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[nats-firefly]

you better lock your phone

sorority!natasha romanoff x reader

summary: Natasha only wants your attention

warnings: smut 18+ only, smoking (r smokes), strap-on use, implicit drinking, power bottom!nat, choking, scratching, face slapping

a/n: repost!

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Everyone at the party had their eyes on her that night. Everybody but you. The entire night, you found yourself constantly prying your gaze away from the woman. She was captivating; the way her dress clung to her body, the way her sweet laugh would fall from her lips, and god the way she looked at you with her round green eyes drove you insane–it was impossible to not look at her.

Her body glistened with sweat as she danced with her friends across the room, her short hair swayed with her body and you tried focusing on the lukewarm beer in your hand.

“Do you know if she’s seeing anybody?” You attention was dragged away from your phone as a guy from the hockey team bumped your shoulder. You grimaced, looking him up and down.

“Why would I know?” You mumbled into your drink as you chugged half the cup down and avoided answering him. You didn’t want him anywhere near what was yours.

“Aren’t you her roommate?” You clenched your jaw and looked up at him, mumbling more to yourself than him.

Natasha tiptoed to your room, it was 3 am and she was having a hard time sleeping. Usually her fingers would do the trick and on nights when they wouldn’t, yours would be a great replacement. But today she needed more.

She saw the faint flicker from the TV from the bottom of your door and pressed her ear to the door hearing the faint sounds of one of the cartoons you liked playing on the TV, before knocking three times. She heard you shuffle before your voice telling her to come in.

She wordlessly entered the room, a smirk growing on her lips as she pushed your back onto the headboard and straddled your hips. She pressed your lips together in such desperation your mind cleared and all that was left was Natasha and her voice moaning your name.

“She’s not seeing anyone,” Your voice was cold and you moved your eyes back to your phone, making your way to the back of the house, pulling out your pack of cigarettes.

The walls vibrated with the beat of the music as you leaned your back against it before putting a cigarette to your lips and lighting it. You leaned your head against the wall, trying not to think of your redheaded roommate.

“Hey, do you have a spare cigarette?” A girl you knew was part of Nat’s rival sorority approached you, her brown hair pulled into a ponytail swaying in the wind as she walked closer to you.

“Uhh, no, but I can share,” You said holding it out to her, she smirked and took the cigarette from your fingers, taking one long drag and blowing the smoke lightly next to you. “You’re Wanda, right?”

“How did you know?” She asked, settling next to you against the wall.

“My roommate is in Tri Delta,” You said, before taking a drag yourself. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Of course you would’ve,” She pushed herself off the wall and stood in front of you before pushing her body closer, making your hands instinctively hold her waist. “Tri Deltas can’t keep their mouths closed.”

You smirked, that’s not the only thing. You put the cigarette back on your lips before you felt your head being turned to the side by your chin and your cigarette yanked from your lips.

“These are bad for you, you know,” The redhead threw it on the ground before stomping on it and looking back up at you. “I wanna go home.”

“Go by yourself, she’s busy,” Wanda pressed her body further against yours, your attention focusing on her. Natasha’s nails dug into your arm and pulled you away. Her pouty lips and goosebumps down her arm from the cool breeze ignited an urge to give her your jacket.

“Another time, Wanda,” You said as Natasha turned around and started walking in the direction of your shared apartment on campus. “It was nice meeting you.”

Natasha walked with purpose, she was furious. She had everyone’s eyes on her during the party, yet she was still dissatisfied, because none of them were yours. You walked silently behind her, your phone buzzing with new texts from an unknown number.

hey it’s Wanda, Carol gave me your number haha :)

You almost bumped right into Natasha who had stopped right in front of you, her eyes burning into you as she quickly glanced down and saw your text. She had to hold back a growl. “Keys.”

“Am I just your personal purse when you bring me to these parties?” You reached into your pocket and handed her the keys, allowing your eyes to roam over her body.

“When you’re not busy flirting with some Delta Nu bimbo, yes,” She said, sickeningly sweet before roughly taking your keys away from your hand and opening the door. You quickly typed out a reply, walking into the building and waiting for the elevator next to the fuming redhead.

hey :)

Wanda quickly replied, every text filled with more and more attitude and becoming more and more suggestive. She might as well ask you what you’re wearing at this point and you hadn’t even made it to your floor yet.

With every ring Natasha heard she got more and more impatient. You were hers and who the fuck does Wanda think she is to come onto you of all people. Natasha walked out of the elevator with a huff, making you finally look up at her. Your smirk only grew as she fumbled with the keys as you slowly made your way down the hall towards her. 

Your phone kept buzzing and you could feel Natasha’s annoyance radiating off of her. It edged her on, it drove her crazy, you enjoyed it. You barely got through the door before your body was slammed back onto it and your phone was snatched out of your hand and Natasha gripped your throat. 

“Did you forget who you belong to, whore?” Natasha dipped her head down into the crook of your neck, her warm breath dancing over your skin. Your hands gripped her hips, making her skirt ride up. She tightened her grip when you didn’t answer, pressing her body against yours, bucking her hips when she felt your strap pressing against her. “What? You’re gonna act shy now? You had a lot to say to Wanda a second ago, what happened?”

You pressed your nails into her hip, moving her hips against the strap and making her chuckle against your skin. “’M gonna show you who you belong to.”

She pulled your body off the door by your neck and pushed you into your room, the back of your legs hitting the bed before you scooted up. Natasha straddled your lap and let you rise her skirt up, revealing her lack of underwear and clearly soaked folds. 

She threw your phone onto your bedside table and entangled her hands in your hair as you sat up, your hands reaching around to her ass and pulling her closer to you with each buck of her hips. You connected your lips together, shrugging off your jacket and disconnecting your lips to pull your shirt over your head. As soon as your neck was exposed, Natasha attached her lips to your skin, sucking deep marks all over your collarbones and neck. 

Natasha pulled away, pushing you back down onto the bed before she shifted off the bed and pulled your pants down your body, her eyes glistening at the site of her favorite silicone toy between your legs. She shrugged out of her dress, the only piece of clothing that was previously covering her body.

She moved back onto you, but this time straddled your thigh, her wet pussy connecting directly to your skin and making you moan. Your phone vibrated again and again from the bedside table, it pulled Natasha’s attention before you paid attention to it, only really looking at it when Natasha growled.

You started to reach up to put it on silent but the redhead beat you to it, clicking a few buttons before grabbing your chin and making you look at her once again. 

“Look at me,” She connected your gaze as she bucked her hip, your hands going back to her hips and guiding her movements. She wanted your eyes all night, and she finally had it now. She wasn’t gonna give in that easy. Natasha’s nails dragged down your chest as she lined herself up with your strap, slowly lowering her hips while she applied more pressure to your nails.

You moaned feeling the hot trails down your chest, not being able to take your eyes off the woman on top of you. Natasha started bucking her hips against yours, her hand coming up your body and pressing the tip of her index and middle finger against your lips. You sucked them into your mouth, making her moan and speed up her movements. She removed her fingers and gripped your face once again just as she was almost to the edge.

“Who do you belong to?” You knew exactly what she wanted you to say. But she was so desperately waiting for your answer to push her over the edge you had to wait. She rutted her hips against yours in desperations, her whiny and needy moans quickly filling the room as she moved closer and closer to the edge.

Her short red hair clung to her skin and her breasts bounced up and down with her movements. Your eyes trailed down her perfectly sculpted body to where your hips met, watching as the dildo went in and out of her, loving the wet sounds that came with every movement. She groaned and let go of your chin before bringing her hand back across your face, the stinging sensation making you moan.

“Answer me,” She meant to sound harsh, even threatening, but she failed to hide the need in her voice, the pure want dripping from her tone. You smirked, bucking your hips up to meet her thrusts and making her crouch over your body, her hands scratching and gripping onto your chest.

“I don’t belong to anybody,” You said, planting your feet on the bed and gripping holding hips in place before thrusting up into her as she fell apart in your hands. Her loud whiny moans filled the room and you were definitely getting a noise complaint in the morning. She came undone on your strap, her arousal dripping onto the fake cock and the sheets below you. Her grip lightened for a second before you flipped the two of you over, and burying yourself deeper into her. “Don’t belong to anybody but you.”

You kissed her salty skin as you pulled her hips up into yours and mercilessly thrust in and out of her. She screamed out, her hands gripping the sheets below you as you brought her over the edge for a second time, leaving her a shuddering mess. You slowed your thrusts, leaving light kisses along her jaw then her lips, before completely pulling out of her and moving to the bathroom to remove the strap.

While you were gone, Natasha looked back at your phone, which had its camera pointed at the both of you since she put it there. She smirked as she quickly sent it to herself then to a certain Delta Nu bimbo.

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sweet dreams, Wanda 

She locked your phone and set it back on the bedside table. Then, as she always did, she dragged herself out of your bed, collected her discarded dress, and walked to her room, softly shutting the door behind her. 

When you returned from the bathroom your bed was empty. You pledged your loyalty to Natasha almost every time she would come to your room, she would make you say it, tease it out of you with her skillful fingers and conniving hips. And yet, she would still always leave you with only the memory of her body between the sheets in her lingering perfume.

You got back under the covers and plugged in your phone, your screen lighting up with a notification from Wanda.

invite me over next time ;)

[nats-firefly]

obey

ceo!wanda maximoff x assistant!reader

summary: your girlfriend corrects you when you just couldn't help yourself

warnings: mommy kink, pillow humping, wanda calls r pet, heavy use of petnames, orgasm denial, wands slaps r once, dacryphilia, cum strap, wanda is mean but also really soft, breeding kink

🚩 warnings are clearly stated please do not report/flag :) 🚩

words: 4.2k | feedback is always welcome | masterlist

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“Bye, Celeste,” You said with a smile as the older assistant picked up her coat to leave the office, attention turning back to your screen as you typed away on your keyboard. 

“Bye, Y/N, have a good weekend,” She said as she walked through the door towards the elevator. Your eyes focused on the small clock at the corner of your screen. You clicked random places on the screen, having to pretend to be doing something just a little while longer before you could finally go into your girlfriend’s office.

You and Wanda had been dating for about two years now. No one in the office knew about it except the head of the HR department who Wanda swore to secrecy. You didn’t want everybody in the office to view you just as Wanda’s little toy, which you very much were, but you were also excellent at your job. Handling the CEO’s personal and professional commitments was no easy task. 

As you heard the doors of the elevator close, you sprung off your seat, gathering your personal items into your bag before quickly sliding your underwear off. For the last few work hours all you could think about was the strap your girlfriend left the house packing and everything you wanted to do with it. 

You knocked on her door before walking into her office and dropping your bag at one of the plush chairs by the door of the large room. You took a second to appreciate the view behind your girlfriend’s desk. You were in the tallest building around and the view from the floor to ceiling windows gave you a great view of the bustling city under you. 

“Good evening, Ms Maximoff,” You said, walking around her desk and swiveling her chair to face you. You cupped her face with your hand before leaning down to kiss her beautiful soft lips. You felt her hum into the kiss, enjoying finally having you to herself. 

“Good evening, sweetheart,” She said, pulling you onto her lap. You easily straddled her, your face settling into the crook of her neck like it did every night. “I just have a few more things to wrap up, shouldn’t be more than an hour.”

You grunted softly into the skin of her neck, earning yourself a soft hair tug from Wanda so she could see your face. “Be a good girl.”

“Yes, Mommy,” You whispered, looking down at her lips. She granted you another kiss before you went back to laying your head on her shoulder. You closed your eyes, enjoying the comfort of your girlfriend’s arms in her large office chair. You felt her hand running up and down your back when she wasn’t typing. You didn’t like when you had to wait for her attention like this, but she always made your waiting so comfortable.

You tried to be patient. Tried not to let all the thoughts of Wanda fucking you into the mattress from last night drift into your mind. But they did. And the feeling of her large strap, the one you knew was the one with the cum reservoir solely from its size, made not thinking about it very hard. And when the hour Wanda promised was up, you started to get desperate. 

“Wan-” You started to whine but were quickly interrupted.

“Work is over, sweetheart, you know better than that,” She warned between typing noises. 

“Mommy,” You whined, starting to lightly kiss up to Wanda’s earlobe. “Can we go home now?”

“Not yet baby,” She continued typing, not even sparing a second to look at you. You knew the work she had to do, and couldn’t figure out what she was doing for the life of you. 

You knew better than to argue with her, instead deciding to take things into your own hands. You started leaving soft kisses on her neck, thinking about how much you wanted to litter her neck with marks just like she so often does to you. As your lips started nibbling on her earlobe, your hips started subtly moving against her leg.

Wanda smirked, knowing exactly what you were doing. The fabric of her pants against your bare cunt lit a fire in your lower abdomen, your breath becoming labored as you continued your movements. Since walking into your girlfriend’s office you could feel how wet you were, now that you were finally doing something about it, you couldn’t get enough.

“Are you enjoying yourself baby?” Wanda asked. Your hips stuttered, but ultimately continued their movements. You hid your face in the crook of her neck.

“Mhmm,” You hummed, releasing a breathy moan into her skin. Wanda’s hand slid down to your ass, looking to snap your underwear against you but she found none. She quickly grabbed your hips and slid them away from her so she could look at where you were grinding against. She could see you left a wet spot there from your arousal.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” She cursed, making your legs clench around hers. She pushed you off her lap, settling you on the ground. “Look what you left on my work pants,” Her tone was harsh and you pouted as you looked at the wet spot. “Needy pets like you can go hump a pillow while Mommy is working.”

She went back to her work without a second look. Wanda kept a large pillow for you under her large desk for times when you misbehaved like this. You pulled your pillow between your legs, feeling the rough texture of the fabric rub against you. Wanda watched you as you rocked your hips back and forth against the pillow, noticing your eyes go hazy as the feeling between your legs overwhelmed you.

Wanda went back to her work the same second, her ignorance did something unexpected to you. Every rock of your hips sent a fire through you, your thoughts drifting to how Wanda’s hands feel against your body. You pictured how her fingers felt inside you, and how much you wanted them there. Wanda shifted in her seat, the strap straining against her pants reminding you of the possibilities for the night. 

“Mommy,” You whined, your hands gripping the pillow for dear life as you continued your movements. You were so close you could almost feel it. Your eyes screwed shut as you started to feel that pleasurable knot in your stomach. 

“Don’t cum,” Wanda’s voice was stern. Her eyes narrowed at you as she closed the useless windows she was using to stall you on her computer. You moaned, your hips stuttering at her command. “And don’t you stop either.”

You shuddered, trying your hardest to hold off your incoming orgasm. Even with your hips going at a snail’s pace, the feeling of the pillow against your clit guided your senses. You didn’t notice Wanda finally powering off her computer.

“Mommy, I-I can’t h-hol-” You came with a moan, your body betraying you as your orgasm washed over you. Your legs squeeze against the pillow, goosebumps running down your arms at the feeling. 

Wanda stood up and made her way to you in two strides, taking you by the jaw. Her grip was strong, and it made tears flood your vision. “Are you too dumb to follow directions, pet?”

You let a tear slide down your cheek, the shame of what you’d just done sinking in. She pushed your head away, turning away from you. “Stand up and get your things, we’re going home.”

You stood up on shaky legs, almost stumbling to where you left your beg. Wanda was impatiently waiting for you by her private elevator by the time you grabbed your bag. She refused to look at you as you made your way to the elevator, your heart pounding in anticipation of being in a small space with the seemingly enraged woman for such a long time as you went down the many floors to the parking lot.

In reality, Wanda knew exactly what she was doing. She knew what her pet could take and exactly the thoughts going through your head. She never expected you to actually hold off your orgasm, the second she saw the hazy look in your eyes, she knew you couldn’t. 

The second the doors of the elevator closed, Wanda had you pinned against the wall, your bag dropped by your feet. Wanda spread your legs apart, fingers easily slipping into you. You moaned, gripping her arms that were doing most of the work to keep you upright. 

“If you can’t follow directions, we’re gonna have to practice, aren’t we princess?” She growled in your ear. Her fingers started curling into you, your nails digging into her blazer as you moaned into the small space. “And don’t you dare cum this time.”

“Mommy,” You whined, it was the only word you could remember at this point. Her fingers expertly moved inside you, making your back arch off the elevator wall. Your walls clenched around her fingers as her mouth found your neck, quickly starting to suck a mark onto your skin. You moaned as her teeth grazed your skin, hips starting to buck against her hand. You could feel yourself getting closer to your release, Wanda’s fingers hitting the perfect spots inside you. “Wanda, please.”

Wanda pulled her fingers out of you, your arousal almost splashing against your face as she slapped your cheek. Your head turned at the impact as you felt tears start to form, her action only added to your arousal, you could feel it almost dripping out of you. She grabbed your jaw so you face her again, slipping the fingers that were previously inside you into your mouth. 

“That’s not my name,” She said, pushing her fingers further into your mouth. She cooed as she watched another tear roll down your cheek. “Crying won’t help your case, baby, you know Mommy loves it when you cry.”

All you could do was whimper around her fingers, a strangled ‘Mommy’ left your lips. Wanda trailed her lips down your neck, roughly littering it with more deep marks. Her leg made its way between yours and just as you were starting to get something from it, the doors to the elevator dinged open to the parking lot. “Come on, pet.”

You watched as Wanda walked to the car in front of you, following closely behind her. Your mind felt so hazy, all you wanted was to have her, to please her. All the brattiness you had felt earlier had faded away. Now you just wanted to be good for Mommy. 

By the time you reached the car, Wanda was already inside. You got in next to her and George, her driver, pulled off. You sat nicely, with your hands on your lap and head down, waiting for Wanda’s instruction.

“Come over here, baby,” She said, pulling you closer to her so you were practically on her lap. Her hand ran up your inner thigh, fingertips playing with the hem of your short skirt. “You know, if you’d just been a good girl the ride down in the elevator would’ve been very different.”

“Mommy,” You whined quietly, holding onto the collar of her blazer. Her thumb drew circles on your thigh absentmindedly, it left your skin tingling for more. You were afraid you’d leak onto her slacks again. “George is right there.”

“You came in my office without a second thought, I didn’t think you’d mind, baby,” She teased, kissing the corner of your jaw. When she pulled back she sighed at your prevalent pout. “He doesn’t care, pet,” She sighed, rolling her eyes then turning to the driver. “George, do you care if I teach this whore a lesson back here?”

“No, ma’am,” George said, clicking a button on the center console lifting the divider up so you and Wanda had some privacy. Your mouth was left ajar as Wanda looked back at you with a smug expression.

“Open your legs, princess,” Tears stung at your eyes at the embarrassment you felt at just how wet the interaction made you. Wanda slipped her fingers into you, You gripped the edge of the seat, trying to control yourself as much as you could as her fingers curled and hit the perfect spot inside you. “See, baby, if you were good, you could cum as many times as you want.”

You whined into Wanda, holding off as much as you could. “Mommy, please.” Your hips rut against her hand, making her slip her fingers out of you.

“Oh come on, I’ve heard you do better than that,” She cooed, nibbling on your earlobe. 

“Mommy, please,” You begged, trying to slide her hand back to your center. “I need it, I need you, you make me feel so good, please Mommy.”

“Hmm, better,” Her hand went back to playing with your clit. You clenched around nothing as she shifted in her seat, reminding you of your favorite strap, safely tucked into her pants. You grabbed onto her wrist, rutting against her hand. “Maybe if you’re good and take what I give you, you’ll get a little reward when we get home. How does that sound, baby?”

“Mommy,” You whined, letting go of her wrist and burying your face into her neck. Your forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat as you let Wanda have her way with you, destined to be good for the rest of the ride home. Her thumb continued playing with your oversensitive clit, quickly sending you closer to the edge. “I wanna cum, I need it.”

“I know what you need, baby,” She pulled her hand away as more tears escaped your eyes. “Mommy knows best.”

“B-but,” You cried, cutting yourself off before you said something that would get you in deeper trouble. You felt her nails lightly scratch down your thigh then her palm soothe back up. “O-okay, I trust you, Mommy.”

“You know I love when you cry for me,” Wanda cooed, using her other hand to smooth down your hair. “Almost as much as I love when you cum for me.”

You cried out as her fingers met your clit once again, It was almost painful at this point. You desperately needed a release, your cunt now freely leaking onto her pants. Wanda didn’t care at this point, she wanted to destroy you. You moaned breathlessly, rutting your hips against her fingers.

“Don’t cum,” Wanda said, watching to see if you would obey or defy her again. Your eyes shot open, it was taking every muscle in your body to hold off the orgasm Wanda was pushing you towards. “Be a good girl, listen to Mommy.”

“Mommy- I can’t- I can’t hold it- it’s-” You cried, genuinely trying your very best. But Wanda’s fingers moved relentlessly, the pain was quickly turning into pleasure. To your luck, the car stopped just as you were about to give up, and Wanda took her hand away. When you looked at her, she was smirking as she tasted you on her fingers. 

“So sweet,” She hummed, sliding you off her lap and giving you a kiss on the cheek, trailing her lips down to the corner of your jaw. “I could eat you whole.”

Shivers went down your spine at her sultry tone, hints of her accent coming through. “Come inside, princess, let’s get your punishment over with.”

You turned to her wide eyed, but she didn’t notice, back already turned to you as she walked into the house. You thought you’d had enough already. You chased after her, following her past the kitchen and into the living room. 

“Mommy,” You called sweetly, slinging your arms around her neck to pull her into you. She hummed against your lips swaying the two of you towards the back of the couch, she settled you between her legs as you continued kissing her.

“Yes, angel?” She asked when you finally pulled away. You didn’t actually have anything to say, hoping your teary doe eyes would do the trick and make her go easy on you. Her lips trailed down to your neck, sucking and biting every few pecks. 

“Please, Mommy,” You moaned, scratching her scalp. She hummed against you, her lips now trailing your collarbones.

“Strip,” She commanded, pulling back and leaning against the couch. You stayed frozen in place, not knowing if she was letting you off the hook or not. “Don’t make me tell you twice.”

You stepped away from her, slowly reaching for the zipper at the back of your dress. Wanda’s eyes stayed on yours as your dress fell onto the floor, quickly followed by your bra. Her eyes trailed down, tongue sliding along her bottom lip as she took you in. She couldn’t wait to have her hands on you again.

“Turn around,” Her voice turned sultry, her desired flooding into every one of her senses. “Let Mommy have a look.”

“M-Mommy,” You could feel her eyes on your body, your skin burning without her touch. You wrapped your arms around yourself, your prolonged exposure made you unsure of Wanda’s desire. You almost felt embarrassed, did she even want you anymore?

“Hey, none of that,” Wanda said, beckoning you back into her arms once she noticed the self-doubt creeping up your face. You walked into her open embrace, her hands immediately pulling you closer by the waist and lips connecting to your neck.

“Look at my baby,” She breathed against your neck, her lips trailing up to litter soft kisses all over your face, making you erupt in small laughs. “So beautiful, the prettiest pet in the whole wide world.”

You hid your face in the crook of her neck, her arms wrapping around you and engulfing you in a big hug. Your eyes shone up at her, still unsure. “Really?”

She leaned in, bumping your nose against hers. “You’re my gorgeous girl, I’ve only got eyes for you, angel.”

When you looked at her, you could tell she was telling the truth. You tilted your head back, connecting your lips in a soft kiss.

“I love you,” Wanda said, cupping your face and sliding her thumb over your cheekbone.

“I love you too,” You replied, letting her kiss you once again.

“Now, angel,” You could tell by her tone, this wasn’t gonna be anything good. “Mommy’s gotta finish giving you your punishment for your little act at the office.”

“No, Mommy,” You teased, letting her manhandle you to bend over the back of the couch. “You don’t have to.”

“Oh, yes I do, princess,” She punctuated her point with a slap on your ass, making you grip the pillows under you. “How else are you gonna know to follow my rules?”

“But Momm-”

“Be quiet and take it,” Another slap, hard enough to make you yelp. “Count for me, baby, can you do that?”

“Yes,” You mumbled, grunting as she delivered another onto your ass. “Three.”

She continued her actions until tears were sliding down your face and it hurt even when she slid her hands over your ass. Her rings were still on, the metal only making everything more painful. It wasn’t until you counted to forty and tears were rolling down your cheeks that she stopped. 

“Look at you, honey,” She cooed, running her hands down your ass and the back of your thighs. “So wet for me, you’re dripping.”

You whined, leaning back as she ghosted her fingertips over your cunt. “Mommy, I- I’m sorry, I‘ll be good, please.”

“What was that, sweetheart?” She easily slipped two fingers into you, making you gasp into the pillow below you. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll be good,” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your wall clenching around Wanda’s fingers. “Please, Mommy.”

Wanda continued curling her fingers inside you, using her other hand to silently remove her pants. You were too overwhelmed by her fingers in your cunt to notice. When Wanda removed her fingers, your whine in protest was quickly interrupted by the feeling of the tip of the thick strap pressing against your entrance. 

“Is this what you want, pet?” She asked, slowly inching inside you. “Want to be stuffed full of my cock?”

“F-fuck, ye-yes Mommy,” You groaned as Wanda bottomed out inside you, your insides buzzed at the feeling. “Want you to breed me Mommy, please.”

“That’s my pretty pet,” Wanda started pumping her strap in and out of you, your back arching to give her more access. She gripped your hips, the sound of skin slapping against each other filling the room mixed with your moans. Wanda gripped your hair, pulling you up so your back was against her front. You moaned, legs starting to give out under you as you were brought closer to the edge. “Are you getting closer, baby?”

“Y-yes, Mommy,” You almost screamed as Wanda’s hand drifted down to circle your clit. “Mommy, I’m gonna- Can I cum?”

“Good girl,” Wanda kissed the side of your neck, quickly trailing up to nibble on your earlobe. Wanda pulled out completely, bringing a fresh round of tears down your face. You were so worked up and sensitive, you didn’t even know if you had it left in you to cum. Her strong arms turned you back around, and picked you up into her arms, carrying you into your shared bedroom. She let you down on your bed, holding your legs open and pressing them into your chest. “Do you wanna cum, baby?”

You looked at her, wide teary eyes begging for a release. “Please, Mommy.”

“You did so good for me,” Wanda started slowly sliding inside of you once again. “You look so pretty all spread out for me, look how pretty your pussy looks stretched around my cock.”

“Mommy,” You whined, it wouldn’t take long to send you over the edge and her words were making it embarrassingly easy. She started thrusting into you at a steady pace, your nails digging into her skin. 

“I’m gonna fill you up so pretty,” She said, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

“Please,” You moaned, trying to buck your hips up to meet her thrusts. “Please, Mommy, let me cum, please please please.”

Wanda reached down to play with your clit once more, making you scream out in pleasure. “Cum for me angel,” Wanda released the cum into you, the feeling of it sending you plunging over the edge.

“You did so good for me, baby,” Wanda encouraged, helping you ride out your orgasm as your body shook with the overdue release. “Look so pretty cumming for me.”

“All for you, Mommy,” You mumbled as Wanda rubbed your thighs up and down, slowly removing her strap. She watched as the cum leaked out of you, resisting the urge to fuck it back into you. 

“Good girl,” Her praise made you feel so warm, her soft voice making you feel hazier than ever. Her lips trailed down your leg, until she leaned over you, pushing the hairs stuck to your sweat covered face back. “So good for me.”

“Mommy,” Your voice was hoarse, Wanda’s lips trailed up to yours, connecting them in a slow, soft kiss. 

“Let me go get you some water and a cloth to clean you up, my love,” She said, continuing to tuck your hair behind your ear. You wrapped your arms around her body, collecting all your strength to keep her close.

“No,” You whined, feeling tears fill your eyes. “Don’t leave.”

“I’ll be right back,” She promised, lifting you so she could reposition you higher up on the bed. “You won’t even notice I’m gone, baby.”

“But,” You let her pull back but still held her close to you. “What about you?”

“We can leave that for the morning,” She said, kissing your cheek and lifting your chin so you looked at her. You held onto her, feeling guilty she didn’t get anything out of this. “You know how much I love making you feel good.”

She poked your sides, making you squirm under her. “Are you sure?”

She kissed the tip of your nose, leaning back so she could go to the bathroom to grab something to clean you up with. “We have all night and all weekend, you don’t have to worry.”

Wanda quickly moved to the bathroom, coming back moments later with a glass full of water and a damp towel. She was soft with her touches, making sure she didn’t press too hard as she cleaned up the mess she’d made of you. 

“You’re so pretty,” She cooed as she tossed the cloth to the floor and leaned in to connect your lips. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I’m the luckiest,” You answered before she settled next to you. You cuddled into her side slowly sipping the water she brought for you. You watched as she scrolled through food delivery apps looking for where to order for dinner. Your hand drifted to Wanda’s thigh, drawing light patterns onto the exposed skin. 

“What do you want for dinner, baby?” She asked, turning the phone to you but you were busy pressing kisses onto her collarbones. She felt you squeeze her thigh as you sat up.

You settled yourself between her thighs and started to kiss down her body with renewed energy. Wanda smirked, readjusting so you could more easily get to where you wanted to. 

“I could think of something.”

[nats-firefly]

livestream

camgirl!wanda maximoff x reader

summary: your girlfriend has a stream, and you watch it like the good partner that you are. when she’s done she comes to you to finish her off.

warnings: camgirl!wanda, voyeurism, strap-on use (wanda receiving), powerbottom!wanda, mommy kink, swearing, hair pulling, smut 18+ only

a/n: another repost! sorry it took me a bit to post, life's been a little crazy

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words: 1.7k | feedback is always welcome | masterlist

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“Hey, babe,” You yelled into your apartment. “I’m home.”

“Hi baby,” Wanda purred, pausing in front of you so you could admire what she was wearing. Your mouth watered as you took in the sight in front of you. Your eyes raked up her body, admiring the way her thigh highs hugged her thighs perfectly, followed by the pretty and sheer white lingerie set and bustier she had on. Her neck was adorned with a simple pearl necklace that matched her iridescent light makeup look. “How do I look?”

“Delicious,” You replied, pulling her into you by her waist as she laughed. Your lips connected to her neck as your hands roamed down to grab her ass. She moaned against your lips, scratching the base of your scalp before sliding her hands down to the front of your chest and pushing you away.

“Careful, you’ll ruin my makeup,” She whined, turning away to look at herself in the mirror hanging on the wall, and smiling once she made sure everything was still perfectly in place. “I’m about to stream.”

“Oh,” You said, pulling her in once again and smirking down at her. She looked at you with a playful grin, fingers playing with the buttons on your shirt. “Tell me I get to help with this one.”

She fake pouted, leaning up on the tip of her toes to give you a small peck. “Not this time.”

“Baby,” You whined, pulling her back by her hips when she tried to walk away, but not before admiring the way her ass looked in that thong. You kissed down the side of her neck, making her whine when you grazed your teeth over her soft skin. “Please, baby.”

“As much as I wish I could,” She took your arms and unwrapped them from around herself. “You’ve helped with every stream in the past month, to the point I’ve been getting comments that they want me by myself.”

You fake pouted, giving her your best puppy dog eyes, to which she laughed and cupped your cheek. “Next time baby,” She turned away and walked towards your spare room, which she used as her studio. She draped her long hair over her shoulder then looked back at you. “But there’s no one saying you can’t watch.”

She closed the door with a wink, leaving you slack jawed standing in the hallway. You snapped yourself out of it and moved to the couch, settling down and clicking on the app your girlfriend was about to get naked on.

You met Wanda long after she started her career as a cam girl, in fact, you subscribed to her and it was only a coincidence you ended up meeting at that club one night. Your relationship had been fast since then, you were completely infatuated with one another, and soon enough you’d moved in together. Wanda has only ever made you happy, and being a camgirl was her job. You didn’t think it was a big deal if she continued doing it and you sure as hell had fun helping her out with it.

Soon enough, you saw her face show up on the app. She started out with her usual routine, explaining the tip goals for her to do anything like usual. You watched her tips come in, enjoying the way she looked on the screen. Wanda started off playing with her chest over her bra, her soft moans making you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, eyes glued to the way you could see her nipples harden through the sheer fabric. 

It wasn’t long until Wanda reached her first tip goal, meaning she would be taking her top off. You leaned forward in anticipation, watching as her tits spilled out of her bra. It didn’t matter how many times you’d watched her do this exact action, how many times you’d watched her tits bounce in front of you, every time was captivating. Her body was perfect, she was a goddess, and you were her devotee. You couldn’t get enough of her.

Your hand gripped the phone as she smirked at the camera and started shimmying her underwear off, you clenched your jaw and swallowed hard. She is breathtaking. You watched as Wanda showed herself off in different angles, lightly playing with herself and going slightly further every time she hit another tip goal.

“Fuck, Wanda,” You groaned as she switched her camera angle to show right between her legs. Wanda leaned back hand working between her thighs. You watched her dainty manicured fingers start circling her clit, moans filling the room. Her pussy was already soaked from her playing with herself, and knowing you were watching her drove her insane. She couldn’t care less about the tips coming in, or how many people were watching, the only person she cared about watching her was you. All her streams got better since she met you.

She brought herself closer and closer to the edge, her hips bucking up into her touch. You could feel your temperature rise, like steam coming up from your shoulders. You couldn’t wait until she was done. You watched as Wanda’s back arched in pleasure followed by the loud moan coming from her studio. 

“Fuck,” Wanda moaned, the same way she does when your strap is inside her and you knew at that moment exactly what she was thinking about. And like a good partner, you’d make sure she gets what she wants after a long day at work. 

You went into your room and put on Wanda’s favorite strap, the one that was private to the two of you, the one you knew made goosebumps erupt all over her skin. When you came out, it was just in time to settle back on the couch before she came out of her studio, clad in her fluffy pink robe. Wanda strutted over to you, moving to stand between your knees. You looked up at her with a lazy grin. She smiled down at you, fingertips trailing your shoulder.

“Did you like the stream?” She asked, biting her lip. Wanda didn’t need your validation but she wanted it.

“I fucking loved it, baby,” You answered honestly, grabbing her hand and playing with her fingers, scooting closer to the edge of the couch to run your hand up her legs through the slit of her robe. “You look so perfect.”

Wanda laughed, hand running through your hair as you tried snuggling your way to her skin through her robe. “You think so?”

“Oh yeah,” Your hand slid up higher to her inner thigh, squeezing her soft flesh. Wanda pulled your head away from her by your hair until your back was flush against the back pillow on the couch. She leaned over you, her face mere inches away from yours. Wanda’s eyes flicked down to the bulge on your pants before she smirked up at you.

“Aw,” She giggled, straddling your lap then sliding her hand down to grab your jaw. “Did that make you horny, baby?”

You groaned, her hips starting a slow rhythm against yours. She tilted her head to the side, gaze sending a wave of heat straight to your core. “You wanna fuck me so bad you went to get your strap, baby? What a good toy, didn’t even have to ask.”

Your hands gripped her hips as you fought against her hold on your jaw to kiss her. Her lips were just out of reach, she was holding you in place just because she knew she could.

“Wan,” You moaned trying to hold her closer. “Please.”

“Please, what?” She asked, leaning her face closer to you.

“Please let me fuck you,” You said, lips attaching to her jaw the second she let up her grip. She moaned as you continued kissing down to her neck, nails scratching against your scalp when your teeth grazed her skin. “Please, I want to make you cum on my cock.”

Wanda felt a shiver run down her back at your words. You always knew exactly what to say. She pulled your head back once again, lifting herself off your lap just enough so you could pull the strap out. You knew what to do.

“Tell me what you were thinking about,” She rasped, sinking down on the strap. “Tell Mommy what you were thinking about while you were watching me.”

“Fuck, Mommy,” Wanda moaned at the title, starting to bounce on your lap. You reached up and slid the robe down her shoulders, giving yourself a perfect view of her tits. “I was thinking about this.”

You looked up at her as she threw her head back, Your hands on her hips guiding her movements. “Thinking about how much I wanted to see you bouncing on my cock,” You bit down softly on the soft flesh of her chest, making her moan out and hold you closer. “How pretty you look cumming for me.”

Wanda moaned out, her movements growing faster and sloppier the longer you continued. You gripped her hips harder, pulling her down roughly in just the way she liked. “Are you gonna cum for me, Mommy?”

Wanda gripped your hair, rolling her hips in search for more. You knew exactly what she wanted and were fast to react, putting your mouth on her nipple and pinching the other one between your fingers. Wanda moaned loudly, arching her back in pleasure as the strap hit her in just the right way. 

“Fuck, baby,” She moaned. “I-I’m gonna-”

You pushed her up almost until the strap was fully out before pulling her down in one last thrust, making her scream out in pleasure as her orgasm overtook her. Her body shook as you helped her through her high, enjoying all the sounds she made for you. She tiredly slumped against your shoulder, heavy breathing and eyelids threatening to close.

“Baby,” She mumbled, you hummed at her to continue as you ran your hand through her hair. “I think that was the best thing we’ve ever done.”

[nats-firefly]

blackmail

professor!natasha romanoff x student!reader

summary: it’s a regular morning, you wake up in your professor’s bed, she’s having coffee on the balcony and you look good enough to eat. when you get home there’s an important email waiting for you.

warnings: prof!nat, legal age gap, exhibitionism kinda, oral (r giving), ass eating briefly (r giving), power bottom!nat, boob fondling, strap on use (nat receiving), breeding kink, blackmail, smut 18+ only

a/n: kinktober repost! i think i'll be able to finish a new fic for the end of the month but we'll see how things go, i'm quite busy

🚩 warnings are clearly stated please do not report/flag :) 🚩

words: 1.4k | feedback is always welcome | masterlist

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The bright light in the room is what woke you up. Your arms searched the cover for her but found nothing, which wasn’t an unusual feat but you were in her huge home and weren’t sure if you could find your way out without her. You groaned as you stretched the morning haziness out of your limbs before sitting up and rubbing your eyes in an attempt to get them to adjust to the light. 

You found her sitting on the balcony. Her body was only covered by a maroon silk robe and by the way her perky nipples fought against the fabric you could tell that was the only thing shielding her body from you. You licked your lips, her taste from the night before still lingering on your tongue only reminding you that you want more. You looked around the floor, spotting your sports bra and sweatpants discarded on either side of the bed; that’s all you really need. 

“Good morning,” You said, stepping out onto the balcony. Natasha looked up at you, ignoring the way her breath caught in the back of her throat when she looked at you. You smirked as you leaned in over the small deck table to kiss her. Natasha almost chased after you, craving your lips on her skin once again.

“Good morning,” She purred looking up at you. She motioned to the coffee cup in front of her, you thought it was sweet she also brought you a mug. You took it, placing it on top of the railing then bringing your hands over your head for a big stretch, grunting as you felt your back stretch out. 

Natasha’s eyes raked over you, taking in every detail of your body with a predatory gaze. She watched as your back twitched, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip when she heard your grunt, memories from when you thrust your strap into her last night so beautifully fresh in her memory. Her eyes wandered down past your waistband, eyes widening when she noticed the bulge waiting for her underneath the fabric. 

“What have you got there?” She asked, unfolding her legs from under her. 

“What do you mean?” You asked, taking a sip of the coffee and looking out over her backyard. Your eyes wandered to behind the tall hedges around her yard, wondering if there were any neighbors around. You’re not sure if you’d make it to her bed. 

When you turned back to her, she was approaching you, leaning into your side and joining you in looking over the balcony. She loosened the robe belt, turning to you and grabbing the mug out of your hands to place on the table. She pushed you into the railing when you turned around, hand grabbing the strap over your sweatpants. 

“You know exactly what I mean,” Her lips kissed yours hungrily, scratching her nails against your scalp. Your hands gripped her hips, pulling her into you so that she could feel the strap. Just by the size of it Natasha knew it was the one with the cum reservoir. Her skin bubbled with goosebumps, making her pull away with dilated pupils. “I need you to fuck me.”

You moved to pull her into the bedroom but she stopped you, hungry gaze in her eyes. “Here?”

“Now,” Your eyes darkened, pulling her in by her robe belt, untying it as she moved closer to you. You gripped her hips under her robe, kissing her deeply before pulling her way and flipping her to face the railing. 

“Careful,” She warned, reaching back to reach the back of your neck to pull you closer, feeling the strap press deliciously into her ass. “Now fuck me like only you know how.”

She slid her robe down her shoulders to pool at her feet, your mouth watering as you took her body in. You pressed closer to her again, lips meeting the skin on her neck as your hands traveled up her front to her chest. She moaned and threw her head back onto your shoulders as you sucked on her skin, your fingers working her nipples, sending electric shocks through her body. 

You continued kissing down her back, Natasha’s knuckles turning white as she gripped the trailing. You kissed over the curve of her ass, sliding your hands along to grab a handful of each cheek. Your tongue flattened over her hole, her hips twitching to meet your touch. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” Natasha growled, back arching in pleasure. Your tongue swirled over her most sensitive part and she swore she could’ve cum right there. You gave her one last swipe of your tongue before reaching further down, prodding her cunt with your tongue. Natasha moaned, adjusting her position to give you more access. “Enough.”

Natasha willed herself to pull away from you, pulling you up and pushing you against the wall. “I need you inside me.” 

Natasha pulled your sweatpants down, pulling the strap out. You took a moment to react, hands immediately finding her hips. “Natasha, we’re outside.”

“I have hedges for a reason.” Your grip on her hips tightened before you turned her around and bent her over the table, her dripping pussy making it easy to slide the large dildo into her.

Natasha moaned loudly, the stretch in her core sending another round of goosebumps all over her skin. Her back arched, pushing back into you as you started to move in and out of her. “Love being stretched out by my cock don’t you?”

Natasha moaned again, eyes rolling to the back of her head as the tip of the strap nudged her in just the right place. “You know how to fuck me so well, baby,” She replied, voice airy and smooth. “Feels so good.”

You gripped her hips, thrusting into her deeper and harder, making her scream out in pleasure. Natasha gripped the edge of the table, moaning the closer she got. “Baby,” She moaned, core tightening with every movement. “I’m gonna cum.”

“M’ gonna fill you up baby,” You continued moving, before pulling her up tight against you. She moaned as your hand slid around to her front and between her legs, fingers playing with her clit. “Gonna make your pussy a pretty mess for me.”

Natasha gripped your arm, nails digging into your flesh as you dispensed the sticky substance into her. The feeling of your cum filling her up pushed her over the edge, her throat going raw as she screamed out in pleasure. You fucked her through her orgasm, kissing down her neck as she reached up to entangle her fingers in your hair.

When you pulled out the toy made a squelching sound, the cum mixed with her wetness flowing out of her. You turned her around and sat her down on the table, meeting her lips hungrily. Your fingers brushed her short hair back as she relaxed in your hold. 

“You’re good at that,” She mumbled, goosebumps littering her skin in the cold breeze. You chuckled, giving her one last peck on the cheek before pushing yourself away from her. 

“Let’s go inside,” You said. “There’s more where that came from.”

Natasha bit her lip, walking towards the bed on shaky legs. You followed her in, taking one last look outside, not able to shake the feeling of being watched.

—

When you got home and decided to check your emails for anything that had come up since your stay with your Professor, you noticed a new email from an unknown sender.

Dear Y/N Y/L/N, You should be more careful of what you do outdoors. I’d hate to have to send this to the Dean, you’re a good student and Professor Romanoff is a damn good academic. I wonder what would happen to her reputation if this ever came out. Don’t make me be the bad guy. Professor Maximoff 7 Attachments

As you clicked through the attached pictures your heart dropped to your stomach, you saw pictures of you and Natasha on her balcony. At first just having coffee, but the pictures soon turned to her naked, you on your knees, Natasha’s blissed out face leaned back with her full chest on display, your hand between her thighs. It was too much. You quickly replied.

I'll do anything for you to keep this under wraps.

Your leg bounced impatiently as you waited for a reply, your breath coming in shorter puffs, no oxygen reaching your brain. Your life was over. If this got sent out, you’d be kicked out of school, your scholarships would disappear, not to mention Natasha’s reputation would tank- ding. 

Perfect. Do me.

[nats-firefly]

she'll want the devil on her team

demon!natasha romanoff x reader

summary: what's an angel doing at a nightclub?

warnings: supernatural beings, bottom!nat, alcohol consumption, oral (r giving), fingering (r giving), mommy kink, strap on use (nat receiving), smut 18+ only

a/n: repost from kinktober!

🚩 warnings are clearly stated please do not report/flag :) 🚩

words: 1.4k | feedback is always welcome | masterlist

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The room spun around you as you walked through the crowded space. Lights flashed all around you and the music was so loud it shook you to your bones. You were tiptoeing on the line between fun and over-stimulation, enjoying the sweet spot between wanting to go home and being too overwhelmed to do anything. You were having fun. 

It was after you lost your friends that you saw her. You’d drifted away from them while you were dancing, getting caught up in the music. There was a light around her, and when you made eye contact, nothing could explain the attraction you felt towards her. Not just to the way she looked, but you felt like there was something pulling you right from your core.

She was ethereal. There were goosebumps all over your body, you don’t think you’d ever seen someone so beautiful. Even in the dark club, she was clear as day. You could look at her forever. Her green eyes stared up at you unblinking, there was a glint in her eye you’d never seen in anyone before. 

Her touch was featherlight on your face, you couldn’t hear the music around you anymore. When did she get so close? You didn’t want to look away. You didn’t want her to disappear. You licked your lips, hey eyes shifted down to your lips then back up to your eyes. Your hands rested on her waist and it was like you sobered up. She was so beautiful. You were completely entranced.

“Hi,” Her voice was soft but you heard her loud and clear. “I’m Natasha.”

“Are you an angel?” She giggled, looking down for a second then looking back up. Your grip on her waist tightened. You want to hear that again. 

“Something like that,” She said, stepping closer to you, her lips mere inches away from yours. You breathed her in, she tasted like rain on a hot summer day, cool and refreshing, satiating. You can’t get enough. Your lips touch in the next second, and you don’t remember when or how you get back to your apartment. 

The next thing you do remember is Natasha. Bare and naked on your bed. She looked angelic, she was an angel. You could see her wings fanning out from her back. It was a sight to see. You climbed over her body, hesitant to rest your weight over her wings. Natasha was shy, not wanting to meet your eyes while she was so vulnerable to you. 

You tilted her chin up to meet your eyes, her lips parting as your thumb swiped over her pink bottom lip. 

“I knew there was something about you,” Natasha met your eyes then, watching you watch her, taking in your every movement. Your hands trailed down from her chin, down her neck and over her shoulder to run your fingers over her fluffy wings. 

“This doesn’t freak you out?” She asked, leaning up on her elbows. You kissed down her neck, chuckling into her skin. Your teeth grazed the skin on her chest, making her hiss and arch her back into your touch. Her hand entangled itself in your hair, holding you onto her. Your tongue circled her perked nipple, making Natasha hang her head back in pleasure. 

“Does it seem like it freaks me out?” You asked, continuing to kiss down her body until your mouth was right between her legs. You peeked up at her before licking one long stripe up her slit. Natasha bit down on her lip, opening her legs wider for you. 

“That’s good to hear,” Shehalf moaned as your mouth connected with her dripping cunt. Her taste coulded your senses. She was the best you’d ever had, you’d barely started and already wanted more of her. If you were to die at that moment you’d die happy. “If you were to die right here I’ll take you with me.”

You looked up at her, pulling back with strings of her wetness connecting your chin to her pussy. You licked your lips, smirking at her. “I just don’t think I’d go to heaven, doll.”

You slid your hand up her inner thigh, circling your thumb on her clit, a heavenly moan breaking through her lips. Your lips met her soft skin on her thigh, kissing your way up as you slipped two fingers into her. When your lips met her core again, Natasha’s grip on your head was different. Her nails scratched against your scalp, making you moan into her. You sucked her clit into your mouth, an ungodly attractive sound leaving her perfect lips. 

When you looked back up at her from between her thighs, her hair seemed redder, her cheeks more flushed, and you noticed the small white feathers raining down all around you. You pulled your mouth away from her but continued pumping your fingers, curling them in just the way that pulled the most beautiful sounds from her. You felt her pussy clench around your fingers and it didn’t take much more than your thumb on her clit to send her over the edge. 

As her back arched and her body twitched with her orgasm you watched her transform. Her wings shed their feathers, revealing black, smooth wings underneath that crackled open with one last curl of your fingers. You weren’t afraid, your eyes darkened and your core tightened. 

Natasha suddenly sat up with one swoosh of her large wings, teeth sharpened and gleaming right at you as she eyed you from mere inches below you.

“Something makes me think that’s not where I had in mind either,” She said, pushing you down onto the bed, climbing up your body and grinding down onto the strap around your hips. “Changed your mind, sweetheart?”

“Not a chance in Hell,” You answered, Natasha’s fangs showing up once again. She lifted her hips, aligning your strap to her entrance before sinking down on it. Her devilish moans filled the room as she bounced on your cock, her perfect tits moving right above your head. 

“Your cock feels so good inside me,” She moaned, running her hands up your chest to sink her nails into, almost drawing blood. You didn’t care if she did. “Fills me up so good.”

“Natasha,” You moaned, bucking your hips up to meet her movements. Natasha arched her back, hand wrapping around your throat before she looked down at you, eyes almost glowing red as she sped up her movements. 

“God, I’m gonna cum,” She breathed out, keeping her gaze on you, her grip tightening around your throat needing one last thing to send her over the edge.

Your hands reached up to grope her tits, pinching her nipples between your fingers. “Cum for me, Mommy.”

Natasha’s eyes looked down at you and glowed bright red, her wings splaying out behind her as she came on your cock, her arousal spilling our of her onto the sheets. Her loud moans echoed around the walls, the room becoming hotter as you watched her wings start smoking. She continues bouncing on your strap, move aggressively now, chasing another orgasm. 

Her nails gripped onto your skin, desperately moaning as you continued meeting her movements, appreciating the view on top of you. 

“Are you gonna cum for me again, Mommy?” You asked, holding her hips down just in time for her to cum again, this time making her hair catch fire almost completely. You weren’t concerned about burning down the building, all you cared about was this deity’s pleasure. She’s the most perfect being you’d ever seen. “So beautiful.”

Natasha’s hair came back to normal shortly after she rode out her orgasm, letting it drape over you as she leaned over to kiss you. 

“You think I’m perfect?” She asked so delicately you almost missed it. Her eyes were glued onto yours like the next words out of your mouth would be the most important things she’d ever hear in her life. You sat up, holding her waist close to you. Natasha’s eyes drifted down to your chest, noticing the scratches she;d left there. “I hurt you.”

You took her hands in yours. “You’re perfect.”

Natasha looked up from your chest, eyes glimmering in the dim light of your bedroom. She leaned in, and you closed your eyes ready to taste her lips again. 

And just like that, with a fiery flash, she was gone, the only trace of her being the burning feathers sizzling around your room.

[nats-firefly]

my train could take you home

part 1 of bent right to your wind | main masterlist

vampire!natasha romanoff x witch!reader x vampire!wanda maximoff

summary: everyone has mixed feeling going back to their hometown, what you didn't expect were the people you ended up running into

warnings: vampires, magical powers, tension, mentions of blood, death, and grief, church, prayer, disrespect towards religious figures, no smut but as with all my other works 18+ only

words: 2.6k | feedback is always welcome

You take a deep breath as you look down at the map on your passenger seat. You wanted to make sure your return to the small town was absolutely necessary. All of your most treasured and simultaneously painful memories lived in the cobblestone paths and surrounding woods. A faint purple fog surrounded your steering wheel as you checked the geological map, trusting your centuries worth of practicing magic to keep you safe. 

“Why do blood crystals only exist in this fucking town?” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. You took control of the steering wheel once again as your car shook from the cobblestone road. 

An eerie chill ran down your back as you drove through town, the buildings still looked suspiciously well preserved. To anyone else, this looked like any other small historical town; brick buildings lining the narrow cobbled streets. Everything seemed so monotone now, you don’t remember it being this way. 

As you turned the corner, your stomach knotted and you felt like you needed to throw up. You cleared your throat, resisting the urge to heave your breakfast up. The small church surrounded by an equally small cemetery made the hairs at the back of your neck stand up. You parked your car across the street, turning your head to face the building still standing after all this time. 

“What am I doing here?” You groaned to yourself, your fingers tingling with a purple glow. You clenched your fists for a second, before relaxing again, then frowned at your hands. What the hell? The last time you had to deal with subconsciously showing your powers you were just starting out. Right behind that church. A glimmer in the surrounding woods caught the corner of your eye and you snapped your head towards it. There was nothing.

Maybe you were just imagining things. 

Right as you faced forward to pull away, another glint. You were definitely not imagining it. You glued your eyes to the spot, the sound of your car door slamming shut made you flinch. You hadn’t realized you got out of the car. You could hear your heartbeat increase with every step you took. 

Your hands felt warm, and without even glancing at them, you could tell faint streaks of purple circled your fingers. You took another deep breath, trying to focus on the spot in front of you. There was another glint, it shone right into your corneas. It was so bright you wanted to bring your hand up to shield your eyes.

And then, suddenly, as soon as it appeared, it was gone. You stopped mid step, the ground underneath you a different texture as you heard your shoe scrape against something rough. You looked down and quickly stepped aside with a gasp, you accidentally stepped on a small rectangular gravestone. 

“Crap, sorry…” You groaned, stepping back. Your eyes scanned for the name of who was buried there, wanting to apologize. You crouched down, wiping the grass off the stone. You fell backwards as your whole body went rigid. Your breath picked up and your ears started ringing. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you clutched your chest with one hand and supported yourself with the other. You swallowed hard, slowly standing back up. As your eyes stung with tears, you struggled to croak out the name you hadn’t spoken in centuries. “Sorry, Wands.” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat. You weren’t planning on coming to see Wanda, it had been almost 300 years since she died. You felt like you moved on. At least you told yourself you did. You never again had a friend as close to your heart as Wanda. You didn’t want to reopen the wounds you worked so hard to heal. 

The fact you stepped right on Wanda’s grave was enough to creep you out, but what upset you more than anything was that you felt no connection to this gravestone. Even with the surrounding strangers you could feel some sort of energy emanating from each person eternally laid to rest. And from Wanda, someone you once loved and deeply cared for, you felt nothing. It was as if she was never there in the first place. 

You wanted to barf. As you turned away from the gravestone, you decided to go into the church. You were here anyway, might as well revisit your roots. The sound of your shoes against the floor of the old church echoed in the space. You looked around, noticing the small differences to uphold the structural soundness of the building. You walked to the back corner, deciding to light a candle. As you lit the small prayer candle, you heard faint century old footsteps sound behind you.

It was late at night, you pulled your shawl tighter around your shoulders as you took refuge in the slightly warmer church. You walked a few steps closer to the altar, bowing your head and making the sign of the cross. As you made your way to the back of the church, your tears uncontrollably rolled down your cheeks once more. You don’t remember a time you weren’t crying. 

You internally prayed to any higher being who would hear you, you felt hopelessly lost without Wanda. She was part of every aspect of your life. Now she was gone, and you didn’t have a chance to say goodbye. Now every night without fail, you took solace in the church, hoping that wherever Wanda was, she was okay and at peace. You hoped the peace she took from you brought her comfort in whatever form of afterlife there was. 

You dragged your feet to the closest pew, your already bruised knees from your constant attendance sending a sharp pain up your body. 

“Dear Heavenly Father,” You silently prayed, clasping your hands together as tight as you could make them. As you continued your prayer, you felt a pair of eyes on you, the same you’ve noticed every night. “Please, God, please let her be okay,” Your shoulders shook with sobs. “Please, whatever happened to her, let her be at rest,” You wiped your cheeks with the back of your hands. “Or bring her back to me, my lord. I need her, I need my best fr—” You knew you were more than that. “I need my Wanda.” You opened your eyes just enough to see your tear stains on the wood in front of you. “Amen.”

“Oh honey, God isn’t gonna help you with that,” Your eyes snapped open with a gasp, the one whose observant eyes belonged to now sitting at the other end. “Your faith astounds me. Every night you walk in here, begging for your Wanda back,” You frowned, you didn’t like the way her name sounded coming from her mouth. “But you know she’s buried right out front. So why do you come in here? Why don’t you stay out there with her?”

You sniffled, still frowning at the overconfident attractive woman sitting a few feet away from you. You opened your mouth to speak, unsure of what you’d say. You closed your mouth. Why did you come in here every night? What has God ever done for you besides taking your Wanda? You looked down at the wood between you as you sat on the seat, hearing the sound of raindrops against the large windows.

“You have a powerful energy,” She says, leaning towards you. “You have so much potential. I’m Dorothea.”

Dorothea passed on all her knowledge to you before she decided her life cycle was over. The corner of your lips tugged upwards as you remembered when she recruited you. Dorothea turned into a better mother figure than your own. She taught you everything you knew and every time you felt your power flowing through your body, you knew a part of her was with you too.

Your heart felt full as you walked back to your car. It felt weird. You once felt comfort here because of your faith; now you feel comfort there because of your power. You barely noticed Wanda’s grave as you walked back to your car, sending it a quick glance before looking ahead. 

She didn’t linger here. You had to take comfort in that. You took a shallow breath. You had to.

It didn’t take long to get to the hotel from the church. It didn’t take long to get anywhere in the small town. The second you got out of your car, you felt eyes on you. Everywhere you looked there was at least one person who turned their head. You swallowed hard as you pulled your bag out of the trunk of the car, looking behind you sharply catching two strangers staring right at you. The sound of the trunk closing echoed in the space, dispersing any lingering looks, you never liked the center of attention. 

The large building of the hotel seemed to be built long ago; it wasn’t there the last time you were in town, but you estimate the construction started not too long after you left. The air was surprisingly cold inside, it carried a weird energy you couldn’t quite pinpoint. 

Your shoes clicked against the marbled floor as you made your way to the check-in desk. You took in the wall behind the counter, the intricate pattern almost comes to life with its flowing curves and surprising depth; the more you looked at it, the more detail you found. The front desk clerk rounding the corner to the front desk caught your attention. Her face seemed slightly paler than it was supposed to be and her hair was slightly tousled. Her blood stained shirt collar gave her away. When you turned your face to catch the more lingering looks sent your way you were finally able to pinpoint the weird energy you felt earlier. 

You were in a hotel full of vampires.

Not everyone in the room was one, you could tell some of them were human; you could feel their lively energy and they stood out as tourists more than the others. They seemed comfortable here. Centuries worth of comfortable. You never noticed them before. The clerk called you up, you checked in seamlessly. 

“You have a beautiful view,” She said, sliding the keycard over to you. “The most ocean any of us get around here.”

“Oh? The website didn’t advertise an ocean view,” You said, taking it back with your ID and credit card. 

“That’s because calling it an ocean view is pushing it,” She laughed. “The town is surrounded by cliffs, and this is a three story building, if you squint you can catch a glimpse of it past the tree line.”

“I’ll keep an eye out then,” You smiled, finally putting your documents back in your bag. “Thank you.”

As you turned to leave the counter, you walked straight into someone. You stumbled back apologetically, almost tripping over your own bag in the process, but luckily the beautiful stranger caught you. Her cold, strong grip sent chills down your spine.

“Oh God,” You said, standing back up, face heating in embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, dear,” Her grip lingered even after you were steady on your feet. “Glad I caught you.”

The redhead smiled at you, shamelessly roaming her eyes over your face. She was hypnotizing. Your body felt warm, lighter, almost as if you were floating just slightly above the ground. You stepped out of her grip, grounding yourself once again. 

“Thank you…” You trailed off, not breaking eye contact.  

“Natasha,” She replied. You smiled. Her hand came up to your face, delicate fingers brushing against your cheekbone before tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Natasha,” You repeated, bringing your hand up to hers. Despite her delicate touch, her hand was strong, unwavering. She opened her mouth to ask your name, your eyes followed her lips. Pink, delicate, soft. “Y/N.”

“I can help you with your bags,” She said, taking the opportunity to look you up and down.

“It’s okay,” You gripped the handle, biting the inside of your lip. “I’m a big girl, I can do it myself.”

She smirked, a light hum leaving her throat. “Welcome to Willowcrest,” She replied, starting to walk past you before leaning in close to your ear. Her lips met your cheek. “Y/N.”

Before she could walk away you reached out your arm, stopping her midstep. “Anywhere you'd recommend for lunch?”

Natasha smirked. Her answer wasn’t tasteful. “There’s a cute diner down the street,” She turned towards you again. “I have lunch plans, unfortunately,” Her eyes subtly drifted to the front desk clerk helping another set of guests who had just arrived, before drifting back to your neck. She thought the way you wore your hair up was indecent. It made her mouth water. “I can give you a tour around town tonight though, I’ve always thought the town looks better in the dark.”

“You live here?” You wondered, she felt confident enough in the space you sensed she was a local. 

“My family owns part of the hotel,” Her eyes dipped down to your lips before moving back up to your eyes. Natasha couldn’t pinpoint why you felt so different. “We all live here.”

“I’ll take you up on that tour then, Natasha.” The two of you exchanged numbers before you finally made your way up to your room. It was by no means the most luxurious room in the hotel, but it was nice. The bathroom was a decent size, the bed looked comfortable.

You set your bags on the floor just in time for your stomach to growl. As you straightened back up, the view out the window caught your attention. The clerk was right. You could just make out the glimmer of the sun against the water of the ocean in the horizon, just barely over the tops of the conifer trees of the surrounding boreal forest. You walked over to the window, cracking it open. The fresh air was cool, it brought a new color to the stale air of the room. 

When you made your way to the lobby, you spotted Natasha by the clerk that helped you. Her gaze lingered on the clerk’s collar and you wondered if the clerk was her lunch plans. You lowered your sunglasses as you stepped outside, the bright sunlight warming you down to your bones. 

As you walked down the street to the diner, you felt a weird sense of belonging. This town was the closest you could call to a hometown. You had to move around pretty often, never able to stay at a place for more than a few years. Sometimes because you got bored, and others because you did something suspicious. It was almost… nice.

The bell rang as you opened the door to the diner, some heads turned your way but not many. You wouldn’t expect a diner out of all places to be filled with vampires. You sat down at a booth in the back, a waitress handed you a menu and a glass of water before going back to another customer to give you some time with the menu. 

You heard it then. The sweet, angelic sound of an unforgettable laugh that made your heart stop and your body go cold. Your hands gripped the menu you were holding, your palms warming. 

You took a deep breath, your stomach knotted. 

It’s not her, it can’t be her. She’s dead. Surely it’s just someone else with a similar laugh. 

When you put your menu down, you locked eyes with green ones. The green eyes you never thought you’d see again. 

“Wanda?”

[nats-firefly]

bent right to your wind

vampire!wanda maximoff x vampire!natasha romanoff x witch!reader

summary: when you return to your hometown 300 years later, you're shocked with who you find. being a witch in a town full of vampires brings the kind of attention you're not sure you want. a journey of love, betrayal, and sacrifice ensues in an attempt to either fulfill or prevent the blood moon prophecy.

warnings: vampires, witches, smut, angst, blood, killing, violence, 18+ only (individual parts will have their specific warnings)

part 1 - my train could take you home part 2 - lost in your current like a priceless wine part 3 - the more that you say the less i know part 4 - i'm begging for you to take my hand part 5 - i could feel you sneaking in part 6 - wreck my plans part 7 - there was one prize i'd cheat to win

[nats-firefly]

the more that you say the less i know

part 3 of bent right to your wind | main masterlist

vampire!wanda maximoff x vampire!natasha romanoff x witch!reader

summary: things become more complicated between you, natasha and wanda. a dangerous prophecy is revealed.

warnings: blood, biting, blood sucking, blood consumption, vampires, witches, groping

a/n: took a while but here it is!

🚩 warnings are clearly stated please do not report/flag :) 🚩

words: 4.9k | feedback is always welcome

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Natasha held your face against hers, her hand softly cupping your chin as you kissed her back. Her lips were soft, gentle. You felt stuck in a trance as her tongue slipped into your mouth. Your hands slid up to her waist, pulling her into you. Natasha smiled against your lips, taking the opportunity to straddle your hips. 

Your heart beat loud in your chest, your hands drifting down to Natasha’s thighs. The redhead’s hand drifted down to your throat, making you moan against her lips. She trailed her lips down to your neck, her strong fingers expertly forcing your head to the side. You could feel her sharp fangs grazing along the length of your neck.

Natasha felt drunk on your scent, mouth watering the longer she spent nestled in the crook of your neck. Your hands entangled in her long red hair, pulling at the roots making her groan against your skin. You felt her hips grind against yours as you sighed in pleasure, holding her against you. Natasha wasn’t sure what took over her, she didn’t know if it was the way your nails scraped her scalp, or the way you trailed your hand down to her hip to pull her impossibly closer to you. Her fangs sank into your skin in the midst of lustful breathy moans, eliciting a surprised gasp from you, eyes previously shut in pleasure now wide open in shock.

Your shock was short-lived as Natasha’s actions suddenly caught up to her and she found the will to pull away. The redhead’s expression almost mirrored yours, her wide pitch black eyes threw you off, her previous vibrant green completely gone. She blinked, her color starting to come back as she relaxed once again.

“Fuck, I- I’m sorry,” She pushed your hair to the side to check on the damage she’d done to find the small marks on your neck has already faded to pink, almost invisible. She tilted her head before looking back at you.

“I heal fast,” You giggled, noticing a smear of your blood on the corner of her lip. You cupped her face, her breath hitching as she watched your eyes focus on the spot on her face and felt as your thumb wiped the blood from her skin. “You got something there.”

Your whole body burned as Natasha took the tip of your thumb past her lips, sucking the digit clean. Your mouth fell agape, her warm tongue swirling over your finger before she pulled back and released it with a smirk. 

“I’ve never tasted blood so sweet,” She said, leaning closer, eyes lingering on where her teeth had previously been. She felt her mouth water once again, the small amount she had eliciting an intense craving she never knew she could feel. She was hooked. 

“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” You answered truthfully, subtly pulling her closer. Your lips met hers once again, quickly evolving into something needier, more desperate. Natasha couldn’t get enough. Her lips once again trailed to your jaw and you could feel her hesitation in the way her body tensed atop yours. 

“You don’t have to be scared,” She pulled away at your voice as your hands found her hair again. “You can have another taste.”

“Are you sure?” Natasha’s eyes sparkled, mouth watering at the thought of tasting you again. You nodded, pulling her in once again, letting her tongue explore your mouth before you leaned your head back, letting her have unrestricted access to your neck.

She kissed down the column of your neck as her hands came up to your chest. Even over your shirt, her hands found the perfect spots that sent goosebumps down your arms and a moan past your lips. She smirked against your skin, enjoying the way her name sounded from your lips. Her tongue licked a stripe down your neck back to your pulse point. Her fangs sank into your skin once again, making your nails dig into her skin and your eyes roll to the back of your head as she sucked, the pain from your neck and pleasure from her hands on your chest driving you crazy. 

Natasha sucked fervently. A steady flow of your blood filling her mouth perfectly, keeping her in a trance. She could hear small moans from you, your grip on her faltering as you became light headed. She noticed your state and immediately pulled away, licking over your puncture wounds before she watched them heal over.

“Maybe that’s enough for today, don’t you think, sweetness?” She kissed your cheek as you blinked back into consciousness. You felt her thumbs brush over your nipples before she gave your tits one last squeeze. You moaned as her lips met yours again, her teeth tugging at your bottom lip. 

Your hands slid down to her arms as she pulled away from you, your eyes fluttering back open as you felt yourself quickly recovering. Natasha’s thumb ran over your bottom lip. “Let’s get you back to your room.”

-

Wanda felt guilty. She shouldn't. What she had with Yelena wasn’t anything serious, it was casual at best. So why did this knot in her stomach feel so heavy? Wanda sat on the couch of the lobby, picking at her nails as Yelena read a book next to her. Her hand made its way to Wanda’s thigh, breaking her concentration on her nails. Wanda slid Yelena’s hand off her thigh just as fast as it got there before crossing her legs, catching the other woman’s attention.

“What’s this about?” The blonde asked, turning to Wanda who kept her eyes on her hands.

“Nothing,” She answered, taking a breath and finally turning to her. “I’m just not feeling it tonight.”

“You’re not feeling my hand on your thigh?” She put her book down on her other side, watching as Wanda bit the inside of her cheek in nervousness. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the girl you walked in here hand in hand with, right?”

“You saw that?” Wanda asked, her head turning towards Yelena but refusing to make eye contact.

“Yeah, I saw it,” She answered. “Why are you so nervous about it?”

Wanda finally looked up at her. “You know we’re not serious, it’s fine.”

“I know, it’s just-” Wanda was at a loss of words. She knew they weren’t serious, but she still felt so guilty. “She means a lot to me.”

“How can she mean so much to you? Wanda, I’ve known you for almost a decade and I’ve never seen her.”

“I knew her from before,” She answered, feeling the need to defend you. “From before all this.”

“Oh, is she a vampire too?” Yelena was intrigued, it wasn’t often they ran into other vampires in this town.

“No, she’s a witch,” Wanda answered, Yelena’s demeanor changed almost instantly. 

“Wanda, you have to be careful,” The blonde warned. “Witches have ulterior motives, plus the blood moon is coming up, I wouldn’t get too close.”

“Yelena, she’s my person,” Wanda wanted to have you in her arms again. “She wouldn’t hurt me.”

“That’s exactly why I’m telling you to be careful, you’re exactly the type of person she would need to get the chalice.”

Wanda was taken aback. You wouldn’t do that to her. But why else would you just show up right before the blood moon?

“Just be careful,” Yelena sighed. Wanda leaned back against the back of the couch, a concentrated furrow between her eyebrows. You seemed just as surprised to see her, but maybe you just tricked Wanda to think that. The brunette’s thoughts swirled in her head, you were the first witch she’d met. Wanda had been told they were wiped from existence a long time ago, before she even came back to town. She needed to find out why you were here.

—

“Are you gonna be okay for the night?” Natasha asked, her hand on your lower back guiding you down the hallway towards your door. You smiled, turning towards her once you reached your door.

“I think so,” You said, letting Natasha run her eyes over your body and pull you closer by your waist. You get lost in her green eyes for what feels like the millionth time that night, feeling all your thoughts melt away as you gazed into her eyes. 

“You sure?” Natasha’s back hit the wall as your bodies pressed together, you hadn’t even realized you were leaning into her. Not that you were complaining. Natasha let your hands roam, enjoying your touch against her skin. 

“Um,” You were at a loss for words again, Natasha’s presence was intense. You couldn’t remember why you wanted to be alone. 

The clearing of a throat brought you out of the moment. You didn’t catch Natasha’s eye roll as you turned towards Wanda, who was awkwardly standing in the hallway. She didn’t like seeing you this close to Natasha, and after the moment the two of you had shared earlier, she felt hurt. But she couldn’t blame you, the look you sent her from the elevator playing over and over again in her mind. 

“Wanda,” Her round eyes stared back at you, just as caught off guard by the scene in front of her. Your eyes fell to the floor, feeling as though you’d done something wrong. Your moment with Wanda in the woods replayed in your mind. This wasn’t like you, you were confused. Natasha looked between you and Wanda, a smug smirk on her face. 

“I’ll let you be then,” Natasha leaned in, her lips pressing against your cheek and lingering there as if to show off for Wanda. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You pried your eyes off the floor and sent Natasha a small smile, before turning towards your door. 

“Y/N,” Wanda said, reaching forward to keep you from going into your room. “Please, can we talk?”

You considered it, your brain felt overworked. You felt like you’d had enough for one day. “I’m tired, Wanda. Unlike you, I actually need sleep.”

“Please, Y/N,” Wanda persisted, your grip on the door handle faltering. “Let me explain—”

“Explain how you kissed me then acted like you didn’t know me?” You felt mad at her all over again. You didn’t like feeling mad at Wanda, but you were hurt, and you didn’t know how else to react.

“I was caught off guard,” Wanda answered, she tugged on your hand to make you look at her again. Wanda felt seen under your gaze. “It’s been three centuries, I never thought you coming back into my life was even a possibility.”

You finally met her gaze. You saw the sincerity in her eyes, and felt terrible for what you did with Natasha. You felt like you’d had an out of body experience. You remember wanting to do everything you did, but you couldn’t regret it more now. Your hand went up to wipe against your neck, you felt dirty. Wanda’s eyes followed your hand, her enhanced vision catching the faint bite mark on your skin. She felt a pang in her chest at the site. Natasha had gotten so much more of you than Wanda wanted anyone to have within such a short amount of time. 

“Do you wanna come in?” You hoped she would, you wanted the comfort of her embrace again. 

Wanda sent you a shy smile, nodding her head before you pushed the door open. She followed you in, taking the room in and smiling at how you’d made it feel so homey in such a short amount of time. 

“Make yourself comfortable, I’m just gonna change,” You said. You picked up a shirt and loose shorts from your duffel bag, before walking into the bathroom. With one wave of your arms over your body you cleaned up and got ready for bed. Wanda had just enough time to sit on the bed before you came out of the bathroom, clean and wearing your pajamas. She looked surprised. “What? I’m tired, I don’t wanna waste time taking a shower if I don’t have to.”

Wanda smiled, a small laugh falling from her lips. “Nothing, I just… forgot.”

You looked up at her as you took off your necklace, the old pendant making a clink as you set it down on the table.

“Is that,” Wanda started, standing up to look at the necklace closely. “Is this the necklace we stole?”

You looked down, suddenly embarrassed at your most prized possession. “Yes.”

Wanda ran her fingertips over the metal heart, remembering the day she realized she was in love with you. You’d been running around town all day, jumping between shops just because you could. The necklace had caught Wanda’s eyes but was way too expensive for her to afford. You snatched it before the store clerk kicked the two of you out and you ran to the woods. You gave Wanda the necklace, she wore it until the day she “died”.

“I can’t believe you still have it,” Wanda said, looking at you. She tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, raising your chin up to look at her.

“I like feeling you close to me,” You said, leaning closer to the other woman. Wanda smiled, pulling you closer to her. Your hand cupped her face, the warmth in your chest growing as you still took her in. You couldn’t believe you had her again. Then you felt terrible all over again. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” Wanda said. “Can we start over?”

Your thumb ran over her cheekbone, pulling her face closer to place a lingering kiss on her cheek. “Of course.”

Wanda held you close to her, she missed you more than words could explain. You felt it too. Your head rested against her shoulder, you felt at ease. Wanda’s chest shook as she chuckled at your yawn, pulling you away from her. 

“Time for bed?” She chuckled. You frowned.

“Don’t make fun,” You whined. “It’s not my fault you haven’t taken a nap in three centuries.”

“It’s not mine either, I can’t.”

“Do you want to?” You wiggled your eyebrows, making the brunette laugh. “Stay with me?”

“As long as you want me to,” She replied. You smiled and motioned for her to get into the bed before you settled next to her, laying your head on her chest. Wanda ran her fingers through your hair, making your eyelids heavier and heavier. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah,” You answered sleepily. “Shoot.”

“Why did you come back to Willowcrest?” She asked, holding her breath waiting for the answer. You started drawing patterns on Wanda’s stomach, where her shirt had ridden up.

“The blood moon,” You answered. You felt Wanda’s body tense, you looked up at her questioningly before turning to click the lights off. “What?”

“What about the blood moon?” Her voice was restricted, careful.

“Why do you sound so worried, Wanda?” You asked, pulling away from her. The moonlight shining through your window provided just enough light to see Wanda’s eyes on you. 

“Just answer the question,” Wanda sounded almost scared, your eyebrows knitted together, you found her cold hand under the covers. 

“Willowcrest is the only known place with natural blood crystals in its bedrock,” You replied, averting your eyes from Wanda’s intense gaze. “The combination of the crystals and the moon are said to amplify a nature witch’s powers. It’s the only way to communicate with the spiritual realm. I need Dorothea.”

Wanda felt you squeeze her hand, and saw a tear roll down your cheek to the pillow under your head. She pulled you closer, letting you nuzzle into her. “I need you to talk to Melina.”

“Who’s Melina again?” You asked, you remember her mentioning her at the diner.

“She’s the matriarch here,” Wanda answered, her hand rubbing up and down your back. “I think you should talk to her.”

You yawned again, your eyelid getting harder and harder to keep open. You mumbled something about it being tomorrow’s problem before you drifted into a deep sleep, for the first time in a long time being able to fall asleep safely in Wanda’s arms. 

Wanda spent the night running her hand through your hair or up and down your back. She let herself drown in your atmosphere, in your scent. She missed you. She never wanted to leave you again. Her enhanced vision allowed her to see the small healed over translucent scars you’d acquired over the years. The normal person wouldn’t be able to notice any markings, but to her eyes she saw every little scratch you’d ever had. She felt a need to protect you. 

Sometime during the night Wanda made a promise to herself. For so many years she berated herself for leaving you, for only ever thinking to look for you many years after a normal human would be alive. When she came back to Willowcrest, a landslide had destroyed many city records, she had no idea where you ended up. The church had surprisingly stayed intact, undamaged. Wanda swore she would stay by your side as long as you wanted her.

When the sun peeked over the horizon, Wanda smiled at the way your skin glimmered in the sunlight. It lasted just for a few minutes, she guessed it had something to do with the light being the very first rays of light of the day. It wasn’t long after that that you stirred awake, a smile immediately gracing your features when Wanda ran her hands over your hair. 

You and Wanda had a pleasant morning together. She allowed you to wake up slowly as the sun rose higher into the sky. She took you to a cozy little cafe not too far from the hotel, she said they had the best breakfast sandwiches in town. You wondered how she knew. She said you spend too much time reading vampire romance novels, then explained vampires eat normal food too, blood just sustains them better. Throughout the morning Wanda was preoccupied checking her phone, getting text message alerts every time she put the device down.

“Do you have somewhere you need to be?” You asked. “I’m a big girl, I can find something to do.”

“More like somewhere you need to be,” Wanda said, as you sent her a questioning look as you took another bite of your sandwich. “Remember how I told you you should talk to Melina last night? Apparently someone told her you’re a witch and now she wants to meet you.”

You put the sandwich down, your eyebrows scrunched together as you tried to piece things together. “Why does she need to meet me so urgently?”

“I don’t know, malysh,” You fought back a smile at Wanda’s old nickname for you, letting her take your hand from across the table. “You don’t have anything to worry about.”

“I’ll go meet her,” You said, before squeezing Wanda’s hand. “As long as you’re there.”

“I’ll be there as long as you want me.”

—

You held onto Wanda’s hand tightly as you walked into the large hall. There were several people lounging around the space, you recognized the blonde on the couch by the bookshelves. Her gaze flew over the rim of the book straight to you as you walked slightly behind Wanda towards the large double doors at the back wall of the room. 

Wanda’s hand gave yours a reassuring squeeze, making you look at her face as she looked back at you. Wanda looked so comfortable in the space and around the people who lived here. Seeing her like this made you happy, as it was a sharp contrast to the girl who used to shy away in a crowd all those years ago. You, on the other hand, could feel all the unfamiliar gazes on you. They knew you were different, it made you hold your breath as you finally reached the door.

“Wanda,” She turned to you before she could push the door open. “I’m nervous.”

Wanda smiled, cupping your face and pulling you in for a small, sweet kiss on your cheek. “You have nothing to worry about, love.”

You took a deep breath before sending Wanda a small nod, letting her push the heavy doors open. The doors opened to reveal a large room with high ceilings, the back wall had large windows overlooking the garden behind the hotel and forest beyond the garden. A large desk was placed in front of the windows, with old books and maps littered over the top. The chair faced away from you, where you assumed Melina was sitting. Large bookshelves covered the walls on either side of you, and although the room was meant to be a cozy space, you couldn’t feel colder. 

“Melina,” Wanda said, prompting the older woman sitting on the chair to swivel around to face you. Her features were soft and seemed almost gentle for someone who exuded such a powerful energy. A smile appeared on her face, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit more comfortable. 

“Wanda, lovely to see you,” Her voice filled the quiet room. You could identify a hint of a Russian accent as she spoke, only intriguing you even more. “This must be your old witch friend.”

“She’s an old friend, who’s a witch,” Wanda corrected, pulling you to stand next to her instead of half behind her. 

“I’m Y/N,” You said. “It’s nice to meet you, Melina.”

“Welcome back to Willowcrest, Y/N,” She motioned for you to take a seat in front of her desk. As you stepped forward your eyes landed on the open book on her desk. You recognized the writing. It was witchcraft. “I believe you’ve met my daughter Natasha,” She motioned to the corner of the room where Natasha looked through the bookshelf before turning to face you. She nodded, sending you a small wink before turning back to her work. “My other daughter Yelena was out in the hall, I’m sure Wanda will introduce the two of you in due time.”

You looked up at Wanda to see her looking at her shoes, giving you the impression Yelena was the blonde from the lobby. As your eyes continued to scan the pages, you started getting a gut feeling you weren’t gonna like what Melina wanted to talk to you about. 

“What can I do for you?” You asked, eyes moving from the pages to her face. 

“Y/N—”

“It’s okay, Wanda,” Melina put her hand up, stopping Wanda. Natasha approached the table, handing Melina a small, older looking book. Melina flipped through the pages before finding what she was looking for and turning the book towards you. “Are you familiar with the Blood Moon Prophecy?”

“Um,” You took the book from her hands, scanning the pages. You didn’t recognize the language, however you recognized some of the emblems and symbols on the page. “I’m not, no.”

“The prophecy says that in the event of a Blood Moon the only of their kind can find a way to the Blood Chalice, which can grant those who drink from it, the power of life.” Your eyebrows scrunched, examining the page closely. Your fingers glowed purple as you ran it over the page, attempting to translate the words on the page to no avail. “The book is protected by an ancient spell, it can’t be tampered with.”

“This chalice sounds dangerous, Melina,” You said, closing the book and placing it in front of you. “Why do you need it?”

“I want to bring the love of my life back to life,” She said, looking forlornly at Natasha, who had looked back at her at her confession. “He was killed several years ago, and I haven’t felt safe enough to leave the hotel ever since.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” You shuffled in your seat, not feeling right about any of this. “But messing with the universe’s balance is complicated and dangerous. Besides, I’m not the only one of my kind, there are plenty of other witches out there.”

“When was the last time you saw one?” She asked, taking you by surprise. You’ve always been alone, and it had been a long time since you saw another witch but that doesn’t mean there aren’t anymore around. “A nature witch?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but truthfully, the last nature witch you met was Dorothea. “It still sounds like it should be left alone.”

“So you don’t want to save your kind?” She asked. You felt like the air froze as you looked at her wide eyed. Wanda placed her hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “You can use the chalice to create more nature witches. Your creator is the one who hid the chalice, I believe you’re the one that can find it.”

“Dorothea?” You definitely felt like this Chalice should be left alone now. “I don’t remember her using a Chalice to create me.”

“You don’t think she wiped your memory?” Melina asked, taking a drink of the dark red liquid in the wine glass. Her eyes flickered to Natasha standing behind you before flicking back to you, her dark brown eyes turning completely black at the taste of blood.

“You’re not making the case you think you are, Melina,” Wanda’s head turned towards you in disbelief. You held no loyalty to this person. You were grateful she took Wanda in and gave her a family, but that had nothing to do with you. “If Dorothea wiped the Chalice from my memory, I trust that it was for a good reason.”

“Or a selfish one,” She replied. Your jaw clenched. 

“This isn’t very convincing.”

“Y/N,” Natasha said, making you turn to her. Her eyes were still surprisingly green even at such close proximity to blood. You could even smell it. “I know we want the Chalice to help bring back Alexei, but think about it, if we know where it is, we can keep it safe, you can help keep it safe.”

The more she talked, it felt like things started to get more complicated in your mind. Their side started to make sense, things became hazier. All they wanted was to bring a loved one back, a single person. That didn’t seem so bad, then you could either put it back where it was or keep it somewhere safe where you’d know where it is. Maybe Melina did have a point.

Wanda watched your exchange, knowing Natasha had a certain way of convincing people to get her way. She could almost see the wheels turning in your head. She didn’t want you to make a decision you would regret later. 

“Just think about it, Y/N,” Wanda broke your gaze with Natasha, making your head turn to her. “You don’t have to make any decisions right now.”

Melina’s jaw clenched as she stared at Wanda, Natasha’s eyes also focused on the brunette. You shook your head, feeling like a fog had been cleared. 

“I’ll think about it, Melina,” You turned to Melina and gave her a sympathetic smile. “I’ll let you know when I make a decision.”

Her hard expression quickly morphed into a forced smile towards you, before she nodded. “You do that then, I’ll be awaiting your decision.”

The sound of the chair scraping against the floor filled the suddenly tension filled room. You sent Natasha a quick glance before looking at Wanda behind her. You walked past the two women towards the door, Wanda starting to turn to follow your lead.

“Wanda,” Melina said, making the brunette freeze in her tracks. “Stay a second.”

“I’ll meet you outside,” You told Wanda, desperately needing a breath of fresh air. You almost broke into a sprint the second you walked past the large doors to Melina’s office. You made your way to the back of the hotel, past the garden at the edge of the woods, out of sight from the window in Melina’s office. 

You took a deep breath, leaning against a tall pine tree in an attempt to calm your nerves. Now that you’d left the room, you’d noticed just how intense the energy inside felt. The sound of a stick breaking far into the woods startled you, making your head turn to the side. Sometimes you felt like nature whispered the things you needed to know right into your ear. Someone was in there.

As you walked further into the woods, you felt goosebumps emerge all over your body, there was an unknown energy present. Shivers went down your spine the more you walked, starting to see streaks of a deeper purple than you were used to on the ground, glowing in the direction you were heading. 

As you approached a clearing, you could make out the shape of someone levitating a few feet from the ground in a sitting position. You watched as she performed what you could only guess to be an energy spell, sucking up the forest’s energy to balance out her own. It was a common practice among witches of your kind, but you could tell she was different. You hid behind a tree while you watched her descend, then stand up, dusting off her cloak from the now dry grass below her.

“You can come say hi, honey, I don’t bite,” She said, her back facing you. You held your breath, how did she know you were there, you were as silent as possible. “I could feel you from a mile away.”

She turned in your direction, the tree in front of you crumbling away into dust. You took a few steps closer into the clearing, the witch smiling brightly at you. 

“I’m Agatha,” She said, her eyes starting to glow purple. “It’s nice to finally meet another witch.”

[nats-firefly]

7 and 8 with mommy wanda making r say it 🤭 thanks for being a whore ily 💕

live laugh be a whore, also this is ceo!wanda and assistant!r from the obey universe

as part of the friends and family special, this is a little longer than a blurb

warning: fingering (r receiving), mommy kink, office sex, strap on use (r receiving), a little humiliation, light spanking, orgasm denial

7. “You can take it.” / 8. “I can take it.”

"Come to my office, Y/N," Wanda said, bringing your attention from your computer screen to her as she walked past your desk into her office. She had just returned from a meeting and by her tone of voice it did not go her way. She slammed the door once she was fully in her office, making you flinch and turn your eyes to Celeste who was sitting across the room from you.

Celeste sipped her water with wide eyes, her eyes moving from Wanda's door to you. 'Good luck,' She mouthed across the room. You swallowed hard, standing up and fixing your attire before walking into her office. You were hesitant to breathe as you softly closed the door behind you.

"Leave your underwear by the door," Wanda said, barely even acknowledging you as her fingers typed away on her keyboard. You were frozen in place, earning a hard gaze from the older woman. "Now."

"Mommy," You voice was soft as you slid your underwear down your legs. You didn't understand why she was mad at you. You swallowed hard as you approached her desk, she sensed your hesitation and took a deep breath.

"Come here, baby," She said, leaning back on her chair so you could sit on her lap. She instantly slid her hands around your middle, snuggling her face into the crook of your neck. "You're gonna have to be very quiet, we're still on the clock."

"Mommy," You whispered as one of her hands drifted down to between your thighs, causing your skirt to bunch up by your hips. You released a shaky breath as her fingers started circling your clit. Her lips sucked on the skin of your neck, being careful not to leave a mark. It would be suspicious if you went into her office with a (rare) clear neck and returned with dark bruises littering your neck and cleavage.

"Shhh," She groaned into your neck, speeding up the pattern on your clit. You release a small breathy moan, bucking your hips into her hand.

"Need more," You whined, gripping her arm. "Please, Mommy, I need- I need your fingers."

"I know what you need, baby," She whispered in your ear, teeth tugging at your earlobe. She spread your legs over hers, pulling your underwear to the side so she could run her fingers over your soaked cunt. "All this for me, baby?"

You couldn't help but moan. You could feel her lips on your neck as her fingers continued their movements. It wasn't long until Wanda grew frustrated with your underwear getting in the way. You heard fabric ripping with Wanda's grunt into your ear.

"Mommy," You whined. "That one was new."

"I'll buy you a new one, baby, you don't have to worry," She said, pushing you off her lap and bent over her desk, knocking some of her things off the surface. "Now you just be my pretty little play toy and stay quiet."

Your gripped the edge of her desk as you felt her run her fingers over your pussy, spreading it between her two fingers. She stood up behind you, slowly sliding the tip of her strap over your folds. Your eyes went wide as you looked back at her.

"That's- that's too big," Your voice shook in anticipation, arching your back to give her more access. You couldn't wait to be filled with her strap.

"You can take it," She said, starting to slowly push the strap into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as she continued her movements. "Can't you baby?"

"I can take it, Mommy," You moaned as she suddenly snapped her hips into you.

"Be quiet, baby," She gripped your hips as she pulled back out, the strap already completely covered in your arousal. "You don't want the whole office to know you're my little cockslut do you?"

You whined, biting down on the edge of her desk as she started to pump into you. Her hand came down against your ass, making your skin burn. Her manicured nails dug into your hips as she continued to fuck you, grunting under her breath as she let out her frustrations. It was hard to contain your moans, the strap hitting all the right places as you neared the edge.

"Mommy," You whispered, looking back at Wanda, her eyes glued to the way you were taking her cock. "I-I'm gonna c-cum."

"Not yet, baby," You whined as she pulled out of you then turned you around on her desk. She pulled your shirt open, popping the buttons on your shirt. Her hands groped your chest as she pushed the strap back into you. Your hands held onto her wrists as you arched into her touch, doing your best to stay quiet. "You're doing so good, princess."

You were barely coherent, mind focused on the way she was making you feel. You were so close, desperate for a release.

"Look at you, all spread open for Mommy," Wanda pulled out her phone, quickly snapping a picture of you taking her. She couldn't help it, you looked so perfect just like this, trying your best not to cum with your he thrown back and clothes half ripped off your body. You couldn't help but release another moan, forgetting the office was, in fact, still full of people. Wanda smacked your face before gripping your chin, pulling you up so you could look in her eyes.

"Mommy told you to be quiet, slut," She pulled out of you, your eyes filling with tears at the loss of contact. Wanda pulled on the bottom drawer of her desk, pulling out a vibrator and slipping it inside you. "If you can't learn your lesson I'll put that pretty mouth to good use."

She moved you to kneel on the floor, clicking on her phone screen a few times before you felt the vibrations start. You looked up at her, a few tears rolling down your cheeks. She cupped your chin and cooed.

"You did this to yourself, baby," She sat back on her chair, roughly gripping your hair and guiding your mouth to the strap. "If you suck Mommy's cock well enough, maybe I'll let you cum."

[nats-firefly]

lost in your current like a priceless wine

part 2 of bent right to your wind | main masterlist

vampire!natasha romanoff x witch!reader x vampire!wanda maximoff

summary: old wounds are slashed open and new beginnings emerge

warnings: mentions of blood, nausea, neck kissing, tension, kinda angsty if you squint, still no smut but as always 18+ only

words: 3.5k | feedback is always welcome

The world spun around you as you exited the diner. You ran into the forest surrounding the small establishment. Everything was too confusing, too overwhelming. Your ears started ringing. You felt nauseous. It’s been years, centuries, what was she doing here? Was it even her?

It can’t be.

Your mind is playing tricks on you.

It can’t be her.

Your breath came out in short puffs, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t breathe in enough before having to let it out. You walked past the dense trees, the tall shrubs and grass sticking to your pants and leaving small scratches on your skin.

Tears stung at your eyes the further in you went. Everywhere you looked was the same, everything blurred into one green blob. You weren’t sure where you were going anymore. You kept moving until you collapsed into a field.

In your rush to get away from the diner, you didn’t notice you were followed.

Wanda was just as shocked to see you. You felt different. She wasn’t even sure it was you at all. When you practically ran out of the small diner she had to make sure you were safe. She needed you to be okay. She followed you into the forest, keeping her distance so as to not scare you even more.

Her undead heart beat loudly in her chest, her palms felt clammy. She thought about this so many times after she left you. She thought about what she would do or say if she ever saw you again.

She expected you to look much older, to have had a beautiful family. To have found peace with the future you dreamt of having one day. She didn’t expect you to be frozen in time like her. After centuries of being apart she didn’t expect to see you look the same way she left you.

Wanda couldn’t believe her eyes.

When you collapsed into the field, Wanda paused. She could see the small scratches on your skin and didn’t want to scare you with her reaction. So she paced around the clearing to the other side, keeping her eye on you as you turned onto your back and attempted to catch your breath.

You looked at the sky, watching as gray clouds were slowly drifting into town. You slowed your breath, running your fingers over the smooth grass. You let tears fall down the side of your face into the ground. It was too much. It was all too much.

As your heartbeat returned to normal, you felt the ground almost vibrating under you. You looked down to find purple streaks of light stemming from your hands into the ground. The boulders around you sported faint but noticeable glowing purple specks.

There had to be something going on with your powers. Maybe it was the proximity of the blood moon and where you were, with your heightened emotions it only makes sense they’d be a little out of control.

You stood up slowly, making sure your head wouldn’t start spinning again. Your hand left a streak of dirt on your cheek as you wiped under your eye before you examined the rock face close up. It really did seem some of the small crystals making up the rock were reacting to your presence, the ones closest to you glowing brighter than the ones farther away.

Just as you were getting lost in your surroundings, the reason you ended up in the clearing made itself known once more.

“Y/N?” You froze. Her voice brought a fresh wave of tears to your eyes. You never thought you’d hear her call your name again. You took a deep breath before turning around to face her. Her eyes widened as you made eye contact, before her gaze fell to your glowing hands. She took a small step back. “It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Oh,” You looked down at your hands, clenching them into fists before relaxing again. You wiped your palms against the sides of your pants, as if you could clean them from your own powers. It worked. “Sorry.”

The two of you were at a loss for words. You didn’t know whether to walk towards her or stay glued to your spot. You looked at Wanda. Noticed her pale skin, her full lips, her perfect posture. She still looked like Wanda. You looked into her eyes, she was staring right back at you, studying your movements.

Your breath hitched.

They were still the same. She was still the same.

You took a step forward.

“W-Wanda?” Your voice cracked. Her eyes snapped to yours. She nodded slowly. Your lower lip trembled. It took everything in Wanda to stay put, to not rush across the clearing to you. “How?”

You knew how, part of you needed her to tell you. Wanda struggled to find her words. She instead chose to show you her fangs. She could smell your unusually sweet scent from the cuts in your arms. She was worried her eyes would turn black if she came any closer. You took a step forward, she slowly started moving.

You circled each other, taking the other one in with every step you took. You never thought you’d see her again. You never thought you’d have your Wanda back. Especially after so much time.

Wanda wanted to cry. Her eyes stung with unshed tears. She watched you inch closer to her as she subconsciously mirrored your actions. You looked just as soft and warm as the day she left you in your bedroom that stormy night.

Wanda knew she wasn’t supposed to be there. Her throat burned from thirst and her hair stuck to her skin. The cold temperature didn’t bother her anymore as she stood outside your balcony, watching you twist and turn between your sheets. The candle by your bedside was dangerously close to going out, having burnt all the way down to the bottom. The dim light was no trouble for Wanda’s newly enhanced vision, she could see the smallest detail on your face from where she stood in the rain.

When the candle finally went out, Wanda had the courage to sneak in. She stood at a distance at first, not wanting to get any part of your room wet. But when your body started shaking with unconscious sobs she let herself crouch down next to you. Her cold fingertips wiped ever so slightly under your eyes, cheeks stained with your tears. Her unexpected touch startled you, your eyes shot open.

Even in the darkness, you could make out Wanda’s silhouette. “Wanda?”

“You’re gonna be okay,” She took your hand. Her cold temperature worried you. It made her death feel more real. “Listen to me, okay,” Wanda didn’t realize she was crying too. “You’re gonna be just fine.”

“No,” You cried, you held onto her for dear life. “All I want is you.”

Wanda leaned in, resting her forehead against yours. Your soft voice filled the space between you. “All I’ve ever wanted was you.”

A sob shook Wanda’s body, her hand went up to cup your face, bringing your lips closer together, your noses brushing against the other. “I’m gonna miss you.”

“No,” You cried, holding onto her wrists, trying to keep her with you. “Please don’t leave me again.”

Wanda leaned in. Your lips melted together despite how cold she was. You held her face. Your tears mixed with hers. As Wanda started pulling away, you tried holding on tighter. You were no match to her strength in your weakened state.

“I love you,” She said, giving you another quick kiss. “I have to go.”

“Wanda no,” You sobbed. With a flash of lighting she was gone. Every trace of her.

You convinced yourself you were dreaming that night. Despite the puddles of rainwater in your room or your wet sheets. It had to have been a dream. You couldn’t understand how she was standing right in front of you now. You couldn’t understand why or how she didn’t check on you again. It brought a fresh wave of hot, angry tears to the surface.

Wanda cupped your face. Her cold, delicate fingers wiped the new tears rolling down your cheeks. Her touch soothed your burning pain. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” She whispered between you, shedding her own tears. When you looked back up at her you could see it hurt her just the same.

“Why didn’t you come back?” You asked, your bottom lip trembling while you fought off another round of tears.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” She said, tucking a stray piece of your hair behind your ear. “I had already caused you so much pain that one night, I didn’t want to hurt you even more because I couldn’t stay.”

You looked up at her with a small gasp. “It wasn’t a dream?”

“No,” She shook her head, resting her forehead against yours just like she did in the past. “I was there.”

One of her hands rested on your waist while the other stayed gently on your cheek. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

Wanda pulled you into a hug, her head nestled in the crook of your neck. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

The two of you laid in the clearing, watching as the sky changed while you caught up to the best of your abilities. “Where have you been this whole time?”

“Oh I’ve been moving around for a long time,” You looked at her with a silly smile on your face.

“How did we not run into each other?” You asked, she chuckled.

“It’s a big world,” She said, her hand found yours in the grass, you could feel her finger drawing patterns on your skin.

“When did you come back?” You asked, rolling onto your side so you could face her.

“A few decades ago,” She said, you raised your eyebrows.

“Decades?” You asked.

“The town is small, and if you keep to yourself no one really notices,” She said, not meeting your eyes. “There’s a big coven, it’s more like a family of vampires that live in the hotel. I met a few of them in Europe and I’ve been with them ever since.”

“Oh,” You were glad she found herself a family, but you couldn’t help the pang of jealousy you felt. You looked back up at her, your hand cupped her jaw and your thumb ran over her cheekbone. Her skin glistened in an unnatural way in the sunlight. “How did this happen? I saw you in your casket.”

“The change took a few days,” She answered. “When I was dying, the doctor was the one that changed me.”

“He bit you?” You asked.

“You’re a witch, you should know better,” She says, making you laugh. “He gave me his blood. Said it was a new medicine. I drank it. I died. I came back.”

You hummed, looking back up at the sky. The blue sky was almost completely replaced by the heavy rain clouds. “What about you?”

“Well,” You said. “After you died I went to church a lot. An ancient witch called Dorothea watched me go every day to pray for you. She felt I was powerful, she taught me.”

“Where is she now?” Wanda asked, watching as your eyes glossed over before you turned back to her.

“Witches have the ability to decide when our time on Earth is over,” You explained. “It’s thought that we come from the earth and must return to it, so when it’s time, we can decide to continue aging and return to the Earth from which we rose. Dorothea passed a couple centuries ago. She taught me everything I know.”

Wanda leaned over and kissed your cheek. Part of her still couldn’t believe you were there. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” You said, running your hands over the grass, taking a deep breath. “She rests in power.”

You and Wanda enjoy the comfortable silence between you before your stomach growled once again. “Let’s go back to the diner, you need something to eat.”

“What about y-” You stopped yourself before you could finish your sentence. “Nevermind.”

It was surprisingly easy sharing a meal with Wanda. It felt like you were back in your 20s, sharing laughs and looks over dinner. You still couldn’t believe she was right there with you. It felt like a fever dream.

“Tell me more about your family,” You said, taking a bite out of your burger.

“They’re cool,” She said, leaning back into the plush cushion on the back of the seat. “There’s a lot of us, but I think the main person I should tell you about is Melina. She’s the head of the family. She’s really nice, I mean, she let me stay with them with like a week’s notice so.”

You chuckled, taking a sip of your drink. Wanda continued talking about some other key members of the family. You enjoyed seeing her face light up as she told you silly stories about her time with her family. “I’m glad you found them, I’d hate to think you were alone all those years.”

Wanda looked down, she didn’t like that she’d left you alone for so long. You frowned, taking Wanda’s hand over the table. Even though her skin felt cold, her touch brought a long forgotten warmth to your heart. She looked back up at you, squeezing your hand. You wiped your mouth with a napkin with your other hand.

Wanda’s eyes stayed on you as her thumb ran circles on the back of your palm. She motioned for the waitress to bring the check, and gave her her card before you could even rummage through your bag.

“You didn’t have to do that,” You said as the two of you slid out of the booth. Wanda intertwined her fingers with yours as she led you out of the restaurant. Your stomach fluttered with butterflies.

“I have centuries to make up for,” She said. “At least there’s one upside to having waited all those years.”

She stopped you on the sidewalk, turning to put her hands on your waist as you looked up at her smiling. “And what’s that?”

She tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. “I can do this in plain sight.”

Wanda’s lips touched yours slowly, her grip tightened on your waist as she pulled you closer. You smiled against her lips. Wanda’s lips tasted sweet like honey. When she pulled away your eyes fluttered open. You felt like you were in a haze.

“It only took you three hundred years,” You joked. Wanda smiled, rolling her eyes.

The sun was setting as you got back to the hotel. Wanda stiffened as you walked through the doors, you tried to not feel hurt when she dropped your hand. You frowned up at her, her eyes were glued to a blonde across the lobby.

“I’ll see you later?” She asked, turning to you, her tone rushed. It felt like the bubble you were in popped.

“Um,” You were confused. “I guess.”

“I’ll find you,” She said, stopping herself from kissing you on the cheek. You noticed. It surprised you how much it hurt. You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat.

As the doors of the elevator closed, you watched the blonde from earlier sling her arm around Wanda. The doors closed just as Wanda made eye contact with you.

You sighed as you walked down the hallway to your room, rummaging through your bag for the keycard.

“Hey stranger,” You jumped at the smooth voice, clutching your chest once you saw Natasha waiting outside your door.

“You scared me,” You laughed. “What are you doing waiting outside my room, I don’t remember giving you my room number.”

“I’m just a really good guesser,” She said matter of factly, you narrowed your eyes at her. “My family owns part of the hotel, I have my ways.”

You smirked at her, leaning against the opposite wall. “Well, can I do anything for you tonight, Natasha?”

“You can call me Nat,” She said, leaning closer to you. “You didn’t answer any of my texts so I assumed you didn’t wanna go on a tour of the town anymore.”

“Fuck, I completely forgot, I’m sorry,” You said. And she was right. You were too tired to go.

“So…” She continued, showing you the bottle of wine she was holding. “I got some wine and a killer place to see the stars on the roof.”

“It’s cloudy,” You answered with a smile on your face.

“I’m sure it’ll clear up,” She said, almost trapping you between her and the wall.You stood up off the wall, letting Natasha take hold of your hand and lead you down the hallway.

“Do you take all the girls you meet to the roof?” You asked teasingly, Natasha smirked at you when you filed into the stairwell.

“Only the pretty ones,” She teased back, you scoffed in response. Natasha pulled out a key to a door one more flight of stairs above the top floor, leading you to a rooftop patio. It was cozy, with a firepit in the middle surrounded by plush chairs and small loveseats.

You sat back onto the plush pillows laid on the loveseat, making yourself comfortable while Natasha poured the two of you some wine. You leaned your head back, noticing the sky had, in fact, already cleared up.

Natasha handed you your glass as she leaned back next to you. You settled into a comfortable silence, the two of you looking up at the stars. The redhead turned her head to look at you, noticing you seemed to be in your head.

“What’s up?” She asked, nudging your shoulder. You turned your head to look at her.

“Are you a vampire, too?” You avoided her question and watched as her eyes widened ever so slightly. Natasha was caught off guard by the question, her eyes shifted to the easy smirk on your face.

“Are you?” She relaxed against the seat once again, bringing the wine glass to her lips. You leaned forward to grab yours, watching as Natasha watched the small purple flame emerge from your fingers and set the fire pit in front of you alight. She smirked her mouth slightly agape in wonder as she watched the fire change from a purplish color to regular flames.

“I used to live here a long time ago,” You told her, wrapping your jacket tighter around your body and shifting closer to the fire. Natasha reached behind you, offering you a blanket from the back of the seat.

“I’m not gonna be much help,” You both laughed as you draped the blanket over your legs. “How old are you?”

“Twenty four,” You said, sheepishly taking a sip of your wine as Natasha rolled her eyes at your antics. “Plus three hundred-ish years.”

“You don’t look a day over 22,” Natasha said, leaning closer to you. It was your turn to roll your eyes. The redhead laughed, you couldn’t help but join her. Her laugh was light, and warm. Captivating. It drew you in.

“How old are you?” You asked, turning to face her with your feet tucked under you. “Wait let me guess.”

Your eyes glowed as you looked into her, trying to see if you could read her. You didn’t get very far until Natasha interrupted you. She stood up and leaned over you. “What did you just do?”

“I read you,” You answered. Natasha looked rattled, she felt like her privacy had been violated. As you looked into her eyes you felt a weightlessness drift into your bones, your mind went blank and all you could focus on was Natasha’s green eyes.

“Tell me what you saw,” Her voice was vulnerable, almost as if she was afraid of the answer.

“Um,” You answered, trying to put your thoughts back together. “Two twenty five,” Her eyes were so captivating even in the dim light of the night. “That’s- um- that’s how old you are.”

You couldn’t help the way your eyes drifted to her lips, feeling a magnetic pull towards her. Natasha leaned down, her delicate touch tilting your chin up towards her. Natasha leaned in, lips connecting to the corner of your mouth, slowly leaving a trail of kisses down your throat. You felt her hesitate over your pulse point.

Natasha could practically taste you. She wanted to. Your scent drove her insane, she knew you’d taste so sweet. And you were so close. She felt you release a breath, bringing her back to the moment. In due time. Right as she was going to pull away you held onto her arm, stopping her movements, you weren’t ready for her to pull away yet. You turned your head towards her.

“What are you doing to me?” You whispered, barely above your breath. So quiet you weren’t even sure you heard it. Natasha smirked when she noticed the goosebumps on your skin. You reached up to her face. She enjoyed the warmth your hand brought.

You held your breath.

She leaned forward.

Your lips touched.