Hide And Seek

Hide and Seek

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Heavy breaths left your lips as your lungs began to burn, begging you to stop running. But doing so will surely get you caught.

The city around you is completely destroyed, but you spot what once was a cafe shop in the distance.

Ignoring the strain on your muscles, you push yourself harder and sprint towards your hiding spot.

“Fuck.” A gasp leaves your lips as you can finally take a moment to calm your racing heart.

Why is she doing this to you?

The doorbell above the door rings, making your blood run cold.

“My love? Please stop running.” The woman covered in blood pleads as she looks around the shop.

You freeze behind the counter, praying to any higher power that she doesn’t find you.

“I know you’re in here Y/n. There’s no point in hiding.”

Counting to 10 in your head, you slowly stand up knowing she’s right.

You cant run from her.

You’ve tried and tried. Each time failing.

“W-who are you?” You shakily ask her, still freaked out by her glowing hands and clothes drenched in blood.

“My name is Wanda and i’m your wife.” She smiled at you with love in her eyes.

“I don’t have a wife.” You told her.

She laughed. “Maybe not in this universe, but in mine you are.” Wanda took a step closer to you while you took a step back.

“Just stop running and come with me Y/n. We can look for the kids together.”

“Kids?” You gasped out in shock.

“Billy and Tommy. Our kids.” Wanda grinned at the thought of being so close to reuniting her family.

“Wanda, stop this madness. I’m not from your world, I don’t have a wife, and I don’t have kids.” You begged her, still hoping this is all a nightmare.

Suddenly her smile dropped and her eyes began glowing. Her head tilted to the side as she stared you down.

“You’re mine. I belong to you and you belong to me. What don’t you understand.” An accent began slipping out while she talked and trapped you between the wall.

Her darkened fingers made their way around your neck as red wisp controlled your hands and placed them on around her waist.

You gulped as the fear was slowly leaving your body and being replaced with happiness.

There was a gentle glow around your head as she secretly removed all the bad memories and replaced them with happy ones. Ones where she and the boys existed. Memories of a life that was but at the same time wasn’t yours.

You opened you eyes and greeted your wife with a kiss.

“My love.” You smiled at her and hugged her tighter.

Wanda’s eyes stopped glowing and were now filled with tears.

She finally had her wife back.

concrete king. (m) jjk

part two here.

pairing. skaterboy!jk x reader genre. fluff, smut, himbo energy word count. 16.7k ….don’t look at me warnings. sweet summer romance, blonde!jk, brief depictions of drugs (marijuana usage), alcohol, lots of making out, messy car sex, fingering, spit kink !! (duh), light tit play, playful dirty talk, protected sex, overall cute, jungkook is a big fking dork and a softie! summary. when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor theres no way you could ever say no to him note. thank you to @cutechim @jungkxook for indulging my thirsty rambles as well as @coepiteamare for beta reading this for me like an absolute angel ❣️ ily babes !! ps. @jjkxla​ come get ur mans ! (i also made a bby playlist for the fic here !)

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The California sun beats high from it’s spot in the sky, zero clouds coming between the harsh rays that bounce off the concrete and warm up Jungkook’s body in an almost uncomfortable way. He can feel the sweat accumulating on the back of his neck, leaving the blonde strands damp with moisture, ends curling up as he ruffles his hands through them. 

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pairing: min yoonji x reader / word count: 9.7k / genre: f x f smut, assassin!au

summary: a fic inspired by this post and that’s pretty much it-

warnings: sexually explicit content (NSFW), talk about death/assassination (nothing graphic dw! but they are assassins, so), mild violence, unnecessarily sexually charged lipstick application, face riding, fingering, multiple orgasms, oral (f giving/receiving), use of restraints, overstimulation, squirting, kind of dom!yoonji?

a/n: this is an entirely self-indulgent fic I wrote as a gift to myself for my bday, it’s a lil rushed bc I wanted it done for today! women are so very beautiful and I am so very weak, thank you ladies for all being so amazing ily. this was meant to be a short pwp and now it’s almost 10k but I have no regrets bye

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la petite mort French literal meaning: ‘the little death’; also an expression used to refer to the brief loss or weakening of consciousness, specifically the sensation of orgasm as likened to death; an orgasm.

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—𝓸𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷: 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓽 ;

_____ is the newest – and youngest – addition to the Avengers team. Rich, important parents, incredibly smart. Trained in gymnastics, martial arts, acrobatics and more. Got a face that she knows will get her anything she wants; the long lashes, the doe eyes and lips that she just has to pout to get her way. She’s a brat – and everyone knows that Steve thinks so because he’s constantly reprimanding her as if she’s the toddler she throws tantrums like.

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♕ = smut 

part 1: brat

part 2: and again

part 3: hot girl summer ♕ 

part 4: dreams do come true (in new orleans)

part 5: a degree of fancy

part 6: thicker than water

part 7: silver lining

part 8: night changes  ♕

DRABBLES

lesson 1 ♕

pass the salt

eat the rich ♕

midnight snack ♕

bubblegum b**** ♕

sober thoughts

the witching hour ♕

the boss

the relapse

the stealth suit 

sex pollen ♕

reverse sex pollen ♕

period pains

honorary stark

“Would you go back?”

an attempt was made

one of his french girls

“let’s get married.”

the one about the piercing

the one about the dollar-bill knife

the dress

joining forces with scott lang

pre-serum steve

“please talk to me.”

meet the exes

pushing your luck

accidental mind-reading

the one where steve shaves his beard

recklessness

not taking no for an answer

midnight ride

spotify playlist

headcanons/ asks/ photosets/ miscellaneous

deal

what do you do when your teenage brother’s cancer is too far gone? well, you summon a cocky crossroad demon to make a deal; your life for taehyung’s.

pairing: demon!jk x reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut.

word count: uhm, …19.5k

warnings: some parts are very sad, reader is prepared for her life to end and her brother has terminal cancer :/ it’s not really described in-depth since i’m not a doctor and it’s a sensitive topic. she also has the beginning of a panic attack. penetrative sex, switch/very soft dom/slightly sub jk lmao, his dick is…ribbed. also blood, mentions of killing, branding skin, wounds by arrow…

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author’s note: inspired by the crossroad demons of supernatural who seal their deals with a kiss and then collect the humans’ souls. also this is pure shit so im sorry :( tumblr literally did NOT want this fic up because it gave me H E L L trying to upload so if things shit then it is what it is im having an aneurism

It’s empty. Not a single soul present, except for you. You should’ve picked a different location, surely crossroads are abundant. But this one was desolate, no one around to witness the massive fool you’re about to make of yourself. Maybe it’s also due to the fact that it’s in the middle of the night. Probably.

Your trusty old car waits a couple of meters behind, lazily pulled over on the side of the thin, dirt road and with the headlights on to guide you. There are a few sparsely placed streetlights, but none that’s emitting actual light. You’ve retrieved the plastic bag containing the three components needed, and it swings heavily from your hand. You won’t deny that you’re nervous.

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Stressed and  Well-Dressed

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You bought a dress and Bucky really likes it, so he has to do something about it, naturally.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Spice was last week, this is full on smut and not much plot. Just a reminder: condoms don’t belong in wallets! Let’s simply imagine the heat won’t wear them down, in this universe.

A/N: Right, so. This all came about last night at like 7PM while I was getting ready for class and saw a dress I have never worn but have always wanted to. This is half-self-indulgent, half-needed because I haven’t written for Bucky in so long and am now getting back to the groove of his character. Let’s hope I did him justice. This is also my entry for @barnesrogersvstheworld ‘s 3k Challenge! Thank you for letting me join, baby. You deserve them all and more💕 Thank you to @evanstar and @kentuckybarnes for checking this over for me. I thoroughly enjoyed your comments and how you yelled at me!!! Please let me know what you think of this, guys, and enjoy! :) x

Prompt: “Why don’t you shut up?” / “Why don’t you make me?”

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It’s two hours and five stores deep into the shopping spree Bucky regrets coming along to when he realizes you’ve finally picked out a dress.

He can’t recall the moment when you took it off the rack, what with all the going into stores and coming out of stores empty-handed just because the store smells weird or that’s way too expensive or I’ll just hide it with other items and come back for it later.

Which, listen— Bucky gets it.

All the shopping he does is through the internet — it really is a wonderful thing — and he doesn’t stray far from his basic t-shirts, sweatpants and jeans. Maybe he’ll get a few button-down shirts here and there, but it’s never anything with crazy patterns or bright colors that he has to look at in person to see if he likes the thing. Bucky knows his sizes, his fit and his budget, and he doesn’t even have to talk to sales clerks.

(Really, the future is great!)

Just because it’s easy for him to shop doesn’t mean it’ll be easy for someone else, though. He knows Wanda likes to take her time to choose things she can wear with anything because what’s the point of buying a shirt I can only use with one pair of pants, Barnes? She can spend an entire day shopping and not get tired, which is why she usually does it by herself.

Today, though, you just happened to be closeby when she mentioned where she was going and decided to join her. Bucky only came along because you and Wanda leaving together would leave him alone with Sam, and Bucky’s shit-for-brains quota filled up pretty quickly this week.

So now here he is, arms void of any shopping bags and a rapidly-dying phone battery, eyes glued to the dress in your hands.

He can’t really make out the shape of the thing, but he can tell it’s short and will show way more of your skin than he’s comfortable looking at while out in public without doing something about it. It’s navy blue with some white dots on it, which on closer inspection, Bucky sees are tiny flowers, and some buttons going down the front (or is that the back? Fashion is weird). Bucky’s now curious to see how it’ll look once the dress is on your body.

It’ll probably hug your every curve just right, the gaps between the buttons showing just a tiny sliver of your torso. He could spend hours marking you up – on your neck, your collarbones, across your shoulder blades. Mostly out of habit, maybe out of some warped desire to let everyone know you have him to come home to every day, that you’re his as much as he is yours.

Admittedly, Bucky doesn’t need to be thinking this in a store full of people while wearing sweatpants out of all things. He can live without the embarrassment.

“Tell me again why this is the sixth store we’ve gone in and neither of you have bought anything?” Bucky asks. You’ve been wandering the store for half an hour already and the only thing in yours or Wanda’s hands is the goddamn dress.

Bucky notices Wanda’s lips curl up at the corners from where she stands, looking at some white jeans she’ll probably never buy. Bucky spends a lot of time looking at people. Wanda doesn’t own one piece of clothing that isn’t some shade of dark or extra dark

“Because shopping takes time, Buck,” you hum, eyes piercing and so, so pretty. “Also, we’ve noticed you pouting for the last hour, so we’re dragging this out as much as we can.”

Bucky loves you, he really does. Maybe because of how vindictive and petty you can be over the smallest things, like how you hid Clint’s favorite coffee-making thing (a French press, if Bucky remembers correctly) after he ate all your English muffins in one sitting. Or that one time you decorated Sam’s wings with Post-It notes because he drank the last beer in the fridge.

(Bucky may or may not have helped in both of these instances.)

It’s twenty more minutes of walking around the store and taking nothing off the rack, before you and Wanda decide she won’t find anything there. Apparently, everything is too flowery and bright for her.

(Bucky called it. Obviously.)

“I really like this,” you motion to the dress in your hands. The dress Bucky is still trying to not think about too much. “But I can come get it another time if you still want to go somewhere else?”

“No, it’s alright,” Wanda shakes her head. “Go try it on and we can go. I’m tired of walking around all day.”

“Now you know how I feel,” Bucky mutters, looking at some jackets next to him in an unnatural yellow color, with a slice of pizza embroidered in the back. Who the hell buys this stuff?

“That’s enough lip outta’ you, mister,” you nudge him, then trail your free hand down his flesh arm until your fingers intertwine. You look into his eyes then, lips stretched around a smile Bucky just wants to kiss off. “Come tell me if this looks pretty on me.”

“Everything looks pretty on you,” he replies automatically and Bucky distinctly makes out Wanda fake-gagging in the background. He doesn’t care. He likes being sappy.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Barnes,” you say, eyes narrowed.

“It’s gotten me a few places,” Bucky hums, because it’s true. He’s great at flattery. It’s one of his greatest talents. “More than once, may I add.”

“You may not,” you gasp, scandalized, ripping your hand from his grasp and walking away from him. A few steps away you turn back to wink at him.

Bucky laughs all the way to the dressing room.

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It’s been three weeks and you still haven’t worn the dress.

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