#vampire!natasha romanoff

[swaqcenix]

༻ Taste of Love & Blood | N. Romanoff ༺

vampire!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: When your friend's convince you to head to a club for a night out, who knew you'd take a liking to the hot red head serving the drinks on all hallows' eve? Shared jokes of her even being a blood-sucking vampire spun in the air. Something about her seems like a rose that you needed to prick your finger on & something about you smelt ever so sweet, she needed a taste. After all, all's fair in love & war.

Warnings: 18+, alcohol use, a lot of smut, blood kink, human!reader x vampire!natasha, neck biting, age gap, thigh riding, fingering, anal, dom!natasha, sub!reader, dry humping, overstimulation, dacryphilia, squirting, dark!natasha (?)

Pairings: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, vampire!natasha x human!fem reader, partially forbidden, age gap, dark!natasha (if you squint at the end)

Word Count: 4.9K

DC: cafekitsune

AN: Something about vampire Natasha sends me feral, so I had to write about her. On my knees for this Natasha (literally.)

The sound of a shot being slid over to you rang out your train of thoughts bringing your distant mind back within reality and the four walls of the club. Well, you say club but it's more like a place for the fucking rich.

Glancing over at Carol you arched a singular eyebrow and was received with a hum followed by a shrug. Hallows' eve & you were sat in what felt like a bar suited for expensive attire with yourself looking out of place now.

"Loosen up, Y/N. It's Hallows' eve and you're sat there looking like some witch or vampire is going to shoot into the place at any given moment," her voice teased lightly causing you to roll your eyes.

Instead of a response, you lifted the shot glass to your plump lips and threw it back. The all too familiar burn turned down the volume on your thoughts. It was like a thorn bush, prickling at your throat but irresistible to the touch.

Carol let out a choked laugh to which you responded back with the instant reaction of simply giving the finger. You were after all quite notoriously renowned for being one of the best at taking shot's of the friend group.

"I'm aware it's practically Halloween, but come on? I feel so outta place in comparison to this damn building. You guys didn't tell me it was going to be so.. posh," you retorted eyeing them.

Kate, the youngest of the group just sighed and her eyes ended up drifting to a woman at the bar ogling at the sight. She was quite an adventurous kind of girl, as Kate tended to have relationships all over the place-having the track record for one night stands out of all of you.

"Listen, why don't we play a game. See who can pull that lady over there because lord god she's something else," Wanda interjected.

Scoffing you shook your head not interested in their little games. You hadn't even paid the woman a glance yet. Shyness wasn't exactly the key to your issue, it was more you were afraid of stepping into the territory of one night stands & hooking up with anyone. Your record of ex's hardly played a very up-hand test in this given their own game's of chess.

They each agreed with Wanda's idea of fun and while somehow the idea did intrigue you, you also didn't want to indulge in such activities.

"You guys go ahead I'll just continue to sip on my whiskey and beer if you guys don't mind," you shrugged at them earning you groans across the table.

They all said nothing more though knowing nothing was going to convince you otherwise. Instead they left you to it heading over to play their games of flirting and what they would call "nights to remember." However, you settled on something more indulging in your mindset, simply nursing a glass of what was now rum placed in front of you.

It was like your mind drifted into a different dimension when you glanced at your drink. The sounds surrounding you dancing around you, drowning out. Eventually you glanced up seeing your friends glancing over to you and back to who you presumed was the lady they were attempting to pull. It almost made you snort with confusion at the passing glances.

Wanda just smirked with her signature look directed towards you, causing you to raise an eyebrow at the brunette pointedly. As you glanced around the bustling atmosphere of the club, it had become apparent that they'd become busier.

Carol, Wanda & Kate weaves their bodies through the crowds glancing at you for clarification. It was apparent they all wanted you to join them, to which you politely declined.

It wasn't that you were opposed to the vibes of the nightclub, you just weren't the biggest fan of throwing yourself all out into the intoxicating air of the room. Observing silently as you nursed your drink, your friends clearly found the music as addictive as a drug, getting higher until their minds filled with sheer joy.

There was no telling realistically how much time had passed with you sat there, the smoke machines and the lights illuminating the club allowing your skin to glow- almost like an aura showing visibility.

A loud gruffly voice bought you back from your inner thoughts, the smell of hardcore liquor causing you to wrinkle your nose at the sheer smell. His voice could be heard before his figure seen and it was rather repulsive, even if you did say so yourself.

"Hello, beautiful. What brings you here?" His voice carried an edge to it that made your spine cold, not in a good way ether.

A heavy sigh left your lips as you found yourself sensing where this conversation, or lack there of could go. It certainly wasn't appealing to yourself at all.

"I'm just out with some friends for the night, thank you." Your voice was less firm than you wished it to be, causing you to mentally slap yourself.

One of the main things you found repulsive about bars was the oncoming drift of men finding their way through the crowds like a heavy storm, brewing into something of a dark nature. In those fleeting moments they always seemed to discover you before the rest & it constantly set your skin alight with fire and fear.

"They left you on your own huh?" He said, his voice carrying a rough tone you weren't fond of.

"Yes, well I'm not much for all of the vibes. Thank you though."

It was clear you were evidently trying to push whatever intentions he had of pursing instantly. Yet, it was typical for yourself to end up in situations where men didn't get the memo.

"How about you take up my offer on dancing with me?"

He asked it in a way that his eyebrow raised suggestively, sending your stomach churning. If a situation ever called for bile to come rising up now would be one of them.

"I'll have to decline, thank you for the offer," You attempted to be polite about it.

However, internally you already wanted to tell him to just fuck off. Yet, not wanting to cause a scene in a club or attract anymore unwanted attention, it was clear to yourself that playing it cool and calm would be a safe bet. At least, hoping that would be the case.

His hand was rough and had little to no gentleness involved. Realistically, the only simple way to describe it was as though a hot heavy iron metal had touched your skin, trying to worm its way and mark you. He'd placed it on your shoulder, instantly tensing your body causing a deep breath to illicit from your lips.

"I must insist, it's not exactly me behaving like a gentleman if I leave you here to wallow alone in your thoughts," He pushed causing a deep frown to paint upon your face.

As you attempted to decline once more a more firmer voice came from behind you, bringing a sort of authoritative aroma surrounding the surrounding area. The person whom it belonged to you weren't aware only recognising it to be female.

"I believe she said no, Leroy," the tone clearly gave no room for argument.

It was almost amusing for a mere moment, watching the man who had clearly tried to peruse you shrivel into himself. He, better known as Leroy now to your knowledge muttered something incoherent beneath his breath.

"I was making friendly conversation that's all," He attempted to defend himself, however you heard the hitch of her breath as if she wasn't buying it at all.

"How about I make it even more friendly hm? You turn around heading to the door before I make you." She stated, to him challenging in a way your entire body shivered for a reason you couldn't quite place or comprehend.

You observed as his head lifted up almost to boldly and stupidly challenge her. That was until a form of a hiss came from behind, it almost tempted you to look behind at the sound. However, the sheer way Leroy's face paled and he looked like he wanted to run for his life, seemed to warn your mindset otherwise.

Scrambling out of his seat, Leroy practically fled from the scene like he couldn't carry his body out of the building fast enough. Had it been any other situation you may have laughed, but something in you sensed a form of danger, good or bad an unsureness lingering there.

Without meaning to, you found your head slowly turning behind you in the direction of the woman who seemingly had defended yourself. Anticipation mixed with anxiety stirred in the pit of your stomach like a whirling storm brewing at the cusp of the unknown.

Her hair ran down in a neat form to her shoulder's, spilling down over her face. It was a deep form of red, like a capturing sense of beauty, one nobody could resist. Lips painted a dark blood red, one could almost mistake her for royalty.

The woman's features even stood out if that were even more of a possibility. Her skin, pale in contrast to her starkly red hair and blood like lips. Eyes a piercing emerald green like she belonged with the earth in a deathly scene. Had you taken one glance of her trance, you'd mistake her for a vampire.

"Enjoying the view there, Sweetheart?" Her voice bringing you from your thoughts.

Your cheeks turned a deep beetroot red in realisation that the redhead had caught you not so subtly staring. She didn't seem to offended however, in fact a signature painted smirk lay upon her lips.

"Oh I-" You stupidly stuttered, unable to get your words out in a formatted sentence.

"I'm just teasing. Come on, follow me. I'll pour you a drink at the bar," She stated sauntering off and leaving no time for you to argue otherwise.

Even if you wanted to argue, you found your legs drifting on their own. It was like your brain had a totally different idea to your actual body, instinctively following the intriguing redhead. She went behind the bar gracefully, instinctively pouring you a drink, not that you’d asked her what you wanted to drink.

Her hands flexed with a speed you didn’t think were possible, yet the redhead simply did it was a delicacy and grace you couldn’t quite fathom. You hadn’t realised she’d finished pouring you your drink a mere few seconds go. Ironically one of your favourite cocktails, something you tended to drink under stressful circumstances.

“How did you-“ You attempted to talk, even through the loud atmosphere of the bar but the captivating woman merely shushed you.

“Instinctively guess dear, I hope I got it right.”

The redhead simply winked at you, her plump red lips tilting upwards into a smirk. That kind of look ans gesture sent a feeling shooting through to your core, making your knees feel wobbly and legs like Jelly. As if she could read anyone’s mind, specifically yours she let out a soft husky laugh. A noise so sweet but addictive you could have melted on the spot right there and then.

You picked up the drink taking a small sip of the cocktail, a soft moan leaving your lips with a content sigh at the taste. You noticed the bartender's mouth twitch and you could have sworn her eyes flashed red and darkened. Yet, no you must be imagining things.

"I'm Y/N by the way," you managed to stutter out. "But everyone calls me Y/N/N."

Her lips tilted up in something one could call a signature smirk, one that belonged and suited someone so well.

"I'm Natasha, but you may call me whatever you like sweetheart," She leaned over the bar smirking at you.

You were so grateful that the dim light hid your bright red cheeks, or you might have died on the spot in that moment. You raised an eyebrow at the redhead and Natasha simply winked at you.

Tilting your head to your previous table, you'd noticed your friends all gawking at you with knowing looks on their faces. Oh great. Natasha followed your gaze to the table gathered with your friends and a husky sultry laugh elicited from her plump lips.

"Ah they're with you?" She asked curiously.

Sighing, you found yourself sheepishly nodding glancing back at Natasha who was now looking at you like you seemed to be the only person in the bar existing.

"Yeah, they can be.. a handful but I love them."

Natasha laughed again, this time more heartedly, sending shivers into your skin and flutters dancing around in your heart and stomach.

"Mm they came over to me earlier, I assume trying to hit on me perhaps for a dare?" She said raising a pointed eyebrow at you.

You flushed more obviously now shaking your head as you sighed with embarrassment. Your friends always could be a little handful here and there.

"Mmm, sorry about that. Not interested then?"

"Well, my eyes are somewhere else," Natasha stated her deep green eyes never leaving yours.

Your entire body froze in shock of her words. The redhead clearly knew what she was doing, staring at you with those hooded green eyes.

"That makes two of us", you blurted out without thinking earning you a pointed look.

Natasha ended up finishing her shift but continued pouring drinks for both of you. The conversation flowed freely, like nothing seemed dull nor boring. It didn't seem forced or uncomfortable aside from whenever someone glanced even slightly in your way, Natasha sent them one look you never seemed to see and they couldn't get away quick enough.

Several drinks later, you felt the alcohol coursing through your veins making you looser and less caring of your actions. Funnily, the alcohol didn't seem to be affecting Natasha as much as it was you. She didn't seem to mind, instead she lead you to the dance floor even with your apprehension.

"Anyone would think you're a vampire with how you act," You jokes dancing casually as her hands slowly but carefully drifted to your hips.

It almost caused you to gasp aloud, but you kept yourself firm not wanting to break whatever the hell was occurring in this situation. You felt Natasha's lips lean down to your ear, hearing her raspy breaths causing you to shiver slightly.

"Who's to say I'm not darling," You could have laughed had her voice not being so deadly serious and filled with a taste of something that wasn't meant for others to see nor hear.

A hardcore blush filled your cheeks, rising into your face. You hadn't even noticed you'd been half grinding down on her leg until it was too late. Natasha's hands were guiding your hips like they had their own rhythm like it was natural.

"Shit sorry I-" You weren't even drunk, not fully but you couldn't help to indulge in areas you never deemed yourself to head.

Yet, as you went to pull away, Natasha made quick work of herself to yank you back into her arms. God her arms, you could barely make out the painted red nails in the light's glaring above you, but you could sense not one single thing was out of place.

"I'm not opposed to it, in fact I was rather enjoying myself darling," Her voice was darker this time, it sent shivers coursing through your entire being.

The both of you couldn't hold yourselves together, grinding halfway on the dance floor against one another. No care in the world was given, had you given yourself more dignity you may have been embarrassed. Yet, gone were the thoughts of your friends or the fact you were in public, tossed aside. All you could smell, think of and feel was Natasha behind you.

Time became completely meaningless, like it no longer existed, just a mere concept of a reality around you. Natasha's hand clasped your own guiding you to what you assumed was the staff-back entry. No arguments made of course, you found yourself following her like an obedient little thing, desperate for any form of attention.

Her soft warm hand guided you through the doors, into a locker-room that looked deserted aside the odd coat hanging up. The moment she entered with you, the redhead locked the door before slamming you into one of the lockers.

A surprise gasp elicited from your lips, her plump ones tilting upwards into a devilish smile. It was now you could see Natasha fully, her red flowing hair looking slightly tangled but still managing to look gorgeous. Yet, something felt off. As you glanced up into what you were expecting to see earthly-green eyes, you were met with a different sight.

Her eyes were a deep, haze of blood red, looking like she'd been crying for hours yet impossibly more than that. Your blood ran cold as Natasha raised an eyebrow at you, before realisation hit her face, her lips tilting slightly to the side.

"Are you-" You stuttered earning you a sultry deep chuckle, sending your blood cold.

"You can say it, I won't bite," The irony of the sentence not going to miss.

"A vampire?" The words sounded foreign on your lips, like you'd gone batshit insane.

Maybe you had? Perhaps, one too many shots or cocktails had sent your head spinning eyes going foggy and playing tricks. Yet, the way Natasha was staring at you, the red eyes only glowing deeper than a pricked rose told your mind it wasn't hallucinations.

"Does that scare you?" She asked, her voice going slightly gentle for a mere second.

Did it scare you? Deep down you felt it should, a vampire had no business or at least according to the lores of tales with human's. Not a good style of business anyway, especially considering all of the gore of films and books you'd indulged in.

However when you glanced at Natasha it felt.. different. Like you had no means to be scared. There were thorn's on single rose, it didn't steer people clear of admiring the rose's beauty and the symbolism of what the flower meant.

"No," your voice answered truthfully.

Your answer earned you a pointed look. Her lips tilting upwards into a wide grin. It exposed her fangs that were sharper than one could say a knife itself. Something in you felt drawn to them, to her. Like a siren, something dangerous was lurking you into a deep forest wanting to take you. You'd let her.

"Can I?" She asked, her lips placed delicately against your skin. You felt like Natasha was trying to memorise your scent, like you were prey to her, desperate for a sweet honey-scented bite.

"Yes," you found your lips answering of their own accord.

Waisting no more time for herself, Natasha lurched forward attaching her plump lips to your neck. A soft gasp, followed by a sweet moan left lips, yours or hers you weren't sure. The likelihood was both of you.

The older woman wasted no time with you, biting down hard enough to draw blood. This time it was you who moaned causing her to growl slightly in a way you didn't know could leave anyone's lips. She sucked away at the blood, a harsh smile painting upon her lips against your neck.

"You taste divine, like the heavens created you themselves," She whispered against your neck.

Natasha continued her bite trails, licking up the blood delicately but with care as she trailed along. You felt like you were indulging in such sinful acts, but with her holding you up against the locker, drawing out blood and treating you with such care. Well your mind couldn't form a simple formed thought let alone think of the consequences.

You felt a bare thigh slip between your skirt, right onto your core and your head slammed back into the locker. Yet, when you attempted to grind down on it Natasha gave you a large bite onto your jugular. She sucked away at the blood, but held your hips in place and you dare not move in that moment.

"Please, N-Natasha you're not playing fair," you attempted to gasp out.

Instead you received a firm hand around your throat lightly squeezing as she made direct eye contact with you. The eye contact was so intense, it sent your stomach alight, your insides churning around as you saw how deep red her eyes appeared.

"Oh darling, all's fair in love and war. Besides, I never play fair. Be a good girl now, wait patiently."

Plump lips, kissing you hard against your own gave you no time to respond. Instead you gasped into her mouth, giving Natasha enough time and chance to slide her tongue into your mouth. You accepted it willingly of course, desperate to get any sort of high she was going to give you.

A loud tear below, caught you off guard and your eyes drifted down to the sound. Gasping into the kiss, you'd discovered the redhead had all but destroyed your underwear ripping them off in one swift movement. God you knew vampires had a tendency for strength in some ways, but the sight of it being used for desire only drove heat straight to your core.

Before you could even protest, Natasha attacked your lips again, shoving her tongue back into your mouth. She nibbled feverishly at your lower lip, moaning softly against your lips.

"I cannot get enough of you my sweet little human," She whispered and you were grateful her hands were holding you up against the lockers.

Without warning, her hands started to grind your hips against her bare thigh, your core beginning to clench around practically nothing. If this was supposed to be hell, you'd stay in it every-time if Natasha was going to be driving you into sheer bliss like this.

Her hands roamed around your body, nails digging into your skin as they traced down against your back. The pain brought tears to your eyes, but merely bliss and arousal followed. Especially as you felt Natasha move you against her thigh, your wetness seeping down shamelessly onto her knee.

"My someone's a dirty little girl aren't they?" Her words sounding so filthy for someone who looked so pristine.

You felt her fingers drift down over your neck squeezing once again and she bit down on your lower lip once more. A metallic taste invaded your lips before she sucked on your lower lip, causing your back to arch as desire filled through your lungs.

Without a second of warning, Natasha's long delicate fingers firmly pressed against your clit, rubbing against it like she was determined to send you into a different dimension. You felt stars fill your eyes as your head once again slammed into the locker's behind you.

"N-Natasha I can't hold on.."

Your voice sounded so weak and pathetic, had it been any other time you'd have cared deeply and wanted nothing but to cower away in embarrassment. Yet, with Natasha's nimble fingers and thigh flexing her muscles every few seconds, you couldn't think. Only feel.

"I'm not asking you to hold on, Sweetheart. Let go, cum for me that's a good girl now," She asked her fingers moving at an impossibly fast speed.

That's when you felt the wetness seeping out of you like a gush, the orgasm hitting you at such a ferocity you needed to hold onto Natasha's shoulder's. Your nails dug into her skin and she smirked against your neck breathing in your scent like she couldn't get enough, her fingers nor guide on your hips never slowing. The feeing sent you into over-stimulation and you groaned loudly trying to pull away.

However, Natasha merely moved you with such an incredible strength you nearly gasped. She slammed you into the near by couch, well you say slammed. The older woman practically flew across the room with you in her arms, the couch ripping slightly with such intensity hitting it.

Natasha wasted no more time biting down your skin, physically ripping off your clothes. It was like something feral was now driving her, not stopping her for a single second. Your skin littered in bite marks, blood spilling out from each mark as she licked it up. Her tongue felt warm against your cold skin and you groaned at the feeling, burning your body alight.

Her hands drifted ferociously over your skin, clutching at your breasts, before her lips moved to them biting and sucking on your nipples. It felt like something you'd never felt before and you should be afraid, but you weren't. Instead your entire body dancing in the fires of desire and arousal.

"God, Y/N/N, I cannot get enough of you. You're a sweet creature who needs someone older to take care of you," She whispered before biting down on your stomach and sucking on it like it was her life's goal.

"J-Just how much older?" You tried to whisper before she squeezed her nails down on your thigh to shush you.

"Mm, all in good time pet, all in good time," Her nails racking down your now naked body drawing harsh red lines that would definitely leave marks.

Her lips attached themselves to your thigh, biting down hard with her fangs. You moaned loudly, causing her to shush you. You were still in the club after all. Your hands drifted into her silky red locks, bliss and arousal filling you up in every part of your body.

Suddenly, her slim fingers delved deep into your core, pumping with a speed that was animalistic. Natasha gave you no time to adjust to her fingers before adding 2 more, pumping in and out of you fast.

Your hips grinded down onto her fingers body practically arching off the couch in the locker room. Her free hand dug her nails back into your abdomen, pushing you back down as you felt her fangs continue to bite and suck away at both thighs.

"Natasha please, I'm going to cum can I cum?"

You begged her, barely recognising the sounds leaning your lips your voice sounding foreign to your own ears. Natasha chuckled, it was darker this time sounding scarier, something you shouldn't be turned on by. Yet, she knew different as more wetness left your core allowing her fingers to move at a feral pace the slick noises filling the room.

"No," She said without any room for arguments just a one word answer.

Her fingers merely sped up, causing some tears to spill from your eyes. Of course it didn't go unnoticed to the female vampire, instead Natasha chuckled, the sound sending your body cold and practically into a frenzy.

"Aw does my sweet little human need to cum that badly? Is my girl that much of a whore you can't fucking wait for 5 minutes?" She teased you causing you to writher beneath her whimpers leaving your lips.

Her mouth suddenly moved straight to your soaked pussy, sucking and using her fangs to bite gently but firmly down on your clit. Your hand had to fly up to your mouth to halt the screams. However, Natasha's fingers sped up and a particularly harsh bite told you she wanted to hear you.

"No no, Sweetheart. I want to hear your screams, moans and every ounce of pleasure I give you. You look devine crying from a simple pleasure of my fingers and tongue, be a good girl now and comply."

You went to protest before she dug her nails into your skin again causing you to move your hand and moan loudly.

"Don't test my patience pet. You don't want to find out if you cross a vampire, especially a female at that. Now let me take my reward," she said before her fingers sped up even faster.

Natasha's thumb moved to rub against your clit, her nails feeling surprisingly so incredibly good as her tongue worked wonders. You were convinced she had a longer tongue than the average human, but that wouldn't surprise you.

The knot in your stomach tightened and you felt stars dancing around in the corners of your vision. How much longer you could hold on you weren't sure, but her tongue wasn't slowing down and nor was her fingers. A particularly harsh bite down on your clit followed by a suck sent you crying in desperation.

"Okay sweet human, you can cum now. Make a beautiful mess on my tongue and fingers and give me my reward," She whispered the sounds hitting you hard.

Your back arched and you let out a cry of pain? Delight or joy? Possibly all three but you released hard on Natasha's fingers and tongue. A gush of wetness hit her tongue and the realisation that you'd squirted practically made Natasha almost loose control entirely.

Black dots began to fill your vision as you flopped back onto the now completely ripped couch, Natasha pulling away after some time. She licked up the remaining cum, her face which you could barely make out still had traces of your blood lingering there. Attempting to look down, you realised just how many bite marks there were.

Your vision was becoming too dark now, sheer exhaustion from your intense orgasms overtaking you as she leaned over you biting softly at your pulse point. You found yourself drifting away barely making out her final words as Natasha stroked your hair gently.

"I think I'll keep you pet. I'd love to worship a sweet little human like yourself and you'd do wonders in my little life. Mine to keep and mine to please," her voice fading away into the distance as your vision became foggier.

[ahhhwomen]

The calm before the storm.

Vampire Empire

Part 7.1

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

A/N: Well... here it is. I changed the graphic parts, but it's still violent. This was supposed to be a hurt/comfort chapter, but it just turned into hurt, so I divided the chapter into two, this is the hurt part... and I will try my very best to make the next one a comfort... Writer block hit me like a truck with this one so please excuse bad writing...

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

Word Count: 3k

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Extreme violence, slightly explicit violence, talk of torture, scars, violence against a child

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(26 hours before the slaughter)

“Come on pretty girl, I know you can do it, keep your head above the water baby.” Gentle hands try to coax you, pushing against the back of your neck in an attempt to force your muscles into action.

It’s strange, the only other times you have been in the bath is when they were drowning you, perhaps you enjoy this more. It’s hard to tell, you can’t feel much of anything anymore.

Her grip loosens for a moment and your head lolls to the side, foamy bubbles collide with your left ear, the earlobe barely having made contact with the hot water before soft hands return with full force to catch you.

“Hmph.” A frustrated sigh gets drowned out by the insistent buzzing inside your mind. The sound consumes you from the inside, eating away any emotion that slipped past the initial reaping.

A creak slices through the still air as Natasha grits her teeth together, white bone clumsily gliding against itself, barely missing the inside of her cheek. She has been hunched over for the better part of half an hour, but she can do nothing but uncomfortably shift the pressure from one knee to the other, her hands occupied with you.

Wanda had insisted they set you into a routine. So, every night Natasha was tasked with bathing you, though you weren’t making it easy for her.

As her rolled-up sleeve dips into the water for the fourth time while she adjusts, Natasha debates yet again if she should call on Wanda for help, but as her eyes drift over your empty ones, she thinks better of it.

Guilt eats her alive as she works on finishing up your bath and tucking you in.

Three days ago (96 hours before the slaughter):

A wet washcloth is continuously dragged across your forehead as Wanda wipes the sweat away, her fingers follow the path of the moist trail as she feels your temperature and sighs in relief.

After two intense nights, your fever finally broke, but you had yet to wake up. She is just about to tuck you back in when her wife’s voice rings through the spacious room.

“How is she doing?”

Natasha leans against the doorframe while she watches her wife care for you. The wood digs into her shoulder blade, but she ignores it in favor of keeping her distance. As much as the younger redhead craved to be near you, she was cautious to interact with you when Wanda was there.

After the fever gave them quite a scare the day before, Natasha came just as close to losing her life as you. Wanda had fallen asleep with you clutched in her grip after an hour of settling your shaking frame from a nightmare. After a while, Natasha attempted to remove you from Wanda’s possession.

She was merely concerned about Wanda’s heated body irritating your flushed skin, but after almost losing an eye to a sleep-deprived redhead, she left the primal care to her other half.

Wanda hums, her fingers stroking your hair delicately as she kneels beside the plush guestroom bed. As she rakes through them, your hair strands lay clumped together, loosening them strand by strand she soothes herself.

“She needs a bath,” her fingers move from your hair to your face, gently tracing your features. When the pad of her pointer hits a sensitive spot beneath your jaw, you let out a breathy giggle in your sleep, and Wanda can’t help the lift of her lips into a pleased grin.

However, her smile is quickly wiped away as a familiar jingle of metal rattles against your throat as you shift in your slumber.

Natasha hummed her agreement, unaware of her wife’s fleeting attention.

The layers of filth that covered you had to be weeks, if not months, in the making. She was aware that you got a weekly hose down by the shelter, but depending on when Carol loaned you out, you could very easily have missed it.

“Should I get one started?”

With a huff, Wanda nods slowly. Her irritation radiates off of her as she looks you over.

Natasha tilts her head, at her wife’s strange reaction, her shirt gliding against her cheek. “Is there an issue?”

The older redhead looks down for a moment. The sheer uncomfortableness that settles within her very bones is not without reason. Her skin is cold with prickles and goosebumps. Perhaps it’s a ridiculous reaction, but the significance of what she is about to do is crucial to you, she knows that.

However, as the filth and stench of a certain blondie coats itself around the stark leather surrounding your neck, she knows it needs to be done.

She needs to remove your collar.

“Her collar. It needs to be removed.” The words are sneered, almost growled, as Wanda wills the uncertain into existence.

Natasha stiffens, her clothes which were perfectly fine a moment ago now feel disgusting against her soft skin, every stitch piecing it all together feel wrong and patchy.

A collar is a safety net in the power dynamic between a vampire and a pet. It’s always been a part of vampire tradition that the collar is a reminder of good faith. Removing the collar, without the owner’s specific request, means punishment.

If you wake up without your collar, you will never forgive them.

“I will do it.” With her head hung low, Natasha closes the distance between herself and you, crouching down beside her wife. Her knees creak as she sinks into position, her hands reaching toward you.

The sorrow that builds and sinks within her is laughable. They barley know you, and you definitely don’t know them, yet the pull between yourself and them is undeniable. In a lifetime of grief, Natasha was hoping it could symbolize a new beginning, a lifeline of sorts.

Perhaps it wasn’t meant to be.

Just as her fingers struggle against the metal clasp, smaller, softer hands glide over her own and hold them gently.

“No.” The clan leader sighs out calmly.  

Natasha furrows her brows in confusion.

“But-“

“No. I need to do this.” With a sad smile, Wanda removes her wife’s hands and holds them to her lips, “She likes you.” It was the simplified truth.

To be frank, Wanda scares you, she can tell by the way you never find peace around her, even while you are asleep. You wouldn’t trust either of them when you wake, but at the very least she could lessen the burden that will lay on her wife’s shoulders.

With her tail tucked between her legs, the younger girl nods silently and raises herself into a standing position. The loose thread beside her zipper takes over all of Natasha’s attention, she refuses to watch.

Wanda removes your collar in an almost medical procedure, leaning slightly over your tiny frame surrounded by plush pillows and warm blankets, she finds the point of no return and she places her fingers lightly against your skin as her fingers work on opening the clasp.

She knows immediately.

As soon as the back of her ring finger touches your neck.

She knows she will beat Carol Danvers until she is unrecognizable.

“Oh.”

The leather feels rough and scratchy as she clutches it in her grip while looking you over.

“So that’s why she is leased,” Wanda mumbles in a monotone voice.

That finally catches Natasha’s attention again. With a curious glance over Wanda’s shoulder, Natasha falls void of any emotion but one. Pure, unfiltered, hatred.

Back in the day, rouge vampires had a specific way of marking their property.

They called it The Noose of Misery. A name bound in irony, a mockery, as they scarcely felt sorry for this sort of thing.

It was deemed a form of entertainment.

The noose of misery; was to slit your victim’s throat repeatedly, leaving gruesome slashes through thin skin. The first slice was always the same, they would cut the vocal cords. It wasn’t precise, nor pretty, it was merely a rouge slash against vulnerable anatomy.

Due to this, they would often miss their target.

Which would prompt them to hold down their victims until they were satisfied, it wasn’t hard to tell when they succeeded as their victims would fall silent. Or a form of silence as they attempt to refrain from drowning in their own bodily fluids.

The vampires found it most entertaining when their prey ran around like headless chickens, choking and gurgling on their blood, trying their best to scream for help.

Despite the intensity of this game, their food would rarely pass away from it.

A vampire’s blood has a certain healing ability, and contrary to popular belief, drinking the blood of a vampire does not turn you into one. Only a clan leader could sire a new vamp.

So, the youngsters would often find new and innovative ways to watch their victim suffer, and only when the life seeped out of their eyes like the blood did their body, then and only then would the vampires slash their wrists and force it down their preys partially slit throats.

However, even with its healing ability, the blood of a vampire is considered poison. The pain that would sear through you after consumption has often been compared to being burned alive.

That never stopped them.

The ritual would be repeated until the owner was satisfied. Then the last round of slashes would be healed with a singular drop of blood, enough to keep them hanging on by a thread, but no more than that.

When the nasty gashes healed to raised scars, it would be proof of ownership.

In 1898, The Noose of Misery was banned across all clans.

Wanda Maximoff made sure of it.

Yet, there were always those select few that never listened.

Given the scarring, you couldn’t have been older than nine.

Nine?

Nine…

Nine.

There is an audible *click* as two sets of sharpened canines force themselves present as the two redheads look down at the horror.

There was a difference with yours; the first slash was precise and professional, cut right through the vocal cords. It was a given who ordered it to be done, but it was clear she was not the one to do it.

Or rather, she was not the one to do the first slice.

That also explained why you were a less permanent commitment to the shelter. It must have taken place during the trial.

There is a trial period when it comes to buying pets. Some test them for a week, others for a year, it all depends on the customer and how much money they are willing to pay. If they deem the pet unfit, they can return them for half price.

However, shelters and kennels alike have a strict policy against marking their brand. If the pet is marked before being sold, the responsible party is banned from buying said pet, and they have to pay a heavy compensation.

That whore must have paid half a fortune to make up for what she did to you.

Leased pets are damaged goods.

They will never be bought.

Anger crawls like ants within the older redhead.

“And so, the war begins.”

Her expression is blank as she speaks clearly. The anger within her digs in deeper until it mends with her very being. She means every word of it.

Just as the last syllable was worded out, Wanda looked down to see your scared eyes staring right back at her.

There is no telling how long you have been awake while Wanda was preoccupied with staring down at the scars, willing them to dissipate before her very eyes.

With a sigh, Wanda pats your head one last time before you cower away from her touch.

It hurt, but she knew what would happen once your only line of defense was taken away from you. The redhead stares down at the collar held firmly within her hands. She wished she was stronger, that she could return it to you and pretend as if she never knew.

But as you both glue your eyes to leather almost as old as you, the ants turn into giants, a soundly crack can be heard as the dirty material is ripped into pieces right before you.

And with it, you too fall into a disarray of pieces that will never fit back together.

That collar was all you had.

It was all you were.

Without it…

You are nothing.

Nothing but hers.

“Romanoff.” A chill runs down Natasha’s spine at the tone of her wife’s calling.

“Contact the Thor clan and inform them that they have 96 hours to give over Carol Danvers or I will kill them all.”

The command was said so bluntly Natasha could hardly believe her ears. But as she looks over to Wanda’s hunched frame, her nose snarled and her eyes a dangerous glowing red, she breaks out of her trance and excuses herself.

She can comfort you later, but there won’t be a later if she does not obey her wife.

Current time (24 hours before the slaughter):

Wanda has woken up screaming in terror many times in her lifetime. It’s not easy to live as long as she has, to see what she has seen. The same horror burdens Natasha.

So, the older redhead has lost count of the timeless times her slowly beating heart has broken at the sight of her wife crying and screaming in her sleep.

There was nothing more painful.

Or so she thought.

What she could never imagine was how it would make her feel to watch someone attempt to sob their long overdue sorrows, only for them to flail and choke against their own vocal cords silently. Nothing but weak gasps and hoars coughs, the sound itself making her wince in pity.

Breathing through her nose slowly, Wanda has to close her eyes to collect herself before turning toward her wife, who carries an expression not far from her own. With her lip peeled back and her eyes narrowed, Natasha cringes at the sound of your tiny frame fighting the bedsheets.

As her eyes glue themselves to the nanny cam, she set up on their bedside table, Wanda thinks of what limb to start with.

Carol seems awfully attached to those claws of hers…

She is quickly brought back to the present time when a loud gasp emits from the speakers, followed by a heavy thud as you fall off the king-sized bed.

Wanda is on her feet and halfway down the hallway before Natasha can get a word out.

You saw more of the ceiling that night than you did the floor.

Your hands swipe against empty air. The sounds around you are like a cold hollow inside an unexplored cave. Nothing but echoes of lies surround you as you desperately try to grasp the situation in a literal sense. Like a zombie, you growl and groan as your hands seek the source of your misery.

You can’t see her. With your neck split in half, you would have to use both hands to hold your head up.

However, it doesn’t hurt.

Not yet.

So, you fight.

You are far shorter than them, Master is almost double your height, and the other lady isn’t much shorter. If you could just get closer, your hardened hands may be able to grasp them and beg for forgiveness. You can’t really talk though…

The side of your vision darkens as the blood gushes and pools beneath your feet. You can’t see it, but you feel it, it’s like ice pouring down your body.

Streams like rivers, split and thicken into canals, as they cascade down your stomach and glide down your thighs.

Like a switch-

A sneaking wave hits you, suddenly the adrenaline is gone, and the crash is horrendous.

Your knees crash into the floor, your body following behind shortly. The weight of your own body fights against you as you attempt to push yourself upward. With your hands grasping and slipping against amber liquid, your elbows give out under the pressure, and you fall into a heap.

Cracks of a weak child’s bones bounce off the wall as you lay defeated.

Soon, your mind and body become self-aware of your soon-to-be decapitated head, and you can do nothing but gasp and flop like a fish out of water.

It’s really scary.

The small hands of a nine-year-old child claw and paw at the cold floor as two adult women watch for the fourth time that night as a young pet watches Death seek her out.

They break your jaw open, then a wrist is forced into your mouth.

You are scared.

The blood hurts.

It hurts a lot.

“Again.”

“Again.”

“Again.”

“Again.”

“Aga-“

*GASP*

On the other side of town (96 hours before the slaughter):

Carol learned at a very young age that vampires like Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff think they are invisible. And they were, not a single creature, human, vampire, or otherwise, ever came close to breaking them.

Weren’t you just full of surprises.

A puff of smoke surrounds the blond woman as she leans against the truck. With one leg crossed over the other, her pants rustle against each other as she swishes lightly to one side.

Men and women alike continue to shout and argue in the back as they finish loading up their gear.

Just as she flicks the cigarette to the ground and her boot crunches it against the pavement, her phone chimes.

BabyBoss:

You have 96 hours to give yourself over to the Maximoff clan or I will personally slaughter your entire hometown. Including your fucking childhood dog.

Read 2:13 am

Rolling her eyes, a chuckle builds up within her.

God, you really are full of surprises.

“You ready boss?” A gruff man in his late thirties asks her as she walks over to the back of the truck.

Throwing in her own bag she nods. “Lead the way.”

21 hours. 54 near deaths. 198 slashes. 32 scars.

Nine years old.

(This chapter really wasn't written well, I'm sorry.)

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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.

[infernalodie]

𝐀𝐥𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 (𝐩𝐭.𝟏) || 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

“𝘐'𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦��𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦“

Inspo: Sleep Token - Alkaline

Pairing: Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: When you met her gaze, something in you knew simplicity was forever gone...

Warnings: Description of murder and mainly building plot.

Part Two - Finale

Words: 1503

DNI IF YOU’RE SENSITIVE TO WARNIGNS ABOVE!

Dust particles, bugs, buzzing lightbulbs, and cold steel bars. Tattered clothes, aching limbs, starvation, dehydration. These were all things that you had to adapt to. The conditions of your captivity were nothing shorter than torturous. All because of the damn creatures that lurked at night feeding on innocents that matched the right criteria for their consumption.

Vampires. Wretches that came from an unknown entity or power. Information on them was vague other than what the governments divulged.

You’d never encountered such, but you had known of their existence. It was a worldwide problem that the higher powers weren’t sure of how to combat. So, it left the defenceless the main victims.

But two days when you were taken, you made sure to put up a fight. Stabbing one of those vile creatures in the throat before you were knocked out. Now thinking back to it, there might’ve been some better ulterior actions you could’ve made, but you knew it would’ve ended with you in here. Locked away in what seemed to be a whiskey distiller judging by the barrels lining the walls and brick pillars keeping the foundation above standing.

The details were meaningless. You’d seen fellow prisoners be taken wailing and screaming, kicking their legs about like children in some false hope that they would get away. And when they were taken above the basement, they were never seen or heard from again.

No one knew what they exactly did. From the whispers of conversation, you could hear from down the hall, you knew the vampires were harvesting them. And when they were done harvesting, they killed the human. There didn’t seem to be a sign of them ever stopping either.

Pressed to the corner of your cell, you toyed with a rock. Digging the object into the ground, scribbling random shapes. But the sound of voices alerted you, lifting your head to hear footsteps approach. Shadows danced across the walls from what looked like candlelight.

“Miss Romanoff, you must understand that this is a business,” a man’s voice spoke. “We can’t just take one from the batch. We’ll be behind on our deal with the Director. He expects 20 that are ready to ship and supply to allies. Not 19 and a half.”

The source of the voice appeared from down the hall. A man with a suit that had dust and tattered sleeves was following a woman, two guards behind them. Their faces revealed for a millisecond as they passed a light fixture hanging from the ceiling.

You caught sight of the woman’s vivid red hair, resembling the tone of a rose. Her white dress shirt compensates for her chest with two overall straps connecting to her black dress pants and hooked over her shoulders. Black leather gloves stuffed into her pockets, able to hear the fabric straining from clenched fists.

The man skittishly following in tandem was a mess. A lens in his glasses cracked and his hair was unkempt. His suit was ruined with dirt and ripped with his dress shoes looked older than yourself. But his drugged-out nature did make you believe this was a man of ingenuity. After all, he was questioning the woman on business on the correct measures to take.

They stopped within the darkness, obscuring their expressions from your vision. You made no movement to change that, too afraid of what type of attention it might draw. Instead, you heard the woman, Romanoff, exhale heavily. “Where is the half barrel?”

“R-Right here, ma’am.” The man moved toward the wall and pointed to the one in question. “I highly suggest that we fill it with the remaining prisoner of the batch before we think of-” As the man turned to the woman, her hand wrapped around his throat and slammed him into the ground.

The sheer force of the impact made the ground vibrate faintly. The man choked, unfinished pleas slipping out through cracked lips. “Must I remind you Banner of who it is you speak to? Or shall I save myself the breath and kill two birds with one stone?” Romanoff questioned. Her voice a rich American accent that had a tinge of darkness to it, calling upon goosebumps to rise across your body.

She reached toward the barrel mentioned before and popped the cork, causing the liquid to spill out. Romanoff pulled Banner’s face underneath and kept him there. Gurgles of his attempt to breathe fall weak. His body thrashed and his hands fought at the vampire's vice grip.

You couldn’t help but cringe at the sounds, closing your eyes with your face twisting up in disgust. It wasn’t as bad as the many things you’d seen on the news or from the media, but it still left your stomach twisting in disgust.

When the sounds stopped, you peeled your eyes open to see the last three figures standing in the hall talking quietly. But your attention quickly shifted toward the stream of blood coming from where the three were standing. Its red, thick form absorbs the dirt and dust as it slipped beneath your cell door and invaded your temporary space of hell.

There was no stopping the whimper that fell from your lips. Rapidly attempting to stand to your feet, you accidentally placed the palm of your hand on the rock you had been toying with. Applying too much pressure to the point that you pierced your hand, making you hiss as you pressed your back firmly to the wall, holding the limb close to your chest.

But it was too late. You could hear footsteps slowly and methodically approach. A harsh chill clung to the inside of your chest as you stared into the darkness as the figure grew large and closer. Until she stood in front of your cage door. The light hung above you gave you some vision of her face. Her strong jawline, plump lips, and pale complexion. But her eyes stood out the most. They glowed a fluent red, much like her hair. Both were beautiful if you hadn’t known what she had done and what she would continue doing after you were dead.

“Y/n, isn’t it?” Her question made you shiver. The sound of your name rolling off her tongue was faintly soothing. Maybe this was just another trick or power that vampires had that you weren’t aware of. But you wanted to hear it more.

You wouldn’t lie to yourself and say that the woman wasn’t attractive. She truly was the definition of gifted in beauty. It made you wonder if she used it to her advantage. If this “business” she conducted was originally built on her looks and how her voice had some sort of hypnotizing effect.

“How do you know my name?” You barked defensively, but your intimidation was less than none.

The woman sighed, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a vintage cigarette case and a lighter. “My men go through the belongings of the people we take. Learn who they are, what makes them tick, and if any of their family meets their standards to be harvested,” she explained. “But I went through yours, personally.”

You couldn’t help but scoff. “Is it some sick and twisted turn-on for you? To get to know the person you’re going to kill?” You spat. “Well, you can learn this. Killing one of your men was the best decision I’ve ever made. I can die happily knowing they're dead.”

Romanoff chuckled, placing the cigarette between her lips and lighting it. The orange glow reveals her full face and her eyes staring intently at you. It was unsettling. You thought she would be rearing to rip your throat out or give you the same fate as Banner, but she just stared. She wasn’t giving anything away for you to act upon.

Inhaling deeply, Romanoff pulled the stick from her lips and exhaled slowly. “You mean, Rogers?” One of the two figures behind her stepped forward just enough to reveal a bandage around his throat. Eyes resembling daggers directed toward you as Romanoff continued. “It will take a day or two to heal since everyone under my command has strict orders. But I am sad to say Y/n, you didn’t kill him.”

There was silence only found on your end, pulling a grin across the other woman’s face. She waved her hand, saying, “I mean, we can go over the countless things likely running through your head, but I have my own plans for you, sweetheart.”

“Don’t you dare fucking try it,” you warned. “I’ll kill you myself.”

Romanoff laughed, tossing her cigarette into the stream of blood and clapping her hands. “This is why you’re going to be mine, Y/n. You’ve got heart, just like how I imagined you too,” she said. “I’ve waited so long for this day.”

With one last wave of her hand, the door swung open, the lock shattering. And you couldn’t get a word out before Rogers charged at you and darkness claimed your vision.

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soul

my hero .oh my savior in restless nights you were so near .standing far away never left my heart.oh fate , my darling. you gave me something to hold on to ,while all i wanted to do is let go. i will never be able to thank you enough.let you feel how you made me feel. like a never ending knot.pulling me together . all i want is you to be near. but in the end .you´ll never know.

[becomingvecna]

Arcana by Miguel Cruz

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Kinktober Masterlist 2024

Welcome to Kinktober everyone! This is the list and descriptions of all the Halloween fics I have managed to write involving either Wanda, Nat and, in some chapters, even both of them :)

All chapters include 18+ smut and something relating to the spooky season so I hope you all enjoy.

Happy Halloween everyone! <3

 All of these fics contain 18+ smut (so MDNI) and all have specific warnings/tags at the start of each so please read these carefully before reading. Some of these one shots contain dark themes so please consider the warnings/tags specified. 

1) Madness -Admiring your girlfriend tied up, blindfolded and waiting eagerly for you to play with the new nipple clamps adorning her body, has only one thing filling your mind: how to drive her mad with your touch, how to engrave the feeling of your tantalising lips, teasing fingers and torturous tongue in her mind for weeks. (Dom Reader X Sub Wanda)

Madness G!P Reader Version

2) Pumpkin Carving: Carving a pumpkin with your girlfriend was supposed to be a fun and easy task, well, that was until you got distracted by the sight of her toned arms and her seductive hands, unable to stop your thoughts from remembering how her fingers felt deep inside you. (Dom Natasha X Sub Reader) 

3) Trick Or Treat: Knocking on your neighbours door, you were hoping to receive a ‘treat’ from the older woman before her husband and children came back from their trick or treating trip. (Milf Wanda X Reader) 

4) What’s Your Favourite Scary Movie?: Whilst on the phone to your girlfriend, the conversation starts off innocently with favourite horror films before escalating down a more sinful path. You tell her how you wish she could be here with you, unaware of the small camera she had hidden in your room, watching as she guides you slide your hands under your panties. (Dark Natasha X Reader) 

5) The Devil Made Me Do It: After an unusual dream and the darkhold corrupting her mind, Wanda can’t help but look over at your form, soundly asleep, and wanting to make that dream a reality. (Dark Wanda X Reader) 

6) I Promise I Won’t Bite: Ending up in the Maximoff-Romanoff Mansion, you can’t help but be nervous in the presence of both powerful women. Wanda assures you that you had nothing to fear, that she wouldn’t bite, but the same couldn’t be said for her wife, Natasha, who’s smirk showed off her subtle fangs, desire evident in her lustful gaze. (Vampire WandaNat X Reader) 

7) One Day A Year: A girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girl can say anything about it. Whilst at a party with your two girlfriends, dressed up in your sinful costumes, the three of you find yourself on the sofa with a blanket over you laps, the two women intending to take advantage of the privacy and how drunk everyone else was, too distracted to notice how your cheeks flushed with arousal. (WandaNat X Reader) 

I have not finished writing all of these so I’m not sure what the upload structure will be like. My plan is to post the first fic on Friday and hopefully write the rest of them so I have them all finished by Halloween! (If not I will still write them and just post them as soon as they’re written) 

Let me know which chapters you’re most looking forward to! I hope you all enjoy <3 

[nikssm]

me when the person i searched up has almost no fics:

[hellokittyyyysblog]

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓂𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒

Pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

Summary: A slow morning with Natasha ends with a surpising twist.

Warnings: smut

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The early morning light streamed softly through the gauzy curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. You stirred slightly, the faint weight of sleep still lingering as you slowly opened your eyes—your head nestled on Natasha's chest. The rhythm of her breathing—steady and hypnotic, lulled you into a deeper sense of calm. Her arm was draped around you, soft yet firm, keeping you in place—not like you were planning to move anytime soon, anyway.

As you lay there, the world outside began its slow awakening, but within the room, time seemed suspended. The soft rustling of the curtains in the faint morning breeze mingled with the gentle hum of Natasha's breath, bringing goosebumps on your bare skin.

Your mind wandered through the delicate intricacies of the moment, savoring every detail—you wanted it to last forever.

Natasha, the woman who faces the world with unyielding resilience, who stands tall in the face of adversity, now lies here beside you, her guard lowered, her essence laid bare. It’s a sight that humbles you, fills you with an overwhelming sense of gratitude and wonder.

You cherished these rare moments when the weight of Natasha's usual obligations and responsibilities melted away, allowing you both to simply lie in bed together. She was often engrossed in training new recruits or whisked away on clandestine missions across the globe, while your own demanding work kept you occupied.

Over the past seven years of your relationship, this routine had become familiar, even though it wasn't without its challenges initially. Yet now, as you lay enveloped in her embrace, nothing mattered anymore, nothing but her.

The light played upon her features, casting soft shadows that accentuated the peacefulness of her expression.

The graceful curve of her collarbone emerges from the delicate neckline of the sheets, a gentle slope that leads your eyes to the subtle hollow at the base of her throat. You trace the line of her jaw with your eyes, noting the elegant precision of its angle, the way it frames her face with an understated strength.

Every detail of her is etched into your mind, an intricate tapestry of impressions that you find yourself constantly unraveling. You can't get enough of her—the way her hair falls in loose tendrils across the pillow, the gentle flutter of her eyelids as she dreams, the almost imperceptible curve of her lips that hints at contentment. She looks so peaceful, so soft, so utterly yours in this moment—that it almost feels like a dream.

There’s a profound intimacy in watching her like this, an almost sacred act of witnessing her in her most unguarded state. It’s as if the universe has conspired to give you this moment, this perfect slice of time where everything else fades away, leaving only the two of you in the quiet aftermath of night.

Every fiber of your being yearned for her. The desire to kiss her overwhelmed you, ached within you, begging for release. She was right there, so close—and your longing felt like a physical ache, a visceral need. You wanted her to feel how deeply you adored everything about her.

"I can feel you staring" Natasha's voice broke the silence, low and teasing—her voice warm and husky with sleep; whilst her lips curved into a small smile even with her eyes still closed.

Caught, you smile back, your fingers absently tracing circles on her skin. "How could I not? You're breathtaking, even when you’re just waking up"

Her eyes open, a glint of amusement and something deeper shining through the green. "Flattery will get you nowhere" she murmurs, her fingers playing with a strand of your hair.

You chuckle softly, the sound vibrating through the tranquil morning air. "Good, because I intend to stay right here."

"Well, aren't you sweet this morning?"

You lean in and press a gentle kiss to her lips. "I can't help it" you say, your voice filled with affection. "You make me feel this way."

She laughs softly, her fingers brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. "I guess I'm doing something right then"

"You're doing everything right" you assure her, your voice sincere, filled with love and admiration for the woman lying in front of you.

Natasha raises an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a smirk. "And here I thought you were just using me for my bed"

You laugh, the sound mingling with the quiet morning. "Well, your bed is quite comfortable. But I think I prefer the company and….the orgasms" you said as a soft grin appeared on your face.

"Smooth" she says, her hand slipping down to your back, tracing patterns on your bare skin.

Her smile softens, a hint of something more serious in her eyes. "Morning" you murmur as you move to lie on top of her.

“Morning detka” she says kissing your forehead.

"Hmm, how about we spend the day in bed?" you say placing small kisses on her neck.

She rolls her eyes, but the smile on her lips betrays her amusement. "As tempting as that sounds, im not spending New Year’s Eve in bed”

You nuzzle into her neck, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. "Fine, fine. But you can't blame a woman for trying."

"I suppose not"

You shift slightly, your fingers playing with the edge of the sheet. "You know, I think I might just stay in bed all day. I have everything I need right here."

Natasha arches an eyebrow, her smirk widening. "Oh? And what exactly do you need?"

"Well, there's the bed, of course. And the pillows. And this incredibly attractive woman lying under me."

Natasha laughs, her eyes sparkling. "You're such a flirt"

You lean in, brushing your lips against hers. "Can you blame me?"

As you pull back, you notice Natasha's gaze lingering on you, her expression growing more intense. Her eyes trace the contours of your face with an unreadable emotion, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

"Stop looking at me like that"

Natasha's lips curl into a slow smile, her gaze never wavering. "Oh, so you're allowed to watch me sleep like a creep, but I can't?"

You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks, but you laugh it off. “Touché” you said before pulling her closer, your lips finding hers in a soft, lingering kiss.

Her hands, which had been at your sides, impatiently find their way back to your hair, pulling you further into the kiss—Your lips entwined in such a frenzy that escalated with each passing moment, harder with each kiss, as if time itself was slipping away.

It was the kind of kiss that stirs up a desire to go a little crazy—one that tells you to let go of control, of cold reason, and succumb to the moment. She was warm and soft against you—yet demanding, and her hunger matched yours with an eager tongue, a flame that set your core ablaze and made your head dizzy, that twisted your stomach into a messy tangle of butterflies.

She pulls back, resting her forehead against yours, her hand finding yours and intertwining your fingers.

"You okay?" you ask—your brow furrowing with concern.

She hesitates, then nods. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking."

"About what?" you press gently, sensing there's more she wants to say.

She takes a deep breath, her gaze shifting away from you. "About us"

Your heart races, wondering where this conversation is headed. "Yeah? what about us?"

"It's just...sometimes I worry."

You lift your head to look at her more closely. "Worry about what?"

She looks back at you, her eyes filled with a mix of love and uncertainty. "I've spent so much of my life on the run, always looking over my shoulder, always fighting. With you, I've found something I never thought I'd have—a sense of peace, of home. And that scares me."

You feel a lump forming in your throat, the gravity of her words sinking in. "You're everything to me" you whisper, your voice filled with sincerity. "And I'll always fight for us. No matter what."

She takes a deep breath, her eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken. "I need to know that you're as committed to this—to us, as I am."

“I am” you say with a loving smile “I’ve been for the past seven years.”

Your heart pounds as she reaches over to the nightstand—she retrieves a small object, keeping it hidden in her hand, a small almost shy smile painting her lips.

"What is it, Natty?"

She bites her lip, a rare sign of vulnerability. "I... I've been thinking a lot lately about what I want for my future. About what we want."

You nod—confused, encouraging her to continue. "And what do you want?"

She takes another deep breath, her eyes searching yours with a mixture of fear and hope. Your eyes widen as she holds out her hand, revealing a simple, elegant ring. The sight of it takes your breath away, and you can see the raw emotion in her gaze.

"Marry me" she says, her voice cracking with emotion. "I need to know that you’ll be with me, always"

For a moment, time seems to stand still.

The world around you fades away, and all you can see is Natasha, her eyes filled with love and vulnerability. You feel a rush of emotions, your heart swelling with an overwhelming sense of joy.

Tears well up in your eyes, and you nod, unable to speak for a moment.

“Is that supposed to be a yes?”

"Yes, Natasha,yes, yes a hundred times” you say as you pull her into a tight embrace, both of you laughing and crying at the same time. In that moment, everything feels perfect. The past doesn't matter, and the future is full of promise.

A radiant smile spreads across her face, and you can see the relief and happiness in her eyes. She slips the ring onto your finger with shaky hands, and you both laugh softly at the shared nerves and excitement.

“Romanoff, huh?” she murmurs, her fingers tracing circles on your hips.

You blink, your mind still a little hazy from the intensity of the momen. “What do you mean?” you ask, genuinely puzzled.

Natasha's smile widens, and she gives a soft, teasing laugh. “Oh, you didn’t catch that, did you?” she says, her voice dripping with amusement. “We did just get engaged, after all. Or did you forget already?”

Your heart skips a beat as realization dawns on you. The ring on your finger glints in the morning light, a tangible reminder of the life-changing question she asked you just moments ago. You’re engaged to Natasha Romanoff.

“I… well, I guess I’m still processing” you stammer, feeling a mix of excitement and disbelief. “You just asked me to marry you”

Natasha chuckles, her hands sliding up to rest on your waist. “And you said yes” she points out, her eyes twinkling. “So, technically, that makes you the future Mrs. Romanoff.”

You laugh, the sound bubbling up from deep within you. “I kind of like the sound of that” you admit, feeling a blush spread across your cheeks.

“Good” Natasha says, her voice dropping to a low, intimate whisper. “Because I love the sound of it.”

You roll your eyes playfully, but you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips.

You grin, leaning in to press a kiss to her neck.

Natasha's fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "And…" she begins, her voice filled with playful affection, "I'm going to have to start calling you Mrs. Romanoff now."

You chuckle, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. "I suppose you will" you reply, your voice teasing.

Natasha smirks, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I think I'll enjoy that" she says, her fingers brushing against your lips. "Especially since it means you're all mine."

"Oh, is that how it works?" you tease back. "You put a ring on my finger and suddenly you own me?"

"Absolutely" she says with a mocking grin, leaning in to press a kiss to your neck.

"You belong to me now."

You laugh, the sound filled with joy. "Is that so? And what if I have some ideas of my own about who belongs to whom?"

Natasha raises an eyebrow, her smile widening. "Oh really? Do tell detka"

You lean in, your voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Maybe I want to hear you call me by your last name again. Maybe I want to remind you exactly who you're marrying."

Natasha's eyes darken with desire, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Well, Mrs. Romanoff, you have my full attention"

Your heart skips a beat at the sound of your new name on her lips, and you can't help but grin. "Good" you say, your voice filled with satisfaction—"Because I plan to keep it."

Natasha laughs softly, her breath hot against your skin. "I wouldn't have it any other way" she murmurs, her lips trailing down your neck.

“So, Mrs. Romanoff” she begins, her eyes glinting with mischief, “what’s on the agenda for our first day as an engaged couple?”

You laugh, shaking your head at her playful tone. “Well, I suppose we could start with breakfast” you suggest, your fingers tracing idle patterns on her soft bare skin.

Natasha grins, her hands slipping down to rest on your hips. “Breakfast sounds good” she agrees. “But I have a better idea.”

“Oh? what’s that?”

She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, “How about we stay in bed a little longer? I think we have some celebrating to do.”

You shiver at her words, a thrill running through you. “Celebrating, huh?” you murmur, your voice filled with anticipation.

Natasha's smirk widens, her fingers trailing up your arm with a featherlight touch as she nods.

You feel a shiver run down your spine at her words, your breath catching slightly. "I think I like the sound of that."

"I thought you might"

You can't help but laugh softly, your heart pounding with anticipation. "You know, I think you enjoy teasing me a little too much."

Natasha pulls back slightly, her eyes gleaming with playful intent. "Oh, you have no idea" she murmurs, her fingers dancing along your collarbone, sending shivers through your body.

You bite your lip, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. "Well, two can play at that game."

Natasha arches an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh, really?"

You lean in closer, your lips hovering just inches from hers. "Maybe I have a few tricks of my own that you still haven’t seen"

Her eyes darken with desire, her breath hitching slightly. "I'd like to see you try" she challenges, her voice a husky whisper.

You close the distance between you, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss. Natasha responds eagerly, her hands roaming your back, pulling you closer.

Gentle kisses become more irresistible as she makes her way further up your neck. Your fingers lace through her hair as she flips your positions— your back making contact with the soft sheets.

You feel your breath hitch as her lips trail down your neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. "Natasha" you breathe, your hands threading through her hair.

She looks up at you, her eyes filled with desire. "Yes, Mrs. Romanoff?" she teases, her voice a seductive purr.

"I love you"

"I love you—so much" she murmurs as her lips capture yours in a deep, passionate kiss.

Her touch is so light, it's as if she's barely doing anything, but the fire that ignites inside you as her skin touches yours begs her to continue. She leaves soft kisses all over your chest, slowly moving downward.

As she makes her way lower, the anticipation builds, every kiss sending waves of electricity through your body.

When her lips finally reach your inner thigh, she pauses, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Natasha" you moan, your hands gripping at her hair—"Please" you whisper, your voice filled with need.

Natasha looks up at you, her eyes dark with desire. "Please what?" she teases, her fingers trailing lightly over your skin.

"Please, don't stop" you beg, your voice barely audible.

She smiles, her lips brushing against your skin. "I’m not planning to, love"

As she begins to tease and torment you, your mind goes blank, consumed by the sensations she's creating. Every touch, every kiss drives you closer to the edge, and you can feel yourself spiraling out of control.

"You look so beautiful like this" she whispers, her breath hot against your skin.

You bite your lip, your fingers tangling in the sheets. "Nat..."

Her smile is both wicked and tender as she places a soft kiss over your clit, so lightly it's as if she's barely touching you. The fire that ignites inside as her skin meets yours is overwhelming, every nerve ending crying out for more.

"Be patient" she murmurs, her hand pressing down on your stomach until your back is flat against the bed.

"Natty” you whisper, your voice trembling with need.

She chuckles softly, a low, sultry sound that only heightens your desire. "So eager” she teases, her tongue running back and forth over your clit, working up a rhythm that sends sparks shooting through ur body.

Her hands grip your thighs, holding you firmly in place as she increases the pressure, each stroke over you sending you closer and closer to the edge. Your hands clutch the sheets, your mind spinning with the sensations she's drawing out of you.

"Oh god" you gasp, your hips bucking against her mouth.

Natasha's grip tightens, keeping you anchored as she continues to give you pleasure—her tongue and lips moving with an expertise that leaves you breathless. The rhythm she sets is unrelenting, each flick of her tongue pushing you higher and higher, sending your mind into orbit.

"Natasha" you moan, your voice breaking with the intensity of your need.

She hums against you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body.

Her eyes lock onto yours, a silent command to hold on just a little longer.

You can feel the tension building, the pressure mounting until it feels like you might shatter.

With a final, deft flick of her tongue, you're pushed over the edge, a cry of ecstasy tearing from your throat as you come undone beneath her. The world dissolves into a haze of pleasure, every muscle in your body tensing and then releasing in a wave of bliss.

Natasha continues to kiss you gently, guiding you through the aftershocks with a tenderness that makes your heart swell. When you finally come back down, she moves back up your body, pressing soft kisses to your skin.

"Perfect" she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "You're perfect."

You smile up at her, feeling your heart swell with love. "You always know what to say to make me melt" you tease, running your fingers through her hair.

"Well, it’s true. You are perfect."

You laugh softly, feeling a warm blush spread across your cheeks. "You’re not too bad yourself, Romanoff."

She raises an eyebrow, a playful challenge in her eyes. "Not too bad? I think I deserve better than that."

You smirk, your fingers tracing patterns on her skin. "Oh, you definitely do."

With a sudden burst of energy, you switch positions again, straddling her waist. "My turn" you say with a teasing smile, your hands resting on her shoulders as you lean in to capture her lips in a loving kiss.

As the kiss deepens, you feel a sense of contentment wash over you. This is where you’re meant to be – with Natasha, by your side, as long as your heartbeat ceased to exist.

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Note:

hello dears!

I stumbled upon this piece in my drafts and loved it so much that I just had to share it with you all! It's a bit different from my usual work because it's my first time writing smut. I hope you enjoy it, because I wasn’t that sure about publishing it…

On another note, I've been hard at work on the next chapter of "Love on the Brain." I know you've been eagerly waiting for it, and I aim to have it ready by next week. However, I also have to study for my last exam, so I appreciate your patience and understanding. ♡

xx

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Tony, to Carol: Who made you boss of this team?

Carol: You did. You said that I should be the boss.

Natasha: And then you said “Let’s vote” and it was unanimous.

Clint: You even made her a little plaque that says “Boss of Us”.

Tony: Valid points...

[fandomnerd9602]

Vampire!Natasha saunters up to Y/N…

Natasha: are you going to be good, malysh?

Y/N: of course. Anything for my mistress

Y/N exposes their neck…

Natasha gets close and kisses it tenderly…

Natasha: thank you but all I want right now is your love

Natasha pulls them close and kisses them, gently caressing her human lover…

[swaqcenix]

Vampire!natasha ripping off reader's underwear with her strength while she presses her thigh into their bare core. Except when the reader tries to move for friction, she bites down on the reader's neck making them bleed before sucking up the blood. Because according to Natasha there's one rule she has..

Natasha: "Oh darling, all's fair in love and war. Beside's I don't play fair.."

(I'm completely normal.)

[ahhhwomen]

How did R’s react when he ate sweets for the first time and how did Natasha and Wanda react?

a/n: I am very close to calling this its own chapter given the fact that it is 4.5k and I lost my mind trying to write it. Is it good? I don't know. Did I proff read it? Fuck no, I'm over this shit. Anyway, enjoy the girlie's first kiss ig.

Contains slight spoilers for unreleased chapters of Vampire Empire

Warning: Implied force-feeding, talk of vomit, food anxiety, gay simps

The goop inside your bowl is scarcely edible.

At least that’s what you think, not that it matters, you don’t have opinions.

Half of it clings to the sides of your bowl, strangely solid yet somehow entirely liquid, the other half of the sustenance is spilled and hanging off the bent metal´s side. The closer it gets to midnight, the worse it looks.

A whimper echoes against hollow walls and joins the wails of fellow prisoners as the shattering pain inside your jaw bares its ugly teeth at the thought of creaking itself open for the sludge that could be mistaken for concrete.

In the first few hours, it had a color close to desirable. Now, the color reminds you more of the ground stained with your bodily fluids, because much like your blood, dried grab slathers itself against the cold outside of your bowl.

Picture perfect representation of your life story: desired, if only for a moment.

The scarce portion left on the inside is like a heap of coagulated blood, it jiggles and splatters against the metal beside your cracked hands. You could almost swear it has a pulse of its own. Gasping for the same chilled air that burns your lungs, the traumatizing, grey, something, moves up and down- breathing.

Footsteps of a handler emit in the empty air, heavy like the raging rain, the clash of his boots forces you to move faster. Much like a hurt deer, you drag your body across the ground until you are close enough to grasp the cool metal and force its insides down your closing throat.

Your broken jaw shrieks and cracks as you use both your hands to split it open with a sickening crunch.

If only they cut away your sense of smell too, that way you might not gag as much while the thick liquid, with the stench of a dead body, gurgles itself down your throat. It's like swallowing a handful of sand mixed with the guts of a diseased fish.

At this point, starving yourself would be the better option, but there was no point. Unless you wanted a tube stuck down your throat tonight, you would have to stomach it yet another day.

Manicured nails wrap around the delicate throat of a wine glass. Red liquid, which will never quench her thirst, swirls gently as she rotates her wrist in a circular motion. The glass is chilled and smooth against her fingertips, a soothing distraction from her twisting thoughts.

It's almost humorous, most would be concerned if their pet didn’t eat, yet here she was, concerned that you did.

A frustrated sigh builds within her, crawling up her stomach until she has to fight the air she breathes, in an attempt to not startle you as you rest beside her outstretched feet. It's not that she wasn’t happy you ate her food, or that your lack of pickiness angered her, it was just weird.

No matter what she put in front of you, you would eat it but rarely look like you enjoyed it. Even the most lavish of meals would be regarded with horribly hidden cringing. With a sigh, Wanda leans forward slightly, being extra careful not to disturb you as she changes her position, she rests her elbow on the plush cushion to her left and mulls it over.

There had been multiple instances where you would end up serving the food right back up again after finally getting it down, a clear sign that you either didn’t like it or ate too much of it.

A frown settles over stern features at the memories.

Even after you would throw up, you would attempt to consume it again with a grim expression adoring your pale features. Luckily Wanda was always there to remove it before you could try a second time, but then you would look like a scolded child and hide yourself away for the rest of the day.

It's as if the very idea of leaving the damn food alone gave you a whole crisis.

So, that’s how she finds herself now, in dire need of a solution as your weight has been dropping rapidly due to the reverse your stomach so often does. She needs to find a way to make you understand that it's okay to dislike something and that it's also okay to express pleasure for certain foods.

With a huff, Wanda continues to swirl her wine gently, it swishes against the sides and glides into thick droplets before merging itself back into its voluminous state. The irony isn’t lost on the older redhead, she supposes it’s slightly amusing that the only drink she deems worthy of her time resembles her most addictive poison.

Drifting her gaze over to your sleeping form she can’t help but admire your neck for a moment, the smooth skin jumping up and down with the quirk of your sensitive pulse. Your vein is so close to her, ready at her disposal. Of course, she would never bite you, not until you were ready, yet she couldn’t help but fantasize every now and then…

Your heady taste coating her tongue and throat, Wanda inhales deeply as she watches you sleep, your scent burns like sweet bourbon. Much like your smell, she imagines your taste would be similar; rich, and sweet… Sweet.

Wanda almost has to refrain from an incredulous laugh as the thought strikes her like lightning, the most obvious choice of them all; sweets.

However, even with such a lethal weapon up her sleeve, there were still certain challenges that would follow.

Due to her preference for keeping your diet strict and healthy, she imagined you were quite unfamiliar with the concept of anything remotely sweet. She would have to do this carefully, not wanting food to become a point of stress for you, more than it already was, she needed to introduce the new taste with something you are familiar with.

Twirling the glass around Wanda stared down at the deep red in thought, her knitted sweater irked her slightly as it slid across her skin, following her motions. With a huff, she took a sip of her fruity wine, as it lathered itself against her tastebuds, a bolt struck her for the second time that night.

Fruits.

Wanda had seen Natasha attempt to introduce you to the foreign concept before. And though it ended with a rather grumpy you after Natasha tricked you into trying a lemon, you had seemed… happier with the simplicity of it rather than your dinners.

To be fair Natasha had only managed to convince you to try the simplest and most universal fruits, such as bananas and apples, and of course, that lemon- but that one also set Natasha’s progress back by a week as you refused to try anything else she offered you.

Wanda’s eyebrows knit as she thinks it over… so you do know how to deny food?

Then how come every time Wanda served you breakfast or dinner you would eat until you threw up?

Amid her deep loophole of theories, a cramp hit Wanda’s leg, unconsciously she moved it slightly to the left, toward you. It wasn’t until she watched your sleeping form arch away from her by instinct that she realized you truly don’t trust Wanda. At least not the way you do Natasha.

She really shouldn’t be surprised.. she had seen it endless times by now, but the idea that you would push your body to such lengths because of her was more devastating than she could ever imagine.

It pained her to think that you deemed force-feeding yourself the lesser evil of the situation.

Yet, that would have to be a problem to punish her mind with at a later date, the important thing now was to help bring stability to your life and diet. Even if you don’t trust her, you do seem to have some resemblance of trust toward Natasha, or well, at least after she swore never to trick you again, you do.

And though she can use that to her advantage, it doesn’t give an immediate resolution; Natasha was scarcely home before your bedtime and wouldn’t be able to serve you your breakfast or dinner, and it was important to Wanda that the routine they had built for you stayed solid as sudden change had caused quite a few mishaps in the past.

So, as the businesswoman Wanda is, she starts mentally preparing a game plan for tonight and sends a quick text to Natasha, asking her to pick up a little something before returning home.

If this worked in her favor, it could strengthen your trust in her, which would in return at least start the path to recover some of your weight.

A few hours later, you and Wanda had long since abandoned your napping spots on the couch in favor of slipping into your own corners of the house. The older woman in her office and you, most likely, under a piece of tucked away furniture where you knew you wouldn’t be disturbed.

The door opens with a silent twist of the expensive, vintage, handle. Natasha cringes as her boots drag across the carpet, she had warned Wanda against installing it right next to the main door, but her wife wasn’t easily persuaded. Sure enough, as soil splatters itself in distinctive Natasha-pressed footprints, Natasha knows she will be in trouble in about ten seconds.

1…

Nat discards her dirty work shoes on the little shelf to her left, leaving another muddy print on the metal.

2…

Fixing the grocery bag around her shoulder Natasha wonders what wicked plan Wanda has planned for the three of you tonight.

3…

The older redhead didn’t have to tell her wife that she was hashing out a plan, Natasha could figure it out just due to one of the items she was instructed to buy.

4…

It’s not as if her wife doesn’t like this item, it’s just that she never really requests it, and least of all so late and out of the blue.

5… 6… 7…

As the seconds tick by without a single sound from her wife, Natasha gets a little confused. Usually, Wanda would always be there to welcome her home and reprimand her for bringing in her dirty shoes.

8… 9…

Today, however, it seems her wife must be preoccupied with her little plan.

10.

“What have I told you about bringing your dirty shoes inside?”

Natasha almost jumps out of her skin when she feels the words breathe down her neck. Turning around in a millisecond, she sees Wanda smirk at her while she leans against the door.

“Jesus Wanda, you really have to stop doing that! One day I am going to have a heart attack!” Rich laughter travels through Natasha’s ears as Wanda sinks deeper against the door in her fit of indulgent giggles while she shakes her head at her wife’s spooked expression.  

Pushing herself away from the expensive oak, she slides her hands around her wife’s waist and nuzzles into Natasha’s neck, mouthing the words against her, “Darling, you don’t have a heart.” Natasha huffs but leans her head more to the left, giving Wanda space to kiss and bite as she sees fit.

“Not true…” The younger redhead mumbles it mostly to herself and Wanda simply hums against her as she drags the point of her canines slowly down from beneath Nat´s ear and down to her thoracic outlet.

Red, angry, lines form as she can’t help but add a little pressure behind the drag, feeling Nat’s pulse jump and hammer right beneath her tongue. Barley refraining from sinking her teeth in, Wanda releases Natasha with a sigh and one last kiss to the junction between her neck and shoulder.

Natasha attempts to lean back in hopes of gaining contact again, but there is no point. Before she can even blink, Wanda is halfway across the hallway, holding the bag Nat just had within her grasp.

“Not fair.” The younger woman whispers to herself and pretends not to see the smirk her wife sends her way.

Dark red heels click against the marble flooring as the rustle of plastic echoes within their space, “Find kitten and bring her to the living room, please.” The plea is more for show than anything, Wanda is more than aware that her wife can’t say no to her.

The grumbled, “Yes, ma’am”, is ignored as Wanda has already made her way out of sight before Natasha can get the words out.

With a huff and a quick check of her watch, Natasha makes her way upstairs to find the little culprit.

If anyone were to ask you, you would say Natasha Romanoff was a witch.

It’s the only palpable explanation as to how she always knows where you are, at least that’s what you think as you can hear her knock on the dresser you were napping under.

The bone knocks against the wood in a ticking manner, one knock, two knocks, and at last a rasp against the oak as she lets her hand drag across the dresser. It’s a heavy yet light sound that calls out to you as you are tempted to peek your head out and question her on her witch-like abilities.

You refrain from doing so and for a moment your body is unsure whether to be impressed or panicked at how easily she can predict you.

The cold floor beneath the dresser is tempting to melt into and never return from as you can hear her light steps drag across the floor beside you, any second now you know you will see her eyes look right through the darkness and find their resting place on you.  

Facing the world wasn’t something you wanted to do at this moment.

And yet, it never comes…

When you turn your head and expect to see cat-like eyes staring back at you from outside the dark corners surrounding you, you are surprised to instead see her sock-clad feet with strange plastic eyes plastered onto them.

The little black pupils rattle against her movements as she curls her feet in a manner that makes the strange sock creature look as if it’s been caught and feels guilty. It looks a little silly and you honestly don’t know how to react to the absurdity of it, so without realizing it a sweet giggle slips out before you can stop it.

Oh no…

When the realization of what you have just done settles within your storming thoughts you have half the mind to slap your hand across your mouth and pray that the older woman didn’t hear it, but as you hear a pleased huff of breath above you, you know you have been caught.

Natasha kneels down until she can peek under the dresser to where your scared eyes study her. She knew to keep her reactions to a minimum, but as soon as she heard your gleeful expression, Natasha had to use every ounce of willpower not to coo.

“Hey baby,” Nat smiles at you as you bite your lip, unsure of her reaction to your slip of judgment, you hold back the pleased grumble building within your chest at her smooth tone.

It ends up being one hell of a task to get you out of there, Natasha has to swear up and down that, your little slip-up didn’t anger her, and then she has to spend the next ten minutes waiting for you to peak your head out.

But, after a bit of coaxing, Natasha can hear your palms lightly slap against the flooring as you follow her a few steps behind. The dig of the wood beneath her feet lets her know that they should invest in some more carpets, or perhaps mats, as this could surely not be good for your weak joints.

The redhead walks in a leisurely stroll, letting you stay close yet still have the desired distance as you pitter-patter behind her.

When the plush carpet molds itself to her stance, Natasha’s movements come to a halt. She stops short of the couch, watching her wife sit in a rather relaxed pose. With her hands stretched out at the top of the cushions, she sits with her chin held high and her rump sunken low.

Natasha almost snickers at her wife’s overly dominant presence, but something about the look in Wanda’s eyes tells her to sit this one out and wait for further instructions.

Wanda observes the both of you as you present yourselves before her watchful eyes. You stay low, crawling forward just enough to satisfy the scary lady. The older redhead’s skin itches with the need to smirk as you crawl toward the both of them, something primal within her, pleased.

Humming, to soothe both her wife and you, Wanda directs her attention to Natasha as her wife waits for an explanation.

She wants to drag it out and make Nat guess as much as you will have to.

This will be a game of trust after all. The need to tease her wife is strong, so, Wanda does as she pleases.

Lifting her pointer, she waves it around in the air for a moment, building a little suspense as the whirlwind swirls around her aura, and then she points over to the living room table.

Atop the table is a plate of sliced apples covered in chocolate, placed deliberately outside of your view.

As Natasha directs her sight to whatever it is Wanda is showing off, you can’t help but try and sneak in a peak yourself. However, much to your disappointment, the item, or whatever it is, is sat just high enough on the table to where you can’t see from your kneeled-down position.

Someone may call you paranoid, but to you, it all seems awfully intentional on the clan leader’s end.

The waving pointer is redirected to you as Natasha smirks for whatever reason while she turns back toward her wife. With a pleasant, and a little scary, smile, Wanda eases your tension as she tilts her head to the side in adoration before ordering her wife to, “Give her a taste, darling.”

Your eyes travel up to the redhead beside you as she moves away for a moment only to return with a platter with some sort of brown rocks on top of it. They make a strange crackling noise as Natasha places it down on the small table in front of the both of you.

Then, a hand comes into view as Natasha heeds her wife’s commands.

Pale, cold, fingertips are wrapped around the strange item that you figure must be some sort of food given the clan leader’s figure of speech, but you aren’t entirely convinced as you view it with uncertainty.

However, the fight is futile as you look up to the tall redhead in questioning hesitance, she smiles gently and as much as it annoys you, you are what the two older women have previously referred to as a “goner”.

Taking a hesitant bite, the crunch of the apple is slightly muted by the strange crackling layer of chocolate. It takes a few bites before the flavor hits you. Chewing slowly, it lies bare for your raw tastebuds to reap, gliding and emerging with your senses.

As your jaw creaks in displeasure, you focus on the heaviness of the treat.

It’s rich at first, almost overwhelming you with its sweetness. It reminds you of wintertime when the bakery just a few streets down from the shelter would emit the most beautiful of smells. It brings you back to the cold nights when you would lay, naked and bruised, beneath your red lamp and envision yourself inside the bakery. Stuffing your face with whatever you might desire.

Weak bones fight themselves as you gorge on the sugary addiction, it sticks to your gums and sneaks its way into the most stubborn corners of your teeth, making a distinctive smacking noise as you bite down repeatedly.

Then the flavor settles, it’s a more muted and pleasantly balanced mix of delightful, creamy, sugar and slightly sour apple. Your jaw works deftly, moving up and down in an unsure manner.

It tastes… good.

It tastes wonderful.

Amazing even.

Perhaps the best thing you have ever eaten. Which all makes you feel like a fool…

It tastes like everything you were ever denied.

Therefore, you sit and wait.

While Natasha and Wanda sit before you with bated breaths, slightly confused by your lack of reaction, you just look at them with beady eyes filled with… betrayal?

It cuts deep, as if your emotions slice through any physical or emotional armor that may surround the two not-so-human creatures. Pain oozes inside their slowly beating hearts as the ice perishes and hot molten burns through their veins until horror takes place.

Wanda is on the ground in front of you before you can even blink.

“Oh, baby…” She leans forward, shifting her weight onto her palms as she rests them beside her bent knees, lowering her torso toward the wooden floor as she crawls toward you. Her shirt rolls up at the action, untucking itself and riding up her back until a sliver of pale flesh showcases itself, but she doesn’t care, instead, she keeps going, slowly.

You tense at the movement, unsure of yourself, you cower away from her, for every inch she advances, you slither back. Deep down you know Wanda would never hurt you, but you also know that if she ever were to desire your misery; she would be far worse than Master.

Calm eyes track your motions as you crawl away from her in a rather desperate fashion, the fact that it does not seem to deter her from getting any closer makes the panic, creeping up your throat, raw and painful as the taste of acid coats itself over sensitive tastebuds.

Sensing your oncoming panic, Wanda stops, for the time being, sitting back on her heels, she makes a show of resting her hands on top of her thighs. Her fingers glide over the material of her fancy-dress pants silently, the ruffles and stretching of the material calm you for a reason you cannot explain.

Little confused, wooden tiles burrow into you as you settle your rump down against them, letting the anxiety simmer and calm before seeking eye contact in an uncertain question. Your head tilting slightly to the left, you wait for her to illuminate her sudden display of surrender and levelheaded dominance.

Perhaps she just wanted first-row seats to your pathetic reaction.

Whatever they put in the dessert is sure to kick in soon.

“Ah…” Wanda hums as she views your saddened eyes up close.

“Natasha. Hand me that would you?” Natasha, who had been sitting rather shell-shocked for the past few moments as her wife hunted you down, shakes it off and tilts her head in confusion for a moment before realization settles in.

With a huff, something mixed with relief and disbelief, Natasha hands over the half-eaten chocolate-covered apple slice that had just been fed to you.

The half-melted chocolate covers the expanses of Wanda’s fingertips as she holds it out for you to see. Then, before you can get nervous about having to eat another piece, it disappears as Wanda puts it in her own mouth instead.

For a moment after you just stare.

Watching as her jaw works before your very eyes, you still can’t help but wait for a sudden change, a frown to deepen, or a foul sound as the flavor takes over the older woman’s senses.

Yet, it never comes.

Small crinkles form around Wanda’s eyes as she chews, they move up and down, changing together with her muscle’s expansion and retraction. They stay consistent with every motion, never faltering in its path.

Like tiny wrinkles on a sheet of paper, it smoothens once she finishes her piece. Letting out a pleased sigh as she does so, clearly delighted by the sweet treat.

And like the snapping apple piece.

You break.

It’s like raindrops against a windshield, almost a question of what tears will win as riveting streams trickle down your chin at an alarming rate. It’s nothing like the few traitorous tears that the redheads have been privy to, no it’s like a raging storm as you hiccup in sorrow at the prospect of respect.

At the sight, Natasha draws in a weary hiss, yet Wanda doesn’t seem to change much at all.

There is no pity in her eyes while she closes in, only determination as she slides another apple piece halfway inside her own mouth and lessens the distance. Too distracted by your own sudden outburst, you don’t even realize what is happening until chocolate grazes your lips as the redhead waits for permission while resting her lips only a few centimeters from your own.

The sudden action shocks you to such degree that you have nodded consent before you understand what that may mean.

Smooth, soft, lips press against your chapped ones, a sweet delight getting slid into your mouth and mixing with the rose that invades your nostrils. A slight string of spit is split between the two of you as Wanda uses her hot tongue to push the piece all the way into your mouth. You both stay like that for a moment, Wanda gazing into your eyes while you stare bashfully into hers.

Yet, just as quick as it happened, it’s gone again… And much to your own surprise, that may be the saddest part of the entire day.

But you can’t be sad for too long as gentle fingers wipe your tears away and a deeper voice asks if you want another piece.

So, this is why the two redheads like kissing so much. You think to yourself as Natasha kisses you with just as much worship as her wife had while the chocolaty goodness seems irrelevant.

They continue it like that back and forth. Wanda gives you one piece, then Natasha, then they share a piece, and so on. It still takes you a while for the tenseness inside your muscles to loosen, but toward the end, you are eager for each piece and wait with impatient eyes as the redheads share some.

It may not have been an immediate fix, but Wanda is more than happy with the result of her little test. For now, Wanda will lessen your portions until you seem happier, and she will have to look out for signs of your dislikes, but if all goes according to plan, with a little help from a secret sugary treat, and maybe a kiss here and there, your trust in her should build to be strong.

Even stronger than Natasha’s if Wanda gets her way.

Which she always does.

[yelenasdiary]

Sppoookkyy season request! I hope this sparks you some inspo or a eureka moment either way I love the way you write!!

Uhm. So Wanda/Natasha/Yelena is secretly vampire and decided to blend in the crowd but hey no worries! They are like not so into human blood and only drinks when necessary (gravely injured). However, it turns out hunters are also out there and they have an encounter, ending in a bloody fight but they manage to barely escape. Reader was on her way home when R saw someone laying on a sidewalk and thought it was over the top holloween gimmick! R then decided to come closer and was startled when she was suddenly on her back, someone on top of her, taking hostage their neck... R ended up nursing the vampire but they wouldn't want to part with R and decided to claim her as theirs.

I hope this is understandable! Hekhek

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Eternity

Pairing: Vampire! Natasha Romanoff x GN! Reader

Summary: On your way home, you stumble across somebody injured, begging for help.

Angst

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Brief mentions of R’s depression, | 1.6K

AC: Thank you for sending this! I hope you enjoy! x 

October Special Masterlist 2024

A faint rustle and the crunch of leaves was all Natasha could hear as she hid in a tree above the hunters who had pierced her ice-cold skin. She watched as they checked in shrubs for any sign of her hiding, not once looking up at the tree line. Although tonight the red head was glad the moonlight was hidden by clouds. 

One arm wrapped around the thick trunk of the tree to keep her from falling, her other handheld the opened wound on her abdomen, they got her good. It took everything in her will power not to sink her teeth into the hunters, if she did, it would only give more reason for the people of Westview to fear her kind. 

“Craig, I think we lost it!” One of the hunters said in defeat. 

“Nah, I got it good, real good” Craig who was wearing a trucker’s hat replied. “It’s gotta be hiding somewhere, come on! Let’s keep pushing” he added to Natasha’s relief. She watched as the two hunters walked further away from her. She waited until she could no longer hear their voices before she carefully made her way back to the ground. 

With each step through the woods, the world blurred around her. The moon light guiding her to a quiet and lonely street as she greeted by the sights of streetlights. She felt the warmth of her blood slipping away, she cursed the hunter under her breath. The world blurred around her before her sight was black and her back hit the hard pavement of the sidewalk. 

Wrapped in a coat that matched your dog’s little coat, you turned the corner with her on a leash. A late-night stroll for the two of you after a long, busy day at work. Your home street was quiet, lit up pumpkins sat on neighbors porches followed by their Halloween decorations, it wasn’t unusual to see some of them going all out for the holiday. As you walked closer towards Anges’s house, you noticed something on the sidewalk. At first you chuckled lightly, “yeah, good idea Aggie, scaring the little ones with a fake dead body” you said to yourself, shaking your head.

As you got close you noticed the figures chest ever so slightly rising and falling, sending your unbothered feeling into great concern. You darted towards the figure, seeing a woman living on the ground with blood covering her left hand.

“Oh my god! Are you okay? Hello? Can you hear me?” You asked in a panic as you fell to your knees beside the unknown woman. She groaned lightly, pushing your hand away from touching her, “its okay, I’m here to help” you added before the woman’s complete stillness shattered and before you could move her eyes shot open. Her right hand taking your neck hostage as she pinned you to the ground in an almost supernatural flash. 

“Who are you?!” The woman demanded as fear filled your eyes. As you looked into her green eyes, you saw she was in more fear for her life than you were. “I’m Y/n, I.. I live three houses down; I can help you! Just please, don’t hurt me” you replied. Your poor dog barking over the top of your voice while her leash was still tangled around your wrist. 

With her body growing weaker and the pain becoming unbearable, you felt her grip on your neck begin to loosen. “I won’t hurt you” she rasped, finally letting go of your neck and moving off your waist. 

“You’re hurt, what happened?” You asked in curiosity while the woman tried her best to return to her feet, your dog still barking at the scene only adding to the red heads stress. “Yuki! Enough” you scolded. 

“Thank you” the woman with green eyes said as you got back on your feet. 

“You’re bleeding, please let me call somebody” you looked up at her, but she shook her head, “you said you live three houses down; do you have a first aid kit?” She asked. 

“Follow me” you instructed. 

You help the stranger to your house, allowing her to lay on your sofa while you fetch the first aid kit, a washcloth and a bow of warm water. Yuki now free from her leash sat on the floor besides the sofa, keeping close to the stranger she was unsure of. 

“This looks pretty bad, what happened?” You asked as you began to gently clean the wound from the blood surrounding it. 

“I just fell in the woods and a stick pierced me” she replied, not for a second did you believe her. “Well, it looks like you’ll need stitches” you said as you took a closer look at the wound. 

“I can’t go to the hospital” she informed you, wincing at the pain when you gently wiped a little blood too close to the opened wound. You would never do this for any stranger but something about the woman lying on your sofa told you that if you bandaged her up and sent her on her way, she might be in more danger. 

“You’re lucky I know how to stitch” you said as you ripped open a sterile gauze and applied some antiseptic to her wound. “Thank you” she complimented. 

“You’re welcome….” You paused, hinting for her to tell you her name. 

“Natasha”

“Natasha, it suits you” you smiled softly as you pressed the gauze against her wound. Natasha winced again, but she didn’t pull away.

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The following days turned into a blur you nursed Natasha back to health. Making sure her wound wasn’t getting infected, you made her food which she would only pick at, you made sure she was warm and comfortable, but she was never warm. Small details about Natasha got you thinking late at night when you were in your own bed, wondering how she even got injured in the first place. 

You weren’t one to believe in witches’ tales but with recent town talk of two hunters claiming they encountered a real vampire only added to your suspicions. She was ice cold, her eyes piercing green, picking at her food, barely drinking anything you would provide her, but it was crazy to think you were nursing a vampire back to health. 

Although you had your concerns, you found yourself enjoying the small talk with her. She told her about her life, and you told her about yours. She saw the sadness in your eyes when you told her about your struggles with living alone and not knowing what more to life there was besides going to work, coming home and only having a small social life. No time for vacation, not enough money flow to build the dream house you have always dreamt about since a young child, you wish for a bigger life. 

As Natasha started to recover, you were hit with the thought of her leaving and how your house would soon become quiet once more, her green eyes never to be seen again, her laugh never to be heard. You thought you were crazy for feeling this form of attachment to the woman who still was somewhat a stranger in your home.

“Can I ask you something that maybe very invasive?” You asked. Natasha chuckled lightly, “depends on how invasive your question is” she replied. 

“Do you have somewhere to go? I mean, when you’re well…. do you have to go?” You asked, your eyes dropping to the glass of water on the coffee table in front of you. 

Natasha took a deep breath in, “you don’t want me around, trust me” she said. You looked up at her once more, “what if I do?” You replied. Nat shook her head, “I don’t think it would be wise for me to stay” 

“Why? Because you’re a vampire?” You asked, the words rushing out of your mouth without a second thought. Natasha’s eyes widened, “how d-did you know?” She questioned.

“You didn’t fall in the woods and get a stab wound like that from a stick, besides, I heard from talk in the town the other day. Some hunters boosting about encountering a vampire…at first I didn’t believe but you barely eat the food I make, you’re never warm and I’ve never seen anybody with eyes like yours” you explained. 

“You’re not scared?” Natasha wondered. 

“I think if you were to kill me…you would’ve already done that” 

Natasha smiled softly, “I wish I met you in pass life, not everybody is so calm and collected as you” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle, “I am not collected, look at my life…I’m like robot”

Natasha sat up slowly before she looked over at you once more, “I can give you eternity” she said softly. 

“W-what?”

“It’ll come at a cost but if you’re serious about what you’re thinking about, I can give you eternity. I can take you away from all this, you can do anything you wish, you’ll never have to feel like robot again” 

Her words took you by surprise, you looked over at Yuki who was peacefully sleeping in her bed on the floor. You were so tired of this stereotypical lifestyle, your parents no longer around, the friends you’ve made in Westview would surely miss you, but would it be so bad to finally break free and life a different life? Is it selfish to place your life into the hands of a woman you only met a couple of weeks ago? 

“This crazy but I really, really don’t want you to leave” you said, breaking the silence. 

“And I don’t want to go” Natasha said softly, gently taking your hand in hers. You ignored the coldness of her touch, feeling nothing but warmth just being around her. “I’ve claimed many things in my life, but this…if you choose to do this, know that I will protect you with everything I have” she adds. 

“Then I am yours” you said, feeling the unknown future rush through you. Natasha smiled softly, “this will only hurt for a moment” she whispered before gently pulling you closer.

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[mamaspidershit]

Peter: The nonviolent approach is probably better here. Natasha: I wasn’t going to use violence. I don’t always use violence… Do I? Peter: Natasha: Peter: The important thing is you believe that.

[ncsdlr]

Food Party

Warnings: its vampire shit?

Wandanat x Agathario x Reader

A/N: I'm a slut for blood and biting. sue me.

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The party dragged on slowly, human blood bags following their owners around, bearing bite marks on their necks as proof that they were not for anyone to take.

You, however, were among those who weren't owned. You were one of those who anyone could have a drink from. Currently, you are sitting on a certain redhead's lap. Her name was Wanda and her friend's- fiance's name was Natasha.

They planned to share your blood and have a drink, and maybe if you taste good enough, they could take you home. Natasha had her hand on your thigh as she sat behind you, her other hand rubbing along your waist.

The sting of a bite suddenly pierced the side of your arm, a gasp escaping your lips even as you continued to look into Wanda's eyes. Wanda grinned at you softly, one of her hands reaching up to your chin, gripping you there lightly.

"What do you think, Natasha? Is she worth bringing home?"

Natasha hummed against your arm, pulling away from you to speak breathlessly, "I need a second opinion, my dear. Have a taste."

Natasha offered your arm up to Wanda as she scaled her lips along the exposed skin of the back of your neck, pushing your hair to the side before biting into the juncture between your neck and your shoulder.

At the same time, Wanda gripped your wrist in her hand gently, pressing a little kiss to your forearm before biting into it. You groaned at the sensation, your vision doubling as the overwhelming sting of their bite took to your senses.

From afar, Agatha and Rio stood watching, waiting for the right time to join the little party the three of you were having. The two nursed drinks in their hands, breathing together calmly as they continued to watch the two redheads nearly drain you of your blood.

When Wanda and Natasha finally pulled from you, their mouths dripping with your blood, the brunette pair finally made their way to you three.

"You havin' fun?" Rio asked as they reached your spot in the spacey lounge area of the party hall.

You hazily looked up at the familiar voice, a soft and satisfied smile stretching onto your blissed-out face. You nodded at her slowly, reaching your hand out to Rio, missing the way Agatha leaned over the back of the sofa and pecked Wanda's cheek.

Wanda smiled at the gesture, looking into Natasha's eyes with a devilish idea in her mind. "Care to share?" Agatha asked.

Natasha then spoke, "This needy blood bag is for our taking now. Please, feed on her as you will."

At that, Rio pulled you up from Wanda's lap, setting you down on her own, making you straddle her. Death immediately sank her teeth into your neck, biting into your jugular carelessly. A loud pleasure-filled groan tore from you as large amounts of blood were sucked from you.

Natasha and Wanda sat observing, their eyes following Agatha's body as she joined in on feeding from you. Agatha's teeth pierced your shoulder, another moan leaving your lips as she did.

Yet Wanda and Natasha, even though they don't had one taste of you, could've get enough of you anymore. So they did want they thought best; they joined in on the fun.

Natasha walked around the couch and leaned down, bearing her sharp fangs at you before burying them into your neck where the once were. Meanwhile, Wanda settled herself behind you on her knees, caressing you thigh with a delicate hand. She traced the outline of your toned quads before diving into them fangs first.

With all the mouth on you, you felt like you could collapse. And you almost already were, given that four vampires were drinking from you like you had an infinite amount of blood. Your vision was beginning to spot, tiny little specks of back littering your sight as you simply succumbed ro the women's desires.

The night ended you plae and limp- nearly lifeless -as the four vamps decided to take you home with them. Theyd bought from your employer that night, and, luckily, they were in the same clan as each other, so it wouldn't be a struggle if they wanted to feed from you together again.

Good luck to future you.

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I was think vampires and then fell down a rabbit hole of what ifs so I'm dragging all of you with me^^