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50 Shades of Red || Chapter 18

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

summary: Natasha comes over and they celebrate their official dom/sub relationship.

content warnings: strap-on, deepthroating, slight overstimulation

word count: 3.4k+

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Wanda opens the door.

Natasha stands there, her red hair backlit slightly by a streetlamp. She’s smiling, and Wanda feels faint as she catches sight of dimples. The woman looks absolutely gorgeous, even as she’s dressed in an expensive but casual sweater and jeans. She holds out her hands, her eyebrows quirking up as Wanda takes in the bottle of champagne and the modest bouquet of flowers.

“Well, aren’t you going to invite me in?”

“Sorry I-” Wanda flushes, opening the door wider and stepping aside. “I just got distracted. You really didn’t have to-”

“If you continue to protest against me buying you things, Wanda, it will only incentivize me to buy more.”

Well. Wanda didn’t really have a response to that. Her mouth clacks shut, and she closes the door behind her, nervously turning to face Natasha.

“Thank you.” She finally manages, looking up at the woman and smiling.

Natasha leans in, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. “It’s not every day that someone graduates with a collegiate-level degree. You should be very proud of yourself, Wanda.” She pulls back, smirking. “How about we celebrate?”

Nodding, probably far too quickly in her excitement, Wanda grabs the hem of Natasha’s sweater and pulls her toward the kitchen. “I only have teacups; we’ve packed the rest of the dishes away.”

The older woman just chuckles at that, setting the champagne down on the bare counter and murmuring her thanks when Wanda fills an old water bottle for the flowers.

The cork is popped with an elegant flourish, and Wanda resists the urge to roll her eyes at Natasha’s smirk when she slides the teacups over.

“Champagne out of teacups, what are you doing to me, darling?”

Wanda doesn’t respond; she just grips her cup and sips slowly, letting the flavor hit her tongue while she watches Natasha. Those green eyes are on her, warm but intense. The woman looks almost cozy, sitting in a bare kitchen with her, surrounded by packing boxes full of Wanda’s life. She realizes that she rather likes having the older woman around; the room feels much more comfortable now that Natasha is here.

“So, uh,” Wanda starts, feeling her cheeks heat up slightly.

Smirking, Natasha takes a long sip from her teacup before setting it down on the counter. She doesn’t say anything; she just watches Wanda with those green eyes.

“The contract-” Wanda manages to squeak out, steeling herself as she takes a shaky breath. “Do you want to sign it?”

“I would love nothing more.”

Well. That’s that. Wanda nods once before setting her teacup down and hurriedly walking towards her room. She grabs the contract, returning to find Natasha in the same spot, those eyes still on her. The woman pulls a pen out from somewhere, but Wanda isn’t paying much attention to anything other than the way Natasha is looking at her.

The woman looks like she wants to eat her alive. Wanda shouldn’t be aroused by that, should she?

Natasha’s signature is elegant, the woman signing quickly, barely glancing at the paper as she does. Wanda can’t quite explain how she feels now that they’ve both signed it.

“So, Yelena is coming up to help us move.”

“Ah, yes,” Natasha finally breaks eye contact, looking down at her teacup before taking a sip.

“Kate really likes her,” Wanda says, watching the woman carefully.

Natasha just nods, closing her eyes briefly before looking up. “And Yelena has a fondness for Ms. Bishop as well. But my sister, well, she hasn’t had much luck with love in the past.” She doesn’t say anything else, but Wanda understands.

It’s kind of cute, how protective she is of her sister.

“Kate hasn’t either,” Wanda says, giving Natasha a look.

“You are also moving up to Seattle,” Natasha says, changing the subject. Wanda lets her.

“Yes,” she mumbles, taking a sip of her tea. “We’ll be driving up on Saturday. Kate’s mother rented a U-Haul.”

Natasha stills suddenly. “Speaking of driving.”

She has a peculiar look in her eye. Wanda doesn’t like it. She watches the woman sip on her tea for a moment before the redhead stands up and looks expectantly at her. One hand is in her pocket, and she motions with her other hand for Wanda to stand. Wanda feels her heart rate increase slightly. Surely the woman didn’t…

“I’ve yet to give you a graduation gift,” Natasha murmurs softly, leading Wanda towards the door. Her hand is firm on the small of her back.

“Oh, you didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to.”

Wanda rolls her eyes slightly at that. God, the woman could be so abrasive at times.

“Roll your eyes at me again, and I’ll make sure you can’t sit comfortably for your drive up.” Natasha’s voice is firm, her eyes dark when Wanda turns her head to make eye contact.

“Right, because you can do that now that we’ve both signed the contract.”

“Only if you’ll let me, Wanda.” Natasha’s voice is serious. Wanda feels her heart do a funny flip. She just nods, her tongue feeling thick.

Natasha opens the door. There, sitting in the driveway, is the most beautiful car Wanda has ever seen. It’s dark red, her favorite color, and she feels her stomach flip again at the thought that Natasha had remembered such a small detail about her. The car looks expensive, and Wanda tears her eyes from it with a heavy heart.

“I can’t accept this, Natasha. The books were already too much, you know this.”

The redhead is dangling the keys from her fingers, a stern expression on her face. “I’d rather you make it to Seattle in one piece.”

“Fine, you can loan me the car.”

This time, it’s Natasha who rolls her eyes. “An indefinite loan, sure.”

Wanda makes another move to protest, but Natasha moves quicker. One hand presses against her waist, pushing her against the doorframe, while the other gently rests on her sternum. Wanda can feel the keys pressing against her chest, and she’s acutely aware that they are, in fact, still outside.

“It’s taking all my self-control not to fuck you on the hood of this car right now, just to show you that you are mine, and if I want to buy you a fucking car, I’ll buy you a fucking car,” Natasha practically growls. Her eyes flash, hard as they lock on Wanda’s.

Nodding quickly, Wanda lets a small whimper slip. She’s instantly mortified.

Natasha’s pupils dilate, and Wanda can’t help but feel pleased that such a small sound could turn the woman on so much that she is able to actively watch her eyes change. She rolls her hips forward, just barely, and gasps at the hardness she finds.

“Inside. Now.” Natasha commands, her voice sounding slightly strained.

Quickly, Wanda slips inside, her cheeks burning. God, she hopes that none of the neighbors had seen that. Even if they did, she was moving, so really, what was the harm?

She’s thrown from her inner musings as her back slams against the wall with a solid thud, the breath from her lungs escaping quickly. Natasha tosses the keys onto the kitchen counter, the metal clinking against the marble. Her hands quickly return to Wanda’s body, one squeezing her hip tightly while the other wraps loosely around her neck.

Oh.

Wanda feels her mind go blank at the sensation. She finally has an inkling of what other women had experienced while being submissive, her notes flashing through her mind for a moment. She’d been through countless blogs of submissives, each of them describing how they felt while under someone else's control.

This was better than anything she’d read about.

“When I buy you something, which I’ll be doing a lot,” Natasha begins, her lips mere centimeters from Wanda’s. “I expect you to say thank you, not complain. Do you understand?”

Wanda nods quickly.

“I also expect verbal answers when I ask you a question, Wanda.”

“Yes,” she gasps out, sure that her arousal is seeping into her voice. “I understand.”

The scent of cinnamon perfume envelops her, the warmth from Natasha’s body mixing with the flush of arousal that shoots through Wanda. The woman isn’t squeezing her hand, merely resting it around her neck, but Wanda feels lightheaded all the same. Her legs wobble slightly, her hands shooting out to steady herself on Natasha’s forearm.

Natasha smirks, and Wanda pulls her eyes away from those plump lips and forces herself to look into those dark green irises.

“You’re welcome for the graduation gift.” Natasha’s eyebrows rise slightly as she says this, a silent challenge in them.

“Thank you,” Wanda whispers, her eyes bouncing between Natasha’s.

“Hmm,” the woman tilts her head. “No, that won’t do. Would you rather call me Ms. Romanoff or Ma’am during our scenes?”

“I’ll just call you Natasha.”

The hand around her neck closes until Wanda can feel each individual finger on the sides of her throat. She swallows, feeling the woman’s solid palm as she does so.

“That wasn’t one of the options, dear.”

“I’ll… I’ll call you both?” Wanda squeaks out.

“Acceptable.” Natasha nods, releasing her hold slightly. She steps closer, letting her body make contact with Wanda’s.

It’s absolute heaven.

The feel of the older woman’s firm muscles pressed against her nearly sends Wanda into cardiac arrest. She wouldn’t be surprised if her underwear was completely soaked through. She wishes that the woman’s arm wasn’t in the way of her breasts, her pulse quickening at the mere thought of them pressed against her own. She can feel that hardness again, pressed against her crotch.

Her clit pulses as Natasha grinds her hips forward slightly. This isn’t heaven, she decides. This is torture.

“Do you like that?” Natasha murmurs, her voice husky as she leans in. Her lips brush Wanda’s flaming cheek as she speaks. “I wore it just for you.”

“I- what is it?” Wanda mumbles, feeling a bit stupid. She had a guess, but she didn’t want to look like a bumbling virgin in front of Natasha.

Natasha pulls back and moves the hand from around Wanda’s throat to the top of her head. Her fingers gently grip her hair near the roots, and the woman begins to apply pressure. Wanda willingly follows, her fingertips grazing the wall behind her.

“Why don’t you get on your knees and find out?”

If Wanda could melt into a puddle on the floor, she would have by now. She slowly lifts her hands, trying to stop them from trembling as she hooks her fingers under Natasha’s waistband. The jeans slide off easily, and Wanda’s heart leaps as she realizes the woman isn’t wearing any underwear.

As the jeans slide to the floor, Wanda is met with the sight of a black harness wrapped comfortably around the woman’s hips. Right there, in the center, is a dark red dildo.

“Your favorite shade of red,” Wanda murmurs.

Natasha chuckles above her. “I’m glad you noticed.” Then, the fingers tighten slightly in her hair. “Suck.”

The amount of arousal coursing through her should be embarrassing, but Wanda doesn’t care. This was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced, and she’d be damned if she didn’t please Natasha.

Leaning in, she slowly wraps her lips around the strap. The silicone taste wasn’t unpleasant, and since Wanda knew Natasha couldn’t feel anything she was doing, she wasn’t too worried about her skill level yet. Besides, this seemed more like a power thing instead of a pleasure thing.

“Deeper, Wanda. You can take it,” Natasha murmurs, her words slightly accented as she speaks. Her voice is husky, her fingers strong on Wanda’s head as she slowly pushes more of her strap into her mouth.

Letting the weight of the strap slide on her tongue, Wanda controlled her breathing as she wrapped her lips around it. She made sure not to let the dip of the dildo reach her throat, not wanting to gag. Then, she looked up.

Natasha’s eyes met hers, and the woman groaned softly. “That’s right, look at me just like that, Wanda.”

The woman began sliding the strap deeper, and Wanda brought her palms up to brace against her thighs. She let herself get distracted for a moment, her fingers squeezing the strong muscles she found there, before she was brought back to the present as the tip of the strap hit the back of her throat.

She didn’t fully gag, but she felt her throat muscles seize slightly. She made a noise of protest, attempting to pull her head back, but Natasha’s fingers were firm in her hair.

“Trust me, Wanda. I’m going slowly. If it becomes too much, tap my thigh, okay?” Natasha says, her other hand coming down to brush Wanda’s cheek. “You’re doing so well, just relax and enjoy it.”

Wanda just nods as best as she can, sucking in air through her nose as Natasha pulls out. The woman thrusts shallowly again, letting Wanda get used to the feeling before she tries going deeper again.

It is kind of relaxing after a bit, Wanda decides. The action is repetitive, and she’s getting better at breathing through her nose while also trying new moves with her lips and tongue. Not that Natasha can feel them, but hey, she’s entertaining herself. Plus, the woman is looking down at her with those sinfully dark eyes while she groans every so often, so Wanda counts that as a win.

The strap enters her throat again, and this time Wanda manages to keep her gag reflex in check, breathing steadily through her nose for a few seconds before she feels her muscles seize again.

“Good girl, Wanda. That was an improvement.” Natasha’s eyes crinkle slightly at the edges as she says this, and Wanda feels her chest warm at the praise.

“Ah,” Natasha says, raising an eyebrow. “Do you like being praised, Wanda?”

She pulls the strap out of Wanda’s mouth so she can respond, and Wanda manages a breathy “Yes, Ma’am,” before Natasha thrusts back into her.

“Get this nice and wet, sweetheart.”

Wanda just moans her response, feeling her center throb as she bobs her head, taking the strap in without much movement from Natasha. A small part of her is disappointed when she doesn’t hear any praise for her initiative, but she just resolves to do even better.

Her mind has practically melted by the time Natasha pulls her hair back. She wipes the saliva clinging to her lips with the back of her hand before she stands shakily.

“You did very well,” Natasha murmurs, and Wanda practically beams at her before pulling her in for a kiss.

The older woman allows it, hungrily kissing her back for a few seconds before she pulls away. “Bedroom, now. I want to fuck you.”

Normally, Wanda would have flushed at the crude language. This time, she just smiles widely and ignores the uncomfortable wetness pooling between her thighs as she walks toward her room. Natasha’s hands are hot around her waist the whole time, groping her hips and ass as she walks.

God, this was really happening. It was one thing to take the woman’s talented fingers and mouth, but taking the woman’s strap? Wanda couldn’t help but feel as though this was an important step in their relationship. Sure, she’d signed the contract, but she was aware now that their sex life was the only thing that contract was about. Their relationship would bloom outside of the bedroom later.

For now, though, all Wanda wanted was that dark red dildo shoved inside her while Natasha fucked her within an inch of her life.

They make it to the bedroom, Natasha practically slamming the door behind her, before she guides Wanda over to the bed. She manhandles her body, positioning her until her torso is bent over the bed, her hands outstretched and gripping the sheets.

Wanda can feel how wet she is, especially in this position, with her ass hanging off the bed. It’s intoxicating, and she finds herself begging the older woman to move.

“Please, Natasha, take them off,” she pleads, her voice sounding breathy.

A harsh slap follows her words, and Wanda jerks forward, a moan slipping past her lips at the stinging pain. Her hips grind into the edge of the mattress as she does so, and she feels pleasure bloom as her clit receives the minimal stimulation.

“What did you just call me?”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Romanoff.”

Natasha hums, delivering a few more slaps to Wanda’s exposed ass. She isn’t scared of the pain anymore. It’s not like Natasha has hurt her yet, and she can always safeword if she truly feels in pain. The contract had been clear about that.

“Don’t let it happen again,” Natasha says.

Wanda barely has time to nod before her pants are pulled off, sliding roughly down her thighs before they catch around her calves. Natasha chuckles, palming Wanda’s ass as she leans over her.

“I love making your skin red,” she whispers, trailing a line of kisses down Wanda’s spine.

Trying not to sound too desperate, Wanda just moans in response, letting her head fall onto the cool sheets. She can feel herself dripping slightly, a bead of arousal rolling down her inner thigh as Natasha straightens up.

“I was going to use lube,” the woman says, and Wanda feels the tip of the strap press against her. She resists the urge to move her hips. “But, it seems like I won’t need it.”

With that, the strap enters her. It’s painfully slow, which normally Wanda would be grateful for, but there’s a fire burning inside of her, and Natasha is the only one who can quell the flames.

“Please,” she chokes out, turning her head to make eye contact with the older woman. “Fuck me harder. I need it, Ma’am.”

“Such pretty words, good girl.”

Natasha doesn’t say anything else, but her hips snap forward, burying the full length of her strap inside Wanda.

Fuck. She feels full, pleasure blooming as Natasha begins to move her hips. She doesn't move fast, but her thrusts are powerful, dragging the strap completely out before slamming it back deep inside of Wanda.

The noises it makes are downright sinful, and Wanda’s muffled moans soon join the array of sounds that the strap sliding easily in and out of her makes. She’s gripping the sheets, using them as leverage as she moves her hips back in time with Natasha’s rough thrusts.

“I knew you’d love this,” Natasha says, her voice raspy and not as strained as Wanda would have thought. Fuck, this must be nothing more than a light workout for the woman. The thought makes her wetter. “I’ve been waiting to fuck you with my strap.”

The woman continues, bringing Wanda’s orgasm closer to the surface with every word.

“I’ve wanted you ever since you stumbled through my doorway, fuck, you’re so perfectly submissive. I can’t wait to make you completely mine.” Her thrusts increase in strength somehow, and Wanda can’t help the harsh breaths and moans that escape her. “Cum for me, Wanda. Cum for me as my submissive.”

That’s what sends Wanda over the edge. The ownership, the possessiveness in Natasha’s tone. The strap, thrusting deeper and deeper until her pleasure is forced to the surface, brought forth only by Natasha’s touch. And fuck, was it perfect.

Wanda can feel her walls pulsing around the strap as her orgasm hits, tightening in pleasure as the woman fucks her through it. Natasha’s hand snakes around her hips, her fingers finding Wanda’s clit easily and rubbing small, fast circles while increasing pressure.

“Wait, fuck I-” Wanda manages, her front half completely collapsing on the bed. Bolts of pleasure course through her. “It’s too much.”

“It’s too much when I say it’s too much. Now cum for me. Again.”

Natasha doesn’t relent, her endless torment of stimulation sending Wanda hurtling into a smaller, yet no less powerful orgasm. She’s practically writhing against the sheets, her back arching as her muscles seize from pleasure. It’s awful and wonderful at the same time, and she’s a rolling, moaning mess by the time the older woman coaxes a smaller third orgasm out of her.

“Please,” Wanda manages, her voice barely a whisper. Her hair sticks to her cheek, sweat breaking out on her forehead as her body collapses bonelessly onto the mattress.

Natasha finally pulls out, discarding the strap somewhere. The weight of the bed shifts, and Wanda finds her body maneuvered into a little spoon position, Natasha’s cinnamon scent enveloping her. She fights to keep her eyes awake, but her tired body betrays her.

“Sleep, Wanda. We’ll shower when you wake up. You did so well for me,” Natasha murmurs. “I’ll be here.”

Wanda’s eyes finally close shut, her foggy mind drifting off.

“Thank you,” Natasha whispers. “Thank you for trusting me with your submission.”

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sapphicromanoffxo · 5 months ago

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I can't believe this baby turns one todayyyyy. 🥹🥹🥹

Damn, a year flew by our heads that quick it's sooo crazy. But I fucking enjoyed writing this fic with you. We have good memories with this one. Love lots! @mikaila-m 💚💜😘

Rhiannon ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ who will be her lover

｡°✩ pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

｡°✩ wc: 4.2k

｡°✩ warnings: fluff, smut, enchanted strap on, humping, possessive and aggressive sex, a teeny bit of angst

｡°✩ summary: Natasha's spontaneous research on witches aimed to enlighten Wanda about her lineage, prompting Wanda, in turn, to delve into her own discoveries.

A/N: This fic is born out of whim and I love it. A very special thanks to the co-author of this story, @mikaila-m. Your writing prowess is beyond amazing. ILY 🫶💜

╰┈➤ Masterlist

Natasha stood on the other end of the training room, observing the intense engagement between two figures, Steve and Wanda, locked in a mesmerising display of hand-to-hand combat. Their movements were a flawless blend of offense and defense, a choreographed symphony of skill and synchronization.

Wanda's improvement in her training was noticeable as she seamlessly incorporated her magic with her combat, creating a deadly combination that would be an advantage on the battlefield. Natasha marveled at how effortlessly Wanda manipulated the mystical energies around her, weaving them into her strikes with precision and finesse.

The air crackled with the remnants of Wanda's magic, wisps of energy trailing behind her every movement before dissipating into the open space. With each strike, a renewed surge of power emanated from her slender hands, a testament to her growing mastery over her abilities. She moved with a confidence and grace that spoke of countless hours spent honing her ability.

As Steve countered Wanda's attacks with practised ease, a look of admiration crossed his features. "Impressive, Maximoff," he remarked between exchanges, his voice carrying a hint of genuine respect. "Your control over your magic has grown since then. You seem to be in control and confident of your magic. Well done to you!"

A gentle smile graced Wanda's lips as she soaked in Steve's words of praise for her physical progress. "Thanks, Steve," she murmured shyly, her gratitude evident in her tone. "I wouldn't have done it without Natasha."

It was undeniable. From the moment Wanda arrived at the compound, Natasha took her under her wing, guiding her not only in combat training but also in navigating through her grief. Natasha's empathetic nature and gentle encouragement helped Wanda with her raging emotions and find solace within Natasha's presence.

Natasha's support extended beyond the training room, she was a constant source of reassurance, nudging Wanda towards embracing her new life, and her potential to become an Avenger.

With Natasha's steady guidance, Wanda found the strength to confront her fears and insecurities, eventually blossoming into a confident and capable member of the Avengers family.

As their relationship deepened, Natasha and Wanda's mentor and mentee dynamic blossomed into something more. Over the following months, they discovered themselves enveloped in a cozy cocoon of warmth and affection, occupying their thoughts and dreams alike.

Lost in thoughts, Natasha found herself in deep contemplation until Wanda's approach broke her reverie. Wanda, with a sheen of sweat on her forehead, her heart still racing from the intense training session, and her muscles aching from exertion, stood before her.

"Hey there," Natasha greeted, her fingers reaching out to gently brush away stray hairs from Wanda's face, tucking them behind her ears. "You've truly outdone yourself today. I'm proud of you."

Blushing at Natasha's compliment, Wanda couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth spread through her cheeks. She ducked her face, trying to conceal her reddening cheeks, and bit her lip to contain the smile threatening to bloom across her lips. "You saw all that, huh."

"Of course," Natasha affirmed, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I enjoy watching you train." With a gentle tug, she pulled Wanda closer and urged her to walk towards their shared room. "Your fighting style is impressive. I can't help but wonder where you learned it from."

"Oh. I learned all this from a super spy. You must know her." She gave a playful smile to Natasha. "She's this tall, redhead, with thick lips, and this cute nose that I like very much."

"Is that right? She must be pretty good then." Natasha played along since she will never tire of having playful conversations with her girlfriend.

Once they reached their room, while Wanda started shedding her work out clothes, Natasha seized the opportunity to share what she's been up to all morning while Wanda was training.

"I've done some research about your lineage." Natasha said as she slumped herself on their spacious king size bed.

"My lineage?" Wanda inquired, puzzled.

"Yes, your people. Witches," Natasha clarified while wiggling her fingers.

"And what have you discovered, pray tell?"

Wanda asked with genuine curiosity, unsure if Natasha was serious or just joking around.

"I've learned that many women accused of witchcraft were burned at the stake, which is barbaric," Natasha began. "What criteria did they use to determine if someone was truly a witch?"

"That's terrible," Wanda responded sympathetically. "Imagine, someone hated the way you behave then decided to gossip about you being a witch."

"I know, right? And some witches supposedly make potions out of herbs," Natasha said, giving Wanda a stinky eye. "You haven't concocted a love potion on me, have you? Made me fall for you?"

Wanda couldn't help but laugh at Natasha's absurdity and was surprised that the formidable assassin would say such a thing, but decided to play along. "Maybe I have, maybe I haven't. Who's to say?"

Natasha simply hummed before delving further into her findings. "I've also discovered that some witches used a cauldron to cast spells and recited incantations from a book with weird languages to curse someone," she explained earnestly, her passion evident in her words. "Honestly, I wouldn't want to provoke or cross a witch from centuries ago. Who knows, they might turn me into a frog or ugly duckling."

"Natasha!" she chuckled at her girlfriend. "I'm not sure what to tell you," she paused to stifle her laughter. "I'm not that kind of witch. I don't cast spells, or read incantations, nobody ever taught me that kind of witchcraft."

A sudden thought struck Natasha. "Perhaps we should seek out a coven for you. You could learn from them and discover yourself in the world of witches."

Wanda shook her head at Natasha's enthusiasm for the witchcraft idea, finding it both amusing and endearing. "I'm going to hop in the shower," she said, "then you can tell me more about your discoveries, alright?"

As Wanda scrubbed the dried sweat from her body, her mind wandered back to Natasha's words about witches. She pondered whether there were others like her, freely roaming and living mundane lives without the constant fear of being burned alive. Should she seek them out, learn from them, and discover the potential and extent of her magical abilities? Yet, her powers derived from the mind stone, raising questions about her identity beyond just being a mystical being.

These thoughts swirled around her mind, leaving her feeling frustrated and alone. She had nobody to turn to for answers, no one in her circle who understood the intricacies of magic like she did. With a deep sigh, she finished showering so she could hang out with her girlfriend and learn more about her discoveries from the internet, even if they are only myths. It is still nice to know some things to help her learn about her kind.

As she emerged from the bathroom, a gentle melody enveloped her, coaxing a smile onto her lips. The strains emanated from a wireless speaker, while Natasha, with her eyes closed, bobbing her head lightly to the rhythm.

Intrigued by the unfamiliar tune, Wanda inquired, "What music is that? I don't recognize it." She couldn't deny the infectiousness of the beat.

"You haven't heard this before? It's 'Rhiannon' by Fleetwood Mac," Natasha replied, her voice tinged with amusement. "You should give them a listen. Stevie Nicks, the lead singer, is often associated with mystical imagery and is dubbed a 'witch' by many."

Wanda took note of the band and will make sure to listen to their songs. Maybe she should also do her own research about her history, just like what Natasha did, as it might give her some insights with her abilities as well.

Both women settled in for their afternoon cuddle, Natasha teasingly remarked, "You're not planning to join those witches who dance naked under the full moon, are you?" She playfully motioned for Wanda to join her in bed. "Although it's a bit eerie, I must admit, I wouldn't mind witnessing you perform under the moonlight."

Wanda giggled at Natasha's remark. "Oh, Nat, you're so silly ," she replied affectionately. "But don't worry, my love, you're the only one who gets to see me naked. No moonlit parades for me."

Natasha grinned mischievously in response. "Good to know, princess," she said, pulling Wanda closer.

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For the past week, Wanda has been fully engrossed in delving into every detail about her other witches and their capabilities. Since she's not very knowledgeable about technology, she sought help from FRIDAY for her research. However, during this time, she's been experiencing strange occurrences. She keeps hearing voices in her head, echoing in her mind, unsure if they're just her own thoughts or something more.

Sometimes, she even feels a faint whisper calling her name. Interestingly, these voices seem to intensify whenever she's near Vision, leaving her puzzled and unable to comprehend their meaning. Maybe the mind stone was trying to send her a valuable message or a foreboding warning.

However, the witch made a conscious decision not to dwell too deeply on these strange voices and instead carried on with her usual daily activities. Yet, despite her efforts to push them aside, it appeared that the more she tried to ignore them, the more persistently they haunted her. It was as if they were incessantly urging her to acknowledge them, to allow them entry into her conscious mind, and perhaps even to seize control of her thoughts. Each day, their presence seemed to grow stronger, their whispers becoming more insistent, leaving her increasingly unsettled and uncertain about how to confront this mysterious intrusion into her psyche.

It was during one particular night, where the lunar orb shines at its fullness, Wanda finds herself submerged in the depths of her dreams. It's not the typical terror-inducing nightmare, with frantic grasps at bed linens or anguished cries echoing into the void. Rather than the frantic thrashings and wails of a nightmare, she drifts through a surreal landscape where her own magic holds sway. Crimson tendrils of mystical energy swirl around her, painting the air with an otherworldly hue. Yet amidst this ethereal display, there's an unsettling intensity to the voices that resonate within her mind, louder, clearer, and more insistent than ever before.

Take her.

Mark her.

Claim her.

Make her mine.

Wanda surveyed the seemingly boundless space before her, she couldn't shake the oppressive darkness that hangs in the air. Her gaze fell upon a peculiar sight, a circle of candles meticulously arranged on the floor, their flickering flames casting eerie shadows. At the center of this arrangement lay a star, its lines seemingly etched into the ground with an unsettling crimson hue that resembled dried blood.

Intrigued yet apprehensive, Wanda couldn't ignore the magnetic pull drawing her towards the pentagon nestled within the star's core. A faint, almost imperceptible shadow hovered above it, its presence both mesmerizing and foreboding. Driven by an inexplicable instinct, Wanda found herself stepping closer, her heart pounding in her chest with each deliberate movement.

As she knelt within the circle, a sense of unease washed over her, intensifying with each passing moment. Suddenly, as if propelled by unseen forces, her clothing was violently ripped from her body, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Panic surged through her veins, her mind reeling with fear and confusion.

A sudden shift in the atmosphere jolted Natasha from her slumber. Startled, she instinctively reached out for the familiar figure beside her, only to find the space empty. Confusion knit her brow as she scanned the room bathed in an eerie yellow-to-red aura. Sitting up, she surveyed her surroundings, her gaze drawn to a haunting sight: Wanda, huddled on the floor, naked and trembling.

"Wanda!" Natasha's voice rang out, thick with fear and urgency, as she rushed to her side. "What's happening? Are you alright?" She knelt on the floor while searching for any injuries on Wanda's body

Wanda remained unresponsive, her long hair cascading over her chest as she sat in a trance-like state. Her eyes, aglow with a crimson hue and filled with tears, met Natasha's with an unsettling intensity.

"Natasha," Wanda's voice, though still recognizable, carried a different tone, thick with emotion and tinged with an accent more pronounced than usual. "I... I don't know what's happening to me."

The redhead's eyes widened as she took in the surreal scene before them – both she and Wanda ensnared within a large ring of flickering candles, their warm glow casting eerie shadows against the walls. At the heart of the circle, a pentagram etched into the floor seemed to pulse with a mystic energy that sent shivers down Natasha's spine.

Suppressing a surge of alarm, Natasha approached Wanda cautiously, her voice a gentle murmur.

"Sweetheart," she whispered, her tone tender yet laced with apprehension, not wishing to startle Wanda further. "Did you... do this?"

"Yes," Wanda's voice changed and gone was the initial shock in them. "I need you, Natasha."

There was a primal hunger in Wanda's eyes as she lunged at Natasha, her hands, chilled by the cold, cupped Natasha's face, and embraced her with a fervent and intense kiss. It was as though they both sensed the urgency of the moment, wanting to etch this memory into eternity, as if it could be their final time together.

Instinctively, Natasha responded to the kiss with a magnitude that matched Wanda's, her arms enveloping Wanda's waist with a fervent need, their bodies drawn and intertwined perfectly together. Every touch ignited a raging desire between them, elevating their connection to an electrifying sensation. Natasha held onto Wanda tightly, savoring the moment, unwilling to let it slip away.

A deep whimper escaped Wanda's throat from the passionate kiss, breaking away for a second to catch her breath. She can feel her skin heating up, slowly burning her senses but she wanted more. "Natalia," she uttered like a prayer and gently pushed the other woman and urged her to lay down on the floor.

With the use of her magic, Wanda removed Natasha's clothing without warning, wanting to have more skin to skin contact. Once Wanda positioned herself on top, Natasha shivered when she felt how wet Wanda was the moment her core made contact with her crotch. "Fuck, Wands. You're so wet already."

"I want you so bad, Natalia," Wanda breathed heavily as she continued kissing Natasha roughly. Her hands freely roaming on the redhead's exposed skin, groping her breasts, while simultaneously leaving a trail of hickeys on Natasha's chest. "I own you." Her mouth descended on each perky nipple, nipping, biting, and giving them the much needed attention then soothed them with her warm tongue after being roughly handled.

The spy closed her eyes, mouth slightly agape, upon hearing Wanda's possessive statement. She was rendered speechless with the level of power Wanda was proclaiming. Typically the one in control of their sex lives, she found herself surprised yet intrigued by Wanda's boldness, leaving her both aroused and alarmed at Wanda's sudden forwardness and aggression. In a feeble attempt to ground herself, she put her hands on each side of the witch's waist.

This only encouraged Wanda to take matters in her own hands as she started languidly rutting her lower half against the redhead's hips, effectively asserting her control on the pace. She then ripped her mouth and teeth from Natasha's abused nipples to grab her chin tightly, bringing their mouths inches apart. “Tell me who you belong to.” Her heavily accented voice resonated around them and into Natasha's mind.

Their breaths mingled as the redhead answered weakly, “You Wanda, no one else.” The witch grabbed her face even harder, her crescent nails digging into the skin, bringing them closer as their noses brushed together.

“Say it again.” Wanda prompted while grinding her hips harder, smearing her wetness on Natasha's warm skin.

A deep sound came out of the spy's throat, something between a growl and a whine while she tried to focus on forming a correct sentence rather than let herself be consumed by Wanda's presence and touch. “I'm yours Wanda, only yours.”

A raw hum of appreciation escaped the witch's lips as she attached them again to Natasha's neck, leaving purple marks on her smooth skin and never stopping her lower movements.

When Wanda leaned slightly back to admire her work, racking her eyes over the redhead's slightly glistening body. She grinned and performed a careless flick of her wrist, encasing their lower bodies in scarlet tendrils and conjured to reveal a blood-red cock securely harnessed to Natasha's hips.

The spy let out a gasp of surprise at the discovery which was muffled by Wanda's lips kissing her again fervently. Natasha tightened her hold on the witch’s hips which had stilled while she was gifted with her new acquisition.

The tight grip spurted Wanda to move again, lowering herself to rest her wet center on Natasha's thick shaft before starting a slow back and forth movement against it. As her folds gilded lazily up and down, Natasha saw stars appear behind her eyes as she was able to feel everything. She could sense the warm and wet feeling of Wanda's core sliding along her silicone dick.

She stuttered while trying stay conscious, “Ah–Fuck, детка! What did you do?” She shocked back a needy whimper as Wanda gave a harder thrust on the tip.

“Do you like it? I made it just for you, baby.” The witch answered in short breaths, concentrated on keeping her movements slow and not giving in to the urge to forcefully rut against Natasha.

“Oh, yes it feels amazing. Keep going.” The redhead struggled to keep her gaze focused on the ethereal sight displayed above her, her girlfriend wearing a pretty pink flush on her cheeks while her eyebrows were slightly frowned in pleasure.

Natasha used the leverage she had with her hands on Wanda's hips to buck her own up, matching the pace of their humping and increasing the pressure between them, changing the angle a little.

Wanda moaned lewdly when the base of the strap brushed her clit, making her skin burn and tingle from the added stimulation. She placed one hand on the spy's ribs and the other on her shoulder to steady herself, her nails digging into soft flesh.

Mere moments later, Wanda sensed she was already close so she stopped her movements. She didn't plan for them to finish so soon, not after waiting for so long to experience something like this. She reluctantly lifted her body up to position herself above the flushed and panting spy, putting all her weight on her arms and using the strong body under her for balance.

The witch looked down and bit her bottom lip as she lowered her hips to situate her dripping entrance above the tip of Natasha's cock. Once the end of the shaft was snuggled against her core, she lifted her head to stare directly into the redhead's tightly closed eyes, “Look at me while I fuck myself with your cock, Natalia.” Wanda demanded, half-growled in an effort to contain her need to just slam down and get herself off as rapidly as she could manage.

The redhead used all the discipline she possessed to reopen her eyes and bore them into Wanda's green ones. The exact moment their gaze met, the witch started sinking down slowly, forcing the strap to enter her inch by inch. A long moan ripped itself from Natasha's throat as she felt all the nerves of her body setting alight at the feeling of the hot embrace of Wanda's walls choking her enchanted strap.

Natasha buried her nails into the other woman's waist when Wanda's pussy swallowed the last of her shaft, bringing their hips flesh to flesh. The warm, wet and tight feeling of the witch's insides surrounding her whole cock was already too much and she couldn't prevent herself from closing her eyes in concentration to not cum right away.

“You feel so good inside of me, baby.” Wanda whispered, eyeing her girlfriend under her thick lashes, reveled in her evident struggle and pleasure. She stayed still for a moment to give herself a bit of time to adjust to the huge dick stretching her walls before starting to gyrate her hips slightly to test the waters.

Natasha's hips gave a jerky spasm in response as she felt herself getting squeezed from the base to the tip with the slight movement of the woman on top of her.

No longer able to contain herself, Wanda lifted herself up again all the way until only the tip of the cock remained inside of her before sinking down again. Natasha saw dark spots in her vision when the warm heat gripped her dick in a sucking motion as she travelled up. She moaned a series of you're mine you're you're mine while bouncing up in down on Natasha's dick.

As Wanda continued riding her, their chorus of moans and squelching wet sounds were the only noises surrounding them as their pleasure kept increasing and increasing as well as the pace of their thrusts.

“Wanda— I'm close, fuck!” Natasha panted through gritted teeth as her body was tensing more and more upon her impending release. She started giving short, hard lunges upward to drive her strap even deeper into Wanda's pussy.

“Mmmh, me too, come with me детка.” The witch almost whined, her eyes glowing even more darker, and her thrusts becoming messier and sloppier as she edged towards her own release.

Finally the coil in Natasha's stomach. enfolded as she cummed. She sensed her warm juices leaving the tip of her strap as she felt the primal urge to pump her dick harder and deeper into Wanda as she came. As she did so, she felt the witch's walls clenching sporadically around her, signalling she had triggered her own orgasm. The delicious squeezes prolonged Natasha's release until she stilled and flopped back, completely spent and head lulling backwards.

At the same time, Wanda came with a long moan when Natasha's juices warmed the inside of her womb. As she descended from her high, Wanda kept lazily riding Natasha in slow and short motions until she became too sensitive and finally unsheathed herself from the strap with a lewd and wet sound.

After regaining her breath, Wanda suddenly sat upright and found herself gasping for air, her body trembling with the effort to fill in her empty lungs. Then, a peculiar sensation washed over her—an intense detachment as though her very essence was being ripped apart from within, as if an invisible pair of hands were wrenching a fragment of her soul which was being torn away by an inexplicable force beyond comprehension.

An overwhelming tide of panic gripped her, fueled by the relentless force pulling at her. With each passing moment, she felt her very consciousness slipping away, aggressively and mercilessly tearing it from her body. Amidst it all, her eyes blazed with a furious crimson, reflecting the turmoil within and tendrils of her magic hung in the air.

"Wanda," Natasha's voice was fraught with urgency, "Baby! What's happening? Wanda!" she repeatedly called out her name, trying desperately to break through Wanda's trance and tether her back to the present moment. Finally, her persistent pleas got through Wanda's lucid state, her body slumped over hers, body pressing down like a dead weight.

"Hey, hey, look at me," Natasha said softly, gently cupping Wanda's face in her hands and drawing her closer. "Are you alright?"

Gasping for air, Wanda struggled to focus her gaze on Natasha, her heart racing with fear and confusion. "Natasha?" Her voice rasped with agitation. "What... what just happened?" Her mind reeled, wrestling with the disorienting aftermath of whatever had transpired.

"Good Lord, Wanda!" Natasha exclaimed, her relief palpable yet tinged with lingering anxiety. "You scared the life out of me. One moment you seemed fine, and then suddenly you were trembling, your magic flowing out all over the room." She decided to leave out the part where Wanda was clutching onto her shoulders, as if the witch was scared for her to slip away from her fingers.

Wanda's voice wavered with distress as she tried to make sense of the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. "I feel pain and at the same time feel empty," she confessed, her brow furrowed with confusion. "I can feel it within my heart but I don't know where it's coming."

Natasha enveloped the weeping witch in her arms offering a sense of security and solace. "Just let it all out, Wanda," she whispered soothingly. "I'm right here, baby."

"I'm so scared, Nat," Wanda hiccuped between sobs, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "It felt like my soul was ripped from my body. I don't ever want to experience that again."

"You're safe with, Wanda," Natasha murmured, her tone laced with unwavering determination. "I promise you, I won't let anything harm you. Whatever it takes, I'll protect you." Her words were a steadfast vow, a pledge of her love and devotion for Wanda.

In the vast emptiness of space, her anguished cries and screams echoed chaoticly through the stretches of the universe once the projection severed. A real testament to her desperation as she struggled to cling to the faint hope of an alternate reality where she could reclaim the life she once knew, knowing all too well it could never be hers again.

She finds herself in a vulnerable position, with nothing remaining but the ethereal burden of her own chaos magic intertwined with the relentless ache of agony, a haunting symphony echoing through the chambers of her soul.

Once again, thank you very much for sharing your great mind with me. @mikaila-m 💜🫶

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