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off limits (1) II a.putellas x leon!reader

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off limits II a.putellas x leon!reader

"hermanita!" (baby sister) you quickly stretched your arm away from your body as your sister jumped on top of you, sending her a glare as you wiped the rum off your arm and placed your now empty glass down on the table in front of you.

"me debes un trago idiota." (you owe me a drink idiot) you shook your head at her erratic nature, the girl grinning and pressing a kiss to your cheek as you elbowed at her, mapi only doing it again to annoy you further.

"ay mapi!" you whined and pushed her off, ingrid arriving as your savior and briefly distracting the tattooed girl beside you who peppered her lips with kisses. you gagged at the sight sticking your finger down your throat, earning yourself a laugh from a few of your team mates across the booth.

"no tengas celos. mucho para ti también hermanita!" (dont be jealous. lots for you too baby sister!) mapi grabbed at your face, repeatedly kissing all over it as you struggled to pull away. "maria! leave her be." ingrid chuckled, tugging her off of you as you wiped your face.

you met your girlfriends eyes across the table, the older girl hiding her amused smile behind the one drink she'd been babysitting the entire time you'd been at the club. you stuck your tongue out at her as her eyes rolled playfully, shaking her head and taking a tiny sip, though you were certain it would only be water in her glass anyway.

after a big win over real madrid the team had gone for a celebratory dinner, which had of course wound up being followed by going out to a club, your sister the main ringleader in dragging three quarters of the team out for a night of drinking and dancing.

your girlfriend took the most convinving of everyone, even just to come to dinner. it was hardly unknown knowledge that la reina didn't drink during the season, and you knew alexia well enough to know she'd much rather be tucked up in bed studying the match for any singular little faults she could find and correct, football was her life after all.

though with a pout and a very discreet kiss to the corner of her mouth she'd agreed to come for a little while. it certainly didn't help that no one knew you were together so you couldn't be all over one another like you wanted to, well most people didn't.

you'd almost beaten poor claudia into submission not to run and tell half the team when she'd caught the two of you mid makeout in the showers after you thought everyone had left. but you knew she'd told patri, simply just from the cheeky knowing smile sent your way by the girl when you were paired up with your captain for a drill at training that next morning.

ona and lucy had accidentally overheard a lovesick confession from you to your girlfriend about how your mornings weren't the same without waking up to cuddles and alexia cooking for you.

they had taken less convincing not to spill your secret, though you copped relentless teasing from your english teammate for the soft admission.

frido and ingrid had spotted the two of you out to dinner one night, tucked away and looking loved up in the back corner of a lesser known restaurant on the outskirts of barcelona.

you knew you were likely to cause poor ingrid stress from needing to keep this from her girlfriend, and you promised her that you would speak with alexia about coming forward with it all to mapi. though the norwegian girl knew your sister almost as well as you did and empathized with the fact that she was incredibly over protective, and would likely not react well.

but as the list of names who knew started to grow, so did yours and alexia's worries that it would get back to one person in particular.

alexia's best friend, who just also happened to be your older sister.

"ahora un beso de verdad. qué pasa con ese que está junto al bar?" (now for a real kiss. what about that one by the bar? or that one? or her? or that one looks promising?) your sisters arm settled over your shoulder, drawing you into her side as she hummed and her eyes scanned the room, pointing out various women one by one.

"ya te dije, no estoy interesado! deja de intentar venderme como a una vaca preciada." (i told you already, i am not interested! stop trying to sell me off like a prized cow) you shook your head, biting back a smile and rolling your eyes.

"una vaca preciada? alguien piensa muy bien de sí mismo." (a prized cow? someone thinks highly of themselves) your sister tutted with a cheeky grin, again pointing out more women as you denied each one, sending ingrid a pleading look as she hurried mapi off to the bar for another round.

"algunas de esas chicas no eran feas." (some of those girls were not ugly) a familiar raspy voice sounded in your ear, alexia using your sisters absence to shuffle around closer to you, her hand subtly squeezing your thigh under the table.

"ah, de verdad? tal vez deberías ir a buscar sus números-" (oh really? maybe you should go get their numbers-) you challenged, your own hand resting on top of hers, inching it higher up your leg as your girlfriend raised an eyebrow with a surprised smile.

"-la reina!" you finished with a smile, biting down on your bottom lip as alexia's hand moved under your dress, a singular finger tracing circles on your upper thigh, dangerously close to your underwear.

"vienes a bailar?" (come for a dance?) you nodded behind you to where most of your team mates were, alexia only chuckling in response. "sabes que no bailo, hermosa." (you know i don't dance, beautiful) your girlfriend tilted her head, hazel eyes darkening, hand still inching slowly upwards on your inner thigh.

"salgamos de aquí cariño." (lets get out of here darling) the older girl purred quietly with a suggestive smile. "ya? dónde está tu espíritu de equipo?" (already? where's your team spirit?) you teased with a grin.

"hermanita!" alexia's touch disappeared like magic as if it was never there, immediately shuffling further away from you and turning to speak with lucy and ona as mapi returned and sat right back down next to you.

"tu bebida." (your drink) your sister handed you a fresh glass as you smiled appreciatively, though really you wished you could slap her for the interruption.

"mi amiga! bailar conmigo?" (my friend, dance with me?) aitana appeared, holding out her hand, flanked by claudia and patri who cheered as you stood, the three of them dragging you away to the dancefloor.

you could feel alexia's eyes trained to you the entire time. it was probably a good thing your sister was so drunk because your girlfriend was hardly bashful in the way that her eyes roamed your body, narrowing as you were pulled in by a girl on the dance floor.

you kept your gaze locked with hers as you pushed yourself into the stranger, though careful not to allow her hands to roam your body as you held them, watching alexia's jaw clench, jealousy burning in her hazel orbs.

"quieres salir de aquí?" (want to get out of here?) you heard the girl ask as you pulled yourself away and shook your head. "contigo no, lo siento." (not with you, sorry) you replied with a smile before being tugged back to the table by claudia.

a few of your team mates had already headed home, and those who were left were far from sober. you were grateful on everyones behalf tomorrow was a recovery day off because there was sure to be some sore heads among the team tomorrow.

"voy a ir a casa chicas!" (im going to head home too girls) alexia announced standing to her feet, her eyes meeting yours for a moment with a familiar look, ignoring the boo's and jeers sent her way for the statement.

"creo que yo también, puedes llevarme a casa ale?" (i think i will too, can you give me a ride home ale?) you gently yanked your arm out of claudias grip, alexia nodding. "oh abucheo! perdedor perdedor." (oh boo! loser, loser) your sister chanted at you making you roll your eyes.

"algunos estamos cansados ​​de marcar goles hermana!" (some of us are tired from scoring goals, sister) you teased, ruffling her hair as alexia moved beside you, the two of you making the rounds saying your goodbyes before heading for the exit.

things were silent between the two of you as you walked together toward her car, the summer night air warm against your skin, head buzzing lightly from the few drinks you'd had.

but that comfortable silence all changed the moment you slid into alexia's cupra, her hands were on you in an instant, lips exploring your own before moving to your neck, causing you to throw your head back with a moan of pleasure.

"tu lugar, o la mía querida?" (so your place or mine darling?)

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feeling the light of a promisingly sunny day shine through the open window your eyes fluttered awake, wincing slightly and rolling over, grasping out for your girlfriend.

"buen día, mi amor." (good morning my love) her hand tangled in your hair, short nails scratching at your scalp as you hugged her bare leg, mumbling a greeting back into the tanned skin.

"porque estas despierto?" (why are you awake?) you sighed, turning your head to rest in her lap, looking up at her through squinted eyes. "studying." she answered with a smile, nodding to the tablet on the bedside table beside her, yesterdays match paused on the screen.

"estas loco." (you're crazy) you exhaled with a shake of your head, lips curling into a smile as alexia playfully flicked your forehead. "tal vez sobre ti." (maybe about you) alexia smiled tenderly, causing your cheeks to flush rosy pink at the admission.

"qué dirían todos si supieran que la reina es tan suave?" (what would everyone say if they knew the queen was so soft?) you teased, your girlfriend dipping her head, her lips ghosting yours, pulling away as you tried to kiss her.

"bésame!" (kiss me) you whined, pulling at her shirt needily. "mmm no." alexia shook her head with a cocky smile as you raised an eyebrow, within a few seconds you'd straddled her lap, pulling your own shirt over your head and watching as her eyes dropped down to your bare chest.

"mis ojos están aquí arriba bebé." (my eyes are up here baby) you tutted, the cocky smile now on your face as you pulled your head back when alexia leaned in to kiss you. "bésame." (kiss me) the girl ordered, her hand coming to cup the back of your neck.

"mmm no?" you teased, pretending to think about it, grinning as alexia rolled her eyes impatiently and pulled your lips to meet hers, her hand on the back of your neck meaning she was in control of when you pulled away.

you moaned into her mouth as her other hand traced your abs, slowly making its way downwards to where you really needed her as you rolled your hips into hers.

but everything halted as a series of sharp knocks on your door rang out and you pulled away, glancing out of your open bedroom door as alexia grabbed the back of your neck again, smashing her lips back to yours in a bruising kiss.

"ignoralo. ellos se irán!" (ignore it, they will go away) the older girl mumbled impatiently into the kiss, the knocking continuing and growing louder the longer you left it.

"hermanita! seguramente aún no estás durmiendo?" (baby sister, surely you are not still sleeping) an all too familiar voice rang out as you shoved alexia's hands off you, the two of you looking at each other with the same amount of fear and shock.

"mapi." you whispered in sync as you rolled off of her, hastily pulling your shirt back over your head and hunting around on the floor for your underwear. "bebé?" you heard a whistle and glanced up to see the blonde twirling them around on her finger with a slightly smug smile.

"mierda ale! no es el momento." (fuck ale, now is not the time) you hissed, snatching them off of her and smacking her shoulder with a glare. "lo siento, estoy tratando de aligerar el ambiente." (sorry, just trying to lighten the mood) the blonde rolled her eyes, but you could see she was equally as nervous as you were.

"dios mío mujer, apúrate!" (oh my god woman, hurry up) your sister shouted with a groan, fist now pounding against the door as you instructed alexia to stay in your bedroom and pulled the door closed, hurrying over.

"ahora no es un buen momento mapi." (now is not a good time mapi) you half opened the door with a forced smile, your sister scoffing with a roll of her eyes, shouldering her way past you and inside your apartment as you cursed under your breath.

"te traigo el desayuno y este es el agradecimiento que recibo?" (i bring you breakfast and this is the thanks i get?) she whistled and shook her head, pulling herself to sit up on the counter and gesturing to the two brown packages by her side.

"No estoy bien hoy. deberías ir!" (im not well today, you should go) you coughed, pointing to the door. "siempre has sido una mala mentirosa hermana!" (you have always been a bad liar sister) mapi grinned, unwrapping one of the breakfast sandwiches and nodding for you to do the same.

"mapi." you withheld a groan, dragging your hands down your face in frustration, the older girl always having been stubborn. "por qué estás tan ansiosa por que me vaya?" (why are you so eager for me to leave?) the tattooed spaniards eyes narrowed, scanning you suspiciously as you rolled your eyes.

"dios mío." (oh my god) she gasped suddenly, jumping off the counter as you raised a curious eyebrow at her behavior. "no estás aquí solo!" (you are not here alone) your sister realised, grinning like a cheshire cat and clapping her hands happily.

"qué? claro que soy yo." (what? of course i am) you scoffed, trying with every fibre of your being not to show how nervous you were at her words. "no. usted no!" (no. you are not) mapi sung out teasingly, suddenly grabbing at you and poking your neck making you hiss in pain, and then came the realisation.

"hickeys!" your sister laughed as you smacked her hands off and shoved her away. "entonces ¿quién es? alguien del club? pensé que te habías ido con alexia? furtivo!" (so who is it? someone from the club? i thought you left with alexia? sneaky!) the defender fired question after question at you.

"nadie, ahora lárgate!" (nobody, now get out) you huffed, trying to push her back towards the front door. "no. dile a tu amigo que salga y salude." (no. now tell your friend to come out and say hi) mapi yelled over your shoulder, easily shoving you away from her as she made a beeline for your bedroom door.

"mapi!" you grunted in annoyance, running at her and jumping on her back, your sister only laughing and easily shrugging you off, pushing you so you fell backwards onto the lounge.

"o salen o yo entro. el tiempo corre!" (they either come out, or i go in. time is ticking!) your sister yelled toward the door, crossing her arms over her chest as you heard the door unlock and buried your face in your hands.

slowly the handle turned and with an agonizing creak the door swung open, a very shameful looking blonde standing there with her arms folded over her chest, hair pulled up into a messy bun and your kit shorts on beneath her oversized shirt.

"...alexia?"

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Come party just with me

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: It's Saturday night and you're at a party with your friends. But maybe there's a better place where you can be. [3.898 words]

Warnings: smut (+18!), alcohol, milf, top!Reader, bottom!Wanda, strap on (r giving), oral (r giving), praise kink, ass slapping (r giving), hair pulling [let me know if there’s more]

To close the Halloween stories, a smut (because in the end we're all just horny, aren't we?) Also, this story is inspired by the song Mommy by Betta Lemme. Enjoy!

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It's Halloween. Honestly, you didn't care much for the date. It had its plus points, of course, but nothing to do with the meaning or the candy.

You liked the parties, being able to go out drinking with your friends. And mainly about how free people felt at this time of the year, allowing themselves to dress and do whatever they wanted.

Today, for example, you are at a party with your friends where you have not even arrived thirty minutes ago and you have already kissed six different people, people you had no idea who they were and that you would probably never find out.

Your gaze wanders intently around the party, searching for the next mouth to kiss (and hopefully other parts too) when you feel your cell phone vibrating inside your pocket. You pull it out with one hand, unlocking it afterwards. When you see the notification, you clench your jaw.

Hi. Wanna come over?

The simple message comes from the contact saved only with the number, no name whatsoever. But you know very well whose it is, this being one of the few numbers you have memorized.

Wanda Maximoff is a rather unstable part of your life.

You met the redhead a few months ago. Your aunt introduced you to her co-worker at an unpretentious Sunday lunch and you two got along pretty well right away.

Little did Natasha know, however, that this friendly approach concealed something more. Something instinctive and intense that neither you nor Wanda were able to contain on the first occasion you were left alone.

You had been meeting in secret ever since, the need that bordered on addiction for each other seeming more and more difficult to fulfill.

But it was all merely casual. Wanda was much older than you, had children, and a job that cost her almost her entire day. You, on the other hand, had just started college, in your second semester.

Wanda was not going to give up her obligations as a mother for a youthful romance. And you were not going to give up all the possibilities that early adulthood was capable of offering.

So you and Wanda carried on casually, with no obligations to each other, no plans for the future, and no exclusivity.

This, however, did not send away the possessive feeling you had for each other. It's not healthy, you both knew it very well, but it was uncontrollable, before you knew it, you were already being consumed by it.

Recently, you went to an ice cream parlor with a group of friends and, to your misfortune, you saw Wanda there, accompanied by a blond man whom you instantly hated.

You both noticed each other's presence in the establishment, but pretended not to know each other in order not to arouse suspicion.

Wanda felt your gaze on her constantly, your eyes glaring at the man accompanying her. The redhead then decided to tease you, brazenly flirting with her date and smiling every time she saw the effects of her actions on you.

Since that day you have avoided all her attempts to contact you, your blood boiling in your veins at the mere memory of the occasion. But even though you ignored messages and calls, the redhead still persisted. And even though you were angry, you couldn't help but relish her eagerness to see you.

But today you were in a good mood, so you decide to give her an answer, even if it wasn't the one she wanted to receive.

I can't, Wanda, I'm at a party.

You put the cell phone back in your pocket after that and walk over to the drinks table. You take some more of the dubiously colored punch for yourself, containing a grimace as the strong liquid comes in touch with your palate.

With your senses slightly affected by the amount of alcohol you have ingested that night, it takes a few seconds for you to process the new vibration of your cell phone.

You take the device out of your pocket once more, opening the messaging app, and a mischievous smile takes over your lips as soon as you see the picture.

On her bed, a carefully placed red lingerie stands out even more against the white of the sheets. You groan at the mere thought of Wanda wearing it, and the next message makes you weak in the knees.

Come party just with me.

With alcohol intoxicating your mind and your imagination wandering free and wild, you don't even bother to answer.

Shoving your cell phone back inside your pocket, you leave the party and take the first cab you can find, heading towards your longed-for destination.

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As soon as you reach Wanda's house and knock on the door, the redhead pulls you inside, capturing your lips with hers fervently.

"So needy." You tease with a giggle amidst the kisses, but Wanda doesn't inhibit herself, her long fingers unbuttoning your blouse as her mouth devours yours.

"I've been thinking about you all week." She confesses, moving her kisses down your neck. You bring your hands to her waist, squeezing the flesh there and making the redhead whimper by your ear.

"Oh yeah? What you've been thinking about, baby girl?" You ask, your tone of voice low as your fingers move up to her chin, guiding her to look at you again. An involuntary whimper escapes Wanda's lips at the name, and you smirk at the outcome.

The effect you have on her is clear, her body touching yours in every possible place and her eyes locked on yours pleadingly. Finally remembering your question, Wanda bites her lower lip, dragging your eyes to the action.

"About your hands." She replies in a whisper, holding your hands and bringing them to her ass. You give a squeeze there, pinning her body even tighter to yours, and Wanda moans, bringing her hands to your neck and stroking the back of it with her fingernails.

"About your lips, all over me." She continues, capturing your lower lip with her teeth and pulling you toward her. You lean forward, trying to kiss her, but the redhead is quick to deflect, bringing her face close to your ear.

"About me screaming your name with your head between my thighs." She whispers, nibbling on your earlobe, and you groan, your whole body shivering.

"Fuck, Wanda." You breathe out, holding her by the waist and reversing positions, pressing her harshly against the door, and Wanda moans in both pleasure and pain as her back slams against the hard wood.

Bringing your lips to her neck, you trail kisses and nibbles on the soft skin. Wanda sighs heavily, her hands firmly in your hair, encouraging you to continue, and pushing her hips down in search of your leg.

You decide to give her what she seeks, pressing your thigh against her center, and Wanda moans at the new contact, rocking her hips in search of friction.

Feeling the fabric of your jeans getting wet with her arousal, you feel lust coursing through your veins and you suck on a sensitive spot on her neck, the redhead sighing in response.

Wanda pulls your face up next, kissing you eagerly, and you bring your hands to her ass again to pull her up, holding her in your lap and pressing her against the door.

The redhead wraps her legs around your waist tightly, moaning against your lips as she feels the solid bump under your pants, indicating the clothed strap.

You walk away from the door then, your mouth never leaving hers as your feet lead you with familiarity to her bedroom.

Once there, you place her on the bed, her legs spreading for you as you stand. As you remove your blouse, which Wanda has unbuttoned, you take your time to admire the woman before you.

Wearing an almost transparent white robe, the redhead watches you with urgency, her eyes pleading with you to return to her as soon as possible. You can't wait to reveal what's underneath that garment.

With your blouse now dropped to the floor, you lie on top of Wanda, your knee meeting her center and making the redhead moan at the contact.

You kiss her next, your tongue exploring her mouth as if it had never been there before, and Wanda once again rolls her hips against your leg, desperately seeking to relieve the growing discomfort at the pit of her belly.

Wanda brings her hands to your back, pressing your skin down with her nails, and you shiver at the sensation, your lips descending to her neck.

Unexpectedly, Wanda holds the strap over your pants with her full hand. With the sudden movement in your center, you moan, and Wanda watches the action with a smirk. "What's this, baby? Is it for me or for some slut that was with you at that party?"

"What if it was? What you gonna do about it?" You tease with a smirk, relishing the obvious jealousy on every one of her features. Wanda, however, tries to disguise the feeling by putting an even wider smirk on her lips.

"I'm gonna remind you you'll never find anyone better than me." She replies, pushing you by the shoulders immediately afterwards and reversing positions, straddling you, and you gasp in surprise.

As Wanda brazenly rubs herself against your clothed strap, you bring your hands to her waist, assisting her in her movements while you admire her mesmerized.

The redhead then undoes the tie that held her robe closed in an agonizingly slow pace, and you watch her with anticipation.

When the item is removed and discarded on the bed, your breath gets caught in your throat at the sight of Wanda in the lingerie she had sent you the photo of earlier.

Red is her color, clearly, and the garment, despite covering almost nothing, highlights her body perfectly. You wouldn't be surprised if you were drooling right now and Wanda watches you devour her with your gaze with a proud smile on your lips.

"What is it, baby?" Wanda asks feigning innocence, swaying her hips against yours again, "do you like what you see?"

Instead of answering you sit up, bringing your hands to her back and laying her down on the bed afterwards, returning to your previous position.

"You look so fucking hot in it, Wanda, but I can't wait to rip it off of you." You say, your lips mere inches from her swollen ones, and the redhead's breath hitches with craving.

"Do it then." She encourages, and you don't think twice before kissing her fiercely, Wanda's mind spinning with the intensity.

As Wanda holds your face with both hands, keeping you as close as she can, you move your hand down the side of her body to her leg, pulling her against you next, and the redhead wraps it around your waist in response.

You move your kisses down Wanda's neck, and she brings her hands down to your shoulders, encouraging you to continue.

Your mouth soon reaches one of her breasts, and you lift one hand to the other, cupping it with your full hand while teasing the other with your lips. Wanda sighs heavily, arching her back and bringing her chest even closer to you.

You continue down your kisses then, Wanda's breathing becoming more erratic as your lips move closer to her core.

When you reach the bottom of the lingerie, you look up again, smirking at Wanda's expectant eyes. You then deposit a soft kiss on her covered clit, and hear the redhead sigh heavily in response, her hands instinctively finding your hair.

You reluctantly remove the item, thinking it a crime to take such a beautiful item from her. Revealing Wanda's glistening cunt, your mouth fills with water again, and Wanda bites her lip at your hungry gaze.

Wanda watches you intently as you remove your pants and underwear. The redhead's breathing hitches with the sight of the strap, her walls clenching against nothing in anticipation.

You return close to her next, placing yourself on top of her, your face mere inches from hers again.

Capturing her lips on yours once more, you feel Wanda run her hands down your back, pressing you down, and you smile at her impatience.

With the closeness and absence of clothing, Wanda feels the strap rubbing against her center, and the redhead moans in anticipation, pushing her hips down to increase the contact.

Deciding to give her what she wants, you bring your hand up to the strap, pressing it up her pussy. Her slick coats the tip of the strap as the redhead whimpers, squeezing your shoulders in response.

When you line up the strap with her entrance, Wanda holds her breath in anticipation. And when you thrust the toy all at once inside her, the redhead moans loudly, the sound echoing through the room.

"So ready for me," you tease, pushing the strap inside her with ease, "I guess you have been thinking about me after all." You add, delighting in the way Wanda barely processes your words, too overwhelmed by pleasure. She manages to nod though.

"Y-yes... Fuck, don't stop." She lets out in between moans, but she didn't even have to ask. You continue with the thrusts, the sight of Wanda so helpless already, and the other end of the toy buried inside you working you up just as you do to her.

After a moment, you straighten your posture, the strap going even deeper inside her, hitting the spot that drives her wild. Wanda moans loudly in response, her hands gripping the sheet tightly at the sides of her body, and you smirk at the result.

No matter how many girls you hooked up with in your life, none of them would ever come close to Wanda. The redhead had the perfect reactions, every move, every sound, every look branded in the back of your mind like a burning tattoo, preventing you from sleeping or functioning properly for the next few days.

And you knew she felt the same way about you, you wouldn't be here if she didn't. But then flashes of the other day at the ice cream parlor cross your mind and you clench your jaw. You knew the effect you had on her, but you wanted to hear her say it. You'd make her say it.

"Tell me, princess," you start, and you look at her with an intensity so fiery that Wanda's whole body seems to catch fire, "does your friend fuck you like I do? Does anyone make you feel this good?"

Her walls clench against the toy vigorously. You had nothing serious, Wanda knew that very well. But there was something about your possessiveness that drove her crazy. She wanted to be yours, even if she wasn't.

"N-no... Only you-" the messy response as a result of the redhead's state of ecstasy is interrupted when you push the strap hard, hitting that spot inside her that makes her see stars. The redhead moans loudly, arching her back instinctively, "fuck, Y/n, right there... Don't stop."

She is close, you can feel it not only by her walls throbbing ever more fervently against the strap-on, but also by her expressions. When Wanda closes her eyes, surrendering to the pleasure, you smirk.

"Oh no," you rebuke, holding Wanda's face in your hand, and the redhead looks at you in confusion, "open your eyes, pretty girl, I want you to remember who's the face that makes you fall apart."

That's more than enough to send her over the edge, and Wanda falls apart beneath you, her cries louder and louder. You reach your high soon after, and you both moan together through your orgasms.

You lean down again, capturing the redhead's lips in a sloppy kiss. Wanda struggles to respond, but the numbness of her entire body and her completely ragged breathing make the action impossible.

Bringing your hand down, you pull the strap from her slowly, and smirk against her lips at the way she trembles intensely.

You move your kisses down her neck once more. Wanda lazily takes note of your kisses moving down her body, leaving marks in places you knew she would be able to hide. But just the thought of her remembering this night when she saw them was enough to make your core throb.

Making your way between her legs, you deposit soft kisses along her inner thighs. Wanda, finally realizing what is happening, frowns. "What-"

"I gotta taste you," you promptly interrupt, and before she can object, you stick your tongue out, giving her a long lick all over her pussy. Wanda sighs heavily, the air coming out shaky. You hum at her taste, raising your eyes to her again, "so good. Always so wet for me, baby."

The redhead's breath hitches with the praise, and you smile at the reaction. You run your tongue along her folds, savoring the taste of her arousal and the way her muscles respond to each new touch.

Being honest, Wanda wasn't ready for another one, not having had time to fully recover from her previous orgasm. But you explore her so eagerly, your lips and teeth providing her with a painful pleasure she never wanted to miss... She would never be able to say no to you.

You start with slow movements, teasing her clit just enough to make her want more. Soon you feel Wanda jerking her hips down, looking for less shallow strokes, and you smirk before providing her exactly what she wants.

As your movements become faster and more intense, the redhead feels her whole body break into increasingly powerful spasms, the discomfort in the pit of her stomach becoming more and more unbearable.

Wanda brings her hands to your hair then, guiding your head exactly where she wants it to be, and you don't object, giving her exactly what she wants.

Soon enough her legs close against your head, her inner thighs muffling the loud, desperate moans that escape the redhead's mouth. Wanda was sure she would be hoarse the next morning, but she didn't care. With all the heavenly sensations you provide her, it was more than worth it.

When she reaches her limit and the stimulation in her clit becomes too much, Wanda begins to push your head back with what little dexterity she has left. But you don't stop, her taste and smell overwhelming you in the best possible way.

"S-stop, Y/n/n, I can't anymore." She pleads breathlessly, a tired giggle escaping her lips, and with one last lick you pull away from her center, climbing your way up to her again.

As soon as your face is close enough, Wanda pulls you into a sloppy, eager kiss. The redhead moans as the taste of your mouth mingles with her own, and you feel a chill in your stomach that only she can provide.

You continue like this for a while, the kiss becoming more and more intense and desperate as the minutes tick by.

Eventually, the tip of the strap brushes against Wanda's pussy, lining up against her entrance, and the redhead's breath hitches, her hips immediately jerking downward in an attempt to increase the contact. With the movement, the toy enters into her ever so slightly, but she moans lustily against your lips.

"I thought you couldn't do it anymore." You tease, a smirk playing on your lips that only increases when Wanda smiles wickedly at you. "Maybe we should wait a bit? Or just stop for now."

You knew you couldn't stop now, your addiction to the redhead was too intense to be cured so quickly. The suggestion was merely an attempt to get a reaction out of her, and, boy, you did.

Wrapping her legs around your waist tightly, Wanda thrusts her body forward, reversing positions to straddle you.

With the change of stances, the strap-on is thrusted inside the redhead at once, eliciting a throaty moan from her. You watch the scene in awe, unable to do anything but admire the woman on top of you.

"We only stop when I say so." She warns, moving her hips as her eyes remain locked on yours in defiance. A hoarse chuckle escapes your lips at her speech and you sit up, bringing your hand to the back of her neck.

Wanda's eyes flutter shut at the feeling, her hips never stopping rocking against the strap. In one sudden movement you grip her hair tightly, forcing her to look at you, and a moan of both pleasure and pain escapes the redhead's lips as she obeys.

"You're not in charge here, princess." You remind her, your lips brushing against hers as your low tone of voice sends shivers throughout Wanda's body.

"But I enjoy fucking you too much, I won't object." You speak next, stroking her jawline. But Wanda doesn't move, she wouldn't dare. You smirk at the effect you have on her.

"Go on, keep riding me." You demand, your hand meeting the soft skin of her ass in a firm slap. A surprised gasp escapes Wanda's lips, her breathing visibly uneven.

You bring one hand to the back of Wanda's neck, pulling her into a hot kiss, while the other massages her ass to soothe the sting of the slap.

That interaction alone made lust run fervently in Wanda's blood. She loved the way you established dominance. But more than that, she loved it when you claimed it.

Wanda's walls clenched vigorously against the toy at the mere thought of you putting her in her place.

But that would have to wait. She could provoke you at another time. Now all she could think about was you fucking her hard, guiding her through her third orgasm of that night.

Wanda keeps riding her high, the swaying of her hips becoming increasingly uncoordinated and desperate.

You lie down on the bed again, bringing your hands to her waist and guiding her movements.

A series of loud moans escape Wanda's lips with the exponential increase in pleasure, her hands instinctively finding the sides of your stomach, her nails digging into your skin desperately.

You project your hips upward next and a loud cry escapes Wanda's lips, her back arching back immediately.

The sounds and the scene, again in conjunction with the strap against your center, guide you over your limit, you seeing stars each time Wanda pushes her hips down again.

You can tell that she is close too, not just being able to see it, but to feel it as well. As her moans become louder and more desperate, you smirk.

"Why don't you let your neighbors know who's the only person who can drive you to the edge like this?" You ask, your hands pulling her waist down faster and faster, and Wanda smiles, biting her lower lip at the idea. "Cum for me, baby."

You didn't even have to ask. The next moment Wanda reaches her high, her nails nearly ripping your skin as she moans your name out loud, the sound making your whole body shiver.

As Wanda collapses exhausted on top of you, you watch her in ecstasy. You wouldn't admit it, but being alone with her was undoubtedly better than any party you could ever go to.

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MIDNIGHT VISITOR - (Red-Stained Fangs 2)

Pairing: Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: What happens when a breathtaking, dangerous vampire realizes that she's obsessed with you? Nothing good.

Warnings: Dark!Fic ; Top!Reader x Powerbottom!Natasha Romanoff ; Strap-on use; oral sex ; oral sex on strap-on; Daddy kink; slight mommy kink? ; mentions of murder (no character death) ; heavy blood mentions/ blood drinking/bleeding ; toxic relationship ; dub-con elements ; possessive dynamics; manipulation

A/N: Ok besties this hoe is pretty dark so be prepared. I listened to the Killing Eve soundtrack while writing this so... I am claiming no responsibility for when your therapists ask you why you want Nat to murder you

Word Count: 6k

Dedicated to my bestie @twilight-99-tm for just bein the best and being so patient with my constant cursed ideas, and also betaing this monstrosity

I have sharp teeth inside my mouth,

inside my dark red lips,

And lacquer slickly hides the claws

In my red fingertips.

- Angela Carter ‘Unicorn’

Moonlight converges on Natasha in an alleyway in the city. A place empty, and hollow, with the deceptive echoes of voices nearby bouncing on the walls. The man she follows does not quicken his steps. He doesn’t even know he needs to. He is fatally unaware that he should be running.

No one suspects her. No one could ever think she was as dangerous as she was.

Or as monstrous.

Her beauty is a beguiling of the worst kind.

A gentle, innoxious beckoning.

The false promise of safety. The lamb in a snare, pleading for help. An innocent, lost and confused, and a stranger is her only hope of salvation.

Until she is not the lamb, but the wolf. She is not the innocent, but the danger. And before they can blink, she moves.

They never see it coming.

They only realise what she is when the ground turns red.

……….

The body beneath her twitched, the throes of death just past. If you saw her like this, you wouldn't recognize her. Red hair wild, unkempt from effort and scuffle, fangs sunken into flesh, irises a bloody crimson, a sinister shine in the moonlight. The threat of promised execution in the darkness.

Her fangs pierced deeper still, penetrating skin and tendon, muscle and artery.

And she drank.

Drank til her prey was dry.

Her body reacts despite itself, and the thought of you begins somewhere illicit in her mind.

A low thrum of anticipation settles in her core, thighs flexing as she stifles the ache, or hushes it, at least, until you were near.

To satisfy a hunger of a different breed.

Night always seemed the darkest when Natasha was heading home after feeding. Inky blackness above, a sky void of light, of all its stars, a cimmerian reflection of her soul. Of her thoughts. It’s not guilt. She has long since eradicated any semblance of that pitiful emotion over her eclectic appetites, the light in her preys’ eyes which once shone like a beacon in the back of her mind, now dulled to an imperceptible nothing. There is not a face, a soul she’s taken, that keeps her awake at night. She runs the tip of her tongue on her fangs, reminiscing in the fresh blood that covered them just an hour before. She is what she is, and she’s made peace with that.

What does give her pause though, is her immortality.

The slow, deceptive budding of a thousand years ahead of her, more even.

Days, months pass, and she figures herself normal. She lives like everyone else around her.

Then on occasion, she looks in the mirror and finds that she’s looked at the same face for five hundred years. She brings delicate hands to soft, cold lips, a face without flaw or wrinkle, eyes as green as the pines. Hair red, and full, never a sliver of grey, always resting under her shoulders blades since the rise and fall of the Tsars of Russia.

And suddenly, the budding sprouts, and she is being dragged under.

Infinity weighs on her shoulders. Time crests above her, seemingly endless, an ocean eternal. And the wave crashes and she fears she will drown in it. She fears that her life will go until there is no pleasure to be found in it, no pain, no sorrow, no happiness. The fear of emptiness. Emptiness disguised so wickedly as grandeur, as boon.

She hasn’t blinked in 4 minutes. Her fingers are crushing the steering wheel beneath her grip.

She is drowning in the wave.

And then her phone rings.

Baby❤ is calling.

The wave releases her, and she swims to shore.

“Hi, baby,” she breathes, an easy relief in her voice.

“Hey sweetheart.”

Though she tried to resist it, a smile bloomed on blood-stained cheeks, and she focused intently to the sound of your voice on the line. In this moment, nothing else mattered but you.

You, the one who was so achingly hers.

You continued, “I’ve been kinda missing you.”

Her brow ticks upward playfully, “Kinda? Excuse me?”

“Yeah, you know. Just a little.”

“And why should I not hang up on you?”

“Okay wait, wait, I wanna come over.”

Her smile widened, and she flexed her fingers on the wheel. Even after all this time, you still make her blush. Though she would never let you know that.

“I’ll think about it.”

“I’m coming over.”

She laughed, pulling her lower lip into her mouth, dragging her teeth on it. She put on the most teasing voice she could muster, “I can’t wait, Daddy.”

The anticipation began climbing in her lower stomach when she heard your low, wicked chuckle pour through the line.

“Good girl.”

Oh, it was going to be a good night.

Natasha barely had time to wash the blood off her mouth when your headlights flashed through the dark curtains of her house. Her thighs were already shaking, already fatigued from being so painfully clenched together as she tamped down her substantial arousal for the better part of two hours. She ran her fingers through her hair, taking a last minute check in the mirror when the doorknob turned.

She held her breath as the thrill of your nearness flooded through her. She was always excited to see you. Then you finally stepped through the doorway, and she was unaware of how unsteady her legs have been since you’ve been gone. How a slow, enduring coil that had been winding tighter and tighter suddenly released when she saw you.

Her breath left her in a rush, and she smiled at you as you met her eyes. You beamed, putting down your bag and stepping forward when you noticed that very new, very tight dress she was wearing. Dark grey, encasing her like a second skin, the fabric so thin that you could see the ripple of muscle in her thighs, and across her torso.

Natasha preened under your lascivious gaze, reading every thought, everything you wanted to do to her as it was being written all over your face. She gently pushed her hair over her shoulder, exposing the column of her neck, and that ocean of cool, creamy skin. No jewellery to interrupt the flow of the eye, to draw your attention to anywhere that wasn’t her. You watched as her breaths deepened in concealed excitement, and for a moment you were the predator and she was your prey.

As you took her in, openly admired her, all she could think about was how good your touch felt against her skin, and how she couldn’t wait for you to get your hands on her again, so she could drown in your caress, and lose herself in your ample, intoxicating affections. And no matter how good her skin felt under your grip, no matter the low blossoming excitement when goosebumps flourished on her skin at your touch, it always felt better when she was against your lips, against your mouth.

“I missed you, Daddy,” she whispered, a confession that had been simmering in her for hours, finally bubbling over.

That kindled something in you. Broke you from your trance and you met her eyes again. Her cheeks burned with arousal, and she fidgeted where she stood.

Nothing has ever had this effect on her. In over 500 years, nothing enchants her - possesses her - like you do.

“I missed you too. I’ve been thinking about you, baby.” You advanced, and that deep thrill in her core spiked.

She struggled to restrain herself, struggled to respond. Her voice was eluding her.

“What have you been thinking about?” she finally managed to rasp out.

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you. About how good you look when you’re bouncing on my lap.”

Nat ached so hard that it was almost painful, and she had the distinct feeling of emptiness between her thighs. Missing your length. Missing how perfectly you fit inside her. She swallowed, that familiar tension coiling tight in her gut. A warmth settled low, and she kept your gaze as steady as she could.

Until she noticed the telltale bulge under your jeans. It was ready and waiting for her beneath the fabric.

Her lips parted at the sight of it, a deep inhale building slow in her chest. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. She didn’t anticipate how badly she wanted it. How badly she wanted you.

…….

Two nights ago, you and Natasha didn’t even make it inside. You were standing outside her house, holding her leg up around your hip, your pants around your ankles, as you fucked her against the wall. Her arms wrapped like a vise around your shoulders, and her tongue was far down your throat as you thrusted frantic hips against her. She was whimpering at your appetence, your dominance, how you gripped her like there was nowhere you’d rather be, and nothing else you’d rather be doing.

Desperation escalated between you, the heat of your bodies pressed against each other in the cool night air. She remembered the thrill of it. The thrill of being caught. Of someone passing by and seeing you take her. Of someone knowing what you do to her, knowing that you own her, and she owns you.

She wanted them to see. She wanted them to see how good she was for you. How good she took your strap.

She remembered her high ascending, spilling over, and she pressed her mouth against yours hard, making you taste her orgasm, the way you made her feel. She remembered moaning into your mouth, clutching at your face so desperately as you made her cum around your cock.

The night didn’t end there.

…….

Your voice pulled her from her flashback.

You smirked at her. "I know that you're soaking through that pathetic excuse for underwear."

Her back straightened, and she flashed her teeth. "Who said I was wearing any?"

That perfectly aimed line did exactly what she wanted it to do. Your eyes darkened by shades, and you dragged them down from her face, to where her legs parted.

Her thighs flexed, heavy muscle clenching as you walked up to her. Her nerves were alight with excitement, every sense heightened as she tried to contain herself. To restrain what lurks. And soon, you were on her. Her legs parted on instinct, making space for you, letting you stake your claim on her body again, as you’ve done so many times already. In so many positions.

Strong hands reached down to cup her ass, and grip the considerable muscle, pulling her hips into you. You were teasing her. Making her chase your mouth. Making her grind her core on the strap concealed by your pants.

She was already hungry for it.

It was already too many seconds since you stepped through the door. It was too many hours since you last filled her. Too long since you pounded her into the mattress.

She was growing tired of the game.

….

2 years ago

The air was thick with spirits, and laughter, and cigarette smoke. Strobe lights and neon penetrated the darkness, and music pounded in her ears.

She remembers how oblivious you were. Sitting next to her in a grungy club, completely unaware of the fact that beneath that beautiful, soft pout, there were 2 inch fangs.

You didn't know that she could smell your blood as it rushed through your arteries. She could hear the sound of your heartbeat, of the way it picked up in pace when you looked at her. The way that despite the darkness of the room, she noticed every single detail on your face. Every detail down your neck.

You didn't even know creatures like her existed.

You were so naive. So delicious.

She couldn't wait to have you.

Her nails could be sharp, could slice into you, but she is a master of control. Of restraint. She rests her hand on your leg purposefully, gripping the heavy muscle and inching up, fragment by fragment to your upper thigh.

You followed the hand, and your heart pounded furiously. She was well aware. You made yourself look at her, and she poured desire into her expression.

"Take me home."

She knew this game too well.

…………

You couldn't help yourself. Her skin was an opiate against your lips, and she knew just how to combine the need and the pain to make you ravenous. You were starved for her, lips quivering with avarice.

She was pleading for your mouth, imploring for a taste of your tongue. And you granted it to her, slipping it between her lips and she sucked on you and moaned against you. Your reach descended, fingertips teasing low down that short, tight goddamn dress, and you slipped a bold hand between her legs.

Fuck, her arousal was dripping down her thighs.

You groaned at the feeling of it, and even more when she whined at your touch. You'd never wanted anyone more. Never wanted anything more than to make Natasha cum until her thighs were shaking and her voice was overused into nothing.

She clutched at your face with such desperation, grinding her front against the bulge of your strap hidden behind your pants. She was begging for it. Desperate for you. For that decadent, vulgar completion your strap offered.

She ran her hand down your shirt, hand flat against your stomach, instinct and hunger driving her direction. She found what she was looking for, fingers immediately gripping the dense length of the strap and enticing it from its concealment. You took her hands in yours, stilled their movement, and a low chuckle rumbled in your throat.

“Impatient thing, aren’t you, baby?”

“Shut up.”

Before you could retort, she pulled her hands from your grip, and was on her knees in front of you. Whatever you wanted to say died on your tongue. You don’t know how she kept eye contact with you as she undid your belt, giving you that look of pure wickedness, that corrupting, one-sided smile that could make you bring down the moon and give it to her. She knew what she was doing, too. Making a show of it. The teasing peek of her tongue through her teeth, before it slithered out, and wet those sinful, intoxicating lips.

Finally, she had the strap free, in her hands, and she kissed the tip of it. You didn’t know how your knees were still holding you up, but they did.

She took your strap into her mouth as far back as she could, her eyes twinkling like starlight from her position on her knees. You ran your fingers through her hair and she moaned for you, her hips starting a slow grind at your attention.

"You look so good like that, Nat."

Pointed nails dug into your thighs as she bobbed her head up and down the length of your strap, scraping down the back of your legs. She released it with a lewd pop, taking it in her hands, teasing, naughty, and slapped it on her tongue. You groaned, and that wicked smile returned on her face, the smirk of a woman who was getting exactly what she wanted.

You got her off her knees, and then, incensed in a moment of pure animal impetus, picked her up, and powerful legs immediately wrapped around your waist. She grabbed your face, kissing you, drinking your lust, and meeting your tongue with her own. With her arms wrapped around your shoulders, you pressed her back up against the wall, giving you leverage to position the toy that was in her mouth just seconds earlier.

“Do you like being a little tease, baby?”

Still supporting her with one hand, you took the other and rubbed the tip of the strap against her core, and her breath caught and fractured in her throat. She rolled her hips as hard as she could, anything to encourage your movement, anything to make you put it inside of her. Green irises blazed white-hot, boring into your eyes and she whispered against your lips.

“Please, Daddy. I’ll do anything. Just fuck me.”

Fuck, you could never say no to that.

“Is this what you want, baby?” You slapped the strap against her folds, and she winces and whines at its touch. "You think you deserve my cock?"

She whimpered, nails scraping through your shirt as she clutched at you.

"Yes, I fucking deserve it. Please-"

Without warning, a smirk plastered on your face and sated with her delicious begging, you slid the strap with tremendous ease into her, and she gasped against you, legs tightening like a vise around your hips. At your first thrust, her nails pressed harder and you heard the fabric of your shirt rip under her claws, but you were too occupied on the heaving breasts in front of you to care.

You craned your neck down, straining, desperate to bestow kisses onto her tits, and she pushed them up for you, as you licked and lathered the creamy, cool skin with your tongue. She mewled at the feeling of your mouth, overwhelmed with sensation, her whole body jerking with your thrusts, slow at first, and you switched your attentions to the side of her neck, licking up her throat, tasting the bare-metal hint of her sweat.

She was moaning now, whimpers from before stamped down to make room for the cresting pleasure in her dripping pussy. Your strap hammered in, deep, long strokes and Natasha couldn't hold on any tighter. She grabbed your face, wrenching you free from your attention on her neck and pressed her mouth onto yours, forcing her tongue between your lips.

Nat's moans muffled into your kiss, you held her tighter and thrusted harder, faster, till those moans turned into choked whines, and her body stiffened up, pussy clenching around your strap as you delivered her first orgasm. She released your mouth, pulling away in a silent scream, eyes shut tight as your thrusts started to slow.

"Fuck, baby," she hissed, kissing your shoulders and your neck, her legs relaxing by leagues as she panted.

"You took me so well, sweetheart," you whispered, holding her up again and walking her to bed.

You put her down on the bed gently, your precious thing, marvelling at the way her thighs shook, and the green returned to her eyes. She smirked at you as you undressed, moving to help you, but you laid a steady hand on her stomach.

"Oh no, love. You're going to get out of that tight little dress before I tear it off you. You don't want that, do you?"

She shook her head, obedient, and began to unzip the side of her dress as you had finally rid yourself of your own clothes.

You could see the anticipation in her fingers as they shivered, her eyes on you, watching your every movement, flicking between the mischievous grin that had found itself on your face, to the way the strap teased her as it sat attached to your hips.

Legs pressed against the mattress, you leaned forward, hovering over Natasha, both arms on either side of her. She held her breath, patient, waiting to see what you were going to do, eager to please. Eager to be used.

You bent lower, and pressed your lips to the skin between her breasts, kissing a line lower and lower until you were right above her mound. Her breaths were coming faster now, her hands clutching, knuckles white with her grip on the sheets. You looked up at her and tilted your head in faux question.

Her eyes flashed red, and you smirked.

"You know what I want, Y/N," she snarled, frustration swelling in her voice.

"And what's that?"

Defiance and need swirled in her eyes, and she raised her hand, reaching for you.

"To cum on your tongue."

Before you could respond, she clutched at you, grabbing your jaw, and you knew the powers had shifted in your encounter, as they always do. She held you firmly, demanding, and pushed you flat onto your back in the bed. Want is a powerful beast, and in Natasha, it was untenable. But God, you enjoyed it. You loved how much she wanted you. How much she desired you. How much you could see it in everything she did.

She loves you. So much so, that in the beginning, it scared you. But now, you’re drunk on her.

You grab at her hips, eager, excited, aching to put your mouth on her, and she glimmers at your anticipation. Straddling your torso, she inches up, and you can’t help the way your mouth waters. Your arms wrap around her thighs and you pull her down, so she can finally rest herself onto your mouth.

As soon as your tongue presses against her clit, she keens, and trembling fingers find purchase in your hair. Her hips buck wild, and your tongue flattens and rubs against sensitive flesh, too far gone to tease. Too hungry for dalliance. Your lips wrap around her clit and suck, gentle at first, and then harder, and she moans, eyes pinned shut, her body quaking above you. Strong hands steady her position and your eyes are locked onto that beautiful face, moaning against her pussy at the addictive, intoxicating taste of her.

“Right there,” she sobs out, and her hands grip harder in your hair, almost painful, as you continue your ministrations.

“Yes right there, Y/N, I’m going to cum,” she whines, and you feel the unmistakable twitching of her pussy against your tongue.

Nat’s body locks above you, her eyes blinking open and vermillion raging in her irises, and suddenly your tongue is covered in her, as she screams out. You chuckle against her core, and she moves downwards, bending at the waist so she can taste herself on your mouth. You happily oblige, and she smiles gently against your lips.

When she pulls away, she brings her thumb to your lips, and you kiss the digit, taking her hand in yours and bestowing another kiss on her soft, cool palm. She cups your face, inching down, and you know where she’s headed.

Holding herself up right above your strap, she keeps her gaze unwavering on yours, lining up the cock with her entrance. This woman was truly insatiable, you mused silently, smirking with wicked intention, and you moaned when she sank herself down onto you. Immediately you were aware of her cool, liquid arousal soaking onto your skin.

You reached for her, but she grabbed your hands and pressed them down above your head.

Her hips coiled and slammed down, over and over, too painfully slow for your liking.

You wanted to say something, but she beat you to it.

“You know that you belong to me?” she whispered.

Immediately, you nodded, avid and besotted. Yes, I belong to you.

Her head tilted, and a strange, disconcerting look crossed her face.

Natasha’s smile was different then.

There was something else rippling beneath the typical softness in her eyes. Something deep, and jagged. Something dark.

“I want you with me, always, Y/N.”

There was something about the way she pressed the word ‘always’ between her teeth. Sinking her fangs into it and bleeding it for every last drop of its meaning. You were mesmerized by her mouth when she said it, or when she said anything, honestly. But there was a strange undertone in this sound.

Always.

Always. Always. Always. Always. Always.

ALWAYS.

“I will be, babe, you know that.” You tried to appease her, to reassure her, but that glassy, distant look in her eyes focused on you. And hardened.

“Will you?” she asks. “Forever?”

You nod, sincerely, yes, but cautiously too. You’ve never seen this look on her face before. She studies you, and her mind turns and turns. You can’t tell what she’s thinking anymore. At this moment, she is a stranger to you.

A face of Natasha you do not know.

“How do you know that?”

Odd. Everything about this is odd. There was a misplaced causticity in the question. An undertone of veiled distress. You blink, try to find the right words in your mind, but you can tell that you’re taking too long for her to be satisfied.

Her head tilts, and you feel like you’ve failed to prove a very important point.

“Exactly,” she whispers, and the word skitters along your spine. “You don’t.”

She raises up, red hair falling down her naked chest. You never thought someone could look so intimidating while they were bare, but Natasha was a lot of firsts for you. She stares down at you, admiring your body, running her cool hands down your stomach. You feel a gentle tug on your strap as she sits herself down on your hips more comfortably.

She does not meet your eyes when she speaks next. It’s almost like she’s talking to herself.

“We have to make sure.”

You fight to understand. You don’t have the slightest idea what she means.

“Make sure of what, baby?”

She grips your sides, firmly, like she was about to tell you something consequential. Then when she looks at you, you realise that it is. It is very grave indeed.

“We have to make sure that you are gonna be with me forever.”

There was a haunting lilt to her voice, a wispy, lurking hiss that slithered into your mind. You chuckled awkwardly, a light sound, grating against the strange tension in the air. She smiled at you, her brow ticking up with cryptic amusement.

You decided to play along. Nervousness thundered through you, and the once delicious weight of her body sitting on your hips, paired with the grip of cold hands on your sides were beginning to feel heavier with every passing moment in the silence.

"How are we gonna do that?"

If you had blinked in that moment, you would have missed the almost indistinguishable flutter of her features. Her expression settled into a calm, gentle mask, and the iron hold on your sides released as she stroked her hands up to your chest, and across your shoulders.

"You're going to live forever. With me."

It took you a second.

Live forever.

Forever.

An echo, a gnawing thing, parasitic and invasive, found itself in your mind when she said it. Forever tasted the same way 'Always' tasted on your tongue. It only truly dawned on you when you saw that rogue ember of red spark in her eyes.

She was going to turn you.

You had never pondered the future of your relationship with Natasha. With this vampire that would possess and overtake you every night. And maybe that was to your own detriment. Where else would a love affair with an immortal predator go? Did you think she would just live with you until death and then move on to another love? Did you think the relationship would have fizzled before you even had the chance to find out?

Maybe this was your own fault. Being so goddamn reckless. Getting tangled into a vampire's web.

You try to plead, to convince her that you just want some time to think about it, but she just runs her thumb over your lips, and shushes you silently.

“We'll always be together, Y/N. It will be perfect. Just you and me, always.”

Her eyes ripple, pools of viridian green distorting and corrupting to a haunting, brilliant yellow.

That was a new colour on her, and suddenly your hair stood on end. Your gut began to roll and protest against whatever was about to happen, and an innate panic set in. You were going to become a vampire, whether you liked it or not.

And that yellow in her eyes, that burned so bright, blazed like the sun– you vaguely feel a sick familiarity in its hue. Your mind flashed back to months ago, you wanted to go see your friend Christine. Natasha wasn't having it.

You were adamant to see your friend. It had been months, maybe a year, since you last hung out. And it was innocent. But Natasha didn't like it.

I see the way she looks at you, she said. I trust you, I don't trust her.

You were ready to argue your point, to make her bend to this seemingly simple request, and you saw it then. A flicker of yellow in her eyes. You thought it was a trick of the light. A passing car. The TV.

And then suddenly, you changed your mind. In a split second, your solid decision didn't seem so solid anymore. You didn't really want to see Christine. You were just stir-crazy and needed to get out of the house. And Natasha smiled at your agreement.

But when you remember it now, it wasn't her usual smile. That gentle pull at the corner of those plump lips. This was different. A satisfactory gleam in her eye. Like she just accomplished something.

You see the look again now.

And that yellow drowned the green in her irises, flooding it completely. Her grip and press on your arms intensified like lead weights. You cannot move.

"Nat, please. Let's just think about this."

She tuts, as if you asked her the silliest question. "There's nothing to think about, sweet thing. You love me, don't you?"

You balk at her inference. "Of course I do, Nat. You know that."

"Don't you know I'm doing this for us?" Her brows knitted, and her eyes seemed to glisten on purpose.

Your choice, if you could call it that, slipped from your fingers.

"I- yes. I know you are, love."

Her expression changes like someone turned off a light switch, and her smile stretched across sharp teeth.

Suddenly, she is a predator.

A vampire.

And now you truly understand what that means.

You felt her shift above you, and she leaned forward. She brushes her tongue against your lips, and you can't believe you still give in to her mouth. Her tongue slipped between your lips, and you would never deny her a moan at the taste of it. She inched closer, her lips on yours as grinded against you, feeling the flex of those smooth, cool thighs as she rolled her hips, coating you in arousal, pumping down on your strap as it plunged in and out of her.

This was exciting her.

Her hair brushed against your shoulders, feather light, and everything of hers that touched you set you on fire. She intruded you and encompassed you, her whimper chasing the bite of your teeth on her lips. Your bodies rocked, entangled and entwined together in your bed, and your mind began to empty.

Her kiss was effortlessly comforting, and you suddenly started to forget what you were afraid of. All you were thinking of now was how badly you wanted her to cum again. You couldn’t think about anything else, until you realised that you had started to forget… almost everything. The kiss was a slow erasure, a treacherous sleight of hand as you abandon everything. Everything that wasn't her.

You want to be with her always.

ALWAYS.

The thought of that word started to uproot you from the moment. Ripping you out like a weed.

But every time you refocused on Natasha, paid attention to her on top of you as she rode harder, pulling away from your kiss for a moment so you would surrender to the amber in her eyes, your conscience wiped clean. How could you feel afraid about something that felt so good? Could you feel fear for enjoying her moan when your tongue brushed against hers? When you swallowed her every inhale and her nails pressed into the skin on your shoulder, pink crescents blooming on you every time they dug in harder. She bounced on your strap harder now, shaking the bed beneath you as she muffled her moans into your mouth.

“That’s it, baby. Make me cum for you.”

ALWAYS.

“Yes, Y/N, fuck…”

You felt her fangs as they grazed against your tongue.

No. This can't be happening.

ALWAYS.

"Just let me in, baby."

You felt afraid.

ALWAYS.

"Let me in."

FEAR

ALWAYS.

"Yes… that's it."

Love.

“You’re mine.”

LOVE.

WANTING.

NATASHA.

Always.

Your mind blanked for a split second, emotions dulled like a blanket of Novocaine. Your fear vanished, traceless, never there and nowhere to be found again. But your lust for Natasha, and the deep love, ever-pervading and transfixing, was being wrenched to the front of your mind, and suddenly… You knew nothing else. All you knew was Natasha. Your emotions amplified stronger and sharper than you've ever felt them, their vague shapes now a well defined form, specific and tangible.

Love and lust and wanting and eternity was all you felt and all you wanted to feel.

Everything you felt, smelled, tasted was her, the redheaded siren who was whimpering at your every touch, who was gripping your arms so hard that they bruised as she approached her orgasm, her hair wild across her chest. You were acutely aware of this brutal overtaking, and yet, you couldn’t get enough of it.

Natasha dominated your mind, and every thought now was red.

She gasped then, cumming all over your cock, her wetness dripping down your thighs and drenching the bed below you. A wicked chuckle fluttered in her chest.

"Mmmm… my sweet, sweet thing," she whispered, and your smile, intoxicated and hazy, widened at her words.

You were too out of it to notice her fangs lengthen.

Didn't know they were unsheathing from where they hid behind her soft, deceiving lips.

And then she bit you.

You felt the puncture in your artery, cold teeth piercing into your skin. You felt the heat of your blood pour from you, felt her lap at it with her tongue.

It was flooding the sheets.

And still, she was all you could think about.

She moaned at the taste of you, whimpering, her noises rumbling her fangs as they pushed deeper. Her hips started to pump onto your strap once more, hunger escalating, and you felt her wetness coat your lower stomach. She rolled your hips against you, pressing downwards, pushing your cock deeper and deeper. You heard the bed crack under her force.

Her moans muffled into your neck, as she stifled the sound and drank.

And drank.

Your hands grabbed onto handfuls of her ass, and you pressed her harder onto you. The sheets beneath you were soaking through, crimson dampness smearing onto your skin. You knew Natasha would lick you clean.

You could feel yourself draining. Feeling your head get lighter and lighter. She pulled off your neck for a moment, staring into your eyes.

"It'll be alright, my love. I love you so much, you're doing so well. You just need to rest."

You nodded and she kissed your mouth so tenderly that you couldn't take it. Her fingers threaded into your hair, and you tried your best to focus on her, only barely registering the way that crimson covered her mouth. Your eyes felt impossibly heavy.

"Just let it overtake you, baby. Mommy will take such good care of you."

She licked your lips, kissing your jaw, her eyes intently focusing on yours. The way they sparked red.

Your eyes finally closed, the last thing you saw was Natasha kissing your lips as you faded.

…..

In the slow blooming light, your body felt different. But that didn't matter as much as when Nat got out of bed, and you watched her hips sway, as she crossed the room to pull heavy metal shutters low.

You remember the way sunlight burned, reddening your skin for a split second before the sun was extinguished behind the shutters and the curtains. You remember the way the white sheets beneath you were now crimson, blood soaked.

Natasha returned to your arms, and you enveloped her, kissing soft red hair. She tucked her head under your chin, and held you tightly, nuzzling into your chest. The smell of jasmine and bergamot mixed pleasantly with the metallic tang of blood in the air.

You remember being able to feel Nat's heartbeat slow down as she relaxed her body atop you. You wrapped your arms tighter around her and she moaned gently in contentment.

“Mine,” she whispered.

You kissed her forehead.

"Always."

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Birthday Homage (Alexia Putellas x reader)

A/N: Here’s a little something in honour of Alexia’s birthday. I hope you guys like it.

4th February, the day you get to celebrate the life of your soul mate. If there is one person you are grateful for in this world, it is Alexia. From the day you met her you knew you were meant to have her in your life. Now 10 years later you thank the universe for that day. 

“Feliç Aniversari mi amor” you whisper into Alexia’s ear. 

The Catalonian sun had just started to peak through the blinds in your bedroom but the birthday girl showed no signs of waking up, she was way too comfy in your arms. 

“Alexia” you place a kiss to the soft spot behind her ear “it’s your birthday, time to wake up” 

A small groan let’s you know she is slowly waking up. Her hands move to squeeze yours, which are wrapped around her waist. 

“Bon día” she turns so that she is facing you. 

For a few seconds the two of you stay silent. It is something that happened in specific moments. You took the time to appreciate one another. 

“It’s my birthday” a small grin appears on Alexia’s face “and you have a game” the grin falters slightly. 

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"Why do I need a babysitter?!?! I'm 19!"

"Why do I need a babysitter?!?! I'm 19!" Tommy whines as he and his brother follow you and Wanda to the living room - after you opened the door for your neighbor, Agatha. 

“Agatha is not your babysitter, honey.” Wanda comments naturally, checking her documents inside her purse, and you smirk teasingly as you adjust your tie. “Yeah, she’s the jailer.”

The teasing makes the older woman chuckle lightly, and your two teenage sons roll their eyes. “Don’t give us that look, now.” Wanda scolds with a pointed look. “None of this would be happening if you hadn't messed up the last time your mother and I went out.”

“It was just a stupid party!” Tommy argues about the warzone he made on the house last time you and Wanda went out on a date night. Billy, by his side, crosses his arms. “And Tommy threw it, why am I being punished too?”

“It wasn’t a stupid party, you and your caveman friends turned the house upside down and almost broke your mom’s Hanukkah menorah. You know how important it is to her.” You rebuke him sternly, and the boy looks away in shame. “And you, young man, weren't home to keep an eye on your brother as we had discussed.”

“I was with Teddy, as I said I would.” Billy hits back, a bit annoyedly, and this time Wanda steps in. “You said you were going out with him, not that you were going to sleep at his place. We all know what that means and we didn’t have that conversation yet.”

“So what? You and mom slept together long before you were 19.” The boy's argument makes your wife look at you wide-eyed. “You told them about that?!” You stutter on your words for a while before giving up, pointing at the twins as you state, “I’m not the one in trouble here!”

“Right, right.” The redhead agrees, blinking to recollect her thoughts. “The mistakes your mother and I made are not the issue here. The point is that you lied to us. And you blew up our house.” She says as she points to each child, and Agatha steps in with an amused smile. “Therefore, the jailer.”

“Thanks again, Agatha.” You say with an honest smile, receiving one of her own as she shakes her hands dismissively. “Oh please, it's no problem at all. Besides, I love annoying teenagers.” Her last sentence is humorous and, as you and Wanda share a giggle, the boys share a disgruntled grumble.

“We should get going now, or we'll lose our reservation.” You comment as you check your wristwatch. “Of course.” Wanda says as she distractedly drapes the strap of her purse over her shoulder, casting the boys one last stern look as she says, “behave yourselves.”

“Goodbye.” You say in a sing-song voice, clearly having a good time with the situation. After saying goodbye to Agatha again, you and Wanda leave the house. And as you approach the car, you let out a teasing smile. “So, you think it was a mistake to sleep with me in high school?”

“Absolutely not.” She has a smirk on her lips as she answers easily, pulling you closer by the tie to kiss you on the lips. But before you can deepen the kiss, she is pulling away and moving to the passenger seat, and you catch yourself admiring her figure, wondering how the hell you’ll be able to survive dinner without touching her properly.

I'll be honest same here.

Ok so who wants to date me after the quarantine because if 2020 is the year it all goes up in flames I'd love to at least have a beautiful woman by my side with whom to watch the world burn

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