#vampire!wanda

[maxislvt]

Could I request a dark fic where Vampire!Wanda and Mortal!Reader fall in love, and after getting married, Wanda offers to turn Reader into a vampire but Reader says no. However, years go by and Reader is on their deathbed, about to succumb to old age, when Wanda decides she must turn Reader whether they like it or not.

Thank you!

p.s. i am a simp for Vampire Mommy Wanda

warnings: angst, mention of terminal illness, arguin

I didn't realize the old age part so this is just kinda sadder than need be

Death was the price that came with loving a mortal.

As a vampire, Wanda was cursed to live forever. An eternity filled with nothing but quick flings that would amount to nothing in the end. It was a rather sad love life, but Wanda had convinced herself she was okay with it. With a legacy to keep secret and company to run — her schedule was pretty tight. A relationship would just add more stress. That's what she told herself. Then you came along and ruined a near two hundred year streak of being single.

You were everything Wanda wanted in a lover. Someone gentle and kind to cut down the bitterness she'd collected over the years. It didn't take long for her to realize how much she needed you. Wanda clung to you for dear life. The mere thought of you leaving her sent her into a spiral. You were always quick to put out her fears. You never even considered leaving Wanda. She gave you her everything — you had no reason to.

Wanda wasn't entirely sure what she'd done to make you change your mind.

"You said—" Wanda took a deep breath. She'd never been so upset with you before. "You said you'd never leave me! We were supposed to be together forever." You always had a way of making Wanda feel things that had laid dormant for years. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this upset. Her cheeks burned with hot tears. After everything she had done for you, you were still so comfortable just leaving her? It wasn't fair. "I won't be able to love anyone else."

You flinch at the harsh reality in Wanda's words. "I'm not leaving you. It's just my time to go." You had come to terms with the fact you'd die months ago. The doctors handed you a diagnosis and said you only had so long. Fighting it was futile. You didn't expect Wanda to be okay with it. Finding love after decades of loneliness only to have it ripped away was a pain beyond your imagination. But you only had about two weeks left and you didn't want that dread hanging over your head the entire time. "Just love me as much as you can, while you still can." You spoke as softly as you could. "Come here, I want to cuddle."

Wanda took a deep breath before laying down next to you. Fear still ran hot through her vines. It was making her irrational. "I could do it forever if you'd just let me-"

"I don't want to be turned into a vampire. You have to respect that. "

"I don't want to be alone forever, can't you respect that?"

You sighed and rubbed your temples. "Wanda, you're being selfish. Think about all the people I care about and would have to watch die. I can't do that." Your arms wrapped around Wanda's body and pulled her close. "I don't really want to talk about this anymore. Let's just call it a night. Please?"

Wanda pulled away and looked down at you. She could see life fading from your body. You were paler and the bags under your eyes were getting darker. Even the light in your eyes was starting to fade. It was like looking at a doomsday clock meant specifically just for you. Wanda would do anything to keep that clock from sticking 12. She wasn't going to let you die. Your approval was going to have to take the backseat for her to do that. "Okay, I won't bring it up anymore." She placed a gentle kiss on your lips before laying back down and holding you close.

She wasn't foolish enough to do it while you were awake. Once Wanda was sure you'd fallen asleep, her fangs buried themselves into your lower back. Sickness had tainted the taste of your blood forever ago. The sugary sweetness had now faded into something bitter and medicinal. She sucked until she had taken just enough to turn you. Her tongue licked at the wound so it'd be healed by the morning.

You'd hate her for it. Maybe you'd argue again or run off screaming with the hopes of finding a cure. You would come back eventually. Eventually, Wanda would be the only one you'd have left to run to. It appeared you had figured that out faster than Wanda expected.

Wanda expected nothing less from someone as smart as you.

"Wanda," You whispered from the bathroom. Despite calling for her, you didn't even spare your partner a glance. Your eyes focused on the cut quickly healing on your finger. You wipe away the blood slowly. Focusing on the task to avoid blowing up at the woman standing in the door frame. A heavy sigh fell from your lips as you turned to face her. "Why'd you do it?" The look in your eyes was cold and almost uncaring.

That wasn't the first time you looked at her like that. It certainly wouldn't be the last now that you two had an eternity together.

"I did what I thought was best." Wanda stretched out her arms. "I know it's going to be scary at first, but I'm going to be here with you every step of the-"

You quickly pushed past Wanda. You grabbed a bag and began stuffing your clothes in it. "I can't be around you right now." Every word Wanda said fell on deaf ears as you continued packing. There was nothing she could say that would make you feel better. Just as you tried to zip up the bag, Wanda tried to snatch away. "Wanda, I don't want to hear it!" You shouted before snatching the bag away from her. It felt good to be strong enough to stand up for yourself. You turned and walked away.

"Stop walking away from me and listen!"

Your body stopped dead in its tracks. How could you have forgotten? Turned vampires were nothing to someone from a bloodline as powerful as Wanda's. That was just another way you'd be inferior to her.

Wanda turned your body so you were forced to look at her. "I did what I had to do to keep us happy. I will not sit here and let you make me a villain for putting you first!" She could see the anger burning bright behind your eyes "I gave you my whole heart and I'm not going to let you run off and break it!" It didn't feel right yelling at you. It wasn't your fault you were born a mortal or her a vampire. But something had to be done in order for you two to stay together. Wanda needed reassurance but all you were showing her was animosity. "Say something damn it! I need you!"

For a moment you just stared at Wanda. Fighting the urge to obey her wasn't easy, but you weren't going to let her win.

"I hate you more than anything right now."

[lifespectator]

Vampire Wanda: I've trapped you! You'll be here forever!

Y/n: I get to be with a hot vampire for eternity?! Awesome!

Vampire Wanda, with a wide smile: You actually want to stay with me?

Y/n: That's all I ever wanted.

[themidnightcrimson]

Bloodlust. | w. maximoff

summary: in which getting lost at night turns you into prey for a vampire who turns you into her prized possession.

warnings: vampire!wanda, top!wanda, dark!wanda, blood, stalking, vampire things yknow what i mean, intense smut with a cumstrap, dubcon, my twilight obsession never ended, team edward, is it bad i would let vampire wanda drain me, she could eat me in any way she likes, this one’s for my spooky graphic bitches, no seriously this isn’t for the weak of heart

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact. this is an intense dark!fic containing graphic mentions of blood and dubcon. please do not read this if these themes are triggering for you. you have been warned.

masterlist.

The city was cold and wet. Rain beat down from the sky and pattered into puddles on the sidewalk that you splashed through with no remorse. Your arms hugged your raincoat tight around your body as the bleak streetlights reflected the moisture on your hood that hardly protected you from the rain. You just wanted to get home.

You were new in this city that was so large and intricate it seemed to swallow you whole in its belly of cloud-peaked buildings and traffic lights and street signs. You'd only been there long enough to have just found a job, and you still depended on your phone to navigate you back to your apartment after your shift ended late into the night. In this city that was known to never sleep, the streets were empty that night.

After a few minutes of trying to use your phone in the rain, you gave up and stuffed it back into your pocket, resorting to what you could remember of the street signs. As you came to an intersection, you looked to your left and to your right. While the right seemed familiar, the left seemed to call your name. Which way were you supposed to go? You vaguely remembered having to cross the street and go past that building, but at night and in the rain, all these buildings looked the same. You decided to just turn left.

As you walked down the sidewalk that was even quieter, you noticed that there were less businesses and less streetlights. This couldn't be right. You were getting too far away from the center of town, and you certainly remembered your walk home always being a well-lit one, not a dark and sketchy one.

"Fuck," you whispered, stopping to turn and look back where you had turned. You couldn't even see the intersection anymore. How far had you walked?

You could barely hear your own thoughts from the sound of the rain hitting the coarse fabric of your raincoat's hood, so you stopped and leaned up against a building which had a little overhead as shelter from the rain, pulling your hood down and cursing yourself for not carrying an umbrella with you.

The white light of your phone illuminated your face as you pulled up your maps. You tried to zoom in on where you were, but you were met with a loading signal and a blank map. Why was your signal so bad? Sure, you were out of the center of town, but surely this area still had service.

As you tapped the damp phone screen with your thumb, noticing that your phone felt unusually hot in your hand, a red glitch flashed across the screen and pixelated.

"No, no, no," you whispered, tapping the screen harder.

You prayed that all the rain hadn't messed up your phone. You knew you couldn't afford to buy another one right now. Suddenly, the screen turned a solid dark red color, decorated with a few black glitches going diagonally across it and stretching out like cracks.

"What the fuck!" you exclaimed, trying to turn the phone off completely so that maybe it would restart, but the button wouldn't even work. The screen was stuck on an unsettling red with those ebony streaks.

Groaning, you put the phone back into your pocket. Maybe some rice would fix it later, but for now you needed to get home. You took a moment to look around the empty street where only a few cars were parked and a few streetlights cast an unnatural green hue on the street. One of them was flickering and buzzing loudly, and you noticed it start to flash red. Your eyes focused on the red light that gleamed on your face, brows sewing together in confusion. Was it protocol for streetlights to flash red when they needed maintenance?

As you looked across the way, you noticed that the light was situated right beside an alleyway between two buildings, a narrow one littered with trash on the ground. A strange fog was settled in the alley there, rising up from the ground in smoky swirls illuminated by the slow flash of red light. In that moment, you saw nothing there but smoke. The light flashed off, and you only saw darkness, and when the red light returned, a dark figure was suddenly standing there in the smoke. A gasp painfully resided in your chest, and when the light flashed off again, you saw glowing scarlet eyes in the dark.

Something heavy dropped in your stomach and weakened your legs. The heart in your chest beat against your ribcage and begged you to flee, but you felt frozen in place. When the red light flashed on again, there was nothing there.

It didn't soothe you—because now you felt an uncanny feeling bustling in the pit of your stomach and rising up your throat, and you felt a cold breath on the back of your neck where every single miniscule hair stood up on its end. In a fleeting whisper like the wind, a thick, feminine voice presented itself right behind your ear:

"Run."

You did. A scream strangled by the plight of your lungs for air resounded in your throat as you sprinted wildly down the street, blinded by the rain that filled your eyes and beat against your face. Your hair was already soaked and your phone fell out of your pocket in your mad dash from whatever had whispered into your ear, but you had no time to pull your hood up or grab your phone from the ground. You heard no footsteps, but you could feel them right behind you. You could still even feel the breath on your neck.

"Help!" you tried to scream, but as soon as the word left your mouth and filtered through the rain-patterned air, something brushed beside you with such brute force and speed that you fell forward onto the ground, landing in a large puddle that splashed water all on your face.

As the pain in your knees and elbows throbbed, a sharper pain took precedent in your hand. Raising your shaky arm, you saw a bite mark ripped across the flesh on the side of your hand, blood already filling the indentions of teeth too sharp to be human on your skin. You whimpered from the throbbing pain that made your hand feel like it was swelling, and the blood was already trickling down your arm and dripping onto the puddle beneath you. Crimson invaded the clear water and followed the stream that drained into the sewer.

The adrenaline in your veins urged you to scramble to your feet, but that fear in your blood was just what she liked. It made you sweeter, delicious on her tongue. And what she had tasted of you inebriated her like an animal, so that before you could even take a fleeing step forward, her arms wrapped around you like heavy chains and squeezed you against her.

A cold hand latched around your throat as you were pressed against a body behind you, and it felt like a statue had caught you and was suffocating you around stone. You grabbed at the hand that did not budge until a thumb nudged against your jaw to move it to the side, and then you felt teeth sinking into your neck.

At first, there was a bright whiteness behind your eyes that stole your vision from you. You were frozen, like the statue had morphed you into its own fabric of stone, and the only thing that assured you that you were still alive was a loud ringing in your ears and the pain flooding the entire side of your neck and face.

Before you knew it, you fell to your knees and she went down with you, guiding you to the ground as your limbs grew numb. Your hand clutching hers fell away, and your eyes rolled to the inside of your skull as that bright whiteness in your eyes faded to black.

+

Whatever the creature had done to your neck had brought an ache throughout your entire body. When you woke, you stirred and felt the soreness in your muscles as your eyes gently fluttered open. You were met with what seemed like total darkness at first until you could make out the dimly lit room you were in. It was a bedroom, one decorated with gold-framed paintings on the walls and lit candelabras reflecting orange on the otherwise bare walls. You could see a ladderback chair sitting in the corner, and in the other corner was a woman standing beside an old-looking folding screen.

You sat upright in the bed upon seeing her, but a pounding rhythm rushed into your head, and you squeezed your eyes shut at the dizziness.

"Careful there, detka," said that thick, feminine voice. "You'll get whiplash." Her words drawled in an accent you couldn't place, and when you opened your eyes again, you could see her more clearly. She was a striking woman with an otherworldly beauty. Dark lips sat against a pale, structured face, curtained with wavy red locks and buttoned by two smarting eyes that calculated you. Through the jade there gleamed a beastly crimson. She was not human.

"Who are you?" you boldly questioned, but your voice sounded far away from you.

A smirk tugged her lips like a marionette. "Your nightmare," Wanda lilted, and you couldn't but wonder if her accent was a faded Russian. She took a step forward, and you noticed her knee-high boots and the dark red corset on her chest, and the matching cape that drifted behind her ankles. She walked towards the folding screen with heavy footsteps until you could only see her shadow moving behind it. "Your predator," she continued, and you could feel your heart in your throat now, and it seemed like the wound on your neck throbbed harder the closer she got.

The red glow of her eyes passed through the screen, and she came out on the other side of it. "Why are you doing this?" you whimpered, feeling a cold breeze on your skin and realizing you were naked.

"Why do girls like you walk home alone at night?" she asked with a tilt of her head as she curved her path towards you. "Just as ignorance is in your nature, thirst is in mine."

You glanced down to the scabbed bite mark on your hand and then brought it to the one on your neck. She had bitten you? She attacked you there on the street and taken you to wherever this place was. By the look in her eyes, you didn't think you would ever leave that room alive.

"Smart thinking there, detka," Wanda spoke, and your eyes widened. Had she read your mind? "But don't worry too much about that. You are right—you will never leave this room. But I do intend to keep you alive… for a while." She came closer to the bed and leaned down towards you, causing you to shrink under her shadow. She smiled at your gesture of fear and brought a hand towards your face which you rebuked with a flinch. The cold skin of her knuckle caressed your cheek, and the warmth there reminded her of the living blood beneath it. "If you were anyone else, you would have been dead moments after I found you." She grinned, showing you the sharp fangs in her pearly smile. "But you're just too sweet to waste. Makes me wonder what else of you is sweet." Her thumb dug into your cheek, and you tried to move away, but she held you there with impenetrable strength. "Don't even try to fight, detka. You won't win."

Tilting your head back, she tilted your body backwards with it, crawling over you on the bed. Your hands were trembling with fear, and although her grip was strong, it was gentle.

"Don't hurt me, please," you begged out of the innate human resistance to pain, and she laughed despicably.

"You can beg all you want. You can scream, you can cry. But no one will hear you, and I will have you begging for me to hurt you soon enough," she hissed, and when she lowered her face down towards your neck, you started to cry from fear that she was going to hurt you again.

Instead, she planted a soft kiss on the crook of your collarbone. You shivered at the feeling, your expectations thrown off course by the kiss. As you tried to reevaluate what she was going to do, Wanda let her lips trail lightly down your sternum. She let her lips part and breathed in your scent, feeling every inhuman nerve and impulse in her body alight.

Wanda could hear your heart beating from under your skin, hear it thud against your ribcage in a pace so wildly anxious. Turning her head slightly so she could press part of her cheek against your bare skin, she could feel the violent rush of blood following everywhere she touched like magnets on either side of a partition, tinging your skin pink. She was imbued with a degree of bloodlust that the vampire had never before been privy to.

You felt her hand on your face glide down your neck, fingernails scratching you softly there. You were relieved to have your face freed, but her hand was crawling down your chest to meet her other one, and then they fell together to your breasts and grabbed them. You stiffened, and Wanda hummed. "So soft," she remarked as she massaged your breasts, letting her thumbs press into your rosy peaks.

To your betrayal, your nipples hardened. As frightening and terrifying as she was, it was turning you on. The way she was touching you, breathing you in. You felt a strong mental pull towards her that felt wholly unnatural. Unbeknownst to you, the vampire held a charismatic charm that drew humans like you into her. Not to mention her expertise in witchcraft, which allowed her the ability of mind control. But in that moment, the pull you felt towards her originated only from yourself.

"Do you know what makes blood even sweeter than fear, detka?" Wanda spoke as she moved her lips to your nipple. You feared her fangs, but when you only felt her lips suckle you softly, a twinge of warmth sparked inside you. Wanda inhaled again, and smiled against your nipple. "Arousal."

Your cheeks bloomed scarlet from her words. It wasn't because you were afraid of what she was going to do to you. It was because you were afraid of how much you were going to like it.

"You will," she remarked, confirming to you that she could read your mind. The thought made you uncomfortable, exposed, vulnerable, but Wanda become preoccupied with her own thoughts as she pressed her palm flat against your sternum and slid it down slowly, traversing over your abdomen which rose and fell rapidly beneath her hand from your fast breaths.

Wanda's svelte hand raised over your hipbone and dipped to your inner thigh. She looked at you with a half-open smirk as she pushed your legs apart forcefully. You wondered if you would even have a chance of pushing her off and escaping. You remembered what you felt on the street when she found you—she had pushed past you and managed to bite your hand without you ever noticing until you were on the ground. You remembered how iron hard her hands were when they grabbed you from behind.

"Don't try it, detka," she whispered, and you cursed yourself for forgetting that she could apparently hear your thoughts. "If you know what's good for you, just spread those pretty legs for me." She pushed them open wider, and you winced at the pain in your hips, but somehow you let her. Maybe it was because you did know what was good for you—that trying to fight her would be futile and a death wish—or maybe it was because you liked the way the vampire's fingertips were bruising your inner thighs.

As her hand rubbed your thighs, she leaned up to get a better look at your face. "I knew you were beautiful when I first saw you," she whispered. "A small-town girl moving to the big city all by herself, with no idea of the monsters and the violence hidden therein. So sweet, so innocent." Her voice had dropped to a whisper as she trailed a finger through your hair.

Your eyebrows sewed together. How did she know that you had just moved to the city? She was a complete stranger, and as you tried to figure out if you had ever seen her before, she caught your thoughts and answered them.

"Oh, we have met, detka. Not face-to-face, not in a coffee shop, or at your job, or randomly in the street. We met when I noticed you bringing boxes into your apartment building. We met when you went to apply for that shitty job. When you tried to find your way home that night. We meet when you sleep with your window cracked just enough for my fingers to slip under, when you shower with your curtain opened just enough, when you don't look around you as you cut across those dirty alleyways to get where you're going faster."

Your eyes were wide open as you listened to her words. Fear tingled throughout your body, and you watched her pupils widen as she smelled it. Her hand on your thigh rose up to cup your core, and you hissed at the feeling.

"You have no idea how hard it was to wait," she whispered, bringing her lips dangerously close to yours. "How hard it was to watch you walk by and smell that sweet elixir in your veins." Suddenly, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against yours. You made a muffled noise of protest, but she kissed you hard and unwieldy.

Her tongue forced past your lips and entered your mouth. You had the mind to bite her tongue, but she beat you to it. The two fine points of her fangs only lightly touched your tongue, but it was enough to draw blood. She quickly glided her tongue over yours, groaning at the taste of your blood on her tongue. Her hand between your legs was stroking up and down your slit, making you realize how wet you were. You could feel the cold metal of rings on her fingers.

Finally, she released your mouth, and you gasped for breath that you had been gradually losing during the fiery, bloody kiss. You cringed at the taste of the blood in your mouth, and your eyes focused on Wanda as she leaned up, licking her hips with her eyes closed. When they opened, her pupils were unnaturally dilated with a faint crimson flooding her irises.

She sat up and removed her hand from between your legs, taking her long, glistening fingers and placing them in her mouth. Her eyes watched you darkly as she sucked your wetness off her fingers and moaned at your taste. Something about the way she moaned made you feel hot all over, and you squirmed with a strange longing for her to put her hand there again.

Wanda noticed this and smirked. "How far you've come in only a matter of minutes. First you were begging me to not touch you, and now you want it." There was a strain in her voice that could only be brought about by her thirst for you. She had gotten a taste, and like a wild animal, she needed more.

Wanda brought her fingers to her pants and unzipped them, pulling them down just a bit as you watched expectantly. Suddenly, a red glow came from her palm and filtered through her fingers in lilting webs of magic, and a large strap-on appeared at her hips.

With an air of urgency, she took your knees and bent them up before situating herself between your legs, leaning down and placing her elbows on either side of your head like anchors so that you were trapped beneath her. You were trembling as she stared down at you with pulsing eyes, breathing through her teeth. Moving her hips, she let her strap rub against your core, the tip nudging in your entrance but staying there outside of you.

Her eyes moved to the wound on your neck that she had left before, and then they moved to the other side of your neck left untouched. She lowered down to nuzzle her face into your neck, and you whimpered in fear, grabbing onto her muscular arms. You were caught somewhere between horror and lust, and the combination of chemicals in your blood made you all the more irresistible to the monster hovering above you. Her red hair was soft on your chest as she pressed a kiss to your neck, and you felt her cock lean further into you.

She was taking her time to build you up, but Wanda couldn't help herself anymore. Suddenly, her weight was crushing you as she sunk her teeth into your neck and her cock into your cunt. You cried out as she entered you all at once, and that sharp pain seized your neck. Wanda started off strong, thrusting hard into you with a force you'd never felt before.

Wanda grunted in your neck as she drank from you, feeling her thirst be quelled with your addictive blood. You grabbed onto her back, feeling like you were about to fall right through the bed. She was over you, inside you, around you, and even in between, surrounding all your senses and invading you in all meanings of the word. It was raw and intimate and cathartic, and you felt drunk with pleasure and pain as she fucked you and drained you.

While your entire body felt on fire, the feeling in your neck turned cold. Wanda knew she needed to stop before she killed you, but the feral animal in her couldn't bear to stop. She wanted more of you, all of you, she wanted to drink every last drop until she was full.

Finding what self-control she had, Wanda had to tear herself away from you with a growl, sitting up and feeling the room spin around her. She was drunk off your blood, inebriated and liberated. As she opened her eyes, you saw the mad, crazed, hungry look in her pupils through your dimming vision. The lightheadedness in you made you relax, and you grabbed Wanda's cape to keep yourself there.

You watched your own blood glisten from Wanda's mouth, smeared all across her face due to the sloppy aggressiveness with which she had taken you. You could feel a wetness on your neck, blood smeared around the bite and even the side of your face, dripping onto the white sheets below and staining them like snow.

Wanda meant it. She wanted to keep you alive. You were too pretty and too sweet for her to ever let you go or let you die.

"You're mine now," Wanda growled, her voice deeper than it was before. "I've tasted you and taken you." She slammed her hips extra hard, driving her cock deep inside you and causing you to whimper. You were halfway there, only able to feel the pleasurable stretch inside you and the way her cock nudged against a sweet spot deep within. "You'll be here with me for the rest of your life, letting me drink you and fuck you. The best part is that you will like it. You do like it, don't you, detka?"

You had lost your mind. You nodded and whined an incoherent form of a confirmative answer, your eyes glazed eyes threatening to roll to the back of your head and stay there.

Wanda smiled in satisfaction as she continued to hammer into you. "I knew you were perfect." Her hips stuttered as she moaned, her thrusts getting sloppier.

Your walls were tightening around her, and the dizziness in your head amplified as a pressure coiled in the pit of your stomach. Wanda fucked you harder so that you were pushed over the edge, arching off the bed and moaning. Wanda watched some of the blood from your neck roll down your chest and over your breast, and the sight alone was enough for her to cum.

You were surprised to feel liquid rushing inside you as Wanda filled you with her fake cum. She slowed her thrusts, and you both were trembling from the heights you had experienced.

Wanda waved her strap away with her magic and sat up from you, looking down at the sight of you. You were bloodied and filled, fucked and drained. You were one of the most beautiful sights she had seen in all her days.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" she cooed, brushing some of the hair out of your face. You could barely open your eyes, only coherent enough to shake your head before it lulled to the side. It was common for victims to sleep after experiencing what you had experienced, so Wanda let you sleep while she got a wet cloth and cleaned you up, as much as she wanted to keep you ruined like that. Putting you in some clothes, she moved you under the covers of the bed and let you sleep peacefully. You needed it, because this was only the start of the pleasure and pain your captor would give you.

[fanficreadinglistandarchieve]

vampire!wanda x female!reader headcanons

pinterest folder (cause that’s how obsessed i’m with vampire wanda)

wanda would use her blood to practice magic; she would be able to read minds and practice witchcraft through her blood

she would feed mostly from random people in the street, passerbys, people leaving nightclubs, nothing special though she did enjoy the thrill of hunting bad people occasionally

but once she meet y/n things get different

they would met on the elevator, y/n coming home from working the night shift at a club

for her own safety, wanda would not feed from the people that lived in her building, that includes y/n at first

they would keep having meet cutes at the building, either leaving or arriving, until wanda decides to go to the club y/n works at as a bouncer

she knows y/n is strong but when a drunk client gives her problems she uses her powers to terrify him so hard he never goes back to the club again, without y/n noticing

she doesn’t expect to get jealous of y/n’s closeness to the bartenders and club regulars, but she does

she offers to take y/n home at the end of her shift one night

as a thank you y/n offers her drinks at her place on her night off

wanda can’t drink but she goes either way, she brings a wine bottle that’s actually blood but keeps y/n from drinking by offering to be the one pouring drinks

they form an unlikely friendship and wanda tries to not mess things up until y/n gets hurt after a shift

that’s when wanda gives y/n her own blood the first time, to help her heal faster

she did not give her blood to y/n before because drinking a vampire’s blood makes a human forcefully obedient and she wanted y/n’s feelings to be genuine

smut warning (dom!wanda, switch!reader, minors dni)

as a vampire wanda doesn’t have a desire for sex anymore, her thirst for blood is bigger than anything else

buuut

when she decides to start feeding from y/n, they make out and wanda starts kissing her neck, ready to bite her

but her urge to touch y/n and make her submit to her gets so much bigger the more they make out, specially when wanda finds out how tight y/n is

so instead of feeding herself she keeps kissing y/n, her hands groping her until she gets under her underwear

“you’re so tight” “i’m usually the one doing the fucking, wanda”

knowing that makes wanda go insane

after making y/n’s cum on her fingers she gets the urge to taste her and gets surprised when that doesn’t cause her nausea or makes her ill, so from that point on wanda basically feeds from y/n’s blood and cum

she did not expect to really have sex with y/n that night because she never goes all the way, just feeds herself and that’s it, her powers makes the prey forget and think a one stand was all that hapenned

so wanda does not have a strap with her that night, but she uses one that y/n has

when wanda asks her for the strap y/n says she wants to touch wanda as well, and to fuck her first

but wanda makes a bet with her and says that if y/n can move her legs after she’s done, then she can fuck her

she does end up feeding from y/n that night: after making her cum a bunch with the strap she spreads y/n’s legs and start to kiss her tighs

that obviously doesn’t happen

that’s when she bits her inner thighs and finally drinks her blood

a vampire’s bite is very pleasure to their prey; it makes them all fuzzy and paralised, but wanda wants more, so she fingers y/n while she feeds

wanda is not hungry so she doesn’t drink too much

when she’s done she licks the bite to heal it

and y/n is so spent she passes out a bit after

wanda can’t stay because the sun will be up soon and y/n’s curtains are not thick enough to protect her

but she comes back the next night and the next and the next

with time wanda’s human desires would come back and she would let y/n touch her, riding her face or her strap until she’s satisfied

her kinks would also get darker: i can see vampire!wanda making a potion to keep herself awake during the day so she could fuck y/n while she sleeps before waking her up. wanda would also be into overstilmulation and blood kink, and sometimes they would do knife play 

nicknames: out of the bedroom wanda would call y/n honey and detka. when they are having sex and y/n gets all whiny from being so fucking overstimulated by wanda, wanda just smirks and gets all condescencing, calling her princess and baby.

[monsterfuckercinematicuniverse]

vampire!valkyrie, agatha, and wanda: how has sex changed since you became a vampire? do you like it better in your current state or when you were human?

[VALKYRIE]: Pros and cons. Touch sensations aren't as strong, but the other senses are. I can smell when my pet is turned on from all the way across the house.

[AGATHA]: Being able to practically smell their blood pulsing to their cunts - that makes every other shitty thing about being undead worth it.

[WANDA]: You can hear their heartbeat speed up too ❤️

[oizysian]

can’t stop thinking about vampire!wanda rn

[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

A Stranger in My Own Home | Vampire!Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader

Prompt: Purple

Words: 1885

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

A/N: Took me long enough to get this out. Wanted to reveal a bit of backstory for Wanda while having an almost like a filler episode to show where they are at mentally before they start on their mission. Lots of existential talk. Continuation of [Stranger in Camo]

Summary: After the decision to step out of the shadows and take action against the inhumane lab experiments around the world, you, Wanda, and Zemo look back at what had led all of you to this point.

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“To think that this place was here this whole time,” Zemo said in wonder, eyes taking in the castle before him. He turned in his seat, seeing the hedges knit back together, closing off any access from the outside world.

Two servants walked up, opening the door for you and Wanda. A woman stepped forward, handing you an iPad with any information she managed to find from the moment Wanda had called her to your arrival.

“Everything is ready for our guest,” she said.

You nodded, locking the screen as you turned to her. “‘Thank you, Ariadne.”

She smiled, giving you a polite nod before making her way back inside. Her smile was strained, you could just tell. Not just because she’d worked for you for a good fifteen years now, but also, from the tension in her shoulders, the wringing of her fingers, and her eyes not quite matching her lips. You would have to remember to go talk to her in private. There were currently other matters to focus on.

“We will send someone for your things later. That is if your information checks out,” Wanda told Zemo, leading him through the imposing double doors of the estate.

“I’m sure you would have had the means to investigate it years ago. Why didn’t you?” he asked, stopping briefly to take in the foyer.

You and Wanda did many remodelings throughout the years, including the purple carpet the ran through the foyer and up the grand staircase, updating with the times while keeping its original charm. Of course, in the place of your long deceased husband were you and Wanda, painted years after she had turned you. Zemo stepped closer to the painting, trying to find any indication of what year it was from.

“Like I’ve told you, we don’t normally interfere in the affairs of humans,” she said, standing next to him with her arms crossed.

“And you’re okay with that? Surely, that makes you no better than the Avengers,” he countered, failing to hide the bitterness laced in his voice.

“You know how humans are when there is something strange and more powerful than them. They’ll fear it, revere it, blame everything on it, then want to control it before destroying it. Right now, I get the sense that the Avengers are in various stages of those things, with you wanting to destroy it.”

Zemo could not deny it, nodding solemnly. “An empire toppled by its enemies can rebuild and rise again, but one which crumbles from within… that’s dead. Forever.”

Wanda hummed. “But they will find a way to come back, just not in the same way,” she said, “It depends on whether they’ve learned from their past. Trust me, I’ve seen it.”

She had traveled the Earth long before she had met you and seen kingdoms and civilizations that changed exponentially or no longer exist. There’s a cycle that is pliable to the will of each generation. Their choices, big or small, could build or tear them down. 

So, she understood where he was coming from. The government of his own country failed their people long ago and the very ones that were hailed heroes to them left the wreckage without sending aid to the ones who had suffered. A whole city had literally fallen and they did nothing to even acknowledge the people there. 

Zemo was only one man, but he was determined to bring down Earth’s mightiest heroes, because among those people that had fallen… was his family. To him, what was the point of having all this power and authority if you won’t use it to help those who you’ve sworn to protect? Those types of people did not deserve all that power. No one does.

“Come,” Wanda said, making her way towards the staircase, “I’ll show you to your room.”

-

Wanda found you in the drawing room, the same one where she had sat down in front of the fire that fateful night and turned you into a being like her. You were lounging on one of the plush couches with a wine glass of sweet warm crimson liquid. You took a sip of it and sighed.

“And what’s gotten you stressed, my love?” Wanda asked, sitting on the floor next to you.

“I spoke to Ariadne not too long ago. Her family had been stuck in the city when it fell. She needs time off to get everything sorted and I offered her any help that I could…”

“And?” 

It wasn’t as if she was being dismissive of it. If anything, she knew all too well the grief that Ariadne was currently going through and all the stress that came with dealing with the aftermath. Wanda also knew that you had always cared for each and every person that had worked for you, treating them like family. Your empathy could consume you for months, maybe even years. Yet, there was something more on your mind besides the passing of Ariadne’s family.

“I just wish I could do more.”

Wanda sighed, grabbing your hands and enveloping them in hers. They no longer feel icy now that your body temperatures were the same, but they didn’t get any warmer, either.

“We can’t save everyone.”

“I know.”

“But we’re trying to save them now, if what that baron says is true.”

You hummed, leaning down to kiss her knuckles. She gave you a small smile, something familiar flickering through her eyes. There were times where you’d see regret or sadness on her face when she thought you weren’t looking. You had approached her once about it and she confessed that sometimes she wondered if it was the right decision to turn you, making you watch the world rise and fall and age around you while you remained the same, depriving you of the simple human pleasures and sentiments. 

The first few years took getting used to, now that you had infinite time and infinite possibilities of what your life could be without there being a deadline. You came to the conclusion that you would not have changed a thing that night. Yes, it was sad to see the people in your home grow older, to see the distant family members that were younger than you having their own families and having a legacy through their children and their grandchildren and growing old with their partners. Only a few of your family remaining knew of what you were. An old family secret passed down through generations. Every family must have had at least one of those.

It would have been a much different experience if she had turned you and left. Living in this world alone forever sounded like torture. But, she stayed. Eventually, the two of you became more than friends, more than a passing curious fancy. You did not know what love, unconditional love, truly was until you met her, and you got to spend an eternity reveling in it.

You tried to imagine what would have been like if she left without turning you. What would you have done? Remarry to keep the estate afloat and keep everyone clothed and fed? Would you be able to salvage it on your own even after the war?

“What changed your mind?” you asked her.

She raised an eyebrow and hummed in question.

“About helping people. Hunting down those labs that were experimenting on people like they did to that boy and his sister.”

“I’ve always wanted to. I did…,” she said, standing up. You made space for her on the couch, letting her sit down before resting your head on her lap. “No matter what age it was, there will always be humans wanting to be gods or deciding to sacrifice others to gain favor of gods. I was a young vampire then, but I already grew sick of it. Lost sight of why I was angry and who I was angry at… I slaughtered an entire village. Villages, in fact.”

She had mentioned about those early days after she had been turned. It was something that she had confessed after you both wanted to make this relationship serious, that she had done horrible things to innocent people.

“You’ve changed since then,” you said firmly, “You have more control. You’re wiser. You won’t lose control like you did all those years ago.”

“How do you know? I had carelessly walked out to confront the boy that looked so much like my brother and almost interfered with their military. How do you know that I won’t just snap after holding myself back for so long?”

You lifted a hand and cupped the side of her head, making her look at you. “Because you’re not alone anymore. I’m here. I’ll always be here, no matter what. Forever and ever until the sun ceased to exist.”

Wanda shook her head with a watery smile at your sappiness, placing her hand over yours. “Until every star fades away.”

Zemo slipped away from the door, overcome with emotions that he had been bottling up up to this point. He understood that he was grieving, but the weight of it had not crashed into him until now. He ducked into another room, not trusting his shaking legs to carry him up the grand stairs to his room. His breath grew heavier with each step towards the nearest chair before he collapsed, tears streaking down his face as he struggled to get the family picture that he had tucked away in his jacket with shaky hands.

There was a jagged hole where his heart’s supposed to be, not so different from the crater that had been left when the city had risen in the sky. He had spoken to them yesterday - was it really just yesterday? - reassuring them that the countryside with his father would be safe and far from chaos in the city. Now, they’re gone. They’re actually gone. All he had left was the remnants of the house in the countryside, this photograph, and the voicemail from his wife. He had a few safehouses here and there, but they weren’t home.

At first, he had felt it unfair for vampires to have the ability to live forever, to have enhancements in their physiology to make them an apex predator, to be nearly invincible. But, sitting here now in a large estate surrounded with the history of Sokovia that dated back possibly centuries, breathing in deeply the musty smell of the library to calm his still beating heart, it did not seem all that glamorous as the stories say. 

How was he supposed to endure the torture of being the one left to continue breathing in the dusty air, walking through dirt and cracked asphalt, feeling every ache in his muscles and bones, and witnessing the miracles and atrocities of the world within his human years? To even think of enjoying a moment of life when they cannot feel the sun on their skin or fill the air with joyous laughter made Zemo feel bitter and filled with self-hatred.

You and Wanda had lost so much even before either of you turned immortal. Still, you had each other. A constant in an ever changing world. Zemo was now alone, untethered in a raging storm, while the world moved on to the next big disaster.

[fandomnerd9602]

Vampire!Wanda cuddles and kisses her detka, Y/N, gently…

Wanda: you’re so amazing and sweet, my detka.

Y/N: (drowsy) anything for you, Wanda

Wanda gently feeds Y/N some cookies and lemonade…

Wanda: you treat me so well, it’s the least I can do for you

She kisses Y/N’s neck, sealing the puncture marks…

Wanda: thank you, baby. Now you rest, I’ll make you dinner when you wake up

[ahhhwomen]

Vampire Empire

Pairing: DarkVamp!Wanda Maximoff x DarkVamp!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: We are going to ignore how long I disappeared, okay thank you.

Also, y/n will not be in a proper relationship with the girls, she will very much be viewed and treated like a pet not a partner, but she will obvi still get the love.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. All mistakes are my own.

AU Warnings: Human pets, abuse, violence, possessiveness, probably incorrect vampire lore, angst, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, kitten play (?), also this is not a Carol positive fic (I have nothing against her, but I needed a villain), death Minors DNI 18+

Summary: Your Master is a cruel woman, but you would never stand a chance against her, but what if they can? Or: You are a weak and abused pet that has never felt love or comfort, but maybe, now you can.

Taglist

Parts:

Part 1: I don't know why I bite.

Part 2: Mom, I'm tired.

Part 3: Nothing really matters.

Part 4: Frostbite.

Part 5: Eternal Slumber.

Part 6: You can say no?

[bellaveux]

kiss of a vampire | w. maximoff

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: injured and alone, wanda finds herself out in the middle of the night, searching for the one person she can trust to help her. on that night, you find out what she truly is.

content warnings: 18+ minors dni. vampire!wanda, human!reader, victorian era, blood, very tiny mentions of homophobia, loss of virginity (?), smut! making out, biting, marking?, soft sex, fingering and oral (r receiving), praising

wc: 3.9k

note: surprise this is my singular contribution for kinktober hehe, happy halloween everyone!

Fall of 1863 in New York was more or less an uneventful time of the year for you. Your mother insists you read as many books as you can find in the manor’s library, and your father insists you go out and attend all those fancy balls and infernal tea parties—all in an effort to make you more presentable for any of your future suitors. It made sense for them to do so. Your mother was a respectable woman in the town, and she married your father, a man of riches, all thanks to that company he founded many years ago. You could honestly care less, not really having to do anything but read your books all day. Occasionally, in the evening when the sun has already set and you got too fed up with turning pages, you went out for a walk down that nice, pebbled trail through the woods, leading you down to that stone bridge over the river.

That’s where you met her. Wanda.

The moon was out. The sun was gone. She didn’t wear a fancy dress like you did the first time you saw her. She wore an unbuttoned vest over her white, well-made dress shirt, black pants, and riding boots to match. Her hair was red, and for a moment, you thought her eyes were the same color. It went away when you blinked, and suddenly, her eyes were green. You had never seen a woman like her before, much less someone similar in town. All the ladies and their voluminous skirts really only had boys, and gossip filled their daily conversations. It was tiring to be around them, but being with Wanda was relieving.

She told stories. Of adventures. Of distant lands you could barely imagine. She’d tell you about the sea, the moon, and the world beyond this little town you lived in. You found solace during your time with her, and you began to look forward to your walks through the woods every evening you could. She’s always there. Like she knows everything… She was your friend. And each time you met her, your heart beat faster than you’d like to admit, and your stomach fluttered whenever you thought about her. You always wondered, does she feel the same? You supposed you’d never find out, because who in their right mind would confess to having feelings for another woman?

Forbidden. Unthinkable. Criminal. That’s what they would say about you. So, you stayed quiet.

During the latest hours of the night, sometimes you’d see the glow of torches outside your window. You hear the noises first. A woman screaming. Pitchforks and shovels thrown up in the air, metal and iron clinking against each other. The sounds of arrows cracking through wood. Monsters, your father would say. They lurk out in the night, waiting and waiting until they come up to their prey and kill… You’ve heard the stories of those vampires, wolves, demons or whatever it is they are. You found it hard to believe. Even more so that so many people are afraid of what they probably haven’t even seen.

But then you see Wanda again. Not on your walk through the woods. Not on the bridge. A quiet knock is what you hear first. You look up from your book in surprise, then see her outside your window, clutching her shoulder in pain. She’s seated on the edge of your window on the other side of the glass, giving you a weak smile despite seeing how confused and worried you were. You rushed over and opened the window immediately, telling her to get in—of course, after you yelled—or whispered, really—at her for showing up at this ungodly hour.

“What in heaven’s name are you doing here?” You exclaimed as you pulled her into your room.

But the moment she winced in pain, you immediately pulled your hands back, afraid that you might have hurt her. You watch her move to lean against the wall underneath the window. She sighs in relief, still clutching her shoulder. Your gaze falls to her hand, right where you see the stains of red seeping through her dress shirt.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” she says through gritted teeth.

“You’re bleeding…” You think out loud, carefully watching her as you hold your breath.

The faint glow of torches outside your window shows up in the corner of your eye—people bustling loudly in your street. You could see Wanda duck even further beneath your window, staring up at the ceiling as you began to put two and two together.

“No…” You shake your head and take a few steps back. “You’re the one they’re looking for, aren’t you?”

Wanda’s gaze softened as she turned to you. Her mouth opened for a moment to say something, but she sighed and laughed sheepishly to herself as she shook her head. Then, you see it in her smile.

She looked up at you again, with those kind and caring eyes you’ve seen on her from the moment you met her, “Please, don’t be afraid of me.”

“Your teeth…”

“I know,” she nodded. “But, I need your help. Please. I’m begging you.”

You didn’t know what to do. “Wanda.”

“They’ll come after me if you tell me to leave, (Y/n),” she reasoned, leaning up to show you she was telling the truth.

“Did you… Have you killed someone?” You could barely get it out.

“No!” She said, “I-I haven’t hurt anyone, I promise you! I-It’s my brother. I’ve been looking for him. He’s…”

“He’s what?”

Wanda sighs and turns away from you in shame. “He’s hungry. We… We haven’t eaten in weeks. He’s got a bigger appetite than I do… I-It’s harder to control him. I think he might’ve hurt someone tonight.”

You stare at her. Her eyes were red now. Her breathing was heavy. Her fangs darted out slightly past her parted lips. You take a second to process what she had just told you. And in truth, you should’ve been scared. You should have been throwing her out of the manor, calling for your father to deal with such a monster.

But to you, she was still… just Wanda. If she wanted to kill you, you’d imagine she’d already done it by now.

You left for a moment to head into your washroom in the corner your room where you tried to find all of the medical supplies you currently had. It wasn’t much—a wet rag, a few bandage wraps, and a kit for stitches. You returned with all the items in your arms, and Wanda looked up at you with a thankful smile.

You sat on the floor with her, your white nightgown bunching up against the wooden paneling. “I… I have bandages—”

Wanda shook her head, looking down to avoid your eyes. “Thank you… But, that won’t help.”

“What will?”

Her eyes bore into yours, but her mouth doesn’t move. She has that look on her face that tells you she's too embarrassed to say or ask for it. Her hands squeezed her shoulder in pain, trying to stop the bleeding.

“Tell me, Wanda.” You say firmly, your gaze unwavering, and for a second, you thought she was intimidated by you. She was, in truth, because of her feelings for you.

“Blood.”

You pause. Then, she repeats it again.

“Blood will… replenish my energy. I haven’t eaten, so I’m weak. On a good day, this wound would not even phase me.”

“My blood?”

Wanda nods. Your prolonged silence tells her that there is no way in hell you’d allow her. Her love for you has her hoping for the best outcome—that you’d have mercy on her and help her relieve the pain. But then again, you don’t owe her anything, and this was a lot to ask. The idea of asking felt impossible even though Wanda had already mentioned it, worried that you might refuse or be horrified by the notion.

“Okay.”

She blinks at you. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. As long as you don’t turn me into a vampire or anything. I don’t mean it to offend you, but it would... complicate things.”

She nods once again, more eagerly this time. “You don’t have to worry about that. That’s, um… That’s a completely different process.”

“Okay,” you repeat, scooting closer to her, looking down at your dress and your hands as you begin to wonder if you should get a knife. “I-I’m not sure how to… do this.”

“Your neck.” She tells you. Of course.

You don’t ignore the way her red eyes darken and the way her ears perk up in excitement as you move your hair carefully to one side.

“Is it going to hurt?”

Wanda’s gaze softened at your words, “I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

She watches you nod and holds her breath as she inches closer to you. Your sweet scent fills her nose with a much stronger fragrance than ever before. She has always loved the way you smelled. It soothed her in ways many other things couldn’t. It was divine, enveloping her senses each time she was near you, and she found herself utterly addicted. She had never been this close before tonight, her breath tickling the side of your neck. She could hear your heart beating fast as she moved closer.

You braced yourself, your heart pounding in anticipation for the expected pain of a vampire’s hungry bite. But it didn’t come. Instead, you felt Wanda’s soft, warm lips meet your skin, kissing it so gently in a way that sent shivers down your spine. You could feel her other hand, resting itself on the curve of your waist. Your breath caught in your throat, and your lips parted slightly as Wanda continued to press her mouth to your skin, littering your neck with the softest kisses she could possibly give you. You couldn’t help but notice the frailty and gentleness of her touches and her kisses, as if they were delicate and almost fragile.

Wanda was lost in the feeling of your skin. Every kiss left her craving for more, and she found herself losing control of the overwhelming desire she had been suppressing for so long.

You were so distracted by the soft kisses she left on you that you barely noticed the faint, almost imperceptible sensation of Wanda’s fangs piercing your skin. She was so gentle, and you expected much less when she had promised, but this… It felt too good. A moan slips past your lips as Wanda bites into you. Her first taste of your blood was nothing short of divine. So sweet. So warm. The most delicious thing she had ever put her mouth on. The flavor of you was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and it sent shivers of pleasure coursing through Wanda’s body. Every second that passed as she drank from you, Wanda began to feel her weakened body begin to mend itself. It was as if your blood had breathed life back into her. Wanda’s senses sharpened, and she felt a profound sense of rejuvenation. The pain in her shoulder began to fade away.

Wanda pulled away from your neck, running her tongue softly against the bite, before turning to look at you. The prettiest thing she ever laid her eyes on.

And Wanda couldn’t resist. She pressed her lips gently against yours and sighed against you. You gasp at the feeling as she places her hands over your waist, then down to your hips, pulling you closer against her. A soft moan falls from your mouth and into hers, and Wanda can’t help but groan. She swiped her tongue on your bottom lip, and naturally, you opened up for her, letting her in to explore the expanse of your mouth, the slight taste of iron on her tongue.

Your lips were parted slightly, and your eyelids felt heavy. But you started to feel weak and lightheaded. You found yourself leaning towards Wanda’s touch, unable to hold yourself up without tipping over, and the next thing you knew, she gently scooped you up and carried you to her bed with her mouth still pressed against yours. Kissing you became the next addicting thing for her. Wanda hovered over you as she laid you down on your back.

She pulled away from the kiss and smiled softly, “You’re so beautiful.”

Her lips traveled down to your neck once more, kissing your skin softly as she felt your arms wrap around her neck. This time, you feel it when she bites you again, unable to stop the moan that escapes your mouth. Wanda smiled as she continued to drink softly from you, her hand reaching up behind your dress to pull at the string that was holding your nightgown together as you arch your back and pressed your front against her. Your dress comes loose with a simple tug, and your cheeks flush, a deep shade of red donning your face as you feel Wanda’s hand cupping and groping your breast over the fabric.

After she pulls away, Wanda kisses your skin again, her lips traveling further south and her face coming up in between your plush breasts. She moans against you, your scent filling her nose in the most addicting way. She could smell you. How aroused you were. How wet you were. And tonight, despite all that you’ve given her, she was feeling a little greedy.

“I want you. I want to make you feel good,” she tells you, her voice all breathy against your skin. “I want to touch you.”

“Please,” you begged her, running your hands in her hair as she began to pull the dress off of you, agonizingly slowly.

When your body comes into full view, Wanda can’t help but stare. She mutters a curse under her breath before letting her fingertips run along your stomach, your nipples, your hips, and your thighs, and Wanda feels like she’s in heaven.

“Stop staring,” you say, pouting shyly as the vampire continues to ogle you.

She only smiles, fangs darting past her lips, “I can’t, angel. You look so pretty like this.”

Wanda leans down to litter your skin with wet kisses and small bruises. She eventually makes her way down to your legs, holding your plush thighs in her hands, and she kisses you, running her tongue over each part that she kisses. You allowed her to spread your knees apart, exposing your glistening sex to her shyly as she leans over, her kisses traveling closer and closer to your wet core.

“Spread your legs wider,” she said, unable to take her eyes off of you.

You do as she says, your hands now gripping your bedsheets slightly. Her fingers make their way in between your folds, softly touching your opening. She lets them move up and down, collecting your slick and spreading it all over, down in between and up to your clit, where she presses slightly harder against your bundle of nerves. She sees you when you bite your lip to stop a moan from falling past your lips. Wanda smiled at the sight. Her love bites are littered all over your skin; the bite on your neck looked more delicious than ever, and your pretty face looked up at her like she was the only one who could ever make you feel like this. Hell, it drives her crazy.

With a new sense of determination, Wanda finally slips her cold finger into you, your tight and warm walls wrapping around her digit. She sighs and leans forward to lay her head against your tummy, watching closely as she pushes her finger in, then pulling out with a squelch.

“You’re so wet for me,” she thinks aloud.

She groans, listening to the delicious sounds of your softest whimpers as she fingers you. Another finger slips inside of you, pulling them in and out of your pussy at a faster pace. Your breathing got heavy. You could feel your stomach getting tighter, but before you could come undone, Wanda pressed her thumb to your clit, working you up to your orgasm. Her fingers are long, and she can’t help but add another one into your tight, dripping sex. Her other hand holds your quivering thigh down as you tremble against her.

“W-Wanda, I’m—”

Your mouth falls open at the feeling of being filled up with her fingers. She’s much faster now, curling her fingers into your walls sloppily as she continues to press your clit, pushing you closer and closer to your high. And then, it comes. Wanda travels up and kisses you, swallowing your moans as you fall apart on her fingers, cumming all over her hand. Your back arched and your legs jerked closed as she pushed your legs back open.

Wanda carefully pulls her fingers out of you, but she doesn’t stop rubbing your clit, making you shiver against her. She rubs it in tight circles as her kisses travel back down to your neck, where she takes another greedy bite into your skin, welcoming the taste of your divine blood into her mouth once again. She groans when you pull her hair slightly, getting drunk off of your essence and the way your hands feel on her head.

When she pulls away, she kisses you again. And when she pulls away for a third time, she makes her way down your body, traveling through the valley of your breasts, over your stomach, and then her destination—back in between your legs. Her nose nuzzles against your clit, your scent filling her senses all over again.

“W-Wait, Wanda this is…”

You had never done this before. And now that Wanda was face to face with your glistening pussy, you got shy. Wanda only looks up at you and smiles, pressing gentle kisses along your inner thigh.

“I want you,” she reminds you, pulling you closer to her face. “I want to be the first one that makes you feel good. I want it to be me. Only me. Inside of you. I want to see how pretty you’ll look when I have my mouth on you.”

She says it so absentmindedly, her eyes not leaving the sight of your pussy as she spreads your lips apart with her thumbs. You couldn’t help but blush at her words, your face getting hotter each time you felt her breath on your pussy. You felt like time was ticking so slowly, with Wanda staring at you for what felt like hours. You grew tense with anticipation, waiting and waiting for her to do something. And when she finally does, your jaw drops, and a silent moan falls from your mouth. Wanda memorizes every little noise you make, the way you arch your back, or the twitch of your thigh.

She was in heaven. Your inner thighs glistened with arousal as she held you down against your bed, noting the way your hands made their way back to her red hair. Your body was a hot, trembling mess right underneath her as she devoured you, licking every space she could reach with her tongue.

When Wanda looks up and sees your mouth wide open in silent screams, arching your back off of the mattress, your soft hand tugging at her locks in a pitiful attempt to slow her down, she knows you’re close. She grew desperate. She keeps licking you, eager to get you closer and closer to your climax. You’re chanting her name as quietly as you can, eyes closed shut as the pleasure keeps building and building inside of you.

“Wanda, I-I’m about to—”

You whimpered, your legs closing around Wanda’s head. She hummed into your pussy and continued to eat you out right as you came into her mouth. She ran her tongue through your folds and over your clit softly, easing you through your orgasm with a satisfied moan. Wanda practically forced herself away from your sex, wishing for nothing but more time with you. She pulled back and sat on her legs to stare at the beauty right in front of her. She rubbed your soft thighs in soothing circles with her hands as she smiled down at you. You trembled slightly, still shaking from the orgasm she had given you.

You reached out to her, your weak arms lifting from the bed, wanting to be in her embrace again. She obliged happily, leaning down to hover over you once again. Wanda kissed you up your neck, to your jaw, and, lastly, to your lips, the taste of you still lingering on her tongue. She moaned against you and smiled into the kiss when she felt your hands slide from her neck to cup her face.

Then, you remembered.

You pushed her away softly, just so you could look at the blood stain on her shirt, where an arrow had struck her earlier tonight.

“I’m okay, now,” you heard her say.

Running a slow and gentle hand over her shoulder, you took a peek, pulling the fabric down a little bit to see her wound, but nothing was there.

“It’s gone,” you said in awe.

Wanda smiled softly at you as you continued to inspect her shoulder. You looked so beautiful. So unafraid of her. And it made her the happiest woman on Earth. She sighs and leans down to pepper a few kisses on your cheek, still surprised by her healing abilities. But you got distracted again, feeling her soft lips against your skin. The light of a candle on your night table danced across the room as she kissed you. Wanda was so gentle. Like she promised.

After a moment, Wanda turned to look out your bedroom window, where she had come in. Her senses immediately took notice of how quiet it was and how dark it was outside. The night embraced the world outside of your bedroom, blackness stretching as far as her eye could see. It was different from the warmth she felt in this sim room—a room with you, her love. It reminded her of the world and now, the secrets you both carried together.

Your voice pulled her out of your thoughts. “You have to go, don’t you?”

Wanda smiled, knowing you already knew the answer to your own question. “Your mother would throw a fit if they found me here.”

You shake your head and roll your eyes at the thought, smiling sadly as you begin to play with the fabric of her shirt.

“I’ll come see you again, angel. I promise you.”

“Tomorrow?” You ask, looking up at her with hopeful eyes.

Wanda turned her attention back to you, and her heart skipped a beat. You were the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Unable to stop herself, she leaned down and kissed you once more.

“Tomorrow,” she said firmly.

With one final, lingering kiss on your lips, Wanda whispered three little words. Then, with a graceful and silent movement, she made her way over to the window through which she had entered. Wanda disappeared into the night, leaving the room she made love to you in. You lay in bed, contentment washing over you as a soft smile played on your lips. She was different from the stories you’d hear about vampires. People called them monsters, and even though you only knew Wanda, she was miles and miles away from being one.

You missed her already.

But just as she promised, you saw her again the next day. This time, with more kisses and closer encounters.

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Her Body Is My Coffin

All your life you'd been told to stay away from the monsters that lurked beyond the gates. They were mean, nasty, and more than happy to eat up anyone as sweet as you. Well, that's what dad told you. He never told you about the monsters that send you hand written poems and pretty flowers attached. He never mentioned how they smelt nice and knew all the right places to kiss you. Too bad for you, because those are the most dangerous ones.

Warnings: Smut, Loss of virginity, fingering, and oral sex! This is a darkfic however this part isn't really that dark!

Series Masterlist

Your parents had always warned you about the creatures that lived beyond the gate. The big ones with nasty teeth and huge claws that would rip up cute little kids like you if they ever ventured out too far. Mermaids with matted hair and sharp teeth that would swim around your feet and drag you right down to the deepest depths of the ocean. Packs of big, hairy werewolves that'd chase you for hours just to rip you limb from limb with their mates. Witches that were happy to cut you open and use your body parts for all kinds of sick spells. For years, you'd been taught that the only thing between you and a gruesome, untimely death was the magic silver gate that surrounded your city.

What your parents didn't warn you about were the pretty monsters. The ones that magically knew what books you liked or would send you sweet notes with the prettiest handwriting you'd ever seen. Those were the real danger. They could sneak into your heart and make you do all sorts of crazy things. For most, it came in the form of simple things like handing over large sums of money or allowing their mind to be enslaved for the rest of their natural lives. For you, it seemed to be something much more intimate.

This monster, whatever it may have been, wanted your heart.

At first, you didn’t think much of the strange gifts you began to receive. You had many suitors so waking up to random and generally outlandish presents. What separated your ghoulish suitors from others was there was no name attached to anything they had given you. Though it frustrated you a bit at first, you began to appreciate it. You had planned to return the first gift and politely decline the advances, just like all the others, but with no name attached you had to keep it. As the days passed, you couldn’t help but to appreciate the craftsmanship of the bracelet. The symbol that hung in the middle as a trinket was foregin to you, but you wore it regardless. The gifts continued to flow in after that. Each more expensive and grander than the last. Simple jewelry paired with pretty flowers turning into books accompanied with never ending love letters. At one point, the suitor had thrown themes out the window and started buying you just about anything you wanted.

Though you came to accept the gifts with open arms, your curiosity was getting the better of you. You wanted to know who your suitor was. It was a dangerous decision, but you couldn't help yourself. You didn't think there would be any danger —if it was purely for a chance at eating you, they would've done it by now. Plus, whatever it was had some means of getting into the city without being detected. That meant either someone was helping them or they were already living among humans undetected. With next to no information, you set off late at night in an attempt to find your mysterious monster.

You needlessly chose to sneak through your window, somehow assuming it would be easier than walking out the front door. After an awkward bit of wiggling and pushing, you say off towards the edge of the city. The only lead you had was that most monsters dwelled in the woods behind the city. If your suitor was sneaking in, they'd probably be coming from there. The east and west gates were heavily guarded and the north was too risky to sneak in.

The woods south of the city always terrified you as a child. You'd only been out down south once for a dear when you were younger. The evil that dwelled within took its toll on the land — so much so that even small parts of it slipped past the gate. It had become a stark contrast to lush forests and vibrant landscapes you frolicked in as a child. It was dark and cold. The trees twisted and formed into odd shapes. The grass remained dead and a flat beige color year round. Sickening growls and other unsettling sounds would come from deep within it. You never knew what or who was making such noises, but you felt bad for them.

Being back near the gates again had reawakened your fear.

You'd become painfully aware of the fact you were exposed to whatever hid in the forest. The feeling of being watched made your stomach tight. Your plan to investigate had been watered down to surveying the area from a distance. Fear had overtaken you and even walking straight became a struggle. The noises from beyond the gate were getting to you. Labored breathing, the sound of footsteps, even the occasional whimper. Forest monsters weren't typically so cruel. You tried to ignore it. You kept your head down and your mind busy while the creature from beyond toyed with you. But when the whining and rustle of trees mixed with unexplainable squelching, you panicked. You ran back home with any consideration for the slowly waking city.

You hadn't gotten any sleep that night and the only reason your night hadn't been a complete waste was because of an envelope that was set in your windowsill. Initially, you thought your suitor had gone back to romancing you with poetic words, but you weren't disappointed to see a letter. You weren't sure what you expected from it. Maybe a long winded confession or an essay on why you were the most adorable person your suitor ever laid their eyes on.

You received three things in that letter.

One, a confirmation on who and what your suitor was. It was more of an apology for what happened the night before, but you were thankful to put a name to such gifts. Though you had a couple vague ideas of what they may have been, knowing she was a vampire made you even more curious. Her name was Wanda Maximoff. It was a foregin surname you were sure, but you decided to focus more on the fact that she had been the mysterious creature watching you last night. It wasn’t the best apology if you were being honest with yourself. Though she admitted to her wrong doings, she seemed to justify them by rambling on about how cute looked. “Like an unprotected newborn kit being swarmed by an eagle” as she strangely put it.

The second being an invitation to meet properly. Wanda didn’t expect you to be bold enough to meet her without the protection of the gate between you, so she kindly suggested simply talking where you two had first “met” last night. She did mention not wanting to meet until next week. There was no given reason as to why you two could not meet any sooner, but you assumed she’d be off doing important vampire things. Vampires were some of the most organized monsters and you knew they had lineages and collations you couldn’t begin to wrap your head around. If Wanda had money to throw at you just about every day for weeks on end, it would make sense she had some important job among her people.

The third and final gift was a bit more intimate and tangible. It was a polaroid you didn’t notice until it slipped out the envelope. It had fallen face down on the ground. You knelt down and noticed the blood red writing on the back. ‘From thinking about you ♡’ it said in the cutest cursive you’d ever seen. The cuteness of the tiny heart and handwriting did nothing to prepare you for what was one the front of the polaroid. The second you flipped the photo, your mouth went dry. Wanda sat on her knees with her thighs spread apart. Her fingers buried deep inside of herself. You could see the way her slick pooled into the palm of her hand. With her mouth slightly agape, you could see the way her fangs poking out at the inside of her lip. She wanted you and that was simply another declaration of it.

The polaroid had been ingrained into your retinas with how much you stared at it. It made the next eight days a living hell for you. No matter how much you tried to ignore it or actually engage in the things happening around you, your mind always wandered back to it. There were multiple times when you had nearly caved and touched yourself to the thought of how Wanda would treat you. Some days you thought of her as a soft and gentle lover. One ready to please you at all times and happy to ruin you. Other nights you thought of her as a greedy and cruel lover who'd tear you apart and use you for her own pleasure.

By the time your special day came, you had overwhelmed yourself. You frantically searched for the perfect outfit. It had to be cute but not too cute or your parents would ask questions. It couldn't be too revealing or you’d freeze before you even got halfway to your destination. Eventually, you gave up and decided to wear something basic in hopes your vampiric lover wasn’t as high fashion as the ones you saw on TV. You felt strangely protected when leaving out the second time. Though you were sure Wanda was miles away from you, knowing someone was waiting from you made the abandoned and unkept area less scary. There was a bit more pep in your step as you made your way further south. You weren’t even aware of how giddy you were until Wanda pointed it out.

“And here I was worried you wouldn’t show up.” The vampire wore a confident smirk as she emerged from the forest. Wanda casually leaned back against a tree. Before she spoke, she decided to let her eyes roam over your body. Her view had been limited to what little she could see from a distance or behind trees. To be so close with so little blocking her view — it was a magical feeling to say the least. “You can come closer, I won’t bite.” Despite her promise of safety, she couldn’t help but make a show of dragging her tongue across her fangs.

You were sure she’d only done it to scare you a bit, but there was familiar warmth in the pit of your stomach that wasn’t fear. Despite your growing arousal, you inched forward until you were right in front of the gate. “I um,” you nervously cleared your throat before continuing, “I really liked your gifts. Especially the poems, they were really cute.” You struggled to focus on your words as Wanda walked closer towards you. The more you looked, the more out of control your thoughts became. You found yourself particularly interested in her fingers. Memories of that damned polaroid flooded your mind all over again. You couldn’t tell it from the picture, but now it was clear that Wanda took great care of her hands. The skin looked silk smooth and her nails had been painted a matte black. Your favorite part was certainly the complicated rings that decorated each of her fingers.

Wanda stared down at you fondly. She leaned down slightly so you two were face to face. “You won’t find it mentioned in many places, but vampires can read minds.” She couldn’t help but laugh when you jumped back in shock. “Awe, don’t be ashamed, I wouldn’t have sent it if I didn’t want you to think about it.” She hadn’t planned on being so cruel to you, but you were adorable. It was a treat for her. For months she watched all the other girls in the city fawn over you and get whatever reaction from you they could. It was only fair she got a chance to as well.

You turned your head away from the woman in front of you in an attempt to get your thoughts in order. You’d subconsciously taken a few steps back. “Can we just talk?” The fact you’d never actually gone on a date had hit like a ton of bricks. “I mean, you’re really pretty and I want this to go somewhere, but I just don’t know what to do.” You flashed Wanda a nervous smile as your arms swung to the side nervously. “I mean, if that’s boring we could do something else– or you could leave if you want!”

Wanda chuckled softly as she sat down on the ground. “You don’t have to be so nervous, I’ll be here until the sun rises.”

The two of you had talked for hours. Wanda offered undocumented information about the world of vampires and you repaid her with any information about your latest interests. Though you insisted you had more interesting things to talk about, it seemed to be the only thing Wanda wanted to hear about. It didn’t make sense why she cared so much about the shows you watched or the style of the clothes you wore, but you were excited to have someone listen to you. Unfortunately, your conversation was cut short by the sound of an alarm.

You instinctively reached for your phone, only to realize it was Wanda’s. “I didn’t think vampires used phones.”

Wanda giggled at your innocence as she sat up. “The older ones tend to stray away from it, but it comes in handy from time to time.” She stretched her arms over her head and stood up slowly. “As much as I would love to hear about your little misadventures, I must get back home before I burn to death.” There was a comfortable silence between you two. For a moment, Wanda just looked at you. Your hair got a little messed up from laying on the ground and it seemed you were fighting a losing battle with sleep. After what deserved to be an eternity, she signaled for you to put your hands through the bar of the gate. She held the back of your hand and nuzzled her nose into your wrist. Wanda took a deep breath and let your scent fill her nose. “I had a really nice night, I hope we can do this again…same time this weekend?”

The way Wanda looked at you made your heart stop. Her eyes were half lidded, but not like the way they were in that polaroid. They seemed more relaxed. There was something in them that just made you feel so safe. “Yeah, same time this weekend.” You were giddy with laughter when Wanda softly kissed your wrist.

“Just get home safe for me, doll.”

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There weren’t words big enough to describe the way Wanda made you feel. Everything seemed to just fall into place when you were with her. She was irresistible. What was originally just a late night visit on the weekend turned into an every other day thing. If you had it your way, it’d be every day, but Wanda insisted you make up for the sleep you would end up missing the night before. To make up for the insufferable time apart, Wanda had given you her phone number. You found yourself calling and texting her as much as you could for just about any reason you could think of.

It had been a few months into your little arrangement when Wanda suggested you spend a few days over her house. Though you were a little nervous, you accepted the invitation. You had only left the city a few times in your life and you had no clue what lay deep in the forest, no human did. However, you refused to let fear and uncertainty get in the way of your love life. Your brain hardly had any room for fear when you were so caught up in what would happen once you got to Wanda’s house. Cuddling, sharing food, or just being in the same room together. The thought alone made your stomach flutter.

After one awkward climb and a car ride filled with questions, you had your wishes granted.

You were in Wanda’s house. It was a lot bigger than you’d imagined, but it still had that red homey feel you grew to expect from Wanda. The bed in the center was made perfect and decorated with expensive looking red pillows and cozy quilts. You noticed the litany of products sat out on top of the vanity with a tiny red stool in front. There was even a walk-in closet.

"Is this all for me?"

Wanda smiled at the excitement in your voice. "Of course, unless you prefer to sleep in my room." She watched as you looked back between her and the bedroom before you. "I'm kidding, doll, you don't have to choose!" Her arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you in. She attacked your face with kisses. Your mere presence made her house feel infinitely more homey. The thought of you leaving was too much to bear. "Let's get you washed up and ready for dinner, yeah?"

"Oh yeah!" You bent down to tie your shoes only for Wanda to stand you upright. You let your body be guided to the armchair next to your new bed. "Is something wrong?" Despite your worries, you sat down. Maybe there was some weird vampire guest ritual you didn’t know about.

“Pretty dolls like you need help getting dressed, don’t they?” Wanda asked as if she was going to wait for your approval before she began stripping you, but she simply didn’t. You had barely processed what she had asked you by time she had undone the buttons of your shirt and had you completely naked from the waist up. Your arms moved to cover your chest, but Wanda was quick to pin them to the bed. “It’s just you and me, sweet bear, there’s no need to be nervous.” She placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before she dropped to her knees in front of you.

You swallowed a lump in your throat as you watched Wanda. To say you were flustered was an understatement. There was no clear indication of what Wanda was planning. Was she trying to tease you or was this just her way of saying she loved you? Your eyes remained glued to the woman between your thighs as she carefully untied and removed your shoes. It was a strangely intimate interaction. Even if your brain had gone off the rails and into the deepest pits of lust. To have someone take care of you at such a high level made you feel safe. You were out in the middle of nowhere and Wanda could do anything she wanted to you, but she chose to take care of you instead. “I really like this, thank you,” You whispered softly.

“I can tell. Your thoughts get very loud when you’re needy.” Wanda’s hand drifted down to the space between your thighs. She cupped your pussy, letting out a soft groan at how wet you were. "Dinner can wait a bit, yeah?" She bit her lip as her hand slipped past the waistband of your underwear. Eventually, she would stop asking and just take you, but for now she'd at least let you think you could say no. "Oh, you're so wet for me. This is all for me, yeah," She moaned out as her fingers teased your slit.

You nodded in agreement. As much as you trusted Wanda, you couldn't help but be nervous. You were a virgin to the highest degree. A few kisses at the end of dates, but nothing beyond that. Hell, you couldn't even finger yourself properly. You were well aware that you should've told Wanda that, but you didn't want her to hold back. "You can do whatever, I can take it." If you weren't embarrassed by the way your voice cracked and completely gave out on your lie — you certainly were when Wanda laughed at you.

"Oh, sweet thing," Wanda cooed as she peppered kisses up your inner thing, "you're a really bad liar." She stuck out her tongue and slowly licked from your clit all the way up to your navel. Then she kissed down the spit trail she left. Her nose nuzzled into your stomach as she slowly inhaled your scent. "I can smell it." She closed her eyes as if she was thinking. "After I take you, we'll be connected forever." Wanda dragged her tongue up your slit and wrapped it around the throbbing bud at the top.

You shiver at the sudden stimulation. Wanda's tongue proved to be a wonder on its own. Your body twitched and jolted at every movement. The overwhelming wetness leaking out between your legs embarrassed you. A familiar burning began to grow in your stomach. "No, it's too much," You whimpered. You were grateful Wanda was kind enough to lift her head when you pushed her away. When you locked eyes with Wanda everything felt okay. "I- we can keep going, just not like that."

Wanda nodded slowly as she rubbed your thigh. "Let's just do one finger for now, yeah?" She climbed on to the bed and laid back on the pillows. A smile spread across her face when you sat between her legs without her saying a word. "Keep being sweet like that and I might not be able to control myself," She chuckled before placing a firm kiss on your shoulder. Wanda dragged her finger up to your lips and pressed against them. "Get it nice and wet for me, I don't want it to hurt."

Your lips parted slightly, allowing two of Wanda's fingers to slip in with ease. It's a strange feeling. You're barely allowed to suck or move your tongue. You gagged whenever Wanda would thrust her fingers into your mouth. The way Wanda used your mouth was undeniably erotic. Feeling her fingers graze over teeth sent another jolt up your spine. Sitting still became impossible. Your lungs felt as if they were going to explode. You couldn't breathe, but you were more aroused than you'd ever been.

Wanda pulled her fingers out of your mouth and used her free hand to tilt your head up so you were looking at the mirror. "You're such a messy thing," She whispered in your ear as her fingers slipped down between your thighs. Her finger sunk into you with ease. "You're so needy, I can't imagine how you handled yourself before me." She pumped her fingers inside of you slowly, allowing you time to adjust.

You moaned softly at the new found stimulation. The length of Wanda's fingers quickly proved to be more than just aesthetically pleasing. You were already wet before, but Wanda had you forming puddles in mere seconds. "Wanda, please," You squeaked out. You had no clue what you're begging for, but you trusted Wanda would be kind enough to give you whatever you needed.

"Awe, sweet doll, I don't think you can handle much more than this," She teased. Wanda slipped her second finger inside of your pussy. It was near impossible to move with the way you clenched around her fingers. "You sound so good, don't hold back, doll." Her eyes were focused on the mirror in front of her. It was dangerous to have a silver mirror in the house, but if it meant a clear view of your body like this — it was worth the risk. "Look at my perfect doll, you're too cute."

You looked up at the mirror just for a second. Initially, you were shocked by the lack of Wanda's reflection. The shock was immediately taken over by another wave of unfiltered arousal. There you were. Completely naked, sweaty, and being stretched out by seemingly nothing. It was more than enough to send you over the edge. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't hold it!"

Wanda leaned forward as you hunched over. "Shh, it's okay. I got you. Just let it happen." She continued pumping her fingers inside of you so you could ride out your orgasm as long as you could. "There we go, just breathe…nice and slow for me." Wanda pulled her fingers out of you using her clean hand to rub your back. "You did so good for me, now let's get you cleaned up."

You hadn't even caught your breath, but part of you craved for more. Maybe it was the giddiness of losing your virginity or maybe it was the fact you could suddenly hear all the dirty thoughts going through Wanda's head. One orgasm certainly wasn't enough, but you knew better to ignore any warnings Wanda had given you. "Okay, but you're gonna have to carry me."

"And I'd be more than happy to."

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Vampire girlfriend

Summary: You're a vampire, you're in the avengers compound as a villain prisoner, luckily you have someone to keep you company, Wanda is completely infatuated by you and you just can't deny her, especially her delicious blood

Words: 1,525

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, blood drinking, Wanda being protective, Nat being a bit of a bitch tbh, innuendos, mention of smut lmk if I missed anything

A/N: I wrote this in half an hour because why not? I guess

A/N: This Wanda is age of ultra Wanda so like emo dirtbag Wanda with slight anger issues

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"Y/n? Where are you?" Wanda snuck into your room after hours so no one could see, with you being a prisoner and all Tony wasn't keen on Wanda coming to see you, but that didn't stop the witch

"Why are the lights off?"

A pair of hands wound themselves around her body from behind and pulled her back into them "hey gorgeous girl, did you sneak away to come and see me again?" Your voice was low and close to her ear giving it a nip that surprised her

"I missed you" she whispered letting herself relax into your arms "I know honey I know, a shame Tony was being a dick and wouldn't let you see me today, I wore something I wanted you to see" Wanda spun around in your hold kissing you softly not wanting to do more since the guards were doing their rounds and you were both sure they wouldn't want to hear any noises coming from down here

"What did you wear?" You were in your pyjamas now so she was sure you weren't talking about them, but she thought you looked sexy in anything so it didn't matter.

"Something red, something skimpy, something that shows off the marks you left on my thighs when I pounded so hard into you and you needed something to hold onto"

Wanda's hands gripped your shoulders, there was a small light that showed your face holding a smirk and your eyes on her neck "can I have a drink?" You asked and Wanda nodded "please, my neck has been tingling all day for you"

You laughed "awh honey don't worry I'll take care of your tingles" you lent down to her neck kissing and licking the two bites marks already there "don't tease" she breathed out and you chuckled "I'll tease you as much as I want detka, you have no power over me here"

Without another word your fangs pierced her skin sucking the sweet sweet blood from her neck feeling it go down smooth down your throat

"Fuck, hold on Y/n too much" Wanda weakly tried pushing you away but you growled holding her tighter refusing to let go, when you did finally stop Wanda was nearly limp in your hold "sorry baby I got carried away" you whispered leading her to the bed and laying her down grabbing the covers to warm her cold back up

"C-cold" she groaned and you kissed her forehead "rest princess, thank you for letting me drink from you"

She hummed in response pulling the blanket close to her body "its kay"

You lay down with her pulling her close kissing her shoulder "ty moya navsegda krasivaya devushka"

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"......You went to see her again didn't you?" The team were in a meeting the next morning but Wanda wasn't paying attention, not really, she just kept thinking of when she'd go and see you again

"Don't start Nat, you don't know her like I do" she snapped back at the redhead in a whisper "Wanda I'm just concerned, she's a dangerous vampire and a known manipulator, she could be in your mind"

Wanda couldn't help but let out a laugh earning a glare from Steve to which she apologised looking back at Nat "I'm a powerful witch Nat, if anything I'm in her mind and her mind is a wonderful, erotic place"

Nat dropped it and both women carried on with the meeting but of course Wanda wasn't listening, she was just so excited to go back to you

"....and the vampire will accompany us but we need a volunteer to escort her" Wanda was too late listening when she realised what Steve said, she put her hand up but another shot up first, Nat, why did she want to take you on the mission?

"Thank you Nat for volunteering, here's hoping it all goes well, you can go down after the meeting to tell her about the mission"

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You had your eyes closed enjoying the silence until your door slammed open jumping you awake seeing Wanda storm in looking angry, you did like an angry Wanda "I hate her so much!"

She sat down on the bed closing her eyes and trying to calm down, you were very intrigued "are you okay moya krasavitsa?"

She sat up suddenly and straddled you kissing you hard, not that you were complaining at all, every time she was angry you reaped the rewards and it was always amazing

The door opened and your least favourite person interrupted you "Natalia, if you interrupt us again I'll tear you limb from limb and enjoy every fucking second of it" you growled out letting Wanda get up from your lap aiming at Nat

"Why did you accept it?"

Oh? Was she mad at her best friend? Interesting

Nat crossed her arms "Wanda you can't at this point be trusted to take Y/n on a mission while you're being intimate with her"

You sat up really interested in the conversation for once "I'm going on a mission? Great! I need to get out of this room"

"We're going back to where we found you, your friends are getting taken in and you need to help us get them"

You rolled your eyes "you know they've moved now right? you guys are so stupid" your hand found Wanda's bringing her back close to you kissing her neck to calm her down "so why aren't you escorting me on this avenger suicide mission my love?"

Wanda let out a sigh enjoying the feeling of your lips "because Nat put her hand up first" you chuckled "does Nat think she can handle me? I don't think she can, can she honey?"

The assassin scoffed "you're not scary Y/n, we caught you pretty easily"

You looked up from Wanda's neck staring at Nat "did you? Or did I want to be caught so I could spend time with the hottest witch I've ever seen in my life and death?" You nuzzled Wanda's neck making her giggle and pull you into a hug "you're so fucking cute princess, you should move into my room, I could have you whenever I wanted then"

Wanda's eyes lit up "yes! I really want that, Vision keeps trying to get my attention and I just want to stay here with you"

You bristled at the name of Vision, that stupid robot better stay away from your girl "I'll crush his robot parts if he touches you"

Nat huffed breaking the weird conversation you two were having "well this is lovely but Wanda isn't staying in this room, I don't want to come in one morning and see her throat ripped out because you're an animal-

You were across the room in seconds wrapping your hand around Nat's throat pressing her against the wall "don't you fucking dare call me an animal!"

Nat laughed "did I hit a nerve? You're the worst type of animal and I can't wait until I put a bullet in your head"

You laughed "bullets don't hurt me Nat you know that"

"I have a special bullet for you" she winked and your smile dropped

You let her neck go stepping back "you're kidding"

She shook her head "you start anything with me and I won't hesitate to shoot you with it"

You were both locked in an intense eye contact until Wanda stepped in "Nat can you just let me have 5 minutes before you do the stupid briefing?"

Nat agreed leaving you and her alone "what bullet is she talking about babe?" Her arms wrapped around your midsection kissing your cheek to bring you back to her "Y/n?"

You shook your head looking down at Wanda and smiling "don't worry about anything Wands, she wouldn't dare use a silver bullet on me"

Wanda was confused "a silver bullet? I thought they were just for werewolves?"

Shaking your head you kissed her softly "so cute, no they can be used for every supernatural creature and person, but she won't use it, she'll have to deal with you then won't she?"

Wanda nodded her head "yeah! But she won't hurt you baby, I won't let anyone hurt you"

"Thank you my love, are you staying again tonight?"

Wanda looked down unsure of her answer "I don't know, Tony might get suspicious"

you pouted "but I get lonely in here Wanda and I really enjoyed having you here last night, I had a delicious midnight snack, come on just stay here, you can go early in the morning before anyone wakes up"

You knew it didn't take much convincing to make Wanda stay, she was so devoted to you "what do you say?"

Wanda nodded "okay"

"That's a good girl, now go and get your sleepwear while I listen to the angry assassin for a few minutes" you kissed her quick and spun her around to the door giving her ass a smack

"Hey! Baby you said you wouldn't do that suddenly"

You shrugged "I can't help it your ass is just so perfect"

Wanda left and Nat walked in right after slamming the door, you didn't react instead just sitting on your bed watching her

"Shall we begin Natty?"

[wandasverison]

wanda maximoff - vampire au

[anyaeras]

Fucked up day || Wandnat

Paring Wanda x Natasha x Reader

Summary || Wanda and Natasha got a little carried away this Friday the 13th, but they did it in the name of love hmm?

Warnings || smut ,, AFAB!reader (They/them pronouns) ,, dom!wanda ,, dom!GP!Natasha ,, sub!reader ,, cunnalingus ,, d!v sex ,, light bondage ,, murder mentions ,, dark!plot ideas ,, slight mommy!kink ,, (a little degrading, if you squint) ,, manipulation concepts

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Friday the 13th Was all a joke to you, a stupid day that everybody wanted to act absurd, especially this Friday the 13th as it was in October approaching Halloween, you on the other hand had decided to have a quiet evening, until the news came on.

Reporting that multiple suspicious murders have taken place in your nearby city, no idea who the suspected killer is and it seems that they were still loose.

Clearly that's a little unsettling as a serial killer on the loose nearby isn't the most comforting feeling, yet it must be a whole Nother Friday the 13th prank that has gone way too far.

Now around 8:30 at night long after the sun had set, the cold brisk of the fall evening had settled, in the kitchen y/n was preparing a late dinner, simple really cutting up a few vegetables for the dish just than their phone with off.

'Unknown caller ID' the name read thinking nothing of it y/n let it go to voice mail, yet moments after the number called again.

Curiosity, overpowered ignorance, with that y/n picked up their cell.

"Do you like scary movies?" A strange male sounding voice asked over the line, leaving y/n with a shiver.

"Umm not really, I don't watch them a lot" y/n replied not thinking to much about it as none of this seemed familiar.

"What a shame, I wanted to know what's your favorite scary movie?" The raspy voice asked and that's when it hit her, the movies with the stabbing, that's what the line was from.

"Haha very funny, trying to prank me with a line from a movie" y/n said clearly not impressed before hanging up, a huge horror movie mistake.

Then again it was just a joke, going on continuing, making their meal, the sound of the front door opening, caught them off guard.

"Hello? Can I help you?" Y/n voice shouted threw the house.

"Yes sure you can y/n." The same raspy voice from over the phone now was heard throughout their house.

"This isn't funny what is this a sick joke to you?!" Y/n shouted now finally a bit uneasy with the whole situation, especially because I had no idea who would come into their house.

Y/n felt something or should they say someone quickly grab them pulling them backwards, kicking and screaming to get loose yet someone in a ghost face mask also now stood in front of them.

"every good screen movie always has two killers" the ghost face in front said.

Y/n was manhandled into a chair tied down in merely seconds.

"See y/n all these killing tonight were for you, we did it for you." The ghostface behind y/n explained

"What do you mean you did this for me? You killed innocent people?!" Y/n shouted out now confused and disgusted.

A phone was pulled from the front ghostfaces pocket, showing y/n each person who was killed, each one in someway had a relationship to y/n and they knew it.

"Y-you kill my friends? W-why?" Managing to stutter out words, almost frozen in a form of shock.

"They weren't your friends, especially not him!" the first ghost face was clearly becoming impatient as they should the photo of y/n's boyfriends slashed body, causing y/n to gasp, a few tears falling down their face.

"You're sick!"

"We aren't sick, we are protecting you, he would've just hurt you honey, we will protect you" at that point the slasher in front took off their mask, revealing themself

"Natasha?" Y/n gasped seeing the fiery redhead under the mask

"W-who's that-" now asking referring to the other masked murderer confused if one of them was Natasha, then who could the other one be?

Removing the mask, a shimmering Burnett was revealed

"Wanda? Why? Why me? Are you both going to kill me now?" They asked the two once masked murders who giggled in response to said question.

"Of course not silly, we did it all to save you, we wouldn't want to hurt you dear" Wanda spoke softly her knife touching y/n face gently.

"S-so what exactly do you want with me" clearly y/n was still confused on why their friends caused all these killings when the only reasoning they gave y/n was they killed them was to 'save you'

Natasha took her turn moving closer so that she could grab y/n's jaw forcing them to look up at her.

"Y/n, Wanda and I want all of you детка. You are ours" Natasha spoke soft words in a harsh tone

"SO YOU KILLED A BUNCH OF PEOPLE, ARE YOU GUYS DUMB WHAT IF YOU GET CAUGHT?" Y/n shouted finding the whole situation absolutely absurd.

"Are you going to turn us in?" Natasha's face held the same signature smirk, each word was taunting to the person tied in the chair.

"No they wouldn't turn us in, they don't wanna lose us" Wanda joined in on the teasing, giving y/n a quick kiss

Y/n couldn't help but enjoy the kiss, as much as they didn't want to due to the circumstances, y/n did have a tiny crush on the two women.

"That's pathetic y/n, you didn't even pull away" Wanda laughed clearly y/n wanted them even after they killed, and tied them up, and both older women knew that would be the outcome, that's why they did it.

"Guys I- umm" y/n being flustered made Natasha laugh, now taking a kiss herself from the tied up y/n.

"It's okay to want us детка" Wanda spoke softly brushing some of y/n's loose hair out of their face.

"But I shouldn't-" quickly y/n's words were hushed by the two other women who wanted to ruin the innocent one who was tied to a chair.

Natasha was getting fed up with y/n going back and forth and finally took things into her own hands. Swiftly moving to kiss now down y/n's neck, making them gasp at the feeling.

"T-Tasha" y/n's words were breathy as the redhead kept kissing on them

"Darling it seems you're a little trapped, would you like us to stop?" Wanda asked softly yet she was serious, for being a bit crazy, she was still caring and didn't want to do anything to harm y/n. Natasha also pulled away for a moment looking up at y/n for their consent yet when y/n whined for them to keep going the knew it was free game.

Natasha moved back into sucking non y/n's neck while Wanda dropped to her knees between y/n's legs.

"Can mommy taste you honey?" The name caught y/n off guard yet they still nodded giving Wanda the go, now as the witch moved y/n's pants to the floor, along with their panties she almost went feral just at the site.

"Fuck" the one tied to the chair huffed out biting their lip as Wanda got to work, having fun working y/n up

"Look at you, all tied up for us" Natasha teased as Wanda was a bit busy.

Natasha moved to grope y/n's body even more, slowly bringing them over the edge.

"Let go for us моя ангел" the redhead coaxed them over the edge, forcing y/n into their first orgasm.

Wanda lifted her head to forcefully kiss y/n, making them taste themself on her cherry colored lips. As Wanda held the kids her hands moved behind the chair, untying y/n's arms, so that the Burnett could reposition the once tied up y/n, now pushing them onto all fours, Natasha stood behind, while Wanda moved to stand in front.

"Can we use you pretty one?" Wanda bent down asking softly, yet her words were far from innocent, yet with y/n's brain already being fuzzy they were quick to nod along.

Natasha undid her jeans, pulling out her dick, finding a way to line up with y/n's cunt, slowly sliding into them making y/n moan out loudly, which Wanda countered by forcing y/n's mouth onto her cunt, giving the Burnett pleasure each time y/n moaned, Tasha on the other hand was railing y/n from behind as her dick was covered now in y/n's slick juices, making it easier for her to move in and out, which was causing y/n to scream moving closer to their second climax's.

"F-fuck I-I'm close" y/n groaned out, making Natasha thrust harder, as she herself was rather close.

"Make mommy cum and you can cum y/n" Wanda ordered making y/n work even harder at eating out Wanda, focusing on her clit more than before until the women's legs were shaking as she let go her orgasm left, prominent on y/n's face.

"Go on дорогой let go" Wanda whispered as Natasha also let her seed fill y/n, which was the finally push, making y/n shake as she orgasmed loudly.

"You did so good baby" Natasha whispered pulling out slowly, still using her arms to help support y/n, as it was clear they couldn't stand on their own.

"So so good for us, but детка, we have got to get out of here" Wanda explained now lifting y/n, supporting their weight, as Natasha grabbed keys, they were ready to skip town due to the early nights activities but as well as taking y/n far far away from this fucked up town, on the fucked up day....

[monsterfuckercinematicuniverse]

vampire wanda: when you met your human, were you immediately smitten? did you watch them from afar at all? did you follow them as a bat?

[WANDA]: Oh, I knew right away that we were destined to be together. I only followed them a little bit…just to learn their routines and interests! That way I knew what we should talk about!

[almendriww]

A vampire and a witch, the sun never bothered her anyway