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wandasaura · 2 days ago

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ALL BORN SUPERSTARS

summary — you don’t always have the luxury of choosing who you love in life, and your boys are leaning that through your prime example

warning(s)— established relationships, slight au themes, lesbians, dom-ish!wanda maximoff, discussions of homophobia, premature coming out, parenting moments, domestic fluff, typical third-grade boy behavior, kitchen sex, fingering, praise kink, sweet talk, pet names, nipple stimulation, orgasms, finger sucking, pride flags, school holiday cards, inner child healing moments, family dynamics, billy and tommy maximoff, men/minors dni

authors note— oh mom wanda, you have my entire heart. pride fic pride fic pride fic. enjoy !

“Billy! The bus is not going to wait for you again!” Your voice carries up the stairs of your two-story house that had once felt so lavish and grand beneath your fingertips, but with two growing boys slowly taking up more and more space that you don’t seem to have, the interior is beginning to feel suffocating even on the days where Wanda managed to keep the living room intact until after school.

Tommy swings his feet at the island, taking another bite of the waffle Wanda had lathered in with nutella as he listens to your call for his twin who hasn’t marched down the stairs yet despite you going in to wake them up an hour ago. You’d heard him get out of bed and pad across the hallway with his typical excitement and restless energy, you’d even heard the shower start without having to remind him that he’d opted out of one last night, but he’d never come back downstairs, and it never sounded like he padded back to his room either.

“What’s he doing up there?” Wanda asks Tommy, laughing softly beneath her breath as she watches you shake your head in exasperation, calling Billy’s name again with no answer.

Tommy shrugs his shoulders, ripping off another hunk of waffle with his teeth. Wanda had placed a fork and a knife right beside him, but he’d yet to pick either up, his fingers coated in this hazelnut spread and crumbs. “I dunno. He brought Mama’s nail polish in there with him.”

“Why did he need my nail polish?” Your eyebrows furrow, drawing inward as you catch your title falling off of Tommy’s lips, his mouth still full of waffles and making it challenging to piece together the broken English he mutters haphazardly.

“I dunno.” Tommy shrugs, rolling his eyes as he reaches for the glass of milk that you’d poured on request. It was always a gamble of whether they were going to want orange juice or milk, and if they both happened to want different things, it was the question of who wanted what. Very rarely could they do anything the same way to make yours and Wanda’s lives easier, and very rarely could they keep their individual interests separate from each other without eventually adopting the others preference. Tommy had once been your orange juice loving boy, always begging to make it himself with the ones he picks from Agatha’s tree, but in the last three weeks he’s consumed more milk than you can afford in this economy. Billy’s been your one on an orange juice kick, downing at least two glasses in the morning before he climbs on the bus. ”It’s pride today, right?” He perks up, suddenly remembering the date as his eyes glance at the calendar Wanda keeps on the back door.

You have a soccer game on Saturday and two baseball games on Sunday, and your following week is littered with practices for both sports and their yearly orthodontist appointment, but his eyes find something smaller, a little pink heart on the left hand side of the 28th both, a day the symbolizes the official start of yours and Wanda’s relationship ten years ago.

“Well, it’s pride for the whole month. It just starts today.” You mused, remembering the list of June’s activities that had been sent home with the boys last week. Rainbows had been splashed across the news letter, a bit on the nose, but it comforted you to know your boys were being raised in an inclusive environment when they weren’t just with you.

”Is Agatha going to have that big float at the parade again?” Tommy asks, recalling last years pride parade that ended with Agatha Vidal standing in the center of her own twelve-foot float. It was extravagant, out of budget, and entirely reflective of her own personal interests rather than the communities, but Tommy and Billy had both been talking about it nonstop since.

A burp bubbled up from his belly, and both you and Wanda sent him deadpanned stares, wondering how he’d adopted such boyish qualities being raised in a house with two lesbians. He laughed brightly, only shoveling another bite of waffle into his mouth instead of excusing himself like he knew you and Wanda wanted.

You didn’t have time to dwell on Tommy’s mannerisms because Billy came padding down the stairs finally, his hair wet and hanging over his eyes, his outfit no different than what he normally wears on a daily basis. You can’t figure out what had kept him up there for so long until you notice the splotches of multi-colored paint of his fingernails, each one a different shade taken directly from the rainbow.

“I’m bisexual.” He smiled proudly up at you, and Wanda froze behind the island, her eyes wide as she looked at him with shock making up her expression. Your open jaw slackened before you regain your composure, nodding slowly as you took in the serious gleam in Billy’s eyes.

“Do you know what that means?” You ask him simply, n leaning against the island as you smack Tommy’s thigh, warning him to get back to eating instead of staring at his brother like he’s an alien on earth.

“Yeah. It means I like boys and girls. Rio told me that.” He rolled his eyes like that was the obvious answer, and you licked your lips as it washed over you. Have kids, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. Nobody warned you about elementary schoolers coming out at seven in the morning before you had them though.

“I— Okay.” You nodded, because you knew for sure and well that his definition of ‘like’ meant that he’d be willing to play Fortnite with them if Wanda permitted the extra screen time. “And why did Rio tell you that?”

”Because he was listening to her conversation with Agatha yesterday!” Tommy blurted and Billy whined, throwing a death glare at his brother who shamelessly ratted him out. “Agatha was telling Rio that she’s bisexual because they were trying to pick shirts for the parade. Can we get shirts?”

“I…” You glanced back at Wanda, entirely speechless that you were having this conversation so early in the morning or at all. “Yes, we can have matching shirts this year. Billy, being bisexual means more than just wanting to be friends with boys and girls.”

“Oh.” Billy frowned, and Wanda laughed softly, shaking her head as she plated up another waffle spread with a layer of nutella, but Billy’s had peanut butter lathered on top too. “Okay.” He shrugged, and while it bothered you that he hadn’t even given you a chance to explain any further, you weren’t complaining about evading this conversation for another couple of years.

“Are you sure you want to go to school with your nails painted?” Wanda asked him softly when she lured him over to the table, setting a glass of orange juice down on the counter without asking if that’s even what he wanted. You’d run out of time for personal and preferences ten minutes ago.

“Yeah. It’s pride.” Billy nodded simply, taking the waffle between his fingers and biting into it the same messy way that Tommy did, ignoring the silverware that Wanda inevitably wasted time setting out.

She’s still in her pajamas, still sporting only the thin pink shorts and white t-shirt she’d been wearing last night. Her nipples harden though the thin fabric, a detail so minuscule you don’t even think she recognizes it as she moves through the kitchen, zipping lunch boxes, folding homework, getting water bottles in order, all while balancing a conversation with your nine-year-old who doesn’t look at all interested.

“I know it's pride, honey, but Mama can’t pick you up from school early today. So, if somebody says something mean about your nail polish, you’re going to have to deal with it.” It sounds harsh, and it hurts your heart to hear it, but neither one of you are prepared to send Billy into a battlefield blind even if Westviews the most accepting town you’d resided in. There are still horrors out on the street that hate the very existence of your boys just because they have two Moms. You’re not ready to hand them over to that evil yet. To let them find out fully how hated you are just because you were lucky enough to find genuine love in Wanda’s company.

“Why would they say something mean?” Tommy butts in, his eyes furrowed together in confusion you wish you had longer to protect fully.

“Well, people are mean about all kinds of things sometimes. Some point think only girls can paint their nails, and some people think only boys can wear blue or play fortnite. Not everything is going to think it’s cool that Billy painted his nails.”

“I don’t care.” Billy shrugged, ripping off another mouthful of waffle that he immediately chased with a gulp of orange juice. At nine-years-old, neither of the boys have learned how to eat breakfast at a normal enough pace to avoid backwash in their drinks, and nine years into parenting later it still unsettles you just as much as it did in the first year of their lives.

“I’ll protect him if anyone says anything mean! Aunt Yelena taught me how to make a really good fist!” Tommy bubbles, recalling the last time Yelena and Natasha had made a trip out from Manhattan to come and see the boys on Halloween.

“You don’t punch anyone unless they punch you first.” Wanda warns, and you laugh at her acceptance of violence if it’s warranted. You didn’t have to wonder how she’d gotten to be so hard hearted at times, you knew the sob story of her life and the blood that stains her hands even if none of the deaths that haunt her were her fault, but it still amazes you how somebody so gentle and soft can be an absolute reckoning.

“Oh! The bus is here!” Billy gasps when he hears the ties screech outside, jumping off of the stool after he shoved the last bit of waffle into his mouth. He didn’t even glance down at his nails in a moment of hesitation before he grabbed his prepped backpack off the table and booked it around to counter to hug Wanda’s waist and then yours.

Tommy was next, following Billy out of the house with an enthusiastic, “Bye Mommy! Bye Mama!’

The second they were gone, the front door closed, the bus pulling away and out of sight once the doors were closed and both boys were sitting down in a seat, you inched toward Wanda, wrapping your arms around her waist and squeezing tight as you sank into her.

“I hope he has a good day.” You voice your worry into the pit of her neck, your words vibrating her skin that’s still flush and warm from the hours of uninterrupted sleep she’d gotten beneath your head and body weight.

“We can’t shield them forever, detka.” Wanda reminds you painfully, her eyes filled with delicate conflation that fills your heart with the same emotional pause. These are your babies, your precious boys. It pains you to know that just loving them paints a target on their backs. A million steps forward in society and still not enough to recognize you and Wanda as equals anywhere you stepped.

“They’re still so little.” You whisper, wondering where your babies had gone, even though they were still just little boys in this big world. They still slept in beds with race car sheets, they still requested bedtime stories and new light bulbs in their respective nightlights. They were still yours to protect, not feed to the wolves and the cold blooded haters in the world on a silver platter. “I can call off my meeting. Get some chores done around here, make sure he doesn’t need someone to pick him up.”

“You’re not rescheduling again. The first time was because Tommy had the flu, and then Billy had pink eye, and then they both had bronchitis. This meeting will never get finished if you keep pushing it off. And if he really needs us, I can move my session with Mrs. Hart to tomorrow. Okay?” Wanda asked, but when you didn’t answer, your thoughts stuck on Billy getting cornered by someone bigger than him, Wanda grabbed at your chin, guiding your attention back to her. “Okay?”

“Okay.” You whispered, getting lost in her endless green eyes. She smiled wickedly, her pink lips curving upwards into a cunning grin as she analyzed your features that were slowly turning dark with lust as she pulled your thoughts away from the kids and onto her and only her.

“You’ve been undressing me all morning.” She notes, letting you know that your ogling hadn’t been as discreet as you’d initially thought. Your eyes flickered down to her nipples at the reminder of their pebbled state, your fingers latching onto them tantalizingly as you pinched and pulled. Wanda gasped, her head thrown back as the sensations of pleasure took her by surprise. “I thought that’s what got you going.” She hummed, drawing a finalized conclusion now that your touch was clawing at her through the fabric of her t-shirt. ”Was last night not enough for you? You were asleep before I even came out of the bathroom.”

“Because somebody pulled four orgasms out of me before they even took the strap out.” You rebutted, defending yourself against her even though it was futile. Wanda grinned at the memory of last night, keeping you quiet with only her fingers and her mouth when they weren’t ravishing your core. The boys were down the hall, both soundly asleep, unaware of how you chose to ring in pride with your wife, and the horror of waking them up kept you quiet in the moments that nothing filled your mouth.

“Are you complaining?” She sings, trailing her fingers down your arms, curling them into the hem of your top. She lets the fabric lift just slightly, her fingertips ghosting over your skin as she presses you against the island countertop.

”Never.” You grinned, looping your arms around her neck and pulling her into a passionate kiss that conveys all of the emotions you’ll never be able to name. Wanda groans when your teeth sink into her bottom lip, pulling it away before you let it pop with a grin. ”I have twenty minutes before I need to get in the shower.” You breathe against her lips, and Wanda needs no further invitation to feel you against her fingers before you have to comply with the day's set schedule.

“I only need ten.” She mutters cockily, tapping your thigh with three fingers until you widen your stance, spinning around until your belly is facing the brunt of the pressure from the edge of the counter digging into soft skin. You don’t have to ask how Wanda wants you, after so many years of spontaneous sex anywhere but your bedroom, you just know how she likes your body positioned for specific encounters. “Fuck, you’re so wet already.” She gasps when her fingers probe the hem of your panties and sleep shorts, the loose material allowing her fingers access without much hassle or maneuvering. The restriction of the fabric against your clit is intoxicating, but it gets even better when she shifts her fingers and lets two digits rub circles around your clit.

“Well when you look at me like that wearing that…” You trail off, your voice high and light as her fingers spark pleasure, wetness dripping from your hole as you clench around nothing, begging for something more that she’s not ready to give you yet.

Wanda bubbles with laughter, because if you were thinking clearly, you’d remember that Billy had gifted her these pajamas for Mother’s day, and the image of his excited face would ruin the mood instantly. “Okay, detka.” She concedes, pressing a kiss into the back of your neck before she eases a finger into your tight walls and then another. She doesn’t push three, doesn’t even seem like she wants to go that hard right now, she just wants to connect with you in a way she’s legally allowed to, something she still can’t do in Sokovia. “You take me so well.”

You groan, dropping your forehead to rest on your forearms on the counter as she works your walls open, her knuckles curling until she’s pressing into that spot inside of you that makes you head spin and your pulse quicken. “Fuck, Wands. Right there.”

“Good girl.” Wanda praises, and that only further does your head in, a pathetic whimper crawling up your throat as your fingers claw at the countertops, trying to find something to brace yourself on as pleasure comes crashing over you before you can warn her. The sensitivity of last night wrecks you in tandem with her gentle thrusts to ease you through the aftermath of your climax, and you scramble to push her hand away when it becomes too much, your chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. ”Clean them.” She demands softly, spinning you around and feeding you her fingers with a pleased smile on her lips.

When she’s satisfied, pulling her digits away, she grins, glancing at the clock on the wall. “Three minutes to spare. Sit down and have a waffle.” She demands and you can only oblige with the request, never dreaming of going against her simple wishes when complying gets you exactly where you are now.

There wasn’t any need to panic about Billy, because when he’d stumbled home from school, half of the nail polish already chipping off and clinging to his sweatshirt, he beamed brightly and told you that Jack thought his nails were cool, and that he was going to ask his sister to paint his red the next time she pulled all her bottle of varnish out. Wanda had grinned and embraced him tightly, glad to see that her warning had been for nothing rather than a necessary preparation.

“Oh! And we made you these at recess. There’s bees on the playground so we stayed inside.” Billy bubbled, pulling out of Wanda’s embrace to dig through his backpack. Tommy grinned with him, following his lead as he unzipped the Mario bag he’d insisted on getting and pulled out a folded piece of green construction paper. Billy’s was blue, and he handed it to Wanda with a proud smile while Tommy handed you his.

‘Happy Pride’ was written in the worst chicken starch handwritten you’d seen, but it warms your heart to see his little writing all scratched out in crayon in front of a picture of four stick figures and a purple heart. Wanda’s red head was colored with marker, twirling strands of red lines forming her wonky circle head. The detail to the green of her eyes stuck with you, and you turned a smile on Tommy as you wrestled him into your embrace, tickling his ribs and kissing all over his face until he huffed and shoved you away.

“Thank you, buddy.” Wanda smiled at Billy, holding a hand out for your card without a word. She put them on the fridge with two Mickey shaped magnets, and Billy and Tommy high-fived with pride as they analyzed their work. “Go get changed. We have time for grilled cheese before practice.” Wanda instructed, already falling into the standard after school routine.

You smiled at her from across the kitchen when the boys ran upstairs, their backpacks forgotten about on the floor. “How did we get so lucky?”

“A few thousand hundred thousand dollars and a good sperm donor?” Wanda teases, but you know she’s just as speechless as you when it comes to your boys and their lightness in your lives. “I love you.” You hum, still dressed in your work clothes, itching to be let out of your slacks and leather shoes.

“I love you.” Wanda hums back, pecking your lips before she taps your hip and points upstairs. “You too. Upstairs. Go get changed.” She commands and you laugh, stealing one last kiss before you turn on your heels.

“Yes ma’am.” You utter with a silly salute, wondering how you’d ever been lucky enough to find her and built this life from scratch at all.

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hapuchika · 2 days ago

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Hungry Hotties

Summary: Her entire life as a vampire, Reader has successfully drank animal blood to sustain herself. What happens when her body craves the blood of a particular witch?

Warnings: Blood (it's a vampire fic.. there's gonna be blood.), graphic violence, smut, angst/fluff, lil hurt/comfort, thigh riding, magic strap on, soul bond, all the vampire warning things.

Relationship: Wanda Maximoff x Vampire!Reader

A/N: this was an absolute brainrot fic that I wrote cause I was sleep deprived and horny.

Words: 8,925

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X--X--X--X--X

In all honesty, you could’ve been a lot nicer. You did need help after all. But you just had possibly the worst day of your “immortal” life.

Which led you to right now. Avengers Compound. The lounging room. With guns, repulsers, and… wiggly red fingers aimed at you.

“Wait, I come in peace!” You yelped, raising your hand and dropping the milkshake onto what is probably a pretty expensive rug.

“We just had that cleaned..” Black Widow mumbled to herself.

“You have five seconds. Explain.” Iron Man said, his repulsors charging up.

Your eyes widened as you looked at the repulsors on his hands “Wait, wait, five seconds is not nearly eno-“

“Three seconds.” He warned..

“I’m being hunted by the vampire hunter who killed all my family and friends, " you yelled, squeezing your eyes shut.

The silence and lack of pain implied either that you were atomised so quickly you didn’t even realise it.. or they didn’t shoot.

You braved to open one eye and were met with eyes filled with confusion, suspicion, and of course, Iron Man’s mask.

“You’re�� a vampire?” Captain America asked hesitantly.

You nodded slowly, taking your time to lower your hands. You tensed at the feeling of someone’s consciousness against yours.

Your eyes flit to the Scarlet Witch, who was looking at you with a slight frown. You let out a soft sigh and lowered your mental barriers, allowing her to see.

Your mothers’ 803rd wedding anniversary.

All the guests and friends.

The sole man dressed in all black.

The burning. The horrific smell and screams.

Both your moms staring at you, apologising as they pushed you off the cliff.

Your scream as the Ebony Blade cuts them both in half.

You blinked away the tears as the memory faded, only to find equally watery eyes right in front of you.

“She’s telling the truth. She’s not dangerous.. to us.” Wanda said, with a slight hoarseness in her voice.

You felt her hand gently squeeze your knee.

” I’m so sorry, sweetie.”

You don’t flinch at her voice in your head. It was the first nice thing anyone had said in the past seventy-two hours.

“This will be a fun dinner party.” You heard Tony’s voice, breaking the silence.

X—X—X—X—X

When Mr. Stark mentioned a dinner party, you should have expected this.

No, this was absolutely, one hundred per cent on you.

You stared at the tens of people in the hall. All of whom were either avengers or friends and family.

“Like the view, quackula?” Came Tony’s voice from behind.

You grimaced, “You do realise the last party I went to, everyone I love-loved ended up dead, right?”

Tony’s face fell.

“What..” He asked.

You frowned, “That dickbag hunter come to my moms’ wedding anniversary.”

He looked at you for a moment in disbelief before he turned around, muttering to himself.

“Goddamn witch and her silence treatment. FRIDAY, tell Happy to stop the guests from coming. Only Avengers. Yes. Ask them to come to the third-floor lounge.”

You looked at him, stunned, before calling out to him, “Wait. Mr. Stark- Mr. Stark?”

He was too far away for him to hear you, so you simply walked quickly and stood in front of him.

“Mr. Stark wa-“

“JESUS CHRIST, " he yelped, his eyes widening as he flinched backwards.

You frown, confused.

He rubbed his temples and took a deep breath.

“So I take it vampire speed is real.” He said, glaring at you.

You give him a sheepish nod. Honestly, being surrounded by vampires your whole life, you’d kind of forgotten humans can't do that.

“Also. Call me Tony.” He said as the two of you walked to the door. “Mr. Stark was my father. Plus, I’m sure you’re nearly as old as Sparkles.”

You give him a nervous laugh, “Actually, I-“

“Alright, here we go.” He interrupted, walking into the lounge.

You could feel yourself tense as you entered a room with fifteen or so people, all of whom stopped what they were doing to stare at you. Only to resume the conversations moments later.

You must have been standing at the entrance for too long because Wanda walked up to you and bumped her shoulder against yours.

“Hey.” She said softly.

You gave her an embarrassed smile. “Hi.” You say with equal softness.

“Is it too much?” She asked.

You simply shake your head, “I’m just.. It’s been a few days.. Yet somehow, it feels both like it just happened and that it happened decades ago.”

She gave you an understanding nod, “I know what that’s like. It… doesn’t really change with time.. at least not for me.”

“Hey, quackula,” you hear Tony call you from the bar. “Want a Bloody Mary?”

You and Wanda burst into giggles as you walk to the bar.

“Quackula?” Wanda asked as the two of you sat on stools.

You shrugged, pulling your jeans up a little, exposing your socks that were covered in ducklings.

The laugh Wanda let out at the sight practically had you melting.

You needed to hear that laugh. For the rest of your hopefully very long life.

You saw a plate of canapés nearby and let out an excited squeal. Wanda looked at you, amused, and tried to follow your line of sight.

Her eyes widened as you disappeared right in front of her with a gust of wind, appearing in front of the poor, frightened server.

“Oh my god, can I have some, please?” You asked him excitedly.

“Y-yes ma’am..” He said, his hands trembling.

Your smile fell when you saw his terrified expression.

“Are you okay? Your heart’s beating really fast.” You ask, taking a step towards him, freezing when he takes a few steps back.

“I-Yes. I’m so sorry. I..” He stammers before letting out a whisper. “Please don’t eat me.”

Before you could react, you felt Natasha casually slide up next to you.

“You doing okay, Gibby?” She asked.

The man visibly relaxed at the sight of her, nodding as he let out a deep exhale.

“Why don’t you head to the bar, Gib?” The spy said, taking the plate from him with practised ease. “You’ve earned a drink.”

He nodded all too eagerly and scampered off.

You stare at the space where he was standing moments ago, your eyes looking far away. You’re only brought back to the present when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

Natasha looks at you with a gentle smile, the plate of Canapés in her hand.

“Want some?” She asks.

You take a deep breath in, not because you needed it, but because the simple act of breathing helped clear your mind.

You open your eyes and smile, nodding.

You grab one and are about to eat when you hear Sam Wilson’s voice.

“Wait, that has garlic.”

Natasha doesn’t move fast enough; you’ve already chomped down on a handful of them with a pleased expression.

Sam comes jogging up to you, ignoring the looks from strangers.

“Are you okay? That had garlic..” He said, concerned.

You look at him confused, “Yes..?”

He freezes for a second, “Is.. garlic not.. fatal?”

You tilt your head in confusion, “Like, am I allergic? No. I’m not really allergic to anything.”

“No, that’s not.. You know what, never mind.” He says, looking particularly embarrassed.

Natasha said nothing, watching the entire interaction with amusement.

The three of you continued to talk (you, in particular, asking about the Avengers) until Wanda joined the conversation.

“You forgot this,” Wanda said, holding a glass filled with a Bloody Mary.

You snickered, taking the drink into your hand and were about to take a sip when you noticed the three of them very obviously staring at you, or rather, your mouth.

Self-conscious, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“What?” You asked, eyes darting between the three of them. “Do I have something on my mouth?”

They had the decency to look embarrassed.

“It’s not that, kravyshka,” Wanda said, her ears burning.

You glanced at Natasha, who was looking at Wanda with a raised eyebrow and a teasing smirk.

“We.. We were wondering if you had fangs… like in the movies.” Wanda finished, her face pink.

You giggled, finding a flustered Wanda an adorable Wanda.

It wasn’t soon that the four of you were pulled into a circle where the game of truth and dare started.

You giggled, “I didn’t know Avengers played high school party games.”

Many cracked smiles at that.

“Alright, Quackula. Truth or dare? This game is for us to get to know you and you us.”

You smiled, “Truth.”

A few cheers were heard. Even Wanda smiled. Tony grinned satisfactorily.

“Alright then. A question everyone is dying to know. Do you, or vampires in general, consume blood?”

You nod immediately, “Yes. But, not human. Well, not unless they’re your.. partner.”

Tony looked intrigued. “Explain?”

Your eyes flitted to Wanda’s curious ones.

Clearing your throat, you began. “Well.. you see, the thing is. We don’t really produce blood on our own. And we need it for.. actually, I’m not sure, cause it’s like some science and magic stuff, but basically we need blood to survive. But most of us use animal blood that’s delivered to us.”

You see some pouts and smile reassuringly,

“Don’t worry. These animals are having the time of their life. It’s like a blood donation from them. Enough that they don’t really feel it, but also we have plenty. As for human blood.. well, I’ve been told consuming human blood has.. Um.. strong effects for both vampire and human. Our venom kind of creates.. um..”

You were definitely blushing right now, one glance at Wanda told you that she knew exactly what you were talking about.

“It’s like vampires in kingdom of immortal lovers..” Natasha asked.

You looked at her, stunned.

“By Ruby Roe?” She clarified.

You nodded slowly, gulping.

“Um.. yeah. Something like that.”

While some nodded in understanding (based on their smirks), the rest were left more confused than when the game started.

You cleared your throat, “Okay, um.. my turn.”

Your gaze automatically flits to Wanda.

“Wanda, truth or dare?” You ask gently.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, the rest of the group collectively rolled their eyes and smirked at the scene.

“Truth.” She said, not breaking eye contact.

You gulped again, feeling your face heat up at a simple glance.

“Um.. Are- are you single?” You ask, face practically on fire.

Your embarrassment flares exponentially when the group begins to laugh and whistle at your question.

Wanda gives you a smirk as she nods, “Yep. I am not currently in a relationship.”

“Good to know.” You whisper, staring down at your now-empty plate of what used to have canapés.

The game continued, Wanda asking Sam, Sam daring Steve, Steve daring Tony, Tony asking Bruce, Bruce asking Natasha, Natasha daring Sam.

When Sam’s dare of giving the ex-winter soldier a lap dance ended, he sat back on the couch and looked at you with a smirk.

“Dare or dare?” He asked you.

You giggled, pretending to think.

“I guess dare?” You say teasingly.

“Fangs,” he said confidently. “Show ‘em.”

If you weren’t embarrassed before, you certainly were now. “I.. I can't.” You said.

Bruce frowned. “Do vampires not have fangs?”

You nodded, “They do... but um... they’re hard to control if you don’t have experience.”

“What do you mean by experience?” Steve asked in a polite tone.

“So the thing is, you have to be over three hundred to be able to control your fangs properly…”

Natasha leaned forward, intrigued. “How old are you, then?”

You smiled sweetly, “I turned twenty-six two months ago.”

“Oh my god, you’re a baby,” Tony said, shocked.

You snorted, “Technically, I’m a legal adult.”

“Barely,” Steve said, frowning.

“Okay, okay, but we still want to see the fangs,” Sam said, his smirk remaining the entire time.

You looked at him confused, “but.. I can't control them.”

“That’s okay, when do they come out naturally?” Bruce asked inquisitively.

“Oh, um, when things get intense, like anger, near-starvation, and um… yeah, that’s it”, you said, cutting yourself off.

Natasha raised an eyebrow.

“You sure that’s all?” She asked teasingly.

You nodded frantically, “Yep. That’s it. Starving and Angry.”

The spy hummed, her eyes twinkling.

“Wanda, Sam, come here for a second.” She says.

The two walk to her, intrigued. They huddle together before Wanda pauses for a second and turns to you.

You were innocently sipping your Bloody Mary (which annoyingly didn’t have blood or alcohol) when she called out to you.

“Detka, you wouldn’t happen to have super hearing, would you?” She asks sweetly.

You should probably have applied more sunblock to your face, considering how much it was heating up.

“Um.. maybe?” You say shyly.

“Hmm. Just to be safe, then.” She turns, linking Natasha and Sam telepathically to her.

They discussed for a moment before Wanda let out a chuckle, looking at you with a smirk.

Your curiosity got the best of you, and you leaned towards Bucky, who was initially suspicious, but seemed to have changed his mind once you gave your age.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” You whispered to him.

He looked at you, huffing out a breath with a slight smirk. “Guess we’ll find out soon enough, kiddo.”

You sat back, pouting.

”Patience, detka. We’re almost done.”

Hearing Wanda’s voice in your head nearly made you jump. When you glanced at her, the look she gave you made your tummy flutter and something.. deeper inside you tingle.

The conversation was apparently over because the three nodded and sat back in their seats, except for Wanda, who began walking over to you.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Sam announced theatrically, “Who’s ready to potentially see vampire fangs?”

You frown, about to call out, but that’s when Wanda sits beside you.

“Detka,” she says softly. “I’d like to kiss your cheek and maybe your neck if that’s okay with you?”

You had to wait. You told yourself you had to wait long enough that you didn’t seem desperate. Given Wanda’s smirk at your frantic nodding, it didn’t work.

Your eyes flit nervously to the group, only to find all of them smirking and cupping their hands over their eyes.

All except for Natasha, who was smirking at you, arms folded over her chest.

“You ready?” Wanda asked softly.

“Yes, please.” You breathed.

“Good girl.” She said with a smile, leaning in and placing her lips gently on your cheek.

It was a good thing you were sitting because the mere feeling of Wanda’s lips on your skin sent a shockwave down your body, making your legs and most of your body feel like jelly.

She placed her hand on your thigh for balance as she proceeded to make her way down to your neck. The goosebumps that made their way across your skin left tingles in their wake.

When Wanda’s lips brushed against a particular spot on your neck, you inhaled sharply, chastising yourself since you didn’t even need to breathe.

Wanda seemed to appreciate the sound because her grip on your thigh tightened, and she bit that area lightly, making you gasp.

It was enough to make your insides clench and feel a sudden burst of pressure on your gums.

Wanda must have felt you tense because she pulled back, almost pulling a whine from you with her.

Her eyes flitted down to your open mouth, her gaze darkening as she let out a slow, breathy ’fuck’.

You stared at her, unaware of anything other than her. The sweet vanilla perfume. The thrumming of her pulse. The sound of her heartbeat made you dizzy. You could feel it. The hunger. Not just for blood. For Wanda.

The movement of Wanda’s lips brought you back to the present.

“..me? Detka?” She said softly.

You blinked a few times before returning your gaze to her.

“You okay?” She asked softly.

You tried to give a reassuring smile but winced when your fangs cut through your lower lip.

A whistle made you look around.

“Those babies are sharp”, Sam commented.

You licked the blood off your lower lip, the wounds healing within seconds.

“When will they retract?” Bucky asked, concerned.

You gestured ‘around five minutes’ with your hand.

You turned to Wanda and froze; her heated gaze was locked on your lower lip, where your tongue had been seconds ago.

You reached for Wanda’s hand, snapping her out of her daze and looking at you with a reassuring smile.

She sat beside you, making you hyper aware of every point of contact as the next round of the game continued.

Eventually, you took out your phone and began scrolling through the food delivery app.

“Hey, Mr. St- Um, Tony. What should I put in for this place's address? I need to order food.” You said.

Tony frowned, “We have a fully stocked pantry here, why- oh.”

You nodded, “Yep.” You said, popping the P.

“Wait, you can order blood from your phone?” Steve asked, intrigued.

You nodded, “Yeah, there’s an app for it.”

“What’s it called? The app?” He asked.

“Uh.. Uber Eats..” You said, confused.

“They give blood??” Sam asked, laughing.

You nodded sheepishly, thanking Tony when he gave you the address.

When the blood arrived, you were grateful nobody was staring at you directly, even though you knew everyone’s attention was on you.

The blood had been delivered in a flask, and you were currently making a proper Bloody Mary.

You had made two glasses worth and were walking back to the couch. Wanda smiled at you as you sat down and eyed the two glasses with intrigue.

“You wanna try?” You offered the first glass.

She hesitated before nodding.

“What should I expect? What kind of.. blood is in it? What does it taste like?” She asked, looking at you nervously.

“It won’t taste bad.” You promised, “I asked for pig’s blood from one that had been fed honey-based treats. So the blood itself should be sweet. Although you shouldn’t be able to really taste the blood since your palate isn’t built for it.”

Wanda nodded, breathing deeply and then took a sip.

You looked around to see that the small group was staring at Wanda, waiting for a reaction.

The witch’s eyebrows shot up, and she gulped.

“Well..? How was it?” Natasha asked.

“It was.. sweet.” Wanda said, “Like.. It just tasted like a slightly sweeter Bloody Mary.”

She turned to you, eyes wide. “Wait, does this mean I could be turning into a vampire?”

You giggled, shaking your head.

“No, Wanda. It just means I’m an amazing mixologist.”

Wanda gave you a shy smile and nodded, “Right.”

“Okay. Witchy is alive.” Tony declared, then eyed the drink. “Hand it over. I want to have a go.”

It was a good thing you made a spare because it turned out that everybody wanted to try the vampire diet.

When the glass was returned to you, it was almost empty, and you hadn’t even begun. There was a strange hunger in you that you didn’t want to risk expanding.

You took a sip and hummed at the rich flavour that exploded on your tongue only for it to dissapate fairly quickly.

You frowned, finished the drink and drank the second glass. The hunger wasn’t abated.

“Is something wrong?” Wanda asked.

“I’m.. not sure. I think so?” You said hesitantly, downing the second drink too.

“What is it, detka?” Wanda asked, placing her hand on your thigh.

You tensed as the hunger intensified, the sound of Wanda’s pulse got louder, and her scent became stronger.

Oh.

X—X—X—X—X

It had been three weeks since the party. Three weeks of avoiding Wanda Maximoff. The moment you figured out that she was the source of your hunger, you stood up and said you had to head in for the night.

You had been consuming ordered blood almost as often as humans drank water. Which is to say, nearly every other hour or so.

It came to the point that by the seventh day, Tony had spoken to the company that sourced the blood and gotten a weekly shipment of a truck full of blood.

You knew Wanda knew you were avoiding her. You weren’t subtle about it. You would use your speed to run off the moment she entered the room. It made training an embarrassing affair.

Speaking of, that was another thing you started. Physical training. While you were leagues and bounds ahead of even the super soldiers, you were simply a 26-year-old girl by vampire standards.

Since nobody currently on the team (except the Hulk) could match your speed and strength, Tony had suggested using hard-light holograms and the Iron Legion for your sparring while Natasha worked on your actual stances and form.

Meanwhile, Bruce and Tony had been gathering information about vampires from you that was necessary.

Sun? Manageable with sunblock. Won’t die, but you get sunburn pretty easily.

Garlic? Tasty.

Stake to the heart? Hurts like a bitch but not fatal.

Decapitation? Surprisingly, not fatal.

Thrown into the sun? Well, who wouldn’t that kill.. not vampires, but still not recommended.

Healing factor? Near instantaneous.

Holy Water? Yeah no.

Silver bullet? Hurts as much as a lead one.

Heart? Stopped beating at twenty-three.

For all intents and purposes, vampires were immortal unless facing particular magic or cursed weapons.

You were smiling at Natasha, who was telling you about how Bruce used some of the thicker blood in the fridge instead of ketchup and not realising it as he ate his fries. In his defence, his return from the Hulk transformation always left him in a terrible state. Since then, despite everyone’s insistence, you started keeping the blood in your brand-new room’s pantry.

You thought you were getting better at hiding. Given that Wanda was knocking on your door at 3 a.m. proved otherwise.

By the sound of the witch’s heartbeat, you could tell she was feeling some kind of intense emotion. Given your behaviour, you were pretty sure it was frustration.

You barely opened the door when Wanda stormed in and sat on your bed, wearing an oversized tee and distractingly short shorts.

“Explain,” Wanda demanded, folding her arms.

You gulped. Grabbing a bottle of sleeping cow’s blood to calm your undead nerves and stave your hunger, you sat down on the other side of the room.

“The letter-“ you began.

“Yes, yes,” Wanda said impatiently, summoning the letter in her hand. “Dear Wanda,” she began reading aloud.

“I know you must be wondering about the reason behind my absence. I know it must feel like I’m avoiding you.

That’s because I am

The reason is that I am undergoing some vampire stuff that makes me a danger to you. I promise you, I do not feel any negative emotion towards you. I simply need to figure out a way to cope with what's going on with me. Once that is done. I promise to spend as much time as I, and hopefully you, want to with each other.

Thank you for understanding <3”

You look at her confused, “Which part of that was not un-“

“All of it,” Wanda complained.

She took a deep breath and looked at you, her expression softening.

“Sweetie, I need you to tell me if I am hurting you in some way.” She pleads.

“N-No, it’s not that..” You stammer. “Then what?” She asks, desperation lacing her tone.

“I crave you..” You said, finally breaking.

Wanda froze, “W-what?”

You sighed, using your vampire speed to sit next to her. You place your trembling hand on hers.

“I.. crave you, Wanda. Ever since the party.. My body.. it feels this.. hunger that I can't extinguish no matter how much blood I consume..”

You look at her with a helpless expression, then run your hands through your hair and stare at the ground.

“Then take it.”

Your head snaps to her, eyes wide.

“Take it.” She repeats, “Drink my blood. Cause that craving? I feel it too.”

You shake your head, “No, Wa-“

“Do you like me?” She asks, grabbing your hands and pulling you closer.

You nod, your gaze flitting to her lips and back to her stunning eyes.

“Do you want me?” She whispers, leaning infinitely closer to your face.

“More than you could fathom.” You whisper back, her face so close that you could feel her breath on your skin.

“Then take my blood, detka.

She could feel you stiffen. You let out a sigh, resting your forehead on hers. “It’s not that simple… if.. if I were to drink your blood, it would bond me to you.” You whispered, your voice cracking. “I.. I would be bonded to you forever. Animal blood wouldn’t work anymore. I would be yours for the rest of eternity.”

“How can you be sure?” She whispered.

“Because,” you said with a sad smile. “That’s how it was for my moms.”

X—X—X—X—X

“So… you ready for your first mission?” Natasha asks you, sitting beside you on the quinjet.

It had been a little over a month since the party. A few days since the confession and the decision that you and Wanda would take it slow. Very slow.

You nodded, looking at the ground through the window.

A simple mission. ‘A girls' trip’, as Natasha called it. Just you, Wanda, and Natasha. The three of you were meant to enter the Hydra base, collect information, and destroy it.

To be honest, it was more of a test for you. Since the vampire hunter hadn’t surfaced for a month, it was kept on the back burner.

You were sipping on your third bottle of blood. At this point, you didn’t care about the flavour. Wanda looked at you and gave you a sad smile, one you reciprocated.

When the quinjet began to creak as it landed, you had to cover your ears. It was when Natasha turned the Quinjet off that you were able to let out a sigh of relief.

Natasha gave you a sympathetic look, “I’ll ask Tony to make you some vampire-grade noise-cancelling headphones when we get back, okay?” She said comfortingly.

You nodded, standing up and stretching a little as you admired your ‘superhero outfit’.

Given Tony’s sense of humour, he gave you an outfit similar to Wanda’s. The difference was that it was (to Wanda’s annoyance) far less booby and completely black with blood red accents. On your sternum was a ruby red symbol of vampire fangs.

“Nice costume,” Wanda commented, appreciating how the fabric hugged your figure.

You simply blushed, giving a soft thanks and practically ran outside the quinjet.

In hindsight, it was a good thing that you were the first one out because the bullet that ripped through your abdomen would’ve proven fatal to the other two.

“OW.” You yelled, falling to your knees.

“Detka!” You heard Wanda cry out, running to you.

“FRIDAY, barricade!” You yelled as you watched the bulletproof door of the quinjet slam shut.

You stood, the bullet popping out as the wound healed itself. You barely made it another step when another one pierced your shoulder, ripping chunks of flesh as it went through you.

Growling, you used your vampire senses to find the shooter, spotting him almost immediately.

He may have been wearing white to match the snow, but you could smell him from a mile away. That and the smell of gunpowder clung to him.

You sped to him, not giving him time to react, and punched him in the face, just as Natasha had taught you.

You hadn’t, however, accounted for your vampiric strength. Eyes widening as your fist simply went through his face, splattering blood and brain on the tree behind.

The sight of his blood on your hand made you freeze. Then, the smell hit you. Your vision blurred, and your knees buckled as ravenous hunger shot through your body, your fangs pushing out.

You didn’t move when the door of the quinjet blasted open, standing unnaturally still. You didn’t move when you heard Wanda call your name, nor when she ran up to you.

“Oh.. detka, I’m so sorry.” She said as she took in the sight before her, kneeling in front of you.

“I-I killed him..” You whispered. “I didn’t mean to.”

Your eyes moved to Wanda’s sympathetic ones.

“I didn’t mean to.” You repeated, your tone more frantic. “Wanda, I swear I didn’t mean to kill him. I was just doing what Natasha- I-oh my god I’m going to be sick.”

You ripped yourself away from Wanda, standing a little ways away as you once again fell to your knees.

You heaved, nothing coming out.

“Baby.. I believe you. I promise.” Said the witch, gently caressing your back.

“I’m sorry..” You said between heaves. “The smell..”

Wand immediately knelt next to you, put a hand on your shoulder. From the corner of your eye, you saw a red bubble form around the two of you, and the scents and sounds of outside the bubble vanished.

Simultaneously, the blood and brain matter on your hand burned away, leaving you as fresh as when you stepped out.

You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to feel Wanda’s embrace, her scent, the feel of her pulse under your fingers. Your mouth watered as you inhaled deeply.

“…Detka, I need you to open your eyes,” Wanda said, her voice a lot closer than you previously heard.

When you did, you realised that Wanda was in your arms, your face was nuzzling her neck, nose millimetres from her pulse point.

You yanked yourself back, scrambling to get away. Wanda slowly approached you, her voice more reassuring than anything.

“You’re okay krasyvaya. I promise. You didn’t do anything wrong. Then or now. I could have pushed you away if I wanted.” She said gently.

You nodded, forcibly trying to retract your fangs but whining when they refused to budge.

“I know, detka. Give it time, okay?” She says gently, caressing your knuckles.

You nod again, and the two of you walk back to the quinjet where Natasha stands, waiting.

“You okay, utyónok? (Duckling)” Natasha asked, frowning as she took in your demeanour.

You nod, “I, uh.. I accidentally killed the guy who shot at us.”

“Ah, I see.” She says in understanding.

The spy approached you and gently held your hand.

“I know you don’t need to, but I want you to breathe with me and repeat what I say, okay?” She says.

You nod and mimic her breath.

“I am safe.”

“It was an accident.”

“I-It was.. an ac-accident.”

“I am okay.”

“I am loved.”

“…I.. I am loved.”

Nat smiles as the two of you finish.

“Now,” she says gently. “Would you like to stay, or are you okay to continue?”

Your eyes flit to Wanda, who simply gives you a comforting smile.

“I’d like to continue.. um.. just.. can we avoid the blood? It.. It makes me feel a little weird right now.” You say hesitantly.

The two women nod.

“Of course, utyónok,” Natasha says reassuringly.

Turns out, the Hydra base had been expecting the three of you. There were twice as many guards as initially intended.

The scene was a hailstorm of bullets, magic shots, punches and sirens. In the midst of it all, you ran as fast as you could, grabbing guns and weapons away from unsuspecting agents and pushing aggressors as gently as you could. Even though they still flew backwards and hit the wall, crumpling to the ground completely unconscious, they were alive.

Somehow, the three of you made it to the main room to gather intel unharmed. You and Wanda stayed near the door while Natasha accessed the mainframe.

“So, how are you finding this mission so far?” Wanda asked, eyes monitoring the corridor.

Your gaze flicked to her before returning to monitoring.

“The beginning was a little rough..”

You bumped your shoulder with hers.

“…But I’m enjoying it now.” You said with a smile.

“How’s the hunger?” She asked softly.

Your smile faded. You could feel your veins screaming at you, tightening at the lack of blood.

“Much more than before.” You admitted.

“Well, at least you’re not hungry enough to fang out.” She supplied.

You smirked, “It’ll take a lot more for me to ‘fang out’ than this level of hunger… although I’m getting a little too close to it for comfort.”

Wanda looks at you, reflecting your smirk.

“I’m considering making you fang out for completely different reasons.” She said huskily.

You snapped your head to her, the hunger in your expression nearly made the witch falter.

“If you two are done flirting, how about we get out of here?” Natasha asked right behind you, making the two of you jump.

You nodded sheepishly. Your face fell when you were about to move. Taking a sharp sniff, you began coughing.

“Trouble?” Natasha asked, taking her guns out of the holster.

“Yes. Different.. Weird.” You said, exhaling sharply from your nose so the scent doesn’t linger.

“Enhanced?” Wanda asked, summoning her magic. “Must be because I can’t sense anybody.”

You shrugged, trying not to get distracted by a magic-wielding Wanda. “I can't tell the specifics. I just know there’s a handful of.. things nearby.”

The three of you cautiously made your way out of the suspiciously empty building. Even the unconscious people were nowhere to be found. Natasha stated that whatever was waiting for them must be outside, perhaps even near the quinjet.

Given that you were more durable than the other two, you opted to open the door. The only reason Wanda was okay with it was because you agreed to her using a magic shield just in case.

When you kicked the door open, you saw three men standing there, two of whom were holding what appeared to be unusual guns.

You got into a fight position, but none of them moved. You could feel Wanda linked to your consciousness, allowing her to see what you were seeing.

The man in the centre began to move his hands, making weird symbols appear. You were confused before Wand and Natasha burst past you, pushing you out of the way.

“Detka, Watch out!” Wanda said before the symbols the man was conjuring exploded, creating a shockwave that echoed around all of you.

“No magic, Scarlet Witch.” The man sneered.

The man on the right fired thrice, shooting a weird device that attached to your neck. The man on the left holding a shotgun aimed at you, hitting you dead centre in the chest.

You collapsed on the ground in pain, writhing in pain. The collars began beeping on you and Wanda. “No more enhanced powers, mutants”, the man spat.

Natasha was fighting another man, they seemed evenly matched to the point that Natasha couldn’t fire her guns even if she wanted to.

That was when the man in the middle took out a remote and pressed a few buttons. Natasha and Wanda crumpled, and you felt electricity coursing through your body.

“Toss them into the truck.”

The bigger guy walked to you, ignoring Wanda. The witch grabbed his ankle, attempting to stop him from reaching you.

“Get off me, Mutie.” He snarled, kicked her in the face and broke her nose.

Then the smell hit you. What you had been craving for a month now. Wanda’s blood.

The feeling was unlike any you had ever experienced. Rage and hunger overcame you, but instead of clouding your vision, it sharpened it.

You stood up, glaring at the man. Your fangs announced themselves as you snarled at him.

“What the fuck are you?” He said, shocked, pulling out a remote and increasing the intensity of the electricity on your collar.

You glared at him, unflinching. Reaching for the collar, you grabbed it with one hand and pulled. The metal warped and snapped with little to no effort.

“That shouldn’t be possible.” He breathed. He turned to aim the remote at Wanda but found you standing right in front of him.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” He shrieked.

You grabbed his wrist, hard. You ignored the sound of his yells and his bones cracking under your fingertips.

“Shut up.” You growl, ignoring your fangs cutting into your lips and claw at him, ripping his head from his body.

You heard his teammates approach.

“Hey what the fuck..” Said one guy, looking at two passed-out women and a headless friend.

His eyes widen as he registers what’s going on, but it's too late. Before he could blink, you were behind him, your fist poking through his chest.

You let out another snarl as you ripped him in half. The scent of their blood no longer fazed you.

Once you disposed of the last man, you sped your way to Natasha, who was breathing heavily, trying to move but unable to because of the collar.

You use both your hands to rip the collar off and let her gasp for breath. When she looked at you, her eyes widened.

“Utyónok (duckling).. are you..” She breathed.

“I’m okay,” you reassured, your voice tense.

She nodded, exhaling in relief.

“Natasha.. I.. I need you to free Wanda. I can’t.. her blood.” You strained, your muscles taut.

Natasha nodded, scrambling to stand.

“Yes, of course. It’s okay. How about you go to the quinjet? I’ll bring her.” She suggested.

You speed off without a word, reaching the quinjet. You stare at your blood-soaked reflection, watching your hands. They’re perfectly still. But your head? It’s screaming.

Your hunger is pulsating, your veins constricting. After changing and wiping off the blood, you began drinking all of the blood storage in the quinjet. Including the emergency stash.

That’s when you heard FRIDAY’s voice.

Mr. Stark wishes to speak with you. May I let him through?

When you give the affirmative, you hear his voice through the speakers.

“Hey kiddo,” he says casually. “Nat just told me what happened. Wanda’s okay, the collar just knocked her out, okay?”

You feel your body sag in relief.

“Thank you, Tony..” You whisper.

“Don’t worry about it, kid. Now tell me about you, Nat said that you were hungry?”

You nodded, “Yeah, it's.. I’m craving, um, human blood. It’s..”

You cut off, another pulse of hunger.

“It’s really strong, Mr. Stark.” You whisper, gritting your teeth.

“Hey, do you remember the contingencies we kept in place for occasions like this?” He asked suddenly.

You nodded before realising he couldn’t see you. “Um.. yes, sorry.”

“Alright, so Bruce kept an emergency sedative that should keep you calm for a few hours. Once you come back, we’ll set up a quarantine for a few days, okay?”

You take out the syringe and plunge it into your chest. The effect was immediate; your hunger abated, but nowhere nearly enough.

You began to tremble, “Tony, it-it’s not working. I.. I’m still hungry..”

You hear him swear under his breath, “Fuck okay. Natasha and Wanda are almost there. Do you think you’ll be okay with Wanda in the quinjet with you?”

“I-I think so.. It’s just three hours, right?” You ask timidly.

You hear him huff out a laugh.

“I think we can do better than that, kiddo. The quinjet can go hypersonic, so you should be home in a little over an hour.”

“Okay..” You said, holding yourself still. “Thank you, Tony,” you whispered, “And I’m really sorry.”

“No need for apologies. Trust me, you’re a delight to have around.. unlike the big guy here.”

You hear some scuffling before you hear Bruce’s voice.

“Hey, kid.” He says.

You’re about to say hi, but Wanda and Natasha enter the quinjet at that moment, the witch’s scent making you freeze.

You were so focused on Wanda that you didn’t hear Bruce or Natasha calling you for almost an entire minute.

When you do snap out of it, you turn to Natasha.

“I need you to restrain me.” You tell her honestly.

Natasha blinks, nodding.

While she searched for high-strength tension cables, you saw red mist surround you, binding your hands and feet.

“Only I get to tie you up, detka”

Your head jerked to where Wanda was sitting. She looked at you with a dark gaze.

“I’m sorry for running away..” you think.

Her face softens, ”I know why you did it, baby. I understand. How can I help?”

You try to shrug, but her binds keep you in place. Despite the situation, you can’t help but feel a spark of thrill at the act. The same thrill intensified your hunger tenfold.

When your fangs made their appearance, Wanda looked at you sadly.

“Wanda..” You gritted out. “I need you to-“

“I know, detka.” She said softly, walking to you and cupping your face. “Rest now.”

You closed your eyes and passed out as the scent of vanilla took over your senses.

X—X—X—X—X

Two days. Two. Fucking. Days. You finished a month’s worth of blood in 48 hours.

Your quarantine was meant to be a day long, but with your hunger unable to be satiated, you decided to extend it.

It was late at night when you finished the supply in your room, sighing to yourself. You needed more. The only reason you risked going to the pantry in the kitchen was because everyone was out, either on a mission or at a party.

You could not have been more wrong. You took one step into the kitchen and found Tony, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, and Wanda.

Oh god.

Wanda called out to you, but it was too late; you had rushed back to your room, closed the door and went to the farthest corner of the room possible.

There was a knock on the door, the sound making you flinch. You knew who it was. Of course you did.

You didn’t need to open the door, Scarlet Magic encased it, and Wanda just walked through it.

“Wanda, you-“ you pleaded.

“Okay, sweetie. I need you to listen to me, okay?” She said, slowly taking a step further.

You nodded slowly.

She sighed in relief. “Okay, whatever is going on with you. I can no longer just sit and watch. If you need my blood, then take it. I promise you it’s okay.”

“But-“

“No buts.” Wanda insisted.

She floated to you, sitting on your lap. She let out a sharp inhale when you grabbed her waist.

“You’re my good girl, aren't you?” She asked huskily, leaning closer to your face.

You nodded, eyes flickering to her lips and back.

“Then drink.” She whispered.

You frowned, freezing when the scent of her blood hit you. She raised her hand, a cut on her palm, a few droplets of blood made their way down her wrist.

Unlike before, you barely felt your fangs protrude, eyes glued to the claret drops. You looked at her once to make sure she was certain.

She brought her palm closer to your mouth. If you weren’t drooling before, you certainly are now. You gently held her arm with shaking hands and brought your mouth closer.

“Do it,” she breathed. “Please..”

You licked the drop of blood tentatively.

The effect was immediate.

Flavour bursts on your tongue. The very essence of Wanda made its way into your system, making you practically euphoric.

You let out a moan, licking up the droplets and began sucking from the source. You heard Wanda’s breathy whimper, her pants, her pounding heart.

You looked into her eyes as you licked the wound, your body buzzing and heating up underneath hers.

Wanda was similarly affected. The sight of you tasting her blood turned her on to no end. And when your tongue touched the entrance of the wound, a shockwave of pleasure echoed through her, making her arch her back.

Wanda looked at you with hooded eyes as she felt her insides clench around nothing.

“Baby,” she panted. “I need you.. now.”

You nodded frantically, cupping her face and kissing her hard.

It was everything you dreamed it would be. Wanda’s hands went into your hair, gripping tight, making you moan.

You felt your body heat up; your core fluttered as Wanda’s blood spread through your system. You felt her begin to grind on your thigh, groaning in frustration when she wasn’t able to get enough friction.

“Clothes,” she gasped, as you kissed your way down her neck. Her head lolled back when you kissed her pulse point. “Off. Now.”

You didn’t need to be told twice; with little to no patience, you grabbed her t-shirt and pulled, easily ripping the fabric. Her jeans and underwear received the same punishment.

You gasped when you felt her core directly on your thigh. The sneaky witch had poofed your clothes away at the same time.

You grabbed her hips and began moving her back and forth against your thigh. Your core clenched when she gasped out an ‘oh fuck’.

Her hands moved to grip your shoulder as you continued kissing down her neck, across her clavicle.

“Baby.. fuck” she whimpered when you flicked your tongue against her nipple.

You sped up the movement of her hips, making her cry out and arch her back.

“Fuck,” she moaned. “That feels so good, don’t stop.”

Mindful of your fangs, you began flicking your tongue against her hard nipple. Groaning at how much of a mess the witch was making on your thigh.

“Can I go faster?” You asked affectedly.

She nodded, her head falling on your shoulder, crying out a long moan when you increased to an almost superhuman pace. With how wet she was, you didn’t need to worry about her getting hurt.

“Baby- fuck.. fuck.. I-oh my god… I-I’m close.” She panted between moans.

Your mouth began working on the other nipple as you kept up the pace, her moans increasing in pitch and frequency.

“Fuck fuck fuck Imgonnacum oh fuck baby baby” she cried out, her hands gripping your shoulder so tight they would have pierced the skin had you been human.

You stop your assault on her nipple for a moment so you can whisper in her ear, “Cum for me, Wanda.”

Wanda tenses, her mouth open in a silent moan as her orgasm crashes into her. The witch’s eyes roll back as you slow down the movement of her hips, making sure you don’t completely stop to prolong her orgasm.

She jerks forward with a gasp as she suddenly becomes oversensitive, her legs shaking with effort.

She collapses onto the bed, panting, giggling.

“You’re still hungry, aren't you?” She asked with a smirk.

You nodded wordlessly, now that you’d tasted Wanda’s blood. You knew instinctively that no other blood on the planet would do it for you.

Her expression softened as she looked at you.

“I wouldn’t want you to settle for less anyway.” She said.

You frowned for a moment before realising what had happened. The bond. You and Wanda were now linked for the rest of existence. Being an empathic witch, Wanda could turn the bond into a two-way street instead of just you being bonded to her. She tested it and gasped, suddenly able to feel your hunger. “Oh.. baby, is this how you’ve been feeling?” She asked, strained.

You nodded, leaning over her. “I need you, please.” You whispered.

Wanda grinned mischievously, “Since you’ve been such a good girl. Here’s a little gift for you.”

You frowned before arching your back at a sudden sensation in your core.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, pleasure licking up your spine.

Wanda grinned, “Look down, baby.”

When you did, your eyes widened. You were sporting a deep red, pulsating strap. One that Wanda was rubbing her slick over.

You shivered when she spread more, gasping at the way she gripped it. You could feel everything.

“Now,” Wanda said lowly. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to fuck me. You’re not going to stop fucking me until you can’t move. And everytime either you or I cum? You’re going to feed from me. You’re not going to worry because I can use my powers to replenish as much blood as I need, okay?”

You nod.

“Any questions?” She asks.

“I.. uh.. I’ve never actually.. done this. I don’t know if I’ll be any good.” You said softly.

Wanda cupped your face with one hand, smiling as you nuzzled into it.

“My sweet girl, you just rocked my world two minutes ago. By pure instinct. All I’m asking is for you to do it again and again. There’s no getting it wrong, okay? We’ll take it slow, and if one of us doesn’t like something, we’ll just change it, okay?”

You nod, determined to make her feel good. When she nodded in return, you slowly pushed the head of the strap into her. Both of you inhale sharply at the feeling of you filling her up.

“You’re so tight. Fuck, it feels so good.” You said, screwing your eyes shut and trying not to cum immediately.

Wanda doesn’t respond; she was experiencing something similar. It had been a while since anything felt this good.

You almost collapse on top of her when you’re all the way in. You and Wanda stare at each other with wide eyes, neither of you moving an inch. The sheer proximity, her breath against yours, her moulding to yours. All of it felt so.. right.

Slowly, much too slowly for Wanda’s liking, you began to move. Your hands were framing her head, fingers already pierced the pillow as you held in your desire.

“Detka, move.” She said.

That was all it took; you snapped your hips, shoving the entire length into her suddenly, making her arch her back and cry out.

You rolled your hips, faster and faster, harder and harder. The bed creaked at the sheer force.

Wanda had given up all pretence of composure; her mouth was agape as moans flowed freely. Her nails dug into your back as you leaned closer to her, your fangs practically throbbing as much as your insides were.

You were one big nerve ending; every single movement sent molten pleasure through your body. You knew at the back of your mind that this was the result of Wanda’s pleasure echoing through the partial bond. You needed more of her blood. From the source.

Your speed intensified, as did her moans. The way she clenched around you told you that she was close, with the way your pleasure was building to an overwhelming degree, you weren’t far behind.

“Fuck. Fuck. Baby, I’m going to come. Feed from me. Now.”

She exposed her neck, shutting her eyes tight as the pleasure crescendoed. Unable to hold yourself back, you clamped down on her neck as soon as you came.

The two of you shattered the boundaries of time and space as you came. Wanda was sent hurtling through an orgasm so intense she lost her grip on reality. Then you sucked, the simple act of you sucking her blood made her cum again, making the witch scream.

This continued for a while, each time you sucked in more blood, your fangs released more venom, and each time, Wanda came harder than she ever had before. Her screams turned into hoarse groans until she lost her voice, and all she could do was tremble limply as another wave of pleasure took over her frayed senses.

When you withdrew your fangs, they retreated automatically. You rest your head against Wanda’s chest, freezing when you notice how shallow her breathing is.

You looked up frantically to see Wanda’s glossy eyes as she stared off into nothing. Her skin was scarily pale.

“Wanda?” You whispered, panicking. “Baby, please.”

Remembering the one time your mothers had briefly told you about vampire blood, you summoned your fangs and cut into your wrist.

You placed the cut above her mouth and watched the blood drip into her mouth. You jolted when Wanda clenched around the length of your strap inside her.

She grabbed your wrist and sucked blood, moaning as she drank more. You sighed as a hazy pleasure took over you, and the bond between you two strengthened as it began to naturally flow both ways without Wanda’s magic.

The colour in Wanda’s skin returned, and she let go of your wrist, and you two stared at each other.

“I.. I feel it.” She whispered.

You nodded, “I wasn’t sure, but I remember my moms had mentioned something about a two-way bond.”

Her eyes glistened with the weight of her emotions. “Does that mean what I think it means?”

You nodded with a smile, “You’re mine just as much as I am yours.. for the rest of eternity. Once your mortal body dies, you’ll emerge as a vampire.”

Wanda gulped at the sheer intensity of love she felt for you, grabbing your face and kissing you hard.

The movement made you shift deeper inside her, making you both moan in surprise.

You two stared at each other and grinned.

“Wanna-“

“Absolutely.”

You two began kissing again as you flipped her over and she rode you with fervour.

Tony sighed, checking his watch.

“It’s been almost two weeks..” He muttered incredulously. “They’ve been at it for two weeks.”

Natasha smirked as another loud crash sounded on the floor above them.

“I’m telling you, Tony…

Vampires be fucking.” X—X—X—X—X

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