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Can't Keep My Eyes Off Of You

Neighbour!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Kinktober Day 6: Phone Sex @flightlessangelwings

Word Count: 1.8K

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Fucking your neighbour was the best bad idea that you’d ever had. 

Wanda cooked dinner for you every night. When you knocked on her door, she would open it with a bright smile. You knew she loved your company. Every part of it.

There was something painfully hopeful in her smile, a desperate wish that this night would be like the ones before.

Every night, her homemade dinner lay forgotten for hours. You’d fucked her more times in the kitchen than you’d managed to eat there. 

You didn't plan to leave town. But with a job like yours it was a matter of time.

When you told Wanda about your work trip, you saw the panic in her eyes before it smoothed itself away. She held a brave smile, inviting you to dinner when you came back into town. 

You knew how much she craved you. Your attention and your affection. It made you never want to leave.

When you locked your house, a suitcase at your feet, you could see her. She watched at her window as you pulled away from the curb in a taxi. You could see the shadow of her hand touching the glass pane. Her eyes full of longing.

The next evening you ate alone at a hotel restaurant. The work day had gone well, but you felt yourself craving something more. An itch you couldn't get rid of you. You tried to watch porn. You spent the time thinking of Wanda. What she was wearing. What her hands were doing instead of you.

You passed the rest of the evening with more work, willing the clock in the corner to keep counting onwards. Your foot tapped the carpeted floor. It was hard to focus.

Midnight came and went. The alarm clock dialed back to zero, ready to start again. 

You stared at the red numbers.

You called Wanda on an impulse, lying back against the starchy hotel pillows as you dialed. 

Wanda answered on the third ring.

‘Oh. Hi’ She breathed down the line. You felt your skin tremble at her voice. ‘I didn’t think you’d call.’

‘What are you wearing?’ You asked bluntly, not interested in wasting time.

There was a pause. The tremor in Wanda’s voice was full of wanton hope.

‘A skirt.’ She said quietly.

‘What skirt?’ You asked, closing your eyes as you tried to picture it.

The pause was long again.

‘Do you remember?’ Wanda asked hesitantly, ‘What I wore that day we met in the library? It’s a dark red skirt and I’m wearing the same blouse -‘

‘Same heels?’ You interrupted, you slipped your hand between your thighs. She'd been so hot when you'd first seen her. All hesitation and barely covered breasts.

‘Yes. I - I missed you this evening, I wanted to remember. Wanda trailed off, her voice sounded like it was soaked in honey. Your mouth was dry.

‘Lie down on your bed.’ You told her, your stomach curling with the anticipation.

‘Okay.’ Wanda agreed. You could picture her flushed obedience. You heard the hurried clicking of her heels on hardwood.

There was the soft rustle of sheets and a quiet thump.

‘I’m in my bed.’ She swallowed. ‘Where are you?’

‘Close your eyes.’ You lowered your voice.

‘Okay.’ Wanda whispered.

You let your hand slide between your legs as you started talking. You were wet already.

‘How many times did you want to fuck me, before that day in the library?’ You asked roughly.

You heard Wanda gulp.

‘A lot.’ She whispered.

‘What would you do Wanda? What would you do to yourself?’

Another pause, you listened patiently to the static on the line.

‘I’d touch myself.’ Her voice was higher. ‘I’d think about you.’

‘What did you think about?’

‘Your breasts.’ Wanda moaned, and you smiled, certain she was touching herself once again. ‘I saw you by accident, you forgot to close the blinds.’

‘I heard you Wanda.’ 

‘No.’ She murmured, a trace of worry and pleasure. She breathed a soft moan to herself.

‘You weren’t quiet Wanda. I could hear you calling my name all night.’

‘No.’ Wanda sounded dazed and hurried. Far off in her mind. 

You could picture her. Skirt hitched up as she rubbed herself.

‘I’m there now Wanda. I’m watching you.’ You lied. ‘I heard you.’ 

‘Oh. You’re not supposed to see.  Oh.’ Wanda cried in panic.

'You're hurrying.' You told her in a low voice. You touched yourself slowly, loving the sound of her shallow breaths. 'I need you to be gentle. You have to let me watch.'

‘I can’t be gentle. I need, I need.’ Wanda moaned like the sound was inescapable.

‘Rub yourself slowly.’ You told her calmly. ‘You've been too needy haven't you? You didn’t even take off your underwear.’

Wanda whimpered and you knew you were right. ‘I just pushed it to the side.’

You tsked. ‘You didn’t take off those heels either. You’re making such a mess, Wanda.’

‘I can’t help it.’ Wanda cried, half delirious. You knew she was painfully close. Every time Wanda pressed her clit, a small gasp fell from her lips. She was so sensitive, even to herself. ‘I just need. I want. I just. Please.’

‘I want you to use your fingers, Wanda. But you have to add them gently.’ You ordered. ‘I want you to be full.’

Wanda groaned down the phone, and you felt yourself tighten around your own hand.

‘You’re watching me.’ She moaned. ‘I didn’t know.’

‘I’m watching you.’ You promised. ‘Move your fingers back and forth Wanda. I want you to come.’

‘I’m so full.’ Wanda cried out. ‘Oh. Oh.’ 

Her hips were jumping off the bed. You knew it.

You hummed, your own orgasm was still making your thighs shake.

‘Y/N.’ She moaned. You could picture her perfectly, eyes closed and writhing on her bedspread. ‘Are you here? Are you still watching?’

‘You’re beautiful.’’ You lowered your voice with soft reassurance. ‘Of course I’m watching. I can’t look away.’

Wanda screamed your name, over and over as she came.

#wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #kinktober #wanda maximoff imagine

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Slow Burn

Rockstar!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1K

Kinktober Day 5: Table Sex @flightlessangelwings

You stood at the front of the crowd. You couldn’t take your eyes off her. She was your favorite artist. Her music was the soundtrack to your life.

All you could think about was how much you wanted to fuck her.

Wanda Maximoff had stormed onto stage with undeserved disdain for the audience. She moved as she sang, her voice dripping with something indescribable. Everything about her was untouchable.

The loud speakers thudded beside you. You could feel the vibrations in your throat.

Above you on the stage, Wanda was both dangerous and ethereal.

Intimidation and attraction warred inside you. Your stomach twisted with longing. You fought the urge to reach out and try to touch her.

Wanda’s hand trailed thoughtlessly over her body as she lost herself in the song. You were close enough to see the sweat drip down her neck. You swallowed as images raced into your mind.

Her oversized white shirt was rolled up at the sleeves. You watched the muscles in her forearm tense as she gripped the microphone. 

Wanda leaned forward as she held the last note. Her long red hair was thrown to one side. You were in awe.

Without warning, Wanda’s eyes flashed to you and you lost your breath. They lingered on you for a moment too long. There was something dangerous about her stare. Something tempting too.

She ran her fingers through her hair, straightening up as the song ended. 

The next song started. One of your favorites. Wanda glanced at you again. She smirked as she walked to the other side of the stage.

You felt dumbstruck. Her voice was seeping into your veins. Her eyes were something else. 

By the last song, Wanda had looked at you more times than you could count. Everytime her attention lingered on you, you felt your cheeks heat.

Did she know how much you wanted to touch her?

Before you left the venue, you felt the tap of a security guard on your shoulder. You knew what they were going to say before they said it. You nodded eagerly. 

You followed them backstage, to a dressing room door with a scrawled Maximoff taped on the outside. The security guard knocked for you and then you watched him walk away. He didn’t look back. Your palms felt clammy. 

The door opened and Wanda revealed herself. She nudged the door open with her hip. She had a whisky glass in one hand, a bottle in the other. Immediately, your mind went blank. All you could think was that you wanted her to touch you. Could you ask yet? Was it time?

‘Hi.’ You said shyly instead. 

Wanda looked you over with practiced ease. She glanced at your band t-shirt, a drawing of her plastered over your chest.

The shirt was an old favorite, a little tight around your bust. Your cheeks heated as you realized your nipples had hardened beneath the fabric. 

Wanda’s smile turned feral. 

 ‘C’mon.’ She directed you. Her voice rasped from overuse. You swallowed another wave of desperation. Already you could feel a slow, needy throb beginning between your thighs.

Wanda stopped at a large table that held the remnants of various refreshments. Empty glasses and food containers were scattered across the surface. 

‘I’ve loved your music forever.’ You told Wanda eagerly, watching her pour out a half glass of whiskey. ‘I never thought I’d get to see you in person, let alone meet you. I didn’t think you’d be so -’

You hesitated, remembering yourself.

‘So what?’ Wanda prompted, her expression daring you to say it. She lifted the glass to her lips and drained it slowly. You watched her swallow. Her thumb brushed the corner of her mouth. 

‘Hot.’ You blurted.

Wanda stared at you. Her eyes were darker than on stage and this time she didn’t look away. She put down her glass on the table.

‘Then why are you standing over there?’ She asked simply.

A law of magnetism brought you forward.

The heat of her body made you shudder. You’d never wanted anything as much as this. You could feel your heart pouding inside your chest. The desperate need between your legs became uncomfortable.

Wanda touched you. Her fingers trailed down your bare arm. The light sensation brought goosebumps to your skin. You watched the muscles in her forearm tense and relax. You tried to remember how to breathe. 

Wanda held your chin between her thumb and forefinger. She tilted your head up and kissed you slowly. Her mouth tasted sweet, the whisky burned your throat like an afterthought. You moaned at the warmth. 

She was too hot. She was making you too hot. You were going to burn. 

Wanda’s hand gripped your waist. Her fingers dug into your side and you moaned again.

You felt her smirk against you as she moved to nip the skin at your neck. 

You felt her lean forward bending you with her. 

Your back hit the sticky wooden surface of the table.

Wanda’s hair tickled your skin as she leaned over you. The faded smell of cigarettes mixed with her coconut shampoo. 

Her hands slipped to the belt of your jeans. She unbuckled it slowly, her eyes never leaving yours. You watched transfixed, your breathing shallow. She dragged your pants down.

Her calm confidence filled you with an even more urgent need. You needed her to fuck you.

You stuttered on some incomprehensible speech. 

Wanda put her finger to your lips. She pressed down firmly.

‘Shut up.’ She advised in a gravelly whisper.

You tried to remove your t-shirt, still desperate to hurry. You were going to combust. 

Wanda laughed dryly as she caught your wrist.  ‘Leave it.’

She brushed your erect nipples through the fabric. Your felt like your skin was on fire. 

Wanda leaned right over you again. Her tongue entered your mouth as she kissed you obscenely. Your mind felt hazy. Her tongue was hot and wet and you couldn't think.

Her hand slipped into your underwear. Roughly, she played with your clit. You knew her hand was soaked.

‘Fuck.’ You breathed on every exhale.

Wanda smiled, still just above you. Her chest brushed against yours.

You felt her finger slip inside you. Your legs parted wide, desperate to get more. She didn’t stop until you were full.

You heard yourself moaning with every movement. The slow burn ached. You’d never been so full. 

Every kiss was intoxicating. Disoriented, you wondered if you’d been here for hours. Wanda dragged your bottom lip between her teeth. You felt her hipbone nudge your stomach as she pushed into you with increasing force. 

For a long time the pleasure was endless. Then, very suddenly it was immediate.

You choked out her name as you started to come.

You wrapped your arms around Wanda as you curled into your orgasm. Her free hand held your back. You felt her breathing against you. 

‘I knew you wanted to fuck me.’ She rasped as you shuddered around her fingers.

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The Domestic Approach

Neighbour!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Kinktober Day 4: Thigh Riding @flightlessangelwings

Word Count: 1.8K

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You moved in next door to Wanda Maximoff over a year ago. You knew her by sight, giving an occasional polite wave. 

No matter the time, she always seemed in a flushed hurry, too busy to stop and talk. Still she always returned the wave.

You wondered if she could tell how much you wanted to fuck her. 

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The first time you spoke to Wanda was at the library. 

Her back was to you but she still caught your attention. She was stretching on her heels as she lifted down a heavy book.

She opened the book, her finger trailed through the book’s index. As you got closer, you saw her mouth moving silently as she read each heading to herself.

She bit her lip in obvious disappointment, dropping the book onto a pile that was forming by her feet. 

‘Need any help?’ You offered spontaneously.

Wanda startled, her cheeks flushed in recognition and then she shook her head. 

‘I’m just looking for a recipe.’ She admitted, tucking a flyaway piece of hair behind her ear. ‘But I can’t remember the name of the cookbook.’

Your eyes wandered to the heap of books on the floor beside her. 

Wanda looked mortified as she dropped to a crouch.

‘And I was just putting these back.’ She promised, hurrying to pick up a book and placing it on a shelf.

You didn’t tell her that you didn’t care where she left her books. 

Instead you watched the way her cream blouse fell forward, exposing the top of her breasts. The soft alabaster skin was hypnotizing, partly hidden by a blush camisole underneath.

You walked over to help, taking another book from the pile. You placed it next to hers on the shelf. You let your hand brush her bare arm as you reached. 

You watched fresh goosebumps flare along her skin until the edge of her sleeve covered the evidence.

You heard Wanda’s shaky breathing as you continued to help. 

When you were finished, Wanda took a deep, steadying breath and tried to smooth the creases in her burgundy skirt. She looked at you, her gaze hesitant. You smiled readily. You liked that.

‘Thank you.’ She said with another hesitant smile ‘I’m so stupid. I don’t think I’ll ever remember the name of that book.’

‘There’s always the internet.’ You said, letting the suggestion float. You wanted more time with her. 

‘I’m terrible on-line’ Wanda laughed a little self consciously. ‘I’m always touching the wrong thing.’

‘I bet.’ You said, enjoying yourself too much. ‘Maybe we’ve found a way for me to help?’

A few minutes later, Wanda was sitting at the old library computer. Her purse was in her lap. She leaned towards the monitor, reading the words on the screen quietly to herself as she tried to follow your instructions. 

‘And, do I click here?’ She asked unsurely. 

‘Exactly.’ You encouraged, your body barely touching her shoulder. 

You caught Wanda’s pleased smile in the monitor’s reflection. 

A moment later, she was flummoxed again. She’d clicked the wrong link on the search page. 

The cursor moved uncertainly toward the close window button. 

You leaned forward, quickly covering Wanda’s hand as you guided the mouse to the ‘back’ button she was trying to find. 

She opened her mouth and you knew she was going to chastise herself again. 

‘Don’t worry, you were close.’ You murmured, your face inches from her. 

You felt Wanda’s breath hitch. 

You lifted your hand from hers and stood back again. 

At last, you heard the printer in the corner begin to churn out a copy of the recipe. You left for the leaf of paper and brought it back to the desk. 

Wanda’s face lit up in pleasure. 

‘Thank you so much.’ She said, folding it carefully into her purse. 

‘No problem. I hope you have a good day.’ You took another step back. You hoped she’d turn away first, you wanted to see her ass again in that skirt.

Wanda stared at you with an expression you didn’t recognise. 

‘Would you like to come over?’ She asked suddenly. Your eyebrows raised at her forwardness. 

Wanda flushed again. ‘To try the recipe.’ She clarified, swallowing nervously. ‘I wanted to make it tonight. And there’s only me.’

You thought about her soft breasts when you agreed. 

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You knocked on her door at 7pm. Barely a moment later, Wanda opened it. Her white apron was tucked neatly around a neat red dress and matching heels. Her hair had been styled carefully, accentuating her face.

‘Oh good, you’re here.’ She said breathlessly. Her eyes wandered over you for a long moment. Then her gaze flashed back up to your face guiltily as if she was scared to be caught.

‘It smells good.’ You said encouragingly as you followed her into her kitchen. Her dress sleeve was almost slipping off her shoulder.

‘I hope so.’ Wanda hummed pleasantly, hesitating as she checked a timer. You checked it too. Thirty more minutes. 

Wanda poured you both a drink and you sat together at her kitchen island. She tried some small talk. You nodded along, half listening. The sleeve of her dress was about to slip off her shoulder completely. 

Wanda stopped talking, self conscious about your lack of focus.

You leaned forward, lifting the sleeve back into place. Wanda froze perfectly at your touch. 

‘Thank you.’ She whispered hoarsely. Her fingers moved to touch the top of the sleeve thoughtlessly. You watched her play with the fabric between her thumb and forefinger. 

You knew then, without doubt, that she was attracted to you. You took a sip of your drink. You’d wanted to fuck her since you’d caught sight of her that morning. 

Wanda glanced at you and looked away again. Her gaze landed on your lap. She bit her lip. 

You could feel her thoughts radiating out. She wanted to touch you.

‘I’ve wanted to fuck you since this morning.’ You said out loud. The air changed at Wanda’s sharp breath.

She looked nervous as if she’d been the one to say it. Her breathing went shallow. 

‘Are you sure?’ She asked, not looking at you.  

You smirked then. You touched her thigh.

Wanda shuddered, legs parting on instinct. She stared down at your hand in her lap. You cleared your throat and she finally looked up at you. Her hair was already mussed.

‘This sort of thing doesn’t happen to me.’ She told you nervously. ‘I didn’t think. I didn’t know if you’d want me like this.’ 

You kissed her softly. When your lips met her full ones, she gave a soft ‘Oh’ of surprise. Her hand brushed lightly over your hair. Uncontrolled want .

You pulled back and regarded the warmth still flushing her cheeks. Her green eyes took a moment to open. 

You brushed her cheek. You could tell she was caught between something fragile and desperate.

‘I want to fuck you every way I can think of.’ You promised her. Wanda swallowed and you knew if you tried to touch her now, she’d already be wet on your fingers. 

‘I think I’d like that.’ She confessed. 

She leaned forward and kissed you. Her mouth was hesitating, gentle. Then needy, urgent as she tasted you. You dragged your teeth across her lower lip.

A moan escaped her mouth. 

Without daring to look, Wanda slipped her hand under your top, moving until she found your breasts. She squeezed softly, over and over. Unable to lose the urgency she was trying to hide. 

You saw everything clearly now.

‘You’ve thought about this before.’ You accused lightly. Wanda’s eyes darted to you as she pulled back from your mouth. 

‘Did you watch me through the window?’ You continued. You pulled her dress sleeves down again, baring her pale shoulders. Your fingers trailed lightly over the exposed skin.

Wanda shifted uncomfortably in her chair as your touch continued. 

‘Just once.’ She breathed. ‘That first night. I saw you changing. You left the blind up.’

You pulled Wanda gently from her seat, letting her arms drape over your shoulders. You kissed her collarbone slowly, nipping and sucking at the skin. You could hear every gasp leave her lungs. 

‘Wanda.’ You corrected. ‘I know you watched more than that.’ 

You watched her swallow, eyes glassy as she nodded. You knew. She’d thought about you at night in her bed. You could picture her, touching herself to the image of you.

You cupped her ass, drawing her closer. She stumbled obediently, a heel clacking to either side of your leg. 

You lifted her dress up, apron still attached. Wanda pressed herself needily against your thigh.  

‘Oh.’ Wanda moaned, holding your shoulders to steady herself.

You slid your palm along her underwear. The soft cotton was soaked through. Wanda squirmed at your touch. 

‘I’ve never been so wet before.’ She told you, voice strangled. 

‘I don’t think that’s true.’ You corrected, pressing a little harder as you brushed her clit. ‘I think you get wet all the time Wanda, with your little fantasies.’

You took your hand away, focused now on peeling her dress down to her waist. 

Wanda hummed mindlessly, still rocking herself against your thigh.

When her breasts were free, you kissed the soft pink areolas with satisfaction. You ran your tongue over her hardened nipples. You’d been thinking about this all day. Wanda whimpered at the light sensation. 

You rolled your thumbs back and forth over her nipples and looked up at her. Her eyes were half closed. She gripped your shoulders tighter.

‘It’s okay, honey.’ You promised, leaning up to leave a kiss under her ear. ‘I just want to treat you nice tonight.’ 

‘Oh.’ Wanda sighed as your lips touched her skin. Her hips moved like it was her only instinct. You felt her damp underwear sliding along your leg. You tensed your thigh and she pressed her clit needily against you. You felt her legs begin to tremble. 

‘Oh.’ Wanda said again, breathier, more urgent now. Her fingers moved now to tangle in your hair. She rocked back and forth more quickly. 

Her breasts came even closer and you squeezed them as you gave them your best attention. You kissed her hardened nipples, grazing them against your teeth and she kept up her pace.

You murmured low encouragements.

You could feel her legs tightening around yours. She couldn’t speak at all now. Any words had been lost to soft moans. 

She dragged herself hurriedly against your skin. Your nails dug into her ass as you moved her back and forth. 

Wanda whined louder. She called out your name, eyes still closed. You knew she’d called it out before.

You whispered hers. You told her that she needed to come. 

Even as her body relaxed and the hazy look entered her eyes. Wanda’s hips moved rhythmically back and forth. 

Slowly they came to a stop.

Wanda looked at you. Cheeks flushed. Relaxed smile. Hair messed.

You slid your hand between her legs.

You dragged your palm against her one last time, just to make her pelvis twitch. 

Wanda gave a happy sigh.

A timer beeped in the other room.

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The Sweetest Thing On This Side of Hell

Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Kinktober Day 3: Monster AU @flightlessangelwings

Word Count: 1.3K

When Natasha told you to leave. She didn’t tell you it was forever. If she had, you’d have begged harder. Pleaded more. 

Fucked her better.

You didn’t want to have a normal life again. You couldn’t focus on anything except for her. You walked around the grocery store for hours, places you didn’t want to be.

You couldn’t forget her. It wasn’t a choice, you’d found yourself snarling when a friend had called. Your skin pricked like needles. Your hands kept shaking.

You sent her needy texts. Telling her you missed her, asking for her to come back. You wanted to do anything. Be anything Natasha wanted. 

You thought about that a lot. What you must have done wrong. 

When her hands touched your body, you didn’t know if you were broken or perfect.

Now you were left with your own hands. You kept your eyes closed, imagining the way Natasha whispered your name. Her fingers in your hair. The look in her eyes when you came. It was never the same.

You went to Natasha’s house, but you could tell it was empty. You checked every window, ignoring the ‘For Sale’ sign swinging outside.

You had one friend who stayed persistent. You could tell she was trying to disentangle Natasha from your mind. You hated it. You wanted Natasha to stay in there forever. You knew she would.

Your friend dragged you to a nightclub in the end. Somewhere you could forget yourself and try your best to forget Natasha too.

If you were honest, it was the first time you were tempted. The idea of forgetting for a second that she wasn't there.

You saw long forgotten friends at the bar. They gave you dirty looks and you remembered you didn’t care. Natasha had marked your insides. How could you care.

Your mind was hazy when you started to dance. Bodies were blurred and unimportant. A stranger touched your shoulder and you felt your heart jolt. Undecided if you should pretend. If you could. 

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. 

You stared down at the screen and forgot the world. She was calling. 

She was calling.

You ran from the club.

Heart pounding. On the dark street you picked up the call. You were shivering already, bare limbs exposed in a lace tank top and high waisted shorts.

There was silence on the other end. 

Breathlessly, you whispered. ‘Hello?’

‘Where are you?’ She snapped coldly.

Tears came to your eyes. She was there. You glanced at the nearest street signs, reading them obediently. 

‘I’ve missed you.’ You whispered as she hung up. 

You sat on the edge of the sidewalk, light rain coating your trembling skin. Your high heels were filthy. You were scared she was going to leave again when she saw you. You should have dressed better. You couldn’t do anything right.

The hum of an engine caught your attention. You recognized the number plate.

You stepped into the road.

The car screeched to a halt. The driver’s door swung open and Natasha stepped out. She was wearing a red dress. Her hair was tied back in a tight ponytail. Her eyes were savage. 

‘Get in.’ She snarled.

You ran obediently to the other side, swallowing the happy feeling that she might kill you tonight. 

Inside the car, the smell of Natasha filled your mind again. You couldn’t look at her. Some instinct telling you not to dare.

You kept your head tilted down and looked at your lap. Silence filled the space between you. At last, the engine started again and Natasha drove you away.

Tears slipped onto your cheeks. She was so close, but you’d messed it all up before. You began to cry, body convulsing with desperately quietened sobs. 

‘Y/N.’ She warned you in a low voice. 

You loved her so much and you couldn’t stop.

‘I’m sorry.’ You whispered, watching the hot tears drip onto your legs.

The car stopped abruptly and you looked up for the first time. She’d taken you back to your house. 

Desperation kicked in. She couldn’t leave you again. 

At last, you looked at Natasha. 

Her eyes were stormy now. 

‘Please.’ You begged again. Unable to do anything but plead and obey. 

Indecision crossed Natasha’s face. You couldn’t bear it. 

‘I just want to be yours.’ You tried quietly. ‘Please, just let me be yours.’

Natasha left the car. 

Your heart rabbited in your chest as you scrambled to follow her. 

She walked back to your house and you followed. Mindless until she took your hand.

She led you to your bedroom. You shut the door behind you. Your skin crawled with anticipation.

Natasha pressed your chest, pushing you back until your legs caught on the window seat. You felt the cold glass press into your back. You’d sat here a thousand times, waiting for Natasha to come. 

Natasha looked at you like you were already naked. She was breathing shallowly, her teeth glinting in the dark room. You tried to touch her side, needy at your core. Your hand touched her skin and you heard yourself whine. You were needy. You needed her. You needed her now. 

Natasha pulled your tank top over your head, and your arms moved obediently upwards like a rag doll. Your heart thudded harder. 

Natasha paused, bringing the lace fabric to her face and breathing it in. She closed her eyes. You watched in silent desperation. 

Eyes half hooded, she moved your hand back to her body. You felt the sharp zipper of her dress and tugged it gently.

Her dress pooled like water on the floor. Soft moonlight cascaded over her naked body. You wanted to die for her.

Natasha’s breathing was still shallow. So was yours. You touched her shoulders. She was real. She was here.

Natasha touched the wetness between your legs as she removed the last of your clothes. Her hand was rough and you curled your face against her shoulder.

You never wanted her to stop. You wanted this forever.

Natasha leaned closer and her breasts touched yours. You heard yourself cry. The pressure of her body pushed you back against the window. Your legs wrapped around her waist. 

Her hand slipped into the space between you, touching you gently. 

‘Natasha.’ You chanted as her fingers slipped inside. You'd prayed for this.

She rubbed you gently until she didn't. Your clit swam in slow waves that turned to riptides.

She called your name. You were in ecstasy. You'd do anything she asked. You wanted to come.

You gasped for a breath, panting as you started to tense around her fingers.

Natasha's free hand stroked your back. Her fingers dug into your scars.

She loved you. You knew it. Your heart soared.

Natasha's warm breath lingered on your neck. She beckoned inside you. 

You bit her shoulder and came over her fingers.

Natasha groaned into your skin.

You kissed her unbroken skin. Your heart thumped against your ribs.

Natasha moved immediately down your chest until her lips hovered over your left breast.

You knew she wanted what was beating behind it. You wanted to give it to her.

You lifted your chest to meet her lips. Her sharp teeth glanced against your nipple. You pushed yourself closer. You wanted her close. You wanted to be hers.

You wanted her to take everything.

You pushed Natasha away.

Fury lit the room for a brief moment. She looked unearthly in the charcoal shades of the room.

You slid to your knees and Natasha’s face turned to shameless greed. 

She pressed your face between her legs. You followed blindly, your tongue moving between wet folds. You lapped at the hot, sweet taste. You'd craved this forever. You swam in the desperate need.

Natasha tightened her grip of your hair and you let yourself become mindless again. 

You only needed her. She was on your tongue. She was coating your throat.

You slipped your tongue inside Natasha and tried to beg her without words. 

Natasha made a sound you’d never heard from her before. You tasted heaven as it spilled out. You felt sated at last. Your cheeks were sticky. You were covered in her. You pressed yourself closer to the warmth.

Natasha held your head in place as the tremors went through her. Your mind hummed. You licked gently, patiently.

When she let go. You looked up at her. Her eyes were hypnotic.

You wiped your cheek absentmindedly. It was no use. You could already feel it trickling down your neck.

Unwavering, Natasha's stare followed the slow trickle.

You bit your lip and let the blood pool under your tongue.

Natasha licked her lips.

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Bloodsucker

Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Kinktober Day 2: Bath/Shower @flightlessangelwings

Word Count 1.1K

You were a mess. You’d bought this dress just for her. 

The evening had started with your best attempt to please her. 

Last night, Natasha had told you that she was going to take you back to her house.

You’d never wondered about that before. It was hard to imagine anything except the moments when she was with you. You paced the house every day, waiting for her to come the next night.

Now the never-ending longing to see Natasha took a different turn.

You spent your day imagining her. What she did when she was alone. All the hours you wasted sleeping.

You pictured her marble skin lost in the bedsheets. Her hand slipping between her legs. Her red hair mussed on the pillow case when she squirmed.

Just the thought of her fingers pressing softly into herself. The thought of her whining into an empty room. Curling into an orgasm that you could have given her. You’d spent the day thinking. Thinking. 

You chose the dress on a whim. It was barely a dress. You tried to convince yourself to be brave.

The white satin fabric was thin. You stared in the mirror for almost an hour, deliberating. The hem was far too short. Your bruised legs looked far too long. You knew she’d like it. 

Natasha’s car pulled onto your driveway. The crunch of gravel alerted you like always. You watched at the window. You realized, as the engine idled, that she was waiting for you to get in. You hurried.

You shut your front door, your keys clinking against your palm as you moved quickly to her car. Your hands were trembling as you opened the door, sliding into the dark leather seat beside her. 

Natasha looked at you. Her stare felt endless. Her eyes wandered along your body. You felt exposed.

‘You slut.’ She breathed. Your cheeks burned and she reached to touch the warmth of them. She always knew. The blood rushing to the surface. She always knew. Her fingernail dug into your cheek. You tried to swallow but your mouth was dry.

Without another word, Natasha started to drive. You stared at her tight jawline as turned her head to reverse down the driveway. She was wearing a dark blazer, barely held with one button. Underneath, her pale skin was exposed. You could almost see the curves of her breasts. You could almost touch. 

Your fists clenched by your sides. Your door keys dug into your skin. 

The drive was endless. You didn’t know how long it would be. How long you could wait. The car smelled like Natasha. You didn’t know your leg was bouncing until Natasha put her hand on your thigh and pressed it down sharply. 

‘Stop.’ She told you and you nodded remorsefully. 

She pulled into the driveway of her home. An empty modern townhouse that towered oppressively, even in the dark.  

Natasha didn’t speak as she left the car, slamming the door behind her. You exhaled nervously before hurrying after. She walked like she'd forgotten about you. Something was wrong. You were doing something wrong. You berated your stupidity. For the outfit choice. 

Maybe she was hungry. She was being so careful around you. Trying to make you last longer. 

‘Stretching you out.’ She’d whispered the other night, looming over you. Her hands pressing down on your splayed wrists.

You caught the front door before it started to shut and slipped into the foyer. You tried to brace yourself for who Natasha might be behind closed doors. She was standing still, waiting for you You could feel the weight of her stare. You hesitated, finding enough bravery to look up and meet it. Her eyes were thunderous. 

‘I’m sorry.’ You whispered, tugging at the hem of the dress you couldn’t fix. 

‘It’s not good enough.’ Natasha growled and her hand covered your throat. Her teeth sank into your collarbone. You heard yourself cry. 

The pain shocked you but the relief did more. She was touching you. She was touching you again. She still wanted you.

Blood dribbled down your chest and Natasha trailed it with her tongue. She hesitated. You felt her try to resist. Her hand loosened on your throat. 

You wanted to scream now. 

‘Again.’ You begged hoarsely instead.

Natasha looked up at you. A brief flicker of something tender passed through her gaze. She ripped your dress down the middle, kissing hungrily at your breasts. Your hips canted forward immediately. Desperate. 

She ignored you, pressing soft kisses and eager bites along your arms now. 

You looked down, hypnotizing yourself with the sight of Natasha’s half-exposed breasts. They looked sculpted, perfectly swollen against her chest. 

Your fingers moved mindlessly. 

Natasha hissed as her blazer came undone. Her red eyes flashed as she looked you over. You took in your own outfit in dazed surprise. Blood stains coated the few pieces of fabric remaining. 

You lost interest. Your hands wandered back to Natasha’s breasts, eager to touch. You pressed your palms against them softly and Natasha moaned. 

‘No.’ She hissed suddenly and your hands ricocheted back at her fury. 

‘I can’t focus.’ She snapped. ‘I’m trying to make you last.’

‘Please fuck me.’ You begged her in a small voice. You didn't want to wait anymore. You couldn't breathe without touching her.

Natasha stared down at the weeping bite marks on your wrist. Her jaw tightened. 

Suddenly, she gripped your wrist tightly and dragged you as she walked. You were led into an ultra modern bathroom.

The large, oppressive walk-in shower reminded you of the outside of her home. 

Natasha led you across the tiled floor and turned on the water. Her blazer slipped from her shoulders, leaving her shirtless with black pants clinging at her waist.

You gasped at the initial dousing of cold water. Natasha ripped the rest of your dress off and threw it into the corner of the room. The water started to heat as Natasha lifted each of your limbs, wiping them clean with her hands.

The desperate need inside you began to restart. You felt the slow curling anticipation begin when Natasha tucked your hair behind your ears.

Her soft whispers set your skin on fire like it was the first time. 

You stared at her bare chest. Your thumbs brushed over her nipples. 

Natasha’s fingers slid abruptly inside you and you jolted. The movement brought her lips to your collarbone. You could feel her fighting the urge.

Her fingers slicked back and forth. In and out. You moaned, pressing yourself against the heel of her hand urgently. The feeling was endless. You needed it now.

You threw your head back.

‘Natasha, please.’ You whined in delirium. 'Please, please.'

Natasha traced your collarbone with her tongue. Water pounded against your face. Her fingers still slid back and forth. Her touch made you want to scream. You were going to drown. You wanted to drown. 

You squeezed her breasts, desperate for something, anything, everything. She bit your neck at last. Your insides tensed as you came onto her fingers.

You breathed wildly, trying to stay upright.

In a brief gentle moment, Natasha cupped your face between her hands. Her fingers were sticky against your cheeks, her lips were red. 

She licked her fingers and kissed you.

You caught the sweet, bloody taste of yourself on her tongue.

She didn't say she loved you, but you heard it.

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Bad Idea Right?

Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Kinktober, Day 1: Love Bites. @flightlessangelwings

Word Count 980

You didn’t fall in love with her because she was different. But, that didn’t mean she wasn’t different. Natasha was hypnotizing. Her beauty and her voice made it hard to think when she was around. 

You knew you loved Natasha for more than just what she was. You knew it. But you weren’t quite sure why. It was hard to remember sometimes. 

Her voice was a lull. Smooth always, like a soft coating on your insides. Or a finger dragging lightly over your skin. Her touch could make your skin burn, always wanting more.

Natasha’s tongue was like that too. Smooth, and hot. The scrape of her teeth. Making you want her.

You couldn’t always recall the details. Like where she came from. Or how you’d met. 

But when you felt her touch. When her eyes held yours and your heart faltered, like a rabbit caught in the air. The silken feel of Natasha was draped over everything. 

Her red hair, catching the light. Natasha was a sunset, burning with the last embers of light. She didn’t care about your family, or the friends you’d had before. You didn’t blame her. You didn’t care about them either, not anymore.

Natasha was meant for you. When you woke up in your bed, every morning. The sweet aches of the night before were like a soothing balm. She’d been here with you. She’d be here again. 

You checked the time now. The night was drawing in. Natasha would come for you any second. Your skin itched with the anticipation. Natasha was like a drug that wouldn’t leave you. You tried not to think about her, but there was nothing else to think about. You kept your eyes on the dark window, waiting for headlights to illuminate the dark. 

Natasha arrived and you heard the gravel crunch beneath tires. Your heart began its unsteady pounding. 

Yesterday, she’d still been hungry when she’d left. You knew she was trying to hold back. She was trying to keep you alive for longer. She was too good for you. 

You wanted to cry, Natasha didn’t understand that you wanted her to have it. Your blood, your love, your body, your soul. They were hers already, what did it matter. 

You watched Natasha slam the car door shut. Her tight silver dress made her pale skin glow like moonbeams. She gazed up at the window and her eyes met yours. For a moment, they were red. You gulped and she watched your neck move.

You listened to her enter the house. You could hear her heels clacking across the floor beneath you. You waited for the sharp footsteps to come to you. 

Your body began to tremble and you shifted with the need building inside you. You crossed your legs tightly as the need began to throb. Natasha’s footsteps were now on the staircase. Any second now. You gripped the fabric of your bed. The door opened fully and Natasha stood there. She was centered in the doorway. Her loose curls flickered like hot flames. You stopped breathing. 

She was here.

‘What have you been doing?’ She asked, her voice low and accusatory.

‘Waiting for you.’ You whispered, throat thick with longing. You wanted her to pull you close. You wanted permission like a sharp pull of your hair. Her voice ran through you, slick like water. 

Natasha regarded you from the doorway. You watched her tongue run over the sharp ridges of her teeth. 

‘Liar.’ She spat. Fear jolted you, but the desperate longing didn’t stutter. You started to speak, but Natasha held up a finger and you quietened immediately. 

‘I can smell you.’ Natasha told you with cutting precision. Your cheeks warmed, the realization. Your thighs clenched needlessly, the wetness of your underwear touched your skin.

‘Oh.’ You whispered again. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘You’re needy.’ She accused again as she walked towards you. ‘I left here for you. And I come back to this.’

‘I’m sorry.’ You whispered again. Natasha ran her tongue over her teeth. You wanted to beg her. To touch you. To hurt you. To hurry. 

‘Come here.’ She said at last. Her voice was calm now, almost melodic. 

You walked forward, compelled by everything that made her irresistible. She smiled with barely hidden delight. Her sharp teeth caught the light. 

You wanted her. Your heart thumped harder, desperate to be close to her.

Her fingers slid into your hair. They tightened sharply and you yelped. Natasha’s red eyes were endless. Your mouth was dry. You wanted her so much.

You opened your mouth. Would she listen if you begged?

Natasha’s lips moved to the crook of your neck. 

The last thoughts slid from your mind as pleasure coated everything.

At last. At last.

Her tongue ran lower. She pulled your head back by your hair. Your neck was exposed to her. You stopped breathing and felt your vision begin to blur.

Her first kiss touched you just below the ear. It was soft and light, but warm enough to melt you. Her teeth barely grazed your skin. Your body was shuddering. The heat of her lips. You wanted to scream, but you’d forgotten your lungs.

Her tongue ran lower. She kissed your shoulder. Her teeth pressed your skin. 

Your knees tried to buckle. She gripped your side now. Holding you upright. You tried to stay conscious. You didn’t want to forget.

Natasha murmured your name. A breath gasped into your lungs. 

She bit the base of your neck. 

You whined with pleasure, pain mixed in.

Somewhere, somewhere. You went somewhere else.

‘I love you.’ Natasha whispered a moment later. Her throat was coated with the taste of you.

Her tongue slid back and forth over the bite.

You whimpered. You could feel the bruise forming with the sweet ache. Natasha’s grip loosened and she stroked your hair. You felt beautiful.

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