such a pretty girl” she said, you felt a heartbeat form between your legs, practically wanting to beg for her to touch you more.  She leaned in and gave you a kiss, her tongue running into your mouth, tasting herself off of it. Her hands slid down your stomach, finding a way into your pants. “You’re so wet,” she teased, her mouth stayed open and you could feel her breath on your lips. “You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? having your holes filled by mommy?” you heard her whisper as your panties dropped to the floor along with your pants. Her fingers entered your pussy and you saw her smirk as you closed your eyes at the sensation. “Fuck” you managed to whisper. Her grip was strong, she moved slowly at first, teasing you, you had a feeling she enjoyed doing so, seeing the corners of her lips lift. You felt her breath move to your neck as she moved her fingers in and out of you. You couldn’t help but let out a loud moan, she felt so good, being restrained by her felt so good, unlike anything you have imagined. “Stay quiet,” she said, increasing her pace, you felt your walls clench around her fingers. “You don’t want anyone to hear what a slut you are, do you?” she mocked you, and you only felt yourself getting more soaked. “Be good for mommy” she said, not stopping. You did everything you could to hold your moans in, letting them escape in the form of grunts as you clenched your teeth tight. “Let me cum” you managed to whisper, feeling your orgasm come and drift away as she changed her pace. “Please...” you added, feeling yourself get to the edge, tears forming in your eyes. “I’ll let you cum when I want to,” she said, kissing your neck. You felt her suck on it violently and were sure that it would leave a mark. She kissed the side of it, moving down to your collarbones. Despite the teasing she quickened up her pace, making you a mess, your thighs were soaked, and you were ashamed of how wet she had made you. She was a villain you were supposed to be fighting after all. “That’s right,” she said, her voice satisfied, as she felt your muscles tense and watched your body tremble. You dropped down to the floor, her magic easing up the fall. You loved the look on her face, she looked so pleased with you, her eyes open wide. She watched you gasp for air as you sat on the floor, looking up at her.

 “I want to taste you,” the witch said, she dropped down to her knees, and spread your legs open with her magic. She looked up at you and you felt your heart stop for a moment, catching her stare. Wanda set her mouth on your clit, sucking it in. You’ve never felt as desperate as you did then, her tongue made you roll your eyes to the back of your head. Your thighs began to shake at the sensation. “Wanda-” you let out a soft whine, as you felt your body getting hot. Wanda's hands found a way to hold onto your thighs as she drew patterns on your clit with her tongue, moving her head up and down and side to side. You clenched your jaw again, not being able to hold back the moans, you wondered if someone had heard you, or if she placed a spell on the room, one that prevented people from locating her. She took her mouth off of you, just to slap your already sensitive pussy, you jerked up at the sensation, clenching your wrists tight. You were sure if there was something you could hold onto, you would’ve ripped it apart by now. “Quiet, be a good slut” she ordered, sliding two of her fingers into you. You nodded your head, tilting your head back. You couldn’t help but let your mouth open, letting out a soft whine. Wanda placed her mouth back on your sweet spot, moving her fingers in and out of you. You could barely handle it, the combination of your inner and outer holes being taken care of by her. You grabbed onto her hair, pulling her head closer to you. “Please” you whispered again, as you got lost in the feeling of her taking care of your body. She quickened up her pace, making your thighs tremble. You felt your whole body shiver and your muscles release as you cummed with her inside of you. You took your hand off her hair, tucking some of it being her ear, as you tried to catch your breath. “Such a good girl,” Wanda said, coming closer to you to stroke your face. “I think I should make you my personal toy,” she said, smiling, a spark of evil running through her eyes. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she said, running her fingers through your thighs, they still trembled at the sensation. “Answer me,” she said, grabbing your cheeks into her hands, and forcing you to look up at her. “Yes…”  you whispered, you wanted to kiss her, her lips looked so soft, glowing in the lighting. You moved closer, and desperately pressed your lips against hers, they tasted like you, and a mix of sweat and chapstick. You wrapped your arms around her neck and didn’t want to stop but you did eventually, as you tried to catch your breath. She smiled, stroking your face with her hands. “You’re such a cute thing,” she said, a smile forming on her face. She pulled you closer to her arms, and you laid your head on her chest, her hand stroking your hair. How could you not love her? where she seemed so lovable? Yet so cruel and mad at the same time. You looked for the good things in her to try and justify all the bad she’s done. You felt guilty for lying in her arms, but the guilt washed away as the comfort of her touch settled in. You wondered when she’d leave and if you’d ever see her again. 

Some time passed by, enough for you to be able to breathe normally, your body recovering from her touch. “I have to go,” she said, her voice low and husky. “No” you managed to say, quicker than you were able to think. You hated how pathetic you sounded, a sense of defeat in your voice. She caught your gaze, and looked into your eyes for a minute, caressing your hair. “This won’t be the last time I see you, I promise,” she said. You wanted to believe her so you did, but a part of you wondered if she was lying. “I have some things to take care of” the witch placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, giving you a tight hug. You wondered where she’d go next. She used her magic to create new clothes for you, covering up your lower body in newly made jeans. “I’ll see you again,” she said, getting up. You hated how losing her felt. You were too astonished to say anything, a part of you wondering if this is just some dream, a vivid imagination. You lifted your hand to wave at her, seeing her walk away. She smiled at you before doing so, and disappeared, not using the door. Your back pressed against the wall again, and you took deep breaths in, trying to recover from all that has happened. 

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The Scarlet Witch (CH 1)

Mattheo Riddle X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 958

Warnings: Mild language, violence, graphic content, blood, angst, fluff, smut…

Prompt: Y/n Maximoff, a witch who can perform wandless magic transfers to Hogwarts. She makes friends and foes, all the while love seems to be in the air even though she wasn’t expecting it. There is highs and lows in this love story, with unexpected twists and turns and maybe even heartbreak.

Faceclaim: Wanda Maximoff/Elizabeth Olsen/Scarlet Witch

3rd POV

The Great Hall was loud with chatter as the students laughed and ate food, some hurrying to hide food in their pockets. The teachers are amongst themselves, chatting quietly while keeping a watchful eye over the students.

The chatter slowly died out as students noticed the Sorting Hat was out. Professor Dumbledore stands, the room completely silencing.

"We have a student transferring here and I expect you all to help her settle in. Y/N Maximoff, please come on in." He announces.

The doors open and the students watch the girl with red hair and blue-green eyes, walk towards Professor Dumbledore. She silently takes a seat as Professor McGonagall grabs the Sorting Hat.

"Oh my! What a cunning one you are with witty remarks and a glass heart! Your ambition is unlike the others I've sorted. Mmm...so driven and so focused. Not to mention independent. What a ruthless girl you are to the ones who pose as an enemy! I wouldn't want to get on your bad side! Haha! So charming and bold, one with beauty and power! You are brave and strong for the battles you've witnessed, young girl...ooo! And you can perform wandless magic!" The Sorting Hat says

The students among the Great Hall collectively gasp, but Y/N's face remained passive as she stared ahead blankly, impatiently waiting for the hat to sort her into her house.

"Well?" Professor McGonagall questions.

"Slytherin!" The Sorting Hat shouts.

Y/N stands as the Slytherin table cheers and claps. She begins her way over to the table, sitting at one of the empty ones at the end. She stared at the table, her stomach far from hungry. 

She could hear the whispers about her and feel the eyes on her. It was a myth of those who could perform wandless magic. Or so everyone thought, but here stood Y/N.

She eagerly awaited to be dismissed, and she nervously played with her fingers. She tried her hardest to tune out all the whispers and she tried to ignore the stares. It was all so overwhelming though.

She looks up when a girl plops down across from her. She had long brown hair and pretty green eyes.

"I'm Pansy. Pansy Parkinson." She says, holding her hand out.

Y/N’s POV

I take it, shaking it as a group of boys sit around us. She gives me a kind smile.

"Y/N Maximoff." I say quietly.

"I'm Draco Malfoy." He says, throwing an arm over Pansy's shoulder.

They were a cute couple. That's for sure.

"I'm Blaise Zabini." He says.

"I'm Lorenzo Berkshire, love." He says, taking my hand and leaving a kiss on it.

When he looked away, I grimaced and wiped away the spot at my hand. He isn't as cute as he thinks he is. I look over and see the last one who seemed rather quiet. He was analyzing me. He had curly-ish brown hair and deep brown eyes.

Draco nudges him and he slowly looks over at Draco. I tense when something hits the back of my head. I turn around and it was Harry Potter. He laughs and I clench my jaw, letting my eyes go red. He quiets, looking fearful and I use my magic to lift the scone and throw it at his face hard. His glasses break and I roll my eyes, turning around.

I blink and let my eyes go back to the normal blue-green shade they always are. I ignore the impressed looks from my table.

"Honestly, he deserved that and more." Draco says, shrugging carelessly and I smile slightly.

"The dork beside Draco is Mattheo Riddle. He's a little quiet at first with new people. Just give him time." Pansy says.

"Alright." I say.

"Aren't you going to eat, love?" Lorenzo asks, brushing my hair over my shoulder.

I smack his hand away from me as the other guys laugh at his shocked face.

"No and stop calling me love. Your not as cute as you think you are." I snap and his jaw drops.

"That's the first." Mattheo mumbles.

"The first what? The first time a girl has slapped him or the first time a girl has turned down his advances and mediocre face?" I ask, quirking a brow at Mattheo.

Mattheo's lips slowly turn up into a grin as he studies me and Lorenzo pouts next to me.

"Both." Mattheo says before turning to his food.

"Way to bruise my ego." Lorenzo mutters.

"We can be friends, that's it. But don't expect anything more or you'll regret it. You aren't my type." I say.

"What's your type?" He asks.

"Not you." I say and he sighs as the guys laugh.

"Seriously, I get it. But, what's your type? I can set you up." He says.

Thankfully it was time to head to our dorms, so I stood and followed Pansy and the rest of the Slytherins towards the Slytherin dormitory's.

"Come on Y/N." Lorenzo whines.

"Your annoying me." I say.

"And?" He asks.

"It's something you don't want to do." I say.

He grins and I glare at him. I should have hit him. Pansy pulls me off in the direction that all the girls were heading.

“This will be our dormitory.” She says as she opens a door.

It was a big dormitory with two Queen sized beds on either side with matching green bedding. There was two wardrobes, a bathroom and several empty bookcases.

“This is my bed. Although, I will admit I’m not in here often. I’m typically at my boyfriends dorm.” She explains and I nod, taking the bed close to the window.

Oh what a year this will be.

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