#pietro maximoff fic

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I'LL BE BACK BEFORE YOU EVEN KNOW IT P.M

Snap

And that's all it took to wipe out half of humanity,

Snap, lesser than even 5 seconds and yet Pietro Maximoff could swear that it was all the time it took for his entire world to screech to a sudden stop

And so he ran, he ran to you and in a blur, no less than 5 seconds there he was right next to you, eyes widened and frantically holding you, looking at you

"are you alright- are you fine are you feeling okay"

Pietro was many things but not the idiot he usually pretended to be, he wasn't the idiot you and his sister would call him though neither of you would believe that he was

He knew that something was wrong with the air suddenly.

Wakanda was a beautiful place even amidst the ongoing war but something was wrong, something was wrong in the universe the minute Thanos snapped his fingers and Pietro knew it, and he knew that you and everyone around him could feel it too.

"dragâ mea- look at me hey- look at me" Pietro commanded, his voice filled with urgency as he spoke to you

"he snapped his fingers didn't he?" You muttered "something really bad is happening Pietro- i- I don't think thanos was bluffing about wiping off half of humanity"

"no- your fine. We are both fine- we're okay" Pietro gripped your hands enclosing them with his, the both of you were going to be fine, he thought, the both of you had to be fine-

You could hear shouts from afar, surprise, shocked, and full of grief. You knew, whatever Thanos had planned had already started

"P- Pietro I don't- I" you began shaking, you felt weird, you felt as if though you might just turn into dust and fade away

"no no no- no your going to be fine no you can't-" Pietro firmly refused to believe that something would happen to you "let me go check- nothing bads going to happen to you or me princesta- nothing bad"

You could hear his accent thicken even more as he began rambling. You knew he was worried despite the words he was saying, despite what he told you he believed

Pietro turned "nothing bads happening, we both know Thanos was just bluffing he was lying- he was trying to scare us he would never- let me go check princesta I swear I'll be right back"

He began talking really fast, desperate to prove to you that it was a lie, desperate to prove to himself that it was all a lie. Thanos's plan, everything. He was going to prove it

"no wait Pietro!" You suddenly shouted out just before he sped away

"dragâ please- y/n? Y/n!"

You look down at yourself and then at Pietro who stared at you in pure disbelief

He shook his head furiously and blinked as fast as he could to hide his tears

"no- no! No your not going- I'm not going to let you go too" his arms enclosed your body as he hugged you tightly as if though that would prevent your body from being faded away

"Pietro- don't.. don't-" you choke back your words "Pietro look at me, please look at me"

Pietro stubbornly refused to let go despite you pleads, he refused to answer back to opting to hold you even closer

"I can't let you go- don't ask me to do such things you know I can't" his voice trembled as he spoke, his voice never trembled like that before

"Pietro" you spoke again, your shaky voice trying very hard to appear calm but miserably failing

"please y/n please" he begged

"Pietro!" You shouted, shaking away from his hold, leaving space between the both of you, you look into his red teary eyes and he looks into yours

You hands clasp his face gently as he shakes his head softly murmuring no repeatedly,

"oh Pietro-" your forhead touches his and you can hear his sobs

"please don't go-" his voice cracks "you can't go my love"

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm always going to be with you- "

Pietro shook his head

"look at me, my sweet sweet boy, please look at me"

His blue eyes looked straight into yours and you felt the air inside of you vanishing

"I'll be back before you even know it"

You manage to mutter out before you too along with half of humanity vanished away. Away from the life you had half lived, away from the dreams you had half dreamt and away from the people you had truly fully loved with all your heart.

You couldn't hear Pietro's cries after that, his screams, his grief. You couldn't hear his agony and his pleads because you didn't exist, atleast not anymore, maybe now, solely on his memories.

-

He ran, like he always used to

Except this time, he seemed to forget to stop. He forgot to sleep, to eat, he would survive of course, he was bred to survive, to never stop,

So that's what he did, he never stopped running

The world still needed saving. Just this time not from robots and aliens but rather saving from it's own self agony, it's own crippling depression.

And Pietro was still a part of the quote un quote Avengers, whether he wanted to or not so he always found himself running to help people and forgetting that he too needs help

He has seen the look in people's faces, he has seen the very same in Nat's and the same face would stare at him everytime he faced a mirror

A face of regret, guilt and perhaps even self hatred. Pietro was disgusted at himself

He hadn't shaved for a while, his roots were outgrown and his eyes that you once described as a tsunami of emotions now remained still like a frozen lake during winter

But even so, he never stopped running, except he didn't know what he was running towards or rather, what he was running from.

He stopped calling himself a part of the Avengers, even though Nat and Steve still did, it made no sense, the Avengers had broken down years ago and half of the members no longer existed.

Tony was tired and done. Pietro knew he had all the right to be, he saw the state he was in when he came back from space,

Barton was-

Barton couldn't care less, Pietro didn't cared either. They both lost everything, but sometimes Pietro wished that atleast the both of them could have held on to one another but it was no use now, after all he didn't even try to stop Barton when he came to give him a final goodbye

The world had darken. He thought the world was a cruel and evil place before but now it was nothing, it was just a huge shadow and every where he went he was reminded of his failure, a failure as a hero, a friend and a failure towards you.

He was running when he got a call from Natasha

"Pietro- where are you?"

"running" a short reply came on one end

".. something came up" Natasha paused and Pietro could hear the hitch on her breath

"Pietro" she repeated his name again "I think- sorry" she corrected "we think we can bring them back"

Pietro finally stopped

"Nat.. don't do this to me, please- don't I cannot- I cannot do it, not anymore" the sokovian boy said

The other line remained silent, after all what could Natasha even say

"do you really believe that we can bring them back?" Pietro asked

"it's..it's almost impossible but.. I believe in it Pietro- it's a crazy dysfunctional idea but I believe in it and so does Steve"

Pietro wanted to run away

"the question is do you?"

He really wanted to run away

"I want to believe in it too" he whispered back

Pietro already lost his parents once and he swore that he won't lose his sister, but he ended up losing everyone he loved

"Bruce is on it and Tony-"

Natasha paused at his name and Pietro held his breath

Mr Stark

"Tony is still deciding" Natasha carefully placing her words

" we'll be waiting for you in the tower. You know where" Natasha said

"okay"

"okay, hey Pietro?"

"yea?"

"I seriously believe in this okay?"

Pietro doesnt reply back, he doesn't need to, he knows it has to work, he had to see you again.

-

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[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: unprotected p in v sex, pet names, a little Romanian (printsesa - princess) is spoken, body fluids, sweet dirty talk, hand job/finger fucking - f recieving. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt - lovemaking ( bonus blurb )

character | fandom - pietro maximoff / quicksilver | marvel cinematic universe

reader | original character - female reader, Stark!female reader & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 1.3k

tagging - < taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . Pietro uses his body to comfort you during a bad storm..✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

He’s almost asleep when the storm reaches it’s worst. As he rolls over and prepares to shove his head beneath one of the pillows, he hears the door to his room being opened quietly. You make your way over to his bed, same as you’ve done for at least two other nights this week and when he feels the bed dip down, he reaches out for your body in the darkness.

❝ The storm again, prinţesă?❞ he yawns out as he finds you and pulls you down into bed right next to him. You slip your legs between his legs and roll on your side so that you’re face to face with him as you nod and yawn sleepily. 

If your father had any idea you’re sneaking off your wing in the tower to come and find Pietro Maximoff lately, he’d probably murder Pietro. He’s always told you that the guys he works with are off limits, completely. And you get it, but try explaining that to your heart lately.

Pietro’s the only man you’ve ever willingly sought out. He’s the one you can’t seem to stay away from. 

As you drag your thumb over his bottom lip, it quivers. Pietro pulls you closer, strong arms wrapping around you to hold onto you tight. As he holds you, he hums an old Sokovian lullaby against the crown of your head because normally, this will knock you out faster than anything. 

After a few seconds of laying there quietly, you squirm against his body a little. The leg that started out between his legs winds up thrown over his hip. Pietro swallows down the massive lump as it forms in his throat and after a second or two of trying not to cave in and do it, he places one of his massive hands on your thigh, fingers splayed. Squeezing the soft dough of your bare thigh. Your breath hangs in your throat and you end up gasping  quietly as a result.

He can feel the way your heartbeat is starting to sync with his, the thought draws a lazy smirk to his lips. You look like there’s something you’re dying to say but you can’t find the words and this prompts him to speak up first. ❝ Te vreau prințesă pentru mine.❞

You melt against him just a little. Every single time he calls you printesa lately, it makes you feel things. Strongly. Deeply.

You’re in love with a man you can’t have and it’s only getting so much worse lately. 

❝ Hmm?❞ you purr, soft voice muffled by the way you’ve shifted yourself so that your face is buried in his chest. It’s probably the biggest reason he said what he just did, you weren’t looking at him and that made it so much easier to finally say. His hand skims up and down your thigh and you whine, rubbing against him just barely able to stop yourself when you realize you’ve just done it.

He reaches down and cups your chin to make you look him in the eyes. And after a long pause, he mumbles it again. Softly. With rough lips brushing right against yours as he says it in your language and not his native tongue. ❝ I want you to myself, princess..❞ he trails off, a split second to panic as you process what he’s just saying.

What he’s been calling you since the day your father brought the team back to live at Stark Towers. He’s been calling you princess this entire time and you never had a clue. And he’s always lingering, watching you. Quick to volunteer himself up for the  task when Tony asks if one of them will kind of keep an eye on you if he’s been threatened or he feels you’re up to something you maybe shouldn’t be. That’s how you wound up befriending him in the first place and now.. Now you’re hopelessly in love with him, kept silent by your father’s no dating an Avenger rule as well as your own fear that Pietro doesn’t even see you that way to begin with.

❝ You’re the only person I come to, Pietro.❞ you mumble quietly, your gaze lowered and your soft voice muffled yet again by his chest. As you speak and your lips graze against his skin, he digs his fingers in against the meat of your thigh, squeezing because he knows he’s a second away from losing control of himself completely.

When you rub against him while trying to get as close as possible, he bites back a groan because he can feel his cock getting even harder. He’d been just about to resign himself to masturbation to the mental image of you for the millionth night in a row before you sought him out. When he realizes what you’ve just said, he cups your chin. Makes you look up at him again. ❝ I can...❞ he pauses, taking a deep breath as he loses the battle with his own self-control and bucks himself against you,drawing a whimper out of you in the process, ❝ I can take your mind off of the storm,  prințesă.. Do you want me to do that?❞

You swallow hard and nod, staring up at his handsome face, dragging your hand over it in awe. ❝ How.. How would you do that, Piet?❞ you ask quietly. Heart skipping a beat when the dark chuckle leaves his lips, hanging in the air between the two of you for a second. As his mouth moves in for the kill, the hand on your thigh slips down between your bodies and it settles against your cunt. Soft and careful, the heel of it pressing right against your clit as he massages you through your panties. ❝ Making love to you.❞ he answers just as his thick tongue parts the barrier your plush lips form and begins to glide over the surface of your own, slow.

Slower paced than you thought the Sokovian speedster was capable of.

You whine out his name and melt into the way he’s holding you. As his hand speeds up just enough to give you a little more friction, you rock yourself against his hand. Thick digits push past the soaked silk barrier of your panties and pushes them aside, thumb circling your clit in slow and agonizing strokes. Careful. Gentle.

And then those thick fingers bury inside of you three at once. You’re stretched and this makes you gasp as you suck his neck and wrap your arms around him to cling even closer. He’s bucking himself against your thighs a little for his own friction and as he does it, he gasps against the shell of your ear. Each dirty thing he says to you in a mixture of Sokovian and English is enough to make you whine for him. ❝ Now? Please..❞ you whimper, begging for it, ❝ I need you now, Piet..❞

He licks his lips and stares down at you, watching the way you look up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, the heat in your soft little body pinned below his and he can’t wait another second.

He buries his cock inside you and goes still, letting you get used to the way he fills you as the two of you share a kiss that doesn’t end until neither of you can breathe. As the kiss breaks, he fucks into you long and slow, massive hands pinning your wrists above your head and flat against his pillow. You whine and rock upward to meet his thrusts, eager and impatient but each time, you’re met with Pietro using the strength in his muscular frame to keep your hips pinned against his mattress. He noses some hair away from your ear and mutters quietly, ❝ Is this helping, my love?❞

You moan out a breathy yes and your nails dig into his shoulders once he's let go of your hands again,dragging over his back as he pushes himself inside you completely. Raw. There wasn’t even a second’s thought given to protection, only the lust both of you have been struggling with and Pietro’s need to calm your fears and do whatever he could to protect you from them.

If it means fucking you all night, it’s something he’s more than willing -and more than happy, to do. 

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Pietro Maximoff Masterlist

Can’t Help Falling - [Request] The reader gets frequent dizzy spells and one day she was helping decorate for Christmas by stringing lights/garland and suddenly gets very dizzy and falls over the bannister and Pietro manages to catch her right before she hits the floor

Baby, It’s Cold Outside - [Request] “You’re my new neighbor and we’ve never spoken but you saw me shoveling snow all day and i guess it must be pretty obvious how cold i am because you brought me a jacket and hot cocoa"

Hanging On - [Request] Fighting on the top of the Avengers tower with Pietro and the rest of the Avengers and you shield him from a barrage of bullets and then you’re pushed off the top of the tower and end up hurtling towards the ground and when you wake up you’re in intense pain because of the poison in the bullets and Pietro is helpless to do anything. 

Little Things - [Request] Pietro x shy reader

Sunshine: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 - You and Pietro have a young daughter, Teya, who may possibly have powers but no one knows what they’ll be. You two are playing with her when you get called away for a mission. After that mission, nothing will ever be the same. 

Feeling This - No plot, just smut

Talking Body - [Request:] Reader sees Pietro shirtless and she ran away blushing cause she has a huge crush on him and Pietro ran towards her and kissed her. Cute & fluffy

Take a Breath, Take a Chance - Imagine dancing with Pietro at Tony and Pepper’s wedding and having your first kiss. 

Don’t Go - [Request] Imagine having the same powers as Pietro with an addition of accelerated healing and he loves you but you take his place and save Clint and the boy and he commends you for that but is angry you almost died

April Fools - Imagine Pietro’s first April Fools Day prank ending disastrously. 

Victory - Imagine your first kiss with Pietro.

Knock You Down [Request] Reader is SUPER badass (like more than Nat) and pins someone (preferably Pietro) and makes fun of him? Like, “oops didn’t see u there” or “didn’t see that coming?” 

Drabbles

Duel

Eyes/Sun

Dark

Absence

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[mirclealignr]

the two of us | p.m

pietro maximoff x reader

warnings; mentions of death & killing, cliffhanger — but y’all know what happens lmao sorry, no pronouns used, fluff sort of? angst sort of?

word count; 800+

a/n; this is a piece i wrote i few months ago.

A plan, you thought, was easy to follow when the steps were made clear and each member of the team was striving for the same outcome. A team built on fear was only so effective, as you had been so brutally shown.

There had been no choice given to you, but to go after what you would later come to know as the Avengers. Hiding in the woods was the closest you had come to freedom in months. The dampness of the soil had left its mark all over your hands and knees, of which you’d invited with open arms; to sink your fingers below the earth and feel the life beneath you was a type of liberty many overlooked. During the wait, you looked up through the trees and wished more than anything that the sun would greet you fondly after so long away from each other’s company.

Pietro had rushed you to the top of the hill, just for a moment, to imagine you were completely and wholly free. His arm was around your waist, his lips against yours and for a split second, it was like the world was yours, like the universe had given itself to you. For a speck of infinity, it felt as if your finite amount of time had expanded and bloomed into possibility that you could not grasp, but could only watch with bittersweet tears as it passed by.

And then the sound came. They came through the woods, treading on the precious soil that had given the foundation for the trees to grow, and in turn had provided you with your hiding spot. They didn’t know you were out there, lying in wait to ambush them. But in a world where war was sought more than peace could ever hope for, it was as simple as you against them. And afterwards you’d tell yourself you did what you had to, that your life was more important than the lives of those you took.

How does one measure a life? They say that contrast is key, that life and prosperity thrive on difference of mind and heart. Until that difference is too much and too dangerous. Free will, control, it was all the same to you.

- - -

When you reached the city, Pietro was far more willing than Wanda to work alongside these new people. After all, it was Stark Industries that had been the deciding factor in this life you had chosen for yourselves. Trust came slowly for you, like a tap that was only ever dripping until it’s sink was satisfied and full. You trusted Pietro with all of your heart, though your mind had yet to be won over. To you, it depended on the person who had asked for your trust whether the heart or mind would rule over your decision.

You were all watching the city you grew up in, the city that harboured your brightest and darkest memories, inch closer to dilapidation. The race against time was interconnected with your fight against technological life forces.

Pietro found you during a sparring fight, had stolen you away to an abandoned building to whisper in hushed tones about 'difficult decision making'. His skin was hot to the touch, tinted in rose shading and lined with a sheet of sweat, but he was soft, like always. Brushing away the hair that had fallen over his eye, you thought of what to say, quivering under his touch as he replicated the action unto you.

“I'd die for you, you know, if that’s what it took to make it out of here,” you said quickly, as if your promise might be kept at any moment.

“Dying is too easy after everything we’ve endured. I’d live for you. I have lived for you, and now I’d do anything to keep you,” Pietro replied, his breathing laboured and warm against your skin.

His forehead rested atop yours and his eyes were sealed tightly shut, as if praying for a miracle. If he thought he could live, and live for you, then there was no reason to think this suggestion would be naïve, that it would be taken like unsolicited advice.

“We could start a new life with them,” you suggested.

Upon such a bold thought spoken out loud, Pietro opened his eyes. He pulled away a little, and it felt like he was looking down on you for a moment.

“With them?” he cocked an eyebrow.

“Why not? We could go to America,” you beamed, thinking of the new life you could have, away from Sokova and what it meant for you now.

Pietro brought his hand to your face and trailed the back of his finger over your cheek, thinking of his answer, searching for it in your eyes. The blond streaks in his hair had darkened with all the dirt and debris that had flown over the city and landed on the pedestrians below. He was cut in places, but he didn’t seem to notice them like you did.

“Anything for you,” he decided, rushing back out to the city that had never favoured you the way you had favoured it—it almost seemed frivolous to protect it the way you were.

“For us,” you whispered as the dust settled.

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[kimoralov3]

Peace and Quiet

Requested by: Anonymous Word Count: 2187 Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x reader Warnings: swearing, the avengers working against pietro and the reader, i don't remember what pronouns i used for the reader so maybe fem reader maybe nb reader???, clint in the vents, i will put sambucky anywhere i can, there's lying if that bothers you, and i imagine that pietro and wanda still have their accents, also wanda and pietro being siblings

Living with at least 10 people was enough of a headache.

Dating with this amount of people constantly around? Even bigger headache.

Secretly dating one of those 10 people with the other 9 people around, one of whom is his sister? That’s a full blown fucking headache.

One that you and your boyfriend— Pietro Maximoff— were currently living. 

The two of you and Steve had just gotten home from a mission, so you were free for the next week or so after you filled out all your paperwork. You and Pietro decided that this would be the perfect time for a date.

What the two of you didn’t take into account was the fact that there was always someone bothering the two of you.

You were getting ready in your room— you and Pietro were going to sneak onto the rooftop for a small picnic— when you were interrupted by a soft knocking on your door. You groaned, already dreading who and what could be on the other side. “Who is it?” You yelled, using your powers to open the door. 

Steve peeks his head in before walking in all the way. “Hey Y/N, are you finished with your mission reports? I need them before the day is over.”

“Oh yeah, I’m finished. They’re on my nightstand.” You said as you looked at him through the vanity mirror. You watch as he grabs the small stack of papers and then turns to face you. “Anything else you need?”

“No, that’s all; thank you. Are you going on a date or something?” He asks, finally taking in the fact that your hair was done and you were applying makeup.

Shit, I need to think of a lie. “Oh, no. There’s this uh, there’s this art exhibit that I’ve been meaning to check out.” You try to keep your voice even as you apply your mascara. 

Steve hums and nods. “Oh, cool. I didn’t know that you liked art. Anyways, have fun! Don’t stay out too late.” Steve said as he walks out the door. You let out a sigh of relief when the door gently slams short, glad that Steve believed your lies. 

Your phone chimed, pulling your attention back to reality. It was a text from Pietro, telling you that he was getting ready at the moment. You replied telling him that you were going up to the roof. You give yourself a quick once over before grabbing your phone and walking out the door. 

As you neared the common room, you heard two voices arguing about something. Once you got closer you discovered it was Sam and Bucky, arguing about another stupid topic. 

“Look man, all I’m saying is that if you keep staring at people like you hate them, no one is going to want to be friends with you.” Sam said simply. He and Bucky were sitting on the couch, Sam’s legs in Bucky’s lap with Bucky rubbing them. 

“I don’t need any more friends; I’m perfectly fine with the number of friends I have right now.” Bucky said grumpily. Sam scoffed, shaking his head. As he did so he noticed you walking by.

“Hey Y/N, come here really quick! We have something we need to ask you.” He says as he waves you over. You stop in your tracks, silently cursing yourself for walking through the common room. You walked over to the couch, standing behind the couch and looking down at them. 

“I actually don’t have a question.” Bucky mumbled to himself.

Sam ignored Bucky, his full attention on you. “Don’t you think Bucky should make some friends? Y’know, some that he doesn’t work with.”

You look between the two of them, weighing your options. If you agree with Sam, you might have to listen to more of them arguing and possibly be late to your date with Pietro. If you agree with Bucky, the same thing might happen but possibly longer, meaning that you will definitely be late to your date. Guess I’ll have to take my chances. “I mean it would definitely be nice to have friends that you don’t work with, but it’s not technically needed. Plus the more friends the two of you have the more people y’all gotta invite to your wedding.”

They both seem to think about that last point, looking at each other before mumbling something about you being right. “Also where are you going? You’re never all dressed up like this.” Bucky asks as he looks you up and down.

“If you were anyone else I’d be offended,” You said, causing Bucky to roll his eyes playfully. “And if you must know, I’m going to go see an art exhibit.” It was best that you kept the same lie, it meant a lesser chance of being caught.

Bucky gave you a suspicious glance before dropping it. Sam didn’t seem to find a problem with your lie, so he wished you well before going back to talking with Bucky about their wedding. 

You quickly walked off, hoping that no one else would bother you in your journey to the rooftop. 

—

Pietro threw his phone onto the bed, rushing to his closet to find something to wear. He had to work quickly in order to make sure no one bothered him before his date.

“Pietro, did you take my— what are you doing?” Wanda asked as she barged into Pietro’s room. Pietro jumped, startled by the sudden intrusion. 

“Geez, do you knock? What are you trying to blame me for stealing now, hm?” He asked as he buttoned up his shirt and turned to face his younger sister.

“I was going to ask you if you stole one of my pens again, but never mind that now. Where are you going all dressed up like this?” Wanda asked as she gestured to how Pietro was dressed and that his hair was styled.

“I’m going out somewhere. Why does it matter?” Pietro asked as he gave himself a final one over. Wanda scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Pietro, I’ve known you your whole life; I know when you’re lying about something. Who are you going on a date with?” She asked. Pietro groaned, hating how she was always right. But this wasn’t just his secret to tell, so he was gonna keep it for as long as possible.

“I’m not going on a date; just going out by myself. Why, is there a problem I don’t know about?” He asked as he turned around to face his twin. 

Wanda narrowed her eyes, seemingly judging her brother more than usual before sighing and shaking her head. “Fine, forget it. I’ll be in the kitchen when you get home.”

Pietro gave a hum of acknowledgment, watching as his sister walked out of the room. He waited a few moments to make sure she wasn’t waiting outside his room before he started making his way to the elevator. 

However, luck was not on his side, seeing as Clint dropped out of the vents in front of him, startling him to the other side of the room. “What the fuck, Clint? What were you doing in the vents?”

“Hiding from Stark. He’s trying to do something to my arrows; don’t know what because I wasn’t really listening.” Clint said with a shrug. 

“Well next time you jump down from the vents, please do it when there is no one around.” Pietro said as he rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Clint waved a dismissive hand at Pietro. “What are you all dressed up for? Do you have a date or something?”

“No, I just felt like going out by myself tonight.” Pietro stated.

Luckily Clint didn’t push, nodding his head and giving Pietro a pat on the shoulder as he walked by and muttering “Have fun.” Pietro watched as Clint walked down the hall before quickly pressing the button to open the elevator and stepping in. 

But once again Lady Luck was working against him because Steve Rogers stepped into the elevator right before it closed. Please, for the sake of my sanity do not start a conversation. I just want to go on my date with Y/N without anyone bothering me.

“Oh, hey Pietro. You going somewhere?” Steve asked once he noticed the man standing next to him. 

“Yeah, I was just planning to hang out by myself today.” If I have to say that sentence again today, I’m going to explode.

“Are you sure you’re hanging out by yourself? You seem like you’re dressed up for a date or something.” 

“Everyone keeps telling me that— can’t I just dress up to be by myself? I don’t always want to go on dates!” Pietro exclaimed. Steve just looked at him, surprised by his outburst. “Sorry, just annoyed about having to repeat myself all day.”

“It’s fine. Have fun while you’re out. Oh, and don’t forget to complete your mission reports before the end of the day.” Steve said as the two of them arrived at his floor.

“Will do!” Pietro called after Steve as he walked out of the elevator and went down the hallway. Once the doors closed he let out a sigh and leaned back against the wall. This day was very troubling.

—

When Pietro finally made it up to the rooftop, you were there laying in the sun. Seeing you made him forget all the stress he had accumulated on his way up here, him smiling as he laid next to you. The movement made you open your eyes and look over, a smile breaking out on your face once you realized who it was. “What took you so long?”

Pietro groaned, thinking about all the people he had run into while trying to get to the rooftop. “Wanda came in my room bothering me about something, Clint scared the shit out of me, Steve got in the elevator with me— the usual interruptions.” He said as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to his chest.

“Ugh, tell me about it. Steve came asking about the mission reports and I had to help Sam and Bucky settle some argument. Dating in secret in this place is like trying to navigate a field of bombs.” You said as you laced your fingers together. Pietro chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Don’t worry, princess. Soon enough they’ll gain enough sense to realize when to leave people alone.” You hummed at that, doubting that that would happen. 

“Highly doubtful. They wouldn’t stop even if they knew we were together. In fact, that might prompt them to bother us more.” You joked. Pietro laughed, shaking his head.

“Yeah, you’re probably right about that. When do you think we should tell them?” 

You thought about it for a moment. There were no explicit rules against dating within the team, so that should be fine. And most of the team members would probably be ok with it— although you weren’t so sure how your best friend would feel about you dating her brother without telling her. But you knew overall that it wouldn’t be a terrible thing if the Avengers found out that the two of you were together romantically. 

“I mean, we don’t have to tell them. We could just stop hiding it; y’know, like show that we’re together without having to have that awkward conversation. Plus it’ll be fun to see who takes the longest to figure it out.” 

“Mm, I love having a girlfriend as smart and wonderful as you. What did I do to deserve you?” He asked softly as he looked down at you affectionately. 

“I don’t know, but you should be very glad to have me.” You whispered. Pietro’s smile grew wider as he leaned down, connecting your lips with his.

—

“Nat, what are you watching?” Steve asked. He had been walking by when he caught Natasha looking at the security cameras.

“Pietro and Y/N are on a date— aren’t they just so cute?” Nat asked as she turned the computer screen to face the man. Steve gave her a confused look before taking a step closer.

The screen was focused on the rooftop security cameras, which showed Y/N and Pietro laying on a blanket. They were all cuddled up together, and they seemed really happy together. They were talking about something, but the audio was off so Natasha and Steve couldn’t hear what they were saying.

“Wow, I never would’ve expected them to be together. They actually make a really cute couple.” He said as he looked at the screen.

Natasha scoffed in disbelief. “Really? They’ve made it so obvious. There are hearts in their eyes every time they look at each other.” She said as she leaned against the desk.

“Hm. Well now that I think about it, they were both acting weird earlier but I didn’t think much of it.” Steve said as he scratched his head.

Natasha shook her head, patting Steve on the back. “Oh, Steve. This is why I go on the spy missions and not you.”

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[cannibalizedyke]

💙pietro maximoff masterlist💙

key: ❤︎︎ - fluff, ☁︎︎ - angst, ★ - smut

coming soon!

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[finnicks]

( fic ) now i'm coming home

now i'm coming home

wandavision | wanda/pietro + wanda & billy & tommy mature, 5.1k Wanda writes, directs, and acts in season two of WandaVision. Rather than allowing her performers to improvise, she makes sure she creates a perfect show with a happy ending this time.

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Or: Wanda learns how to fix a flawed spell and takes back what is hers.

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[eternally-tired-cryptid]

Idk if anyone actually has been reading my fic that hasn't just subscribed to it on ao3 but I posted Ch 6!!!

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━JANUARY 2024; susan's recs

HARRY POTTER

━━DRACO MALFOY

buy me presents @writingsbychlo

━━MATTHEO RIDDLE

for you @mrsbarnesblog

THE MARAUDERS ERA

━━JAMES POTTER

cold as you @pretty-little-mind33

THE MAZE RUNNER

━━THOMAS

daffodils @writingsbychlo

that much was obvious @justauthoring

MARVEL

━━PIETRO MAXIMOFF

sokovian cuddles @mar-gega

the silent treatment @floral-and-fine

━━LOKI LAUFEYSON

terrible liar @fandxmslxt69

ANNE WITH AN E

━━GILBERT BLYTHE

love, lunch and letters @reidandweep

keep your hand inside of mine @harringtown

everything i hold dear resides in those eyes @↑

THE SOCIETY

━━HARRY BINGHAM

my poor little baby @the-girl-who-used-to-write

initiative @collecting-stories

FATE: THE WINX SAGA

━━RIVEN

the only edge @imkylotrash

MIXTE 1963

━━JOSEPH DESCAMPS

a real gentleman @meltinghun

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS

━━LUKE CASTELLAN

bleedin' me dry @atlabeth

sly swordsman @krkiiz

take a chance with me @↑

something out of my dreams @celesterayel

call it what you want @sayoneee

lavender roses @breadbrobin

about you @surftrips

fighting chance @supercutszns

a place with you @↑

true colours @↑

the grudge (or: the 7 things luke castellan hated about you) @kamaluhkhan

i won't say (im in love) @calliopeslyrics

bedtime stories @mischiefmoons

titles @indecisivemuch

THE BEAR

━━CARMY BERZATTO

blueberry bbq; strawberry gazpacho @collecting-stories

i love you @sunflowersteves

ONE PIECE

━━SANJI

tell it to me straight (because i’m going crazy) @justmediocrewriting

little by little @zorobff

STRANGER THINGS

━━STEVE HARRINGTON

marriage pact @fantasylandloser

season one of “come home” — masterlist @stevie-petey

drunken confession @caxde

itty bitty pretty @t-lostinworlds

OUTER BANKS

━━JJ MAYBANK

worth it @pariahsparadise

━━RAFE CAMERON

rafe, scary? pfft! @suncoved

LOCKWOOD & CO

━━ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

till death do us part @websterss

certain @↑

never angry @↑

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#aaron taylor johnson #aaron taylor johnson fic #aaron taylor johnson imagine #aaron taylor johnson as james potter #aaron johnson #lemon bullet train #bullet train 2022 #tangerine bullet train #tangerine and lemon #lemon and tangerine #tangerine #tangerine x reader #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x y/n #james potter thoughts #i need a james potter #james potter headcanon #james potter fanfiction #james x regulus #james potter x reader #james potter #the marauders #kraven the hunter #kraven #kraven the hunter aaron Taylor Johnson #atjohnsonedit #atj #atjedit

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my fic recs!

marvel

peter parker

identity crisis by @heliads

bucky barnes

time after time (on-going series) by @intrepidacious

heal me, baby by @intrepidacious

first date, last night by @intrepidacious

little lion man by @wkemeup

these ties that bind by sweetascanbee on ao3

steve rogers

no other shade of blue by @barnesafterglow

love bites (series) by starfleetstgmgr on ao3

invisible string (series) by gracehateseggnog on ao3

pietro maximoff

hole in the wall by @sebsbarnes

realign by @astxrwar soulmate au

percy jackson and the olympians

luke castellan

a place with you by @supercutszns

fighting chance by @supercutszns

rotten to the touch by @supercutszns

bleedin’ me dry by @atlabeth

i beg you (and you don’t understand) by @emiliehornby

daylight, part 2, part 3 by @tangledinlove

percy jackson

anti-curse by @kamaluhkhan

dc

dick grayson

the moon will sing (on-going series) by minnieears on ao3

jason todd

window pains by @sanguineterrain

reflections of you by dizarys on ao3

romantics by @yourlocalcringydaydreamer

suds and buds (yeah, sure) (series) by sbambs on ao3

baby steps (on-going series) by @lightwing-s

she hates me (series) by minnieears on ao3

damian wayne

flowers (series) by stargazer_lily_1996 on ao3. soulmate au

tim drake

late night park walks by @lightwing-s

sleepless nights by starkk on ao3. soulmate au

who we are (on-going series) by minnieears on ao3

the hunger games

finnick odair

our song and dance (on-going series) by @mrs-kmikaelson

one for the road by @libertyybellls

lover/fighter (on-going series) by aurabella on ao3 @bluemidnightmelody

cato

supernova (on-going series) by glossyybabie on ao3

it might kill me (on-going series) by frick6101719 on ao3

grishaverse

kaz brekker

bejeweled by @reve-writes

dense by @reve-writes

nikolai lantsov

come on back to me by @atlabeth

bad luck by @atlabeth

nine long years (on-going series) by @ellewritesalright

enchanted by @in-my-feels-probably

a familiar melody by thehistoriangirl on ao3

bridgerton

benedict bridgerton

drunk sketches by @delehosies

a lady’s guide to surviving the ton by @atlabeth

ACOTAR

azriel

the green emotion by @utterlyazriel

love will unravel me (so please keep your hands held tight) by @utterlyazriel

daughter of autumn by @writingcroissant

nightlight (on-going series) by @azsazz

cassian

flames and embers by @hellodarling1357

star wars

anakin skywalker

shifting gears by awritesthings1 on ao3

the handmaiden (on-going series) by rufflesandbows on ao3

my very soul (on-going series) by skywalkerog on ao3 @anakinskywalkerog

obi-wan kenobi

fleeting moments (series) by fitzfiles on ao3

#luke castellan x reader #peter parker x reader #fic rec #ren recs #percy jackon and the olympians #percy series #marvel #mcu #spiderman x reader #masterlist #steve rogers x reader #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #finnick odair x reader #bucky barnes x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #kaz brekker x reader #grishaverse #percy jackson x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #azriel x reader #pjo tv show #pjo series #obi wan x reader #got me giggling and shit #tim drake x reader #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #anakin skywalker x reader

[sebsbarnes]

masterlist

works under each character are oldest to newest

last updated on 4/6/24

requests, ideas, n asks are always welcomed, here

tangerine; bullet train

co-workers ➛ angst, fluff

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

confessions most popular! ➛ fluff

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

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

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

a ghost ➛ angst

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

lover girl ➛ angst, comfort, fluff-ish

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

jealousy

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

apologizes ➛ angst, comfort

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

love and grief

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

come here

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

psychopomp ➛ angst

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

a new year

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

friend or foe

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

seduction

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

headrest ➛ fluff

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

13 weeks ➛ fluff

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

high school headcanon

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

new friends, new love ➛ fluff

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

bar fight

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

sunlight ➛ tooth rotting fluff

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

tangerine intervenes a stalker headcanon

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

scarlet flags

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

inked

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

tangerine has a soft spot for reader

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

too sweet

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

letters to a loved one

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

a house is not a home

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

pietro maximoff; marvel

hole in the wall

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

phantom pain ➛ angst, comfort

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

vincent renzi; anatomy of a fall

reassured

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

enticed

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

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[filthyfluffyfantasies]

masterlist ┅ pietro maximoff

You’ve reached my masterlist for ( pietro maximoff ). Below is a complete and mostly up-to-date list of pieces I have written for ( pietro maximoff ) and a little list of symbols and their meanings to better help you find exactly what you’re looking for.

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[acriminalmind]

Songs From the Wood

Forest Dweller Wanda Maximoff x GN Reader

Summary: For years tourists who enter the mysterious woods around the town you grew up in are never to be seen again. What happened to them remains a mystery. 

After years you return to the place you rather forget if it wasn’t for your parents still living there. 

A party thrown by your former classmates ends up with you fighting for your life and getting a new one you can’t return from. 

Warnings: ⚠️ 18+, minors DNI, dark themes, shitty and immature people, consequences of alcohol, spiked drink, use of weapons like knives, swords, and axes, very graphic images (blood, horrible injuries, torture, violent and gruesome deaths), use of strong language, allusions to cannibalism, kidnapping (taking someone without their permission), manipulation (kinda gaslighting), Stockholm Syndrome (rational thinking has gone out the window), smut (later in the story) (mention of penetration, but not specified with what), human sacrifices, loyalty tests, marriage, fluff, angst, some deja vu moments, slighty dark Wanda at times. 

Please don’t report. You’ve been warned

AN: Sorry for the long wait. My new job takes me a lot of time and energy. I hope to find time to write during my vacations and weekends. I’m not out of ideas yet. 

AN: In this story, Wanda is the 20-year-old sister of Pietro, who is a 10-year-old boy.

Word count: 14213 (Damn)

Enjoy! And let me know what you think. 

On a warm summer evening, you received an invitation to a party organized by some former high school classmates. Initially, you had not planned on going because your high school days were not the most fun period in your life and you certainly would not be mourning never having to see your former classmates, who pretended you were invisible most of the time and only talked to you when they needed something from you, ever again. You had left the village where you had grown up shortly after the last day of high school. A university on the other side of the country had offered you a scholarship, which of course you had accepted. Five years later, you had graduated with flying colors and had been offered a well-paying job at the company where you had been an intern for the last two years of your education. 

Despite having no reason or desire to go to a party so far from what you now considered home you still replied that you would attend. Your parents still live in that village and you hadn't visited them in too long, so you would visit them before you went to the party. You opened your digital calendar and put in the date of the party. Fortunately, you had just gotten a raise so the plane ticket was easily paid for. You had even granted yourself a seat in first class.

Turning off your phone you put it face down on your desk and refocused on what you were doing, writing a smutty fanfic about your favorite female heroine.

"She dropped to her knees and took their hard member in her hands. In her small hands, their cock seemed even bigger than it already was. Opening her mouth she leaned forward and took..."

-

Two weeks had passed and you were about to leave for the airport. A suitcase and backpack stood neatly packed next to you on the pavement as you locked your front door. You had asked your neighbor to watch your house during the time you were gone, which would not be more than 3 days if everything went right. The cab you had ordered pulled up into the driveway. After the driver had helped you with your luggage the both of you took your seats and drove off. The ride took no longer than half an hour due to the lack of traffic. After you paid the driver and tipped, you walked into the large building in front of you. The check-in went as it always did. You were happy to finally get on the plane and be seated. Next to you sat an older man who had fallen asleep not soon after takeoff. After it was announced that passengers could unbuckle their seat belts you grabbed your laptop from your bag and started working on an assignment for work. The hours flew by, no pun intended.

-

Once off the plane you stretched and walked to the waiting area where your parents were already waiting for you with welcoming smiles on their faces. You gave them both a big hug before your father grabbed your stuff from you and started walking with them to the car even though you told him he didn't have to do that for you and that you could do it yourself, but he was stubborn and ignored you. Your mother talked to you during the car ride about what was happening in the village. Pretty little happened in the small community where almost everyone knew each other. Except for one thing. Over the past few years, several people went missing in the woods surrounding the village and were never found. Those who went missing were mostly tourists who had probably wandered off the marked hiking trails, but it was still strange and slightly worrisome. It also wasn’t good for business as word about the woods spread fast and as a consequence, the village was being avoided by many tourists who would normally fill up the streets and spend a good amount of money in the local shops. Quite an amount of shops had to close their doors due to a lack of customers and lack of income. The shopping district was now filled with lots of empty buildings holding a gloomy atmosphere.

Your mother mentioned that someone had been reported missing again, but it was a villager this time. She mentioned the name and you recognized it immediately. It was the name of a former classmate of yours from high school. Apparently, someone had dared him to go into the woods and go off the path to see if the stories were true and that there was indeed a monster in the woods that kidnaps and eats anyone who goes off the path. It was funny until he hadn't returned after an hour and he didn't answer his cell phone either. Authorities were called in to search, but all they found was a large pool of blood with his phone lying in it. To this day, he has not been found adding another name to the growing list of missing people who fell victim to the woods.

The date of his disappearance was a week before you got the invitation to the party. You thought it was odd that they were throwing a party right now when a fellow villager was missing, but your mother said they were already planning the party before the man went missing and his parents insisted that the party should just be held as planned.

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When you arrived at your parent’s house, you made sure to get your luggage out of the car before your father could. You followed your mother to the front door which she unlocked to let you in. Everything looked exactly the same as the last time you visited your parents. The house was spacious but still gave off a cozy feeling. Several pictures of you and your parents hung on the walls. It was like a timeline of your life. It puts a small smile on your face. Your mother told you to take your things to the guest room, which was your old bedroom, while she would prepare dinner. As confirmation that you had heard her, you nodded to her before walking upstairs. The second room on the right side of the hall was yours. It had its own mini bathroom and walk-in closet. You put your things in the corner of the room and plopped down on the bed to rest your eyes for a while.

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Stepping out of your father's car you had borrowed to drive to the party you could already hear the loud music and people singing along from the parking lot. The party was fully going. Calmly you walked toward the entrance, breathing in the fresh air one last time before entering the smelly and crowded space. You made your way towards the bar where you ordered a diet coke, not wanting to get too drunk this early in the evening, especially while being surrounded by people you hadn't seen for years and wouldn’t fully trust with your well-being if you were drunk. 

Looking around you, you took in the different faces of the people dancing on the dancefloor. You recognized most of them, they were just a bit more mature since you last saw them, but looking more mature didn't stop them from acting immature as you saw a group of men, who were part of the football team back in the day, act like monkeys on speed. Rolling your eyes at the sight you moved your eyesight to a couple of young women standing in the corner giggling about something. The blonde woman standing in the middle of the group took your breath away. It was your secret school crush and she looked even more beautiful than you remembered. The ring on her finger stopped you from approaching, not that you knew what you would have said to her if you would have. You didn't want to embarrass yourself more than you had already done in school. 

For a while, you sat in silence sipping on your drink at the bar, watching the people around you like you also did as a teenager when you sat alone at lunch. When you were done with the one coke you had ordered that night you headed towards the exit, wanting to call it a night, but on your way, you were pulled onto the dancefloor by an unknown woman who started to dance around you. "Danzz with meeee!" she yelled barely hearable due to the loud music. Her slurred words and strong smell told you that she was highly intoxicated, but like the decent person you are you started awkwardly dancing with her. You didn't want anyone with bad intentions to get their hands on her as long as she was under the influence of alcohol and could be easily manipulated into doing regrettable things. After what felt like an hour of dancing with the woman you felt yourself getting tired. The woman had in the meantime sobered up a little and had found the people she came with. She gave you a quick peck on your cheek and thanked you for keeping her company after apologizing for bothering you in her drunken state. The action made you blush. This didn't go unnoticed as a small group of people made their way to you while cheering at you and making kissing sounds. One of the broad men threw his arm over your shoulder while ruffling your hair with his free hand. "Look at our favorite nerd getting some action!" Laughter filled your ears. One of the others yelled that it was probably the furthest you've ever gotten with a girl. The people now surrounding you were all people who had made your life in school unnecessarily difficult and less enjoyable. You awkwardly laughed at the stupid jokes that were being made about you in the hope that soon they would get bored of themselves and would leave you alone so you could leave this place as fast as you could to never see anyone of them again.

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Half an hour later you were still at the party you had badly wanted to leave a while ago, but the strong arm on your shoulder and your shyness preventing you from speaking up had made you stay where you were. One of the women pushed a drink into your hand after you had declined the offer, guess no isn't an answer she takes. The jokes about you had stopped and the topic of conversation had changed to the missing people cases that held a tight grip on the local community. One of the women, who you remembered to be the daughter of the sheriff told about what she had heard from a whispered conversation between her father and the mayor that she had eavesdropped on four days ago. Apparently, investigators had found evidence that points to a new-found theory of mystery people inhabiting the woods. Silently sipping on your drink you listened to the woman and all the things she had heard. Even though the whole matter wasn't of interest to you, the thought of possibly dangerous people living in the woods close to your parent's house, made you more than uncomfortable. The thought of convincing your parents to temporarily live with you while searching for a new place for them far away from where they lived now crossed your mind. You were pulled out of your thoughts by someone patting your shoulder to get your attention. "Come on, let's see for ourselves," you heard someone say. You wanted to pull yourself away from the group who were now walking you to the back exit leading to the mysterious woods, but you failed. It felt like you had lost control over your body. Looking down at the empty red cup in your hand you cursed to yourself. You hadn't even noticed you had drunk the whole thing. The girl who gave it to you held your hand, pulling you with her toward the edge where the trees met the main road. You wanted to say no, but no sound came out of your mouth. Before you could register it you had been pulled into the darkness, the only sound you could hear was the drunken laughter of the people around you and the breaking of the twigs underneath your stumbling feet. While you were pulled further into the woods, even getting off the designated hiking trails, multiple pairs of eyes were watching your every move from behind the trees waiting to strike. 

At hearing a weird sound behind you you turned your head to see where it came from. You could have sworn you saw a silhouette standing next to one of the many trees surrounding you, but before you could get a closer look the girl still holding your hand pulled your attention to her. She pulled you into a deep and unwanted kiss. After she had ended the kiss she complimented you for how good of a kisser you were, saying she hadn't expected that from you. Before you could react to her insulting expectation she had passed out on the floor from the combination of alcohol, drugs, and tiredness with you following her not close behind.

The woods became now completely silent.

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You woke up when the first rays of the sun showed through the trees. Your head was pounding as a result of last night's activities. Looking around you noticed that you were the only one there. There was no sign of anybody else. Those fuckers had abandoned you in the middle of god knows where. Curse words left your mouth as you tried to stand up from the cold ground while having to deal with a major hangover. Once on your feet, you took another look around hoping to spot an indication as to where in the woods you were exactly, but as far as you could see you only saw trees and bushes. Looking at the place of the sun in the greyish-colored sky you decided to head east where the sun had come up some time ago. It was cold and damp and the thin shirt you had on did nothing to keep you warm. Hugging yourself you tried to keep the little body warmth you had left with you. Every time you exhaled a cloud of fog left your mouth. Without you realizing it you had started to chatter your teeth.

After what felt like hours of walking you collapsed to the ground. Your feet were dying beneath you as you weren't used to walking for so long and underneath these conditions. Leaning against a huge tree you tried to catch your breath and talk yourself into getting up again and continuing walking. You didn't even know whether you were going in the right direction, but you couldn't just stay in one place with these cold temperatures and not knowing whether someone was looking for you. Just now you realized how far you were dragged into the woods. The night before it had felt like just a few meters. 

When you had found the strength you needed to get back up you took a deep breath and continued your journey toward your hopeful escape from the dense woods and to not be another name on the missing persons list who fell victim to it. 

Every step you set hurts. It felt like your feet were about to fall off any second now. The frightening thought of never being able to see your parents again and leaving them in uncertainty about your well-being made you pull through.

To distract yourself from the pain you were in and keep up the spirit you started silently singing one of your favorite songs.

"Never gonna give you up. Never gonna let you down. Never gonna run around and desert you ..."

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As you started to sing the song you were singing for the past half an hour for the ninth time you were disrupted by a high-pitched scream coming not far away from you. Holding your breath while standing deadly still, you looked around searching for the source of the scream while wondering if it came from someone who needed your help and in exchange could help you or if it came from someone who you should run from. Out of nowhere one of the guys who were with you last night came storming out of the bushes on the right of you while screaming for his life. He was covered in blood and you were sure that you saw the bone of his right arm sticking out.

You stared wide-eyed at the panicked man en wondered what had happened to him to put him in a state like he was. Another noise coming from the bushes grabbed your attention. As fast as you could you dove behind a tree to hide from whatever was gonna come out of it. Carefully you peeked your head around the edge to see what was gonna happen next. Not even five seconds after you had taken your hiding spot behind the tree two big figures with deer fur as clothes and animal skulls covering their faces appeared from the bushes. They both had a handmade axe in their hand which was dripping with blood. One of them let out some sort of battle cry before the both of them sprinted behind the wounded man. You watched fearfully as they rapidly reduced the distance between themselves and their prey. One of the figures threw his axe toward the man which ended up drilled in between his shoulder blades and throwing him face first on the ground. He let out cries of pain while trying to crawl away, but his suffering came to an abrupt end when the other figure who still had his axe harshly brought it down into his skull splitting it open and ending his life. Blood and brain tissue was splattered around the lifeless body. You slapped your hand over your mouth to prevent any sound from coming out and ducked back behind the wood. You wanted to scream, but you couldn't do that because they would hear you. You wanted to run, but you couldn't do that because they would come after you and do god knows what to you.

Never in your life had you felt this kind of fear.

You sat quiet and motionless behind the tree in the hope the two figures wouldn't see or hear you and would soon walk away so you could make a run for it. The only thing you could hear was the sound of flesh being cut. It was horrific and made your stomach turn.

When you thought it couldn't get any worse a man and a woman who you recognized as people from the group you were with last night appeared to the left of you, both of them also covered in blood. The man held a little silver-haired boy who looked to be around the age of 10 in his arms while keeping a dull knife to his throat. While the two hadn't noticed your presence, the boy did and he looked you right in the eyes with his tear-filled ones. His small body was trembling in fear. You noticed that just like the two large creatures he was wearing deer fur. He is probably part of the same group as them. He sniffled as a lonely tear dripped down his cheek. Suddenly the man who held the boy hostage started to scream at the two people to not move or else he would kill the kid. Your eyes widened at hearing that threat. The knife was pushed closer against his skin, now drawing blood. Cries of pain and fear left his mouth. The devastating sound pulled on your heartstrings. You wanted to help the boy. You couldn't leave him to his own devices even if the chances of you getting hurt in the process of saving him were high. The girl wasn't an obstacle as she was standing on the other side of the man watching it all go down with fear in her eyes. When the two people started to scream back in some unknown language the man pulled his knife away from the boy's neck, pointing it in front of him in defense. This was your chance. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself down a little you got into a running position before sprinting from behind your hiding place toward the boy. 

A red-headed woman was watching it all unfold from behind a tree. No one had noticed her presence yet and she wished it to stay that way.

It felt like everything went into slow motion the moment you had a grip on his arm. Your unexpected appearance surprised the man holding him captive, resulting in him losing the tight grip he had on the boy. This gave you the chance to pull him away and motion for him to make a run for it. He looked at you with a grateful look before running off as fast as he could on his short legs. As you watched him run with a satisfied smile on your face you felt a sharp pain pierce through your skin. Looking at your waist you saw a knife being pulled out of it. The same knife that was against the boy's neck just a minute ago. Blood started to sipe through your shirt. While grabbing at the wound you looked with a panicked look behind you, locking eyes on the man who just brutally stabbed you. He looked down at the in your blood-covered knife in his trembling hand and then looked back at you. His eyes held a gaze of confusion but it soon turned into anger. “You fucking asshole,” he whispered angrily. As you fell to the ground you could hear the young boy scream in anguish. Your eyes became heavy as more blood started to gush out of your body. As you stared up into the sky waiting for the inevitable the man and woman who had captured the boy were being slaughtered at your feet by the forest people. Their screams didn't reach your ears as they could only focus on the slow beats of your own heart. Before your eyes closed you were met with a pair of beautiful emerald-colored eyes that held a soft gaze in them as they looked down at you. 

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Every morning before sunrise Wanda would take a walk through the woods surrounding her home. On bare feet, she wandered through the area she had come to know like the back of her hand. Her hands gracefully moved through the high grass, like birds in the sky. She would close her eyes to take in the sounds of nature better. It was like the woods sang a song just for her. It brought a smile to her face.

When she arrived at the heart of the woods she was met with a sight she hadn't seen before. A group of strangers lay sleeping on the ground. She remembered her father's warning words about strangers and that she was not to be near them by herself, but curiosity got the best of her, so she hid behind a tree at a safe distance from the group and observed the scene with curious eyes. 

Before the sun started to come up all but one started to stir awake. Instead of waking them up, they whispered something to each other before running off laughing, but what they didn't know was that they were heading to a place where strangers from the outside world weren't wanted and would probably be their demise.

When the group had left her sight she averted it back to the lone stranger who was still sleeping peacefully. She wanted to take a closer look, but she stopped herself from doing so instead she stayed safely hidden behind the big tree and kept watching the stranger making sure nothing bad happened to them. Wanda always had a caring nature, always wanting to make sure the people in her community were okay. However, the person laying on the ground wasn't someone from her community. She didn’t know them. They were a stranger. Someone her father warned her about numerous times, telling her they were bad people who destroyed good things for selfish reasons and had no respect for nature, something that is very important for her people. She had seen the damage these strangers left behind with her own eyes. Still, she didn't want to leave this one all alone. She always tended to see the good in people and the person who was left behind hadn't given her any reason yet to think otherwise, unlike the people who had left them behind showing the rotten side of humanity. 

As the sun started to appear from behind the trees she saw that the person started to stir awake. She watched every move they made. From them looking with utter confusion around them after waking up all alone in the middle of the woods, to them standing up while muttering unfamiliar words. As Wanda took in their appearance now that she was able to see them better from where she was standing she felt a fluttering feeling in her stomach. They were good-looking. The clothes they were wearing were strange though. Not practical for a life in the woods at all. She couldn't admire them long though as the stranger started to make their departure.

When the stranger had left she decided to head back home herself before her father would start worrying about her and sent out a search team. She also didn't want to make her little brother wait as she had agreed to spend some time with him. The last time she had made him wait he decided to go look for her all by himself in the big and treacherous forest, ending up with a gash on his knee from falling down a rocky path. And with these strangers wandering around she didn't want him to leave home by himself. Who knows what they would do to him if they got their hands on him? The single thought of something happening to him frightened her. She would never forgive herself. 

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Wanda held her little brother tight against her body, afraid that if she let go something bad would happen to him. Tears streamed down her face, dripping on top of Pietro's little head. She had watched the whole scene go down, from the moment those two evil outsiders grabbed her brother, who was innocently wandering around the woods while picking flowers, till the moment that the lone stranger she had been watching that morning saved him and as a result got stabbed themselves.

She felt Pietro calm down in her arms, which made her calm down a little too. He is alive and safe in her arms. She looked up and saw how her brother's captors were slaughtered by two of her father's hunting men. They screamed in agony as their bodies were mutilated until their lives had left their bodies. She had watched with zero remorse. Her sight was soon pulled to the lone stranger's motionless body that lay in a small pool of their blood. The person that saved her little brother from their people. She felt warm and grateful. When the hunters moved away from the two piles of flesh and made their way toward the unconscious stranger with their axes in their hands, ready to butcher them too, Wanda abruptly ordered them to a halt. As the daughter of their leader, she had some kind of power. They halted their movements, lowered their weapons, and looked at her through their masks, waiting for their next orders. Wanda looked down at her brother who was now looking up at her with his big friendly eyes which both still held some unshed tears, then returned her sight back to the lone stranger. She thought it over for a second before looking up at the hunters and saying in their language, "Strangers from outside the woods are not welcome in our home because of their evil natures and disrespectful behavior towards our woods, but I believe this one is different. I witnessed early this morning how the people who were with them mercilessly abandoned them in the middle of these dangerous woods. We just saw how they saved Pietro, son of Django Maximoff our celebrated leader, and my father, from their own kind and in return got stabbed. They need help, which our healers can give. We owe that to them." The two hunters grumbled something while shaking their heads. "Don't worry about my father. This is my decision. All consequences are on me. I give you my word." The two hunters looked at each other before nodding at Wanda. One of them ripped off a piece of their fur clothing and used it to tie off your open wound before he carefully pulled you off the cold ground and started walking in the direction of their home, followed directly by the other hunter, Wanda, and Pietro. 

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Upon their arrival at the gates of the hidden village, one of the gatekeepers blew on a horn to announce their return before letting them in. They were greeted by Django, his wife Marya, his right-hand man Erik and a handful of guards. Pietro ran like a speedster to his mother who brought him in a loving hug. Wanda made her way over to her father who was already waiting for her with open arms. She almost forgot about what happened just a while ago until she hears her father say, "Who's the stranger you brought with you?" Wanda pulled away from the hug to look her father in the eyes before she would answer him. "You know how I think about outsiders, Wanda. What is one of them doing in our home?" Wanda took a deep breath before she calmly tried to explain the situation to her father and those around them who were also listening. "This morning when I was on my morning walk and arrived at the open spot in the middle of our woods I walked upon a group of them sleeping on the ground." She noticed her father's eyes widen and mouth open ready to tell her once again that she isn't allowed to come near outsiders alone, but before he could Wanda continued, "Don't worry, Dad. I stayed at a safe distance and blended in with nature so they wouldn't notice me. Like you taught me as a kid." Her dad smiled a little at the memories of him and his daughter spending time in the woods while he taught her the ways of nature and how to take good care of it. "I watched them for a while until all of the group but one woke up. They then left, leaving the one still asleep all alone in the middle of the woods. Sometime later they woke up looking confused, scared, and angry. Not long after they had left I decided to walk back home. I had promised Pietro to spend some time with him and I didn't want him to wander alone through the woods with outsiders lurking around..." Wanda stopped to take a breath, knowing what she was about to say next would upset her parents. "Next thing I knew I heard Pietro scream. I ran as fast as I could towards the direction it came from. When I arrived I saw how two of the outsiders I saw that morning held Pietro hostage while holding a knife to his throat. They were yelling at two of your hunters. I was so afraid they were gonna hurt Pietro, but out of nowhere the lone stranger who got left behind sprinted from behind a tree and rescued Pietro. They got stabbed after. I know our rules and how our people think about outsiders, but I think this one is different. They at least deserve to be helped by our healer as a thank-you for saving Pietro. My little brother. Your son and successor." It became quiet. For a few minutes, no one said a word. Django stared at his daughter with an unknown look. He then looked to Pietro, who was still being held by his mother. "Is it true, little warrior? Did the lone stranger save you from those barbarians from the outside world?" Pietro nodded his head. One of the two hunters then spoke up and confirmed the part about the lone stranger saving Pietro. Django walked up to the hunter who still held your motionless body in his arms. He looked at your face, then at your wound, which was in high need of treatment. He looked back at his wife who nodded at him, he then looked to his daughter who was already looking at him with hopeful eyes. "If we treat them we can't just let them go back to the outside world. They will know too much about our civilization. It will bring our community at risk. I can't let that happen, Princess." Wanda understood her father's reasoning. The outsiders had hurt her community more than enough. One of her uncles fell victim to them. He died three years ago in a one-sided fight he got into with a group of outsiders he came across at the edge of the woods when he was taking an evening walk. Her father was never the same after finding his brother's beaten and lifeless body. Later he found out that a  member of their community, who secretly had started seeing an outsider, had told her about the village in the woods. Her brother and his friends went to the woods that fatal night to look for these so-called forest people and bumped into Clint, her uncle. He refused to lead them to the village and ended up choking in his own blood after a severe beating. The villager who had given up their secret existence had been sentenced to death a day later after they had tracked him down. Wanda could still recall like it was yesterday how he begged for mercy as he was about to be beheaded by her father. The sound of his sword cutting through his neck had given her the chills. His head was after that placed on a stake outside the gates as a warning, so no one would ever make the same mistake as him. In the years after that, the people of the woods secluded themselves even more from the outside world. No trips to the edge of the woods were made again. 

"They won't tell anyone about us, Dad," Wanda says confidentially. "Not when we keep them here." Django looks at his daughter with confusion, "What do you mean by keeping them here? You mean like a prisoner in the caves or that we keep their body here after ending their life?" Wanda shakes her head at that. "No. I mean that they become one of us. It may take some time for them to adjust to their new home, but I will personally guide them into accepting their new life if you give them the chance. It happened before, remember? We've accepted an outsider before and that went positively. I know that was a long time ago and it happened before that horrendous evening, but I have fate this lone stranger will be a good addition to our community." Django shakes his head with a sigh, but before he can speak up one of his most trusted huntingmen steps forward, Buchanan, who was the former outsider Wanda spoke of. He was now happily married to his wife Natalie and has two beautiful children, a boy and a girl. Ten years ago he had ended up lost in the woods after his car broke down on the road that went through it. Due to no service on his phone, he started walking, hoping to find a nearby gas station of some kind of civilization that could help him fix his car. He ended up walking further into the woods. After seven days of wandering around the woods without food or drinkable water, he passed out. Django and two of his men had found him on a hunting trip. They brought him back to their home and the rest was history. "With all due respect, sir. I stand with your daughter, Wanda, on this matter. I understand your worries about the possible consequences and dangers it could bring us and our loved ones" he said while looking back at his wife Natalie, "but not every outsider is like those who ended your brother's life. I am an example of that. The lone stranger can also be an example. In my eyes, they have already proven they are different by saving your son's life while risking their own. I volunteer to help them, together with Wanda, with adjusting themselves to their new life. If you agree at letting them stay, of course." "I volunteer too, sir," Natalie says while stepping forward to stand next to her husband. Wanda smiled at hearing her best friends supporting her. Marya then steps forward and places a hand on her husband's shoulders. He looks at her. She doesn't even have to say anything for him to know what she thinks. He thinks everything through before giving her a small smile while nodding his head. He turns back to look at his daughter with his mind made up. “Okay”, He says. “I will give them a month to adjust. If by then they have, they can stay with us. If not...” He doesn’t need to finish his sentence for Wanda to know what will happen then. She nods her head in acceptance. “Thank you, Father.” 

Django orders the man who is still holding you in his arms to bring you to the healer so she can patch you up. Wanda follows them together with Natalie and Buchanan. 

You are placed on a wooden bed with animal fur covering it. The village healer, Stephany Strange, walks towards you with a serious face. She tells Wanda, Natalie, and Buchanan to step back and give her space to do what she does best. She removes all the clothing that is covering your knife wound and starts her treatment.

After thoroughly cleaning your wound she grabs a jar from the shelf behind her. The content of it she smears on your irritated wound. You flinch in your unconscious state, but soon your body relaxes as the cream is doing its magic. Wanda watches everything with careful eyes. Stephany mumbles some ancient spells while moving her hands in patterns above your wound. When she's done she wipes the remnants of the cream off of your waist and as if a miracle just happened the wound had magically disappeared. The only indicator of you ever being stabbed there was a decent-sized scar where the knife had been.

Stephany looks up at Wanda and says, "They're healed and should wake up within the day. Make sure they rest well and drink enough water," before turning around and elegantly walking out of the room. Wanda takes a seat next to the bed. She inspects the scar and amazes herself with the healer's work. No one knows how she does it. Every time someone asks her about it they get a different answer. According to rumors, Stephany Strange is an ancient sorceress with great magical power. Whether it's true, no one knows. Whoever she is, she is well respected and beloved in the village. From the moment she arrived at the gates casually asking for a place to shelter from the rain all those years ago, she made herself useful in the community. Before her arrival, many villagers had severe health problems, causing a lot of them to die. Stephany changed that. Instead of staying only temporarily until the storm had passed she never left and became their official healer.

Wanda looked outside the window at the darkening sky. Nighttime had come. The full moon was placed in the middle of the darkness, surrounded by thousands of stars. Her mind went to her father's words. If you hadn't accepted your new life by the next full moon, you would end up as a sacrificial meal. She grabbed one of your hands in her own. She barely knew you, but she felt a certain way about you. Maybe it was because you saved her little brother. Maybe it was because you had a certain aura around you. An aura different from the other outsiders she came across from. Natalie placed a reassuring hand on top of Wanda's shoulder, knowing exactly how she felt. She had felt the exact same way when she first laid eyes on Buchanan. She was gonna support her friend in every way possible like she did with her. 

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While unconscious, you were haunted by terrible nightmares. You were running for your life through the dark woods while clutching your stomach trying to keep your intestines from falling out. How you were able to keep on your feet in this state was beyond you. You could faintly hear the rushed footsteps of your attackers running after you. They were screaming in an unknown language. It sounded like battle cries. You did not dare look back or reduce speed. This was a life and death situation and you weren't gonna die because you were tired of running or were curious as to how far those savages were. You were not gonna end up like one of those dumb characters in a horror movie, even though it felt like you were in one yourself. In the state you were in you didn't notice the branch sticking out of the ground until your tripped over it and fell face-first on the harsh ground. You grunted in pain as your whole body was shaking. Your vision became more blurred as you desperately tried to crawl forward with the tiny bit of energy you had still left due to adrenaline rushing through your body. You didn't get far. When two big hands grabbed you by your shoulders you knew that this meant your demise. You were roughly turned onto your back. Three large creatures stood bowed over you. They had animal skulls covering their faces and wore animal fur as clothes. You wanted to scream, but no sound came out of your mouth. One of them suddenly moved their hands to your stomach and pulled your intestines out you had desperately tried to keep inside. The other two then raised their axes and started slashing into you. At first, you were in the most horrendous pain you could imagine until you didn't feel anything anymore. You stared at the birds flying in the sky above you as your body shook with each slash. The sound of flesh being cut and breaking bones didn’t reach your ears anymore. Soon your eyes closed.

Suddenly you jolt awake. Your breathing was irregular and your body was covered in sweat. You felt two soft hands on each side of your face and heard an unfamiliar but soothing voice say something. It took you a while to calm down and get out of your disorientated state. It was only when you were calm you fully registered the other person in the room. It was a beautiful-looking woman with long wavy red hair and emerald eyes you could drown in if you looked into them for too long. They looked familiar as if you had looked into them before, you just couldn't remember when. Her thumbs were brushing in circles over your cheeks, calming you down even more. Both of you looked at each other for some time in comfortable silence until it dawned upon you that you had no idea who this woman sitting in front of you was. Then you remembered what had happened in the woods. You pushed the woman's hands off of your face and jumped up from the bed. You grabbed an unknown object and held it in front of you as a defense weapon while you backed up until you hit what you think is a wall. The woman calmly stood up and walked in your direction while saying something in a language you don't recognize. Suddenly two other people burst through the door. The woman in front of you looked at them while speaking to them with the same calm voice as she did with you, only they seemed to understand what she was saying. At that moment while the woman with red hair was too distracted by her conversation you made an unfortunate decision as panic had taken over your mindset. You grabbed her and pulled her into a headlock while you started yelling at the two people who just entered for answers. "Who are you? Where am I, What are you going to do to me?" If you had paid better attention to your surroundings you could have noticed that the ‘wall’ you had backed yourself against wasn't a wall, but a door. Before you could register the person standing behind you, you were hit on the back of your head with a blunt object. The force made you lose your grip on the woman as you fell to the floor in a hazy state. You didn't register what happened to you after that until you regained your clearness again in a poorly lit cell.

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After an unknown amount of time had passed the door to your cell opened, showing an unfamiliar woman with short red hair. She held something in her hands, but due to the darkness, you couldn't make up what it was. She stepped closer to you until she was in the middle of the room. Crouching down she placed the object on the ground. It was an earthenware bowl with fresh fruits in it. The bowl contained strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, apples, and pears. You hesitantly looked at the bowl, you were hungry but too afraid and unsure to make any sudden, unwanted moves that could lead you to be punished or brutally killed. You had seen with your own eyes what these people were capable of. The woman's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. She pointed at the food and then toward you. She didn't sound angry or dangerous. Carefully you moved towards the bowl. Picking it up with your hands you studied the colorful fruits before bringing them piece for piece to your mouth. It was delicious. They were sweet and juicy. With each piece, you let out a moan from delight. This was far better than the fruit you bought at the grocery store. While you were busy eating, the woman standing in front of you was watching you, studying you. She didn't see anything dangerous in you. She saw the fear in your eyes when she walked in. Fear can do a lot to people. You woke up in a strange place with a stranger after witnessing something traumatic. At least, for you. Natalie had witnessed multiple deaths in her life and even though it still did something to her, it wasn't traumatizing to her. Your fear drove you to the stupid action that led you to be put into the cell you were in. She understood that. It reminded her of Buchanan. He did something similar in the first week here. With her right hand, she touched the small scar on the side of her neck where Buchanan had held a knife to. They had come so far. A small smile plastered her face. When you were finished with eating you placed the bowl back on the floor close by the woman's feet and slid back towards the wall. The woman grabbed the bowl and walked back towards the door. The whole time it had been wide open while calling your name. You could have tried to escape through it, but you didn't. Progress. Natalie thought. It was small and to some meaningless, but to her and most definitely to Wanda, it wasn't. She closed the door behind her and made her way to Wanda's cabin, who was already anticipatingly waiting for her to give her an update about you.

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Soon the second morning of your stay in the woods dawns. While you're still secured in your cell, your parents were seated at their kitchen table with the sheriff seated across from them. Your mother could barely hold it together as your father worriedly told the sheriff about you not coming home after the party. It got even worse when the sheriff told them you weren't the only one who was reported missing. He told them that partygoers had seen you and a few others walking towards the woods. While your father was trying to console your mother he asked the sheriff if they had found any trace of you and the others. The sheriff nodded and placed your phone on the table. The screen was broken and there was something that looked like blood on one of the corners. The only thing the sheriff could bring out was "I'm so sorry. We will try everything in our power to bring them back home..." If we ever find them... He doesn't say that last part out loud, but with all the people who went missing without as much of a trace, he fears the worst. His thoughts go to his daughter who was also part of the group that was seen walking to those damn woods. He prayed to god that his daughter was okay, not knowing the horrid ending she had gotten. Her body lay almost unrecognizable in one of the death traps the people from the woods had places to keep outsiders far away from their home. Her screams of pain still echoed through the air as a crow was picking flesh from her split open head.

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The early sunlight shining on your face woke you up. The door to your cell stood wide open. With care in your movements, you stood up and walked towards the light. As you walked out of the darkness from your cell you moved your hand up to block the bright sunlight from shining in your eyes and blinding you. When you were adjusted to it you looked around, taking in your surroundings. No one seemed to pay attention to you. Maybe this was your chance to escape from wherever you were. Taking another look around you to make sure the coast was clear, you started to walk in the direction of a seemingly unguarded piece of the high wall surrounding the village, not aware of the watchful pair of eyes that lay upon you. At the wall, you placed your hands on the wooden beams looking for any weak spots you could take advantage of, but you found none. Looking up you calculated whether climbing over it was an option. Before you could make a decision a firm hand was placed on your shoulder. Your eyes widened and you were sure this was the moment you were gonna die. Slowly turning around you stood face to face with a scary-looking man with brown hair that was tied in a bun and had only one arm on his body. He looked at you with an unknown look in his eyes. Suddenly he threw his arm over your shoulder and walked you towards a large cabin in the middle of the village. When you entered you were met with a room full of people who were eating and talking together. The man led you towards a table with a small group of people sitting around it in the middle of the room. Both the woman who you tried to hold hostage the other day and who gave you food last night were seated there. There was also a man and a woman who looked like to be around your parent’s age seated at the end of the table. The silver-haired boy was also there, seated next to two red-headed children who seemed to be enjoying some sort of meat. The man who still had his arm thrown over your shoulder pushed you down on a chair next to the emerald-eyed woman before taking a seat himself next to the other redhead. He kisses her on her cheek before he grabs some food off his plate and starts to eat it. You look down at the plate filled with food in front of you. Your stomach was rumbling as it was begging to be filled with food. Everyone around you was already enjoying their breakfast while moaning at the apparently delicious taste. You hesitantly reached for the reddish-looking meat before bringing it to your mouth. Taking a small bite you chew on it a couple of times, enjoying the taste of it. It wasn’t something you had eaten before as you didn’t recognize the flavor high-jacking your taste buds. The structure of the meat was a little tougher than you were used to, but it wasn’t bad. Before you knew it you had finished your breakfast and so had everyone around you. You see people clean up their things before walking out of the room to start their day. You feel a hand on your shoulder. It was the emerald-eyed woman. She looked down at you with a sweet smile and motioned for you to stand up and come with her. You could feel the stares of the others linger on you as you stood up from the table and walked after the woman. You did not know where she was taking you but you were not in a position to question things as it could cost you your life. If you wanted to live, you were obligated to live by their rules, even though you didn’t know them yet. Maybe if you showed them you meant no harm, they would let you go. It sounded like a good plan but you knew, in the back of your mind, that you were probably never gonna be let go and that this place was where you were gonna spend the rest of your life, but for now you ignored that thought. You ended up at the cabin where your stay in this village started. The woman opened the door for you and you walked in with her following not close behind you. When you heard the door lock behind you you feared the worst. 

As you stood with your back to her you felt her hands being placed on your shoulders. You felt yourself tens up and she felt it too. She wanted to comfort you, but she knew that you weren’t there yet. She retracted from you and walked towards a closet in the corner of the room. She grabbed some clean clothes, clothes made of deer fur, and gave them to you. She turned around to give you some privacy. When you’re ready you scrape your throat to get her attention. She turns around and looks at you, taking in your appearance. You look a little bit more like them now. She smiles. You don’t understand why. She holds out her hand for you to take, which you reluctantly do, and pulls you outside. 

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Fourteen days went by. Every day you were woken up by the scary man and led to breakfast with his strong arm thrown over your shoulder while he hummed a happy tune, which had given you the chills the first half of the week, but by now you were at a point of almost joining him. You would sit next to the emerald-eyed woman, whose name, you learned, is Wanda. Slowly but certainly you started to understand what they were saying. Sometimes you even joined in on the conversation even though it wasn't much. You felt yourself getting comfortable. Your fear of them had lessened but hadn't gone away completely. There was still that small voice in the back of your mind that kept you on your toes. While the urge of wanting to leave this place wasn't as strong, you still were thinking of ways to do so when you were alone at night in your cell before sleep overtook you. Sometimes you feel guilty for still thinking of escaping plans. Most of those times were when Wanda was with you. You didn't want to admit it, but she made you feel a certain way. A feeling you were a little scared of. Her contagious laugh, her soft touch, the need to help others, you being one of them, made you fall more and more for her each day. 

It was on the eighteenth day that instead of the scary man, Wanda woke you up. She had this sparkle in her eyes as she looked at you. She walked with a skip in her step to you and crouched down. Her hands were placed on both sides of your face as she smiled at you. "Today me and my friends will take you on a walk outside the wall. My father just gave me the green light." She brought you in a tight hug before standing back up again and walking towards the open door. When she didn't hear you move she looked back and nudged her head for you to follow, "Come on, handsome." You didn't understand the last part but you hurriedly stood up to follow her to the gates where the Buchanan and Natalie, whose names you just learned from Wanda, stood waiting for you both. Wanda's parents and leaders of the community were also there. He hugged his daughter, "Be safe out there, sweetheart. I trust you and your friends to behave yourselves out there and stay inside the safe area." Wanda nodded, "Yes father. And if anything somehow goes wrong, Buchanan is with us to protect us." Django looks at him as he nods in confirmation. He then looks at you. "Don't disappoint my daughter. See this as a test. If you fail..." He doesn't finish his sentence, but you know what he's alluding to and he knows you know by the slight fear in your eyes. He has seen the progress you've made in the past weeks. He has also seen how happy you make his daughter, even though you don't seem to notice it yet. But he knows from experience that some people, under certain circumstances, can do disappointing things. He hopes that you're not one of them. Time will tell. He watches as Wanda takes your hand and leads you through the open gates into the woods with Buchanan and Natalie walking not far behind.

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Wanda let's go of your hand to go take a closer look at some beautiful flowers. You watch her as she does so. A small smile is plastered on your face as you watch this goddess of a woman as she gracefully touches nature's decorations. Buchanan and Natalie are watching you while having a whispered conversation.  "This sight reminds me of our story, my love," Natalie says as she hugs her husband. "Who do you think will make the first move? Them of Wanda?" Buchanan shrugs his shoulders at his wife's question. "It doesn't matter, doll. What matters is what comes after the first move. Once they discover how the other feels about them not many other things will be on their mind. Like with us. You're my everything, Natalie." He looks down at his wife and brings her in a loving kiss. "I love you." "I love you too."

Soon Wanda returns, taking your hand back in hers again. The four of you walk further while taking in the beauty that is nature that surrounds you. It's quiet, only the sound of leaves rustling in the wind and the chirping of birds that fly in the blue sky can be heard. Now you have a slightly bigger chance of escaping the people who brought you to their home the thought has not come up in your mind once. You enjoy walking with Wanda, Natalie, and even Buchanan. You feel at peace. The stress that had you in its grip back home has let you go. There is no worrying about work deadlines or bills that need to be paid. While you had trouble socializing with the people outside the woods, in the woods, with its inhabitants, it felt so much easier. It didn't feel forced and you didn't feel like throwing up when you had to speak to someone you didn't know yet. The small acts of affection from Wanda, like her holding your hand, felt like something you had craved for all your life without you even knowing. Not once you had experienced the feeling she gave you before. You did have flings before that made you feel something, but that was nothing like this. This felt more intense. Her presence made you feel like butterflies had made your stomach their home. You wanted to express your feelings towards her, but you didn't know how, and even if you did, you didn't know if she felt the same about you. Sure she was affectionate with you, but that didn't mean automatically that she had some sort of romantic feelings for you. You hoped she did though.

It doesn't take long however for your peaceful and slightly romantic walk through the woods to be disturbed. Unknown voices in the distance alert Buchanan as he leads Natalie, Wanda, and you to hide in the bushes. He grabs hold of a large knife that he always carries with him, as he waits for the outsiders to appear. Your eyes widen when you see who they are. Remembering that his daughter was with you the night you entered these woods you looked at the sheriff who, together with a few of his men, was walking from behind some trees with their guns in their hands, ready to fire whoever dared attack them. Suddenly the voice in your head that you hadn't heard in a while and had forgotten about spoke again, telling you that this was your chance to escape. The chance of Buchanan taking out all these armed men was present, but not high. The sheriff knows you and would probably not shoot you. You thought the idea over. If you waited for them to come a little closer Buchanan had less of a chance of grabbing you as he sat furthest away from you. They could help you find your way back to civilization. Back to your loving parents, to your good but stressful job, paying bills that got higher each year, and forced social gatherings. You were pulled from your thoughts by Wanda who hugged your arm tightly as she watched the men with worry and slight fear. She knew that if they were discovered it would probably mean their end. It was at that moment that you made your choice. You squeezed Wanda's hand tightly to reassure her. You weren't gonna leave her. She means too much to you. You love her too much to betray her and her people like this.

Natalie had seen the internal struggle when she looked at you. She could see it from your body language and the look in your eyes when you shifted your gaze from the armed group of outsiders who, from Natalie's perspective, you seemed to know, to Wanda who hugged herself close to your side. She knew you could have made a run for it. You didn't. You had de perfect opportunity and you didn't take it because of her. Wanda. She knew at that moment that you had fallen head over heels for her best friend. Even under the current circumstances, you all were in, a small smile was plastered on Natalie's face.

Luckily for you, the sheriff and his men walked past the bushes you were hiding in and back towards the edge of the woods, far away from the hidden village. When they were out of sight and ear range it felt like all of you could breathe again. Buchanan made sure that the coast was clear before you all got out of the bushes in silence. Wanda hadn't let go of your arm the entire time. You didn't mind.

The four of you decided to walk back home. Natalie and Buchanan are in front with you and Wanda walking close behind. It didn't take long for you to arrive. The gates were opened for you to come in. You thought that Wanda would want to go see her parents after what happened, but instead, she bid her silent goodbyes to Natalie and Buchanan before she made her way to her cabin pulling you with her without saying a word. When the both of you are inside Wanda locks the door so no one can interrupt the both of you. You turn to look at her, wanting to make sure she is okay... "Wanda...I" But before you can say anything else, Wanda steps forward and closes the gap between you. She cups your face in her soft hands as she kisses you with passion. You’re surprised at her action and it takes you a moment to snap out of it. But when you do, you kiss her back with just as much passion.

A whine leaves your mouth as Wanda pulls away from you and takes a step back. The woman in front of you stares at you with desire as she starts undressing. Slowly. It takes everything in you to stay patient and calm and not just rip her clothes off of her body, but you manage. As her dress lowers to the ground you can feel yourself getting aroused at the godly sight of her nude body. Her breasts are perky with hardened rosy nipples calling for your mouth to suck them. Her tighs a canvas for you to place marks on. The forbidden fruit between her legs you can't wait to eat from. While admiring her you start to undress. She watches you with a slightly opened mouth and reddened cheeks. When you're both completely naked she walks backward towards her bed and takes her place on it, not taking her eyes off of you. Her hands move to her breasts to kneed them, something you'd like to do yourself. One of her hands soon moves south. She spreads her legs for you to see her dripping core, where soon two of her fingers disappear in. It's hard for her to not close her eyes at the pleasure, but she wants to watch you. She wants to see the lust in your eyes as you watch her pleasure herself. She wants to see you struggle to prevent yourself from taking action. It turns her on even more. You clench your fists when a loud moan leaves her mouth. When your name escapes her lips you can't stop yourself anymore. You urge towards her and before she can reach her orgasm you pull her fingers out of her, replacing them with your own. Her back arches off the bed as you hit the perfect spot inside her. You take one of her nipples in your mouth and start to suck. Her hand moves to your head to keep you in place. She bucks her hips into your hand, getting close to her orgasm again. A simple plea leaves her mouth, "P-please..." You look up at her. Her mouth hangs slightly ajar as sweat beads cover her head. Her eyes are closed tight shut as she feels herself coming closer and closer to her release as your fingers keep a steady pace. "Look at me, my sweet flower. Look at me while you cum. I want to see how beautiful you look when you do." It isn't easy, but she manages to open them and look you in the eyes. Your beautiful eyes hold love and care in them, but also desire and lust. "Cum for me." You say one more time as you watch the woman beneath you cums undone. You can feel her walls clench around your fingers before her wetness covers them, together with your hand and the sheets underneath her. You help her ride out her high before you carefully retract your fingers to lick them clean. You moan at her delicious taste. She can't help herself from staring at you licking yourself clean from her juices. Before you can start with your hand she sits up and takes a hold of it, bringing it to her own mouth to lick her juices off of it while keeping strong eye contact with you. When you're all clean she brings you into a loving kiss as your tongues battle for dominance, which you eventually get. You push her back onto the bed and start slowly kissing down her body, leaving multiple marks on your way down. You open her legs to make space for you. With her legs placed over your shoulders, you start licking and sucking until she sees stars.

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As the days went by you and Wanda grew closer together. She had taught you about her people's way of living and the language they spoke. Each day you became more like one of them, each day you forgot more about your previous life. Django and Marya could see how happy their daughter was with you. They too started to think of you as one of their own. You earned more freedom as you earned their trust. Your favorite occupation was taking long walks with Wanda through the woods while listening to her endless stories. You'd even admit that sometimes her stories wouldn't reach your ears as her beauty was too distracting for you. You loved everything about her. You loved her so much that you couldn't imagine a life without her anymore. Life before her became meaningless to you. Each night you declared your love over and over again to her. Every morning you would tell her you loved her in her language, which had become yours too.

  Soon it was the day of the full moon. The judgment day. But everyone knew what the outcome would be as you were now almost fully a forest person. You were one of them. It would be official after the ceremonial party that was being thrown that night. Everyone was gathered outside celebrating their new neighbor with self made beverages and food in their hands. As Django held a speech everyone raised their cups to toast on you. While everyone cheered after Django finished, Wanda pulled you away from the crowd to congratulate you in peace and quiet. Wanda pulled you into a loving kiss as she held both your hands in her own. "I love you so much, Y/n. I'm so proud of you for becoming one of us. Now you and I can be together forever." She said before bringing you into another kiss. Your mind was taken hostage by your love for Wanda. "I love you too, my love. With every fiber of my body. Every thought holds you in it." Without further thought you pick Wanda up and take her to your shared cabin. Placing her on the soft bed with care you undress her while kissing every inch of her skin. When she's fully bare you take one of her rosy nipples in your mouth while you pinch and roll the other in between your fingers. You push your muscled thigh in between her parted legs, making her moan at the sudden pressure against her dripping cunt. She rolls her hips to get more friction. "Baby, I-I need you. I need you down there. P-please." Wanda begs beneath you. "If you want my mouth you need to cum on my thigh first. I know you can do it. Be a good girl and cum for me. Ruin my pants." You move your mouth to her other nipple, making her cry beneath you. She fastens her pace, chasing her high. She needs to cum, she wants you in between her legs so bad. She is so close. You tense your muscles for her. "Oh yes, baby!" She moans as she can feel a wave of pleasure flood over her. Her juices cover your thigh as you help her ride out your orgasm. "Good girl. Such a good girl." You whisper in her ear before you make your way down. 

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After another terrific orgasm, you decide to give her a break. You lay beside her and bring her into a tight hug. "You did so good for me, love. I'm so proud." Wanda snuggles further against you with a satisfied smile as she throws her arm over your stomach, not wanting you to move. "Thank you, darling. Thank you for loving me and making me feel so good." The two of you lay there in silence for a few minutes, listening to the people partying outside.

"Marry me"

"What?"

"Marry me" You repeat.

Wanda looks up at you and sees the seriousness and love in your eyes. Last night I talked to your parents about me. You. Us. I love you, Wanda. So much. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but before I ask you if you want the same I asked your parents for permission out of respect. I mean it, Wanda. I've never felt this way. I know we only know each other for about a month, but I've never been so sure about something before. Marry me. Make me the happiest person in the world. I will treat you like the queen you are and make you the happiest woman. I want you to be my wife." You look at her in full expectation. Her eyes start to get watery. For a second you panick and think the worst, until she cups your face and places a gentle kiss on your lips. "Yes, my darling. A 100 times yes. Of course, I want to marry you and become your wife. I want nothing more." You smile at hearing her answer. The both of you stay in bed for another hour before both of you dress and return to your party to share your big news, receiving nothing but positive reactions from your new family and friends. 

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The next few days were all about planning your and Wanda's wedding. Wanda's mother, Marya assigned herself the task of sewing her daughter the perfect wedding dress and you, her daughter's fiance, the perfect suit. Django and his men made it their mission to build an altar in the middle of the village. Buchanan had gotten the task of collecting everything for the wedding ceremony. To do this he had to go to your parent's house. Together with two others, he left the village two days before your big day, promising Natalia a safe return. Natalia spends her days with Wanda, helping her get ready. Wanda felt nervous. She wanted everything to go right. She couldn't wait for her wedding night which she would spend against your hot sweaty body. She felt herself getting aroused by the thoughts of every sinful thing she wanted to do with you. She knew you loved her with all your being, but she also knew something you didn't. The wedding ceremony contained a sacrifice that was to be made by the one who had asked the question of marriage. You. Her worry of you maybe leaving her left as soon as she looked outside to see you playing some made-up game with her little brother. With a smile, she watched on as the two of you competitively battled for the win. It ended up in you giving the win to Pietro, making him smile with joy. Soon she would be your wife and the two of you would be bonded till death parted you. She wasn't gonna let you ever leave her. She loved you too much to let that happen. You loved her too much to do that anyway.

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It was the night of your and Wanda's wedding. You were standing in your earth-colored suit at the altar waiting for your almost wife to walk down the aisle, together with the rest of the forest people. The open field where the wedding was taking place was beautifully decorated with decorations from nature and various small bonfires. The clear night sky was lit up by thousands of stars. It was the perfect night. You made eye contact with Marya, who gave you an approving nod. Behind you stood Buchanan, who became your best friend in the past weeks. On the other side of the altar stood Natalie, who looked at you with a pleased smile. Her best friend was getting married to her husband's new best friend. Life was good. The four of you could go on double dates. She already had so many fun activities in her head you could do together. As you looked around to look at all the people attending your special day, something nagged at you. Something was missing but you couldn't put your finger on it. Before you could think further of it, you spotted Wanda. Wanda who wore a stunning dress matching your suit, was being walked to the altar by her father. Tears threatened to leave your eyes at the sight. A true goddess she was. Soon Wanda stood before you. Her father gave her hand to you. The both of you looked at each other with love until the person who was gonna bond you two spoke up, drawing all attention to them.

When he was done Django spoke up. "Tonight is special to me. My eldest child and only daughter is marrying her forever love, Y/n. A person who comes from the horrid we call the outside world who found their way to us after being abandoned by those whom they once saw as their people. A person we welcomed into our home who eventually made it theirs too. They proved themselves to us and became one of us, something we celebrated in harmony as a community. Tonight I want to welcome them into my family." He said with a cheerful expression, but that soon changed into a serious one. "But before that can happen, Y/n has to perform our traditional wedding ritual to prove their undying love and loyalty towards their future wife, Wanda." You felt Wanda's grip on your hands tighten at his words. Django turned to you, "Will you y/n, accept doing the ritual to prove your undying love and loyalty towards Wanda?" You look at Wanda who nods at you, then back at him. "I will." You say with determination in your voice. Django calls for two of his men to go grab something from the cabin you remember vaguely being held in the first nights of your stay here. They return with two other people who have jute bags covering their heads and rope bound around their wrists. The two unknown people are pushed onto their knees in front of you. You can hear Wanda whisper in your ear as you look down at the strangers, "You will do this for me because you love me. Remember that, baby. Remember how much you love me and how much I love you. After you do this, we can be together forever." She pecks your cheek before she lets go of your hands. In replacement, you feel the handle of a hunting knife being placed in your hand. "Think of me when you finish them. Think of how good I will make you feel after this is over. You've seen what a good girl I can be, but imagine me being your bad girl..." With one last kiss, she nudges you closer toward the kneeled people. Django grabs both jute bags and pulls them off of the people's heads. Seated in front of you, covered in dirt, blood, and bruised were your parents. As they looked up at you you could see some relief, but a lot of fear. As you looked at them all sounds around you faded away. You could see their mouths move as they seemingly pleaded for their lives, but no sound reached your ears. Everyone else looked at you in expectation, waiting for you to immortalize your wedding in blood. Before you can think about all of this too much, you feel Wanda's soft hands on your shoulders. You remember why you needed to do this. You needed to do this for her. For your love. Your happy ending. So without further thought and doubt, you step forward, closing the gap between you and your begging parents and in one swift motion slash both their throats. Blood splatters all over you as it leaves their body. It doesn't take long for two lifeless bodies to drop onto the ground. Everybody starts to cheer you on and celebrate the official making of your and Wanda's wedding. You turn around to face Wanda who smiles at you with love. She lunges forward and kisses you with might, getting blood all over her dress. As the ceremony finishes you take Wanda to your cabin for your wedding night. Seeing you sacrifice your parents for her made Wanda go feral. The door is barely closed when Wanda rips your suit off of your body en pushes you onto the bed. She jumps on top of you and starts to place kisses on your skin, leaving hickeys everywhere. She rips a piece off of her dress and ties your hands to the headboard with it. You can only look at her with pure hunger as she devours you. Teasingly she riddens herself off of her dress, throwing it on the floor. She straddles your thigh as she kneads her breasts, pinching her nipples. while humping your thigh one of her hands moves between your legs. You moan loudly as she slowly pleasures you, building up to your first orgasm. No words are being spoken, only grunts and moans are leaving both your mouths. You can feel her wetness drip down your leg and it makes you reach your orgasm faster. Some crazy boost of strength enters your body as you free yourself with a strong tug from your restraints. Before she can register what you've done you flip her over, onto her stomach, spanking her a few times as she has been a bad girl. Her eyes roll back at the burning feeling of your hand hitting her ass, probably leaving a handprint. You take hold of her hair, making a makeshift ponytail to pull on. You align yourself with her dripping cunt en slowly thrust inside. A deep moan leaves Wanda's mouth at each inch you move further inside her until you're fully inside her. Not giving her a lot of time to adjust you start pounding into her like a wild animal. Wanda's face is being pushed into the pillow beneath her as she drools from pleasure. You don't care about the noises you make. Everyone is allowed to hear how good you fuck Wanda. Your wife. Wanda murmurs something inaudible, but you know what she wants, and you're gonna give it to her. You're gonna give her as much as she wants. "Cum, my queen. Make a mess. Show me how good I make you feel." You pull her up against your chest and move one hand towards her clit. Everything becomes too much for her and soon her dam breaks. Her juices spill from her pleasured pussy. You help her ride out her second orgasm. You pull out and lay onto your back on the bed, helping Wanda straddle your lap again. "I want you to ride me, my queen. Fuck yourself on me." Due to her sensitivity, she slowly sinks down. She places her hands on your chest as she rides you, leaving scratches all over your skin. Her breasts bounce with each roll of her hips and you love it. Your mouth drools at the sight of them. Wanda's eyes close as she feels another orgasm approach. She sits up and moves her hands to play with her breasts again as you place your hands on her hips, guiding her. "Go on, baby. Cum." You sweetly order her. Watching her orgasm is beautiful. The sound she makes while doing it is like music to your ears. Tiredly she drops on top of you. You stroke her hair while she calms down. "Tired baby? Do you need a break?" You ask her. A slightly dark laugh leaves her mouth as she sits back up and wraps one of her hands around your throat, slightly choking you. "Break? Oh, baby. I'm not tired yet and I'm far from done with you. We're just getting started. You're mine now as I am yours and I will keep reminding you of that till death do us part. Now open your mouth and eat my pussy..." 

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Nonsense.

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader.

A/N: This was slightly inspired by Sabrina Carpenter’s song “Nonsense.” I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! Also comments, reblogs, shares and likes are super appreciated, thank you! :)

Word count: 1,584.

Masterlist.

It was Friday night and Wanda was at the bar waiting for her date to arrive as she dismissed many suitors left and right.

Politely declining their advances since she really wasn’t interested, preferring to wait for her date than entertain the strangers that came up to her.

But that all changed when she noticed it had been half an hour and the person she was to meet with was nowhere in sight and a woman from across the room caught her attention.

Even in the dimly lit bar Wanda could make out the mischief twinkling behind your eyes, a dimpled smile making an appearance from time to time as you looked her way, giving her a final teasing smirk that intrigued Wanda before you approached.

“Hey, is this seat taken?” You ask as you point to the empty space beside Wanda.

“No, the seat's all yours,” the redhead says as you sit beside her.

“So, what’s a beautiful woman like you doing all alone in a place like this,” you ask as you flag the bartender down.

“Would you believe me if I said I was stood up?” Wanda says, taking a small sip from her drink.

“No way,” you gape, smiling towards the bartender when they place your drink down in front of you.

“Yeah, they were supposed to be here half an hour ago, guess they’re just not interested,” she shrugs.

“Well, honestly, it’s their loss, because they are truly stupid for standing you up. But, also please remind me to thank them for giving me the opportunity to speak to a woman of your caliber,” you say with a silly smile on your face.

“Charmer,” Wanda chuckles, cheeks lightly flushing.

“I try,” you say shrugging, eliciting a small laugh from the woman, “do you mind if I keep you company?” You ask.

“I absolutely do not mind,” Wanda says and you smile.

“So what’s your name?” You question, as you take a swig of your drink.

“Wanda. Wanda Maximoff,” the redhead says, extending her hand for you to shake.

“Pleasure to meet you Wanda, I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N,” you say, shaking her hand in return.

Talking with Wanda feels natural, as if you’ve known each other all of your lives and you can’t help but want to see where this takes you.

“Forgive me for being forward but I would like to take you out on a date,” you say and Wanda smiles.

“Well since we’re here now and already getting acquainted why don’t we make this our first date,” the redhead suggests and you nod.

As you and Wanda continue conversing about your lives, you can’t help but get lost in her insanely beautiful green eyes as she retells a story about her week.

“Wanda,” you begin softly, stopping her mid sentence, “I don’t mean to interrupt but, I just can’t help but be captivated by your gorgeous eyes,” you say and the redhead blushes.

“Thank you,” she says, a shy smile present on her face.

“Would it be okay if I take you home to make them roll,” you say lowly, a smirk on your lips that takes Wanda’s breath away.

“Yes,” she says, “but what do you say we get out of here and go back to my place instead?” Wanda asks slightly breathless, as she feels a heat grow on her body. Your words greatly affecting her.

“I would but, unfortunately I got an Uber here, I don’t have my car,” you say, rubbing your neck awkwardly.

“I don’t normally do this,” Wanda begins, lip caught between her teeth in contemplation, “but I’ll give you a ride,” she breathes.

“Lead the way, beautiful,” you say as Wanda grabs your hand to drag you out of the bar and to her car.

Making her way home Wanda feels her body set ablaze as your hand rests on her thigh. The small caresses you give her making the minutes feel like hours as she can’t wait to get you into bed.

Pulling into her driveway Wanda turns the car off immediately before walking out with you in tow.

Walking the small path to her front door you can’t resist any longer so you pull her into you.

“My god, do you have any idea of how beautiful you are,” you say softly, as one hand caresses her face, the other tightly holding onto her hip.

Blushing Wanda casts her eyes downwards, “you’re full of compliments aren’t you?” She says, a shy smile on her lips as she shakes her head.

“I only speak the truth amor, and if you let me, I can show you just how beautiful you truly are,” you whisper, as you pull the woman in a little closer. The redhead nodding as her arms go around your neck, “can I kiss you?” You ask breathlessly.

“I’ve been waiting all night for you to ask,” Wanda breathes before pressing her lips to yours in a bruising kiss.

Standing on the porch you suddenly grab one of the redhead’s legs and wrap it around your waist, your hand making its way to her backside as you squeeze her ass tightly.

“You’re truly a goddess, my love,” you breathe, “isn’t this the best idea I’ve had in a while?” You say as your lips begin to make their way to Wanda’s jaw.

“Yes baby, yes. You were absolutely so right. Pretending to be strangers and then coming home together afterwards was such a hot idea,” your wife says, panting slightly as you kiss her neck.

“I told you baby, I may be an idiot most of the time, but I have my moments,” you say, causing Wanda to chuckle before you kiss her sweet spot, making her let out a moan and roll her hips into yours.

“Patience Max,” you say, amusement in your tone as you press your wife against the wall roughly causing a louder moan to escape her lips, “we have all night baby and I plan on taking my time,” you say against her lips before pressing her harder into the wall, swallowing her moans as you kiss her.

As you continue making out with your wife a sudden voice makes you both stop.

“Oh. Ohhh! Oh my god, I so did not need to see my godmothers making out! Ah, my eyes,” Pietro’s daughter Luna yells as she covers her eyes causing you and your wife to pull apart.

“Luna, what are you doing here? I thought you and the twins were out at a party?” Wanda asks, as you let go of her leg that was around your waist, her cheeks blazing red in embarrassment at having been caught nearly making love out on her front porch like a horny teenager.

“The cops raided it, so we came home early. But never mind that!” She says, waving her hands around in distress. “What are you two doing out here? Were you guys going to have sex on the porch?!” The teen asks loudly, causing both of your twins, Billy and Tommy, to come out of your home, looking around at the 3 of you in confusion.

“Mom, Mami, what are you doing back home so early?” Billy asks.

“They were about to have sex on the porch,” your goddaughter provides loudly, properly scandalized.

“No, no we weren’t,” you shake your head laughing nervously, “and uh, how about we don’t broadcast that out to the whole neighborhood, huh?” You say smiling sheepishly.

“Oh please, it’s not like we don’t know when you get it on, honey, your wife is not necessarily quiet,” your neighbor Agatha screams from across the street and your jaw goes slack.

“Agatha, what- oh my god,” Wanda exclaims, cheeks blazing red as her hands come to cover her face.

“It’s true dear, you’re a screamer, but that’s okay, because at least we know that someone around here is getting pleasured,” your neighbor shrugs, as you stand there your look of shock being replaced by a proud smirk.

“I don’t know why you’re standing there looking so smug,” your wife says, as she sends a menacing glare your way, “because we are so not having sex anymore,” she exclaims, as she storms into your home.

“Wait, what?” You ask stunned, your smirk immediately wiped off your face, “oh Max, come on, don’t be like that, she’s joking,” you yell into your house, “wow, thanks a lot Agatha,” you say with a pouty frown as you follow after your wife.

“Sorry dear!” Your neighbor exclaims, “anyway, you three should get going, it's late, goodnight kids,” the older woman says before she disappears into her home.

“I learned so much about your mother’s today that I definitely did not want to know about,” Luna says with a shudder.

“Yeah, us too,” Billy supplies, shuddering as well at the new information he just heard.

“I’m going to be scarred for life,” Tommy says as he stares into the distance. “Like seriously, I’m going to need a lot of therapy. Mom and mami just- eww,” he says grimacing before giving his whole body a shake.

“Come on, I suggest we get out of here. What if they change their minds? I do not want to hear what goes down if they do, I say we go to aunt Nat’s,” the girl says and the boys nod. Tommy sprinting inside his home to grab his car keys quickly before the teens make their way to his car and drive away.

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Friends, readers, mutuals, I bid thee welcome. (Also if you’re new here, hi!) I am so excited to share my kinktober work with you all, and I hope you’ll take the time out to enjoy the spread I’ve laid out for you! I will be publishing two fics per week for the month of October, all with different kinky themes! Without further ado, here is the masterlist, links will be added as fics are posted! Please be mindful of the warnings, and enjoy!

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1. 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 - (Teratophilia) Orc!Bucky x Sacrifice!Reader

You draw the devil’s coin in the village lottery, you will buy another season of peace for your people—but you don’t want peace. 

2. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 - (Body Horror) Eldritch!Ransom x Human!Reader

The evil that waits at the heart of Drysdale manor defies explanation—and comprehension.

3. 𝐹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 - (Sensory Deprivation) Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Breaking in his spirited new wife is going to require some rather unconventional methods.

4. 𝐼𝓃 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 - (Overstimulation) Cult Leader!Steve Rogers x Reader

Sharing your body is a small price to pay for enlightenment—at least, Father Rogers thinks.

5. 𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇-𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝑒 - (Temperature Play) Ghost!Pietro Maximoff x Reader

As you grieve his loss, your lover returns for one final farewell.

6. 𝒟𝓇. 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝓁-𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 - (Bondage) Steve Abnesti x Reader

You can’t forget him, your lover, your friend, your captor. And you’re going to make sure he can’t forget you either.

7. 𝑅𝑒𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹 - (Mind Break) Doctor!Curtis Everett x Patient!Reader

After months of grueling, dedicated work, your doctor finally makes a breakthrough.

8. 𝒯𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎, 𝑀𝒶𝒹𝓁𝓎, 𝒟𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓁𝓎 - (Housewife Kink) Thor Odinson x Reader

After losing your job, your new boyfriend insists on you moving in with him to save money.

9. 𝐵𝑒 𝐹𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 ✨Mystery bonus story! This story will be revealed after all the others have been posted. Keep your eyes peeled! ❤️✨

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