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Summary: Her entire life as a vampire, Reader has successfully drank animal blood to sustain herself. What happens when her body craves the blood of a particular witch?
Warnings: Blood (it's a vampire fic.. there's gonna be blood.), graphic violence, smut, angst/fluff, lil hurt/comfort, thigh riding, magic strap on, soul bond, all the vampire warning things.
Relationship: Wanda Maximoff x Vampire!Reader
A/N: this was an absolute brainrot fic that I wrote cause I was sleep deprived and horny.
Words: 8,925
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X--X--X--X--X
In all honesty, you could’ve been a lot nicer. You did need help after all. But you just had possibly the worst day of your “immortal” life.
Which led you to right now. Avengers Compound. The lounging room. With guns, repulsers, and… wiggly red fingers aimed at you.
“Wait, I come in peace!” You yelped, raising your hand and dropping the milkshake onto what is probably a pretty expensive rug.
“We just had that cleaned..” Black Widow mumbled to herself.
“You have five seconds. Explain.” Iron Man said, his repulsors charging up.
Your eyes widened as you looked at the repulsors on his hands “Wait, wait, five seconds is not nearly eno-“
“Three seconds.” He warned..
“I’m being hunted by the vampire hunter who killed all my family and friends, " you yelled, squeezing your eyes shut.
The silence and lack of pain implied either that you were atomised so quickly you didn’t even realise it.. or they didn’t shoot.
You braved to open one eye and were met with eyes filled with confusion, suspicion, and of course, Iron Man’s mask.
“You’re… a vampire?” Captain America asked hesitantly.
You nodded slowly, taking your time to lower your hands. You tensed at the feeling of someone’s consciousness against yours.
Your eyes flit to the Scarlet Witch, who was looking at you with a slight frown. You let out a soft sigh and lowered your mental barriers, allowing her to see.
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Your mothers’ 803rd wedding anniversary.
All the guests and friends.
The sole man dressed in all black.
The burning. The horrific smell and screams.
Both your moms staring at you, apologising as they pushed you off the cliff.
Your scream as the Ebony Blade cuts them both in half.
-
You blinked away the tears as the memory faded, only to find equally watery eyes right in front of you.
“She’s telling the truth. She’s not dangerous.. to us.” Wanda said, with a slight hoarseness in her voice.
You felt her hand gently squeeze your knee.
” I’m so sorry, sweetie.”
You don’t flinch at her voice in your head. It was the first nice thing anyone had said in the past seventy-two hours.
“This will be a fun dinner party.” You heard Tony’s voice, breaking the silence.
X—X—X—X—X
When Mr. Stark mentioned a dinner party, you should have expected this.
No, this was absolutely, one hundred per cent on you.
You stared at the tens of people in the hall. All of whom were either avengers or friends and family.
“Like the view, quackula?” Came Tony’s voice from behind.
You grimaced, “You do realise the last party I went to, everyone I love-loved ended up dead, right?”
Tony’s face fell.
“What..” He asked.
You frowned, “That dickbag hunter come to my moms’ wedding anniversary.”
He looked at you for a moment in disbelief before he turned around, muttering to himself.
“Goddamn witch and her silence treatment. FRIDAY, tell Happy to stop the guests from coming. Only Avengers. Yes. Ask them to come to the third-floor lounge.”
You looked at him, stunned, before calling out to him, “Wait. Mr. Stark- Mr. Stark?”
He was too far away for him to hear you, so you simply walked quickly and stood in front of him.
“Mr. Stark wa-“
“JESUS CHRIST, " he yelped, his eyes widening as he flinched backwards.
You frown, confused.
He rubbed his temples and took a deep breath.
“So I take it vampire speed is real.” He said, glaring at you.
You give him a sheepish nod. Honestly, being surrounded by vampires your whole life, you’d kind of forgotten humans can't do that.
“Also. Call me Tony.” He said as the two of you walked to the door. “Mr. Stark was my father. Plus, I’m sure you’re nearly as old as Sparkles.”
You give him a nervous laugh, “Actually, I-“
“Alright, here we go.” He interrupted, walking into the lounge.
You could feel yourself tense as you entered a room with fifteen or so people, all of whom stopped what they were doing to stare at you. Only to resume the conversations moments later.
You must have been standing at the entrance for too long because Wanda walked up to you and bumped her shoulder against yours.
“Hey.” She said softly.
You gave her an embarrassed smile.
“Hi.” You say with equal softness.
“Is it too much?” She asked.
You simply shake your head, “I’m just.. It’s been a few days.. Yet somehow, it feels both like it just happened and that it happened decades ago.”
She gave you an understanding nod, “I know what that’s like. It… doesn’t really change with time.. at least not for me.”
“Hey, quackula,” you hear Tony call you from the bar. “Want a Bloody Mary?”
You and Wanda burst into giggles as you walk to the bar.
“Quackula?” Wanda asked as the two of you sat on stools.
You shrugged, pulling your jeans up a little, exposing your socks that were covered in ducklings.
The laugh Wanda let out at the sight practically had you melting.
You needed to hear that laugh. For the rest of your hopefully very long life.
You saw a plate of canapés nearby and let out an excited squeal. Wanda looked at you, amused, and tried to follow your line of sight.
Her eyes widened as you disappeared right in front of her with a gust of wind, appearing in front of the poor, frightened server.
“Oh my god, can I have some, please?” You asked him excitedly.
“Y-yes ma’am..” He said, his hands trembling.
Your smile fell when you saw his terrified expression.
“Are you okay? Your heart’s beating really fast.” You ask, taking a step towards him, freezing when he takes a few steps back.
“I-Yes. I’m so sorry. I..” He stammers before letting out a whisper. “Please don’t eat me.”
Before you could react, you felt Natasha casually slide up next to you.
“You doing okay, Gibby?” She asked.
The man visibly relaxed at the sight of her, nodding as he let out a deep exhale.
“Why don’t you head to the bar, Gib?” The spy said, taking the plate from him with practised ease. “You’ve earned a drink.”
He nodded all too eagerly and scampered off.
You stare at the space where he was standing moments ago, your eyes looking far away. You’re only brought back to the present when you feel a hand on your shoulder.
Natasha looks at you with a gentle smile, the plate of Canapés in her hand.
“Want some?” She asks.
You take a deep breath in, not because you needed it, but because the simple act of breathing helped clear your mind.
You open your eyes and smile, nodding.
You grab one and are about to eat when you hear Sam Wilson’s voice.
“Wait, that has garlic.”
Natasha doesn’t move fast enough; you’ve already chomped down on a handful of them with a pleased expression.
Sam comes jogging up to you, ignoring the looks from strangers.
“Are you okay? That had garlic..” He said, concerned.
You look at him confused, “Yes..?”
He freezes for a second, “Is.. garlic not.. fatal?”
You tilt your head in confusion, “Like, am I allergic? No. I’m not really allergic to anything.”
“No, that’s not.. You know what, never mind.” He says, looking particularly embarrassed.
Natasha said nothing, watching the entire interaction with amusement.
The three of you continued to talk (you, in particular, asking about the Avengers) until Wanda joined the conversation.
“You forgot this,” Wanda said, holding a glass filled with a Bloody Mary.
You snickered, taking the drink into your hand and were about to take a sip when you noticed the three of them very obviously staring at you, or rather, your mouth.
Self-conscious, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.
“What?” You asked, eyes darting between the three of them. “Do I have something on my mouth?”
They had the decency to look embarrassed.
“It’s not that, kravyshka,” Wanda said, her ears burning.
You glanced at Natasha, who was looking at Wanda with a raised eyebrow and a teasing smirk.
“We.. We were wondering if you had fangs… like in the movies.” Wanda finished, her face pink.
You giggled, finding a flustered Wanda an adorable Wanda.
It wasn’t soon that the four of you were pulled into a circle where the game of truth and dare started.
You giggled, “I didn’t know Avengers played high school party games.”
Many cracked smiles at that.
“Alright, Quackula. Truth or dare? This game is for us to get to know you and you us.”
You smiled, “Truth.”
A few cheers were heard. Even Wanda smiled. Tony grinned satisfactorily.
“Alright then. A question everyone is dying to know. Do you, or vampires in general, consume blood?”
You nod immediately, “Yes. But, not human. Well, not unless they’re your.. partner.”
Tony looked intrigued. “Explain?”
Your eyes flitted to Wanda’s curious ones.
Clearing your throat, you began.
“Well.. you see, the thing is. We don’t really produce blood on our own. And we need it for.. actually, I’m not sure, cause it’s like some science and magic stuff, but basically we need blood to survive. But most of us use animal blood that’s delivered to us.”
You see some pouts and smile reassuringly,
“Don’t worry. These animals are having the time of their life. It’s like a blood donation from them. Enough that they don’t really feel it, but also we have plenty.
As for human blood.. well, I’ve been told consuming human blood has.. Um.. strong effects for both vampire and human. Our venom kind of creates.. um..”
You were definitely blushing right now, one glance at Wanda told you that she knew exactly what you were talking about.
“It’s like vampires in kingdom of immortal lovers..” Natasha asked.
You looked at her, stunned.
“By Ruby Roe?” She clarified.
You nodded slowly, gulping.
“Um.. yeah. Something like that.”
While some nodded in understanding (based on their smirks), the rest were left more confused than when the game started.
You cleared your throat, “Okay, um.. my turn.”
Your gaze automatically flits to Wanda.
“Wanda, truth or dare?” You ask gently.
Unbeknownst to the two of you, the rest of the group collectively rolled their eyes and smirked at the scene.
“Truth.” She said, not breaking eye contact.
You gulped again, feeling your face heat up at a simple glance.
“Um.. Are- are you single?” You ask, face practically on fire.
Your embarrassment flares exponentially when the group begins to laugh and whistle at your question.
Wanda gives you a smirk as she nods, “Yep. I am not currently in a relationship.”
“Good to know.” You whisper, staring down at your now-empty plate of what used to have canapés.
The game continued, Wanda asking Sam, Sam daring Steve, Steve daring Tony, Tony asking Bruce, Bruce asking Natasha, Natasha daring Sam.
When Sam’s dare of giving the ex-winter soldier a lap dance ended, he sat back on the couch and looked at you with a smirk.
“Dare or dare?” He asked you.
You giggled, pretending to think.
“I guess dare?” You say teasingly.
“Fangs,” he said confidently. “Show ‘em.”
If you weren’t embarrassed before, you certainly were now.
“I.. I can't.” You said.
Bruce frowned. “Do vampires not have fangs?”
You nodded, “They do... but um... they’re hard to control if you don’t have experience.”
“What do you mean by experience?” Steve asked in a polite tone.
“So the thing is, you have to be over three hundred to be able to control your fangs properly…”
Natasha leaned forward, intrigued. “How old are you, then?”
You smiled sweetly, “I turned twenty-six two months ago.”
“Oh my god, you’re a baby,” Tony said, shocked.
You snorted, “Technically, I’m a legal adult.”
“Barely,” Steve said, frowning.
“Okay, okay, but we still want to see the fangs,” Sam said, his smirk remaining the entire time.
You looked at him confused, “but.. I can't control them.”
“That’s okay, when do they come out naturally?” Bruce asked inquisitively.
“Oh, um, when things get intense, like anger, near-starvation, and um… yeah, that’s it”, you said, cutting yourself off.
Natasha raised an eyebrow.
“You sure that’s all?” She asked teasingly.
You nodded frantically, “Yep. That’s it. Starving and Angry.”
The spy hummed, her eyes twinkling.
“Wanda, Sam, come here for a second.” She says.
The two walk to her, intrigued. They huddle together before Wanda pauses for a second and turns to you.
You were innocently sipping your Bloody Mary (which annoyingly didn’t have blood or alcohol) when she called out to you.
“Detka, you wouldn’t happen to have super hearing, would you?” She asks sweetly.
You should probably have applied more sunblock to your face, considering how much it was heating up.
“Um.. maybe?” You say shyly.
“Hmm. Just to be safe, then.” She turns, linking Natasha and Sam telepathically to her.
They discussed for a moment before Wanda let out a chuckle, looking at you with a smirk.
Your curiosity got the best of you, and you leaned towards Bucky, who was initially suspicious, but seemed to have changed his mind once you gave your age.
“What do you think they’re talking about?” You whispered to him.
He looked at you, huffing out a breath with a slight smirk. “Guess we’ll find out soon enough, kiddo.”
You sat back, pouting.
”Patience, detka. We’re almost done.”
Hearing Wanda’s voice in your head nearly made you jump. When you glanced at her, the look she gave you made your tummy flutter and something.. deeper inside you tingle.
The conversation was apparently over because the three nodded and sat back in their seats, except for Wanda, who began walking over to you.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Sam announced theatrically, “Who’s ready to potentially see vampire fangs?”
You frown, about to call out, but that’s when Wanda sits beside you.
“Detka,” she says softly. “I’d like to kiss your cheek and maybe your neck if that’s okay with you?”
You had to wait. You told yourself you had to wait long enough that you didn’t seem desperate. Given Wanda’s smirk at your frantic nodding, it didn’t work.
Your eyes flit nervously to the group, only to find all of them smirking and cupping their hands over their eyes.
All except for Natasha, who was smirking at you, arms folded over her chest.
“You ready?” Wanda asked softly.
“Yes, please.” You breathed.
“Good girl.” She said with a smile, leaning in and placing her lips gently on your cheek.
It was a good thing you were sitting because the mere feeling of Wanda’s lips on your skin sent a shockwave down your body, making your legs and most of your body feel like jelly.
She placed her hand on your thigh for balance as she proceeded to make her way down to your neck. The goosebumps that made their way across your skin left tingles in their wake.
When Wanda’s lips brushed against a particular spot on your neck, you inhaled sharply, chastising yourself since you didn’t even need to breathe.
Wanda seemed to appreciate the sound because her grip on your thigh tightened, and she bit that area lightly, making you gasp.
It was enough to make your insides clench and feel a sudden burst of pressure on your gums.
Wanda must have felt you tense because she pulled back, almost pulling a whine from you with her.
Her eyes flitted down to your open mouth, her gaze darkening as she let out a slow, breathy ’fuck’.
You stared at her, unaware of anything other than her. The sweet vanilla perfume. The thrumming of her pulse. The sound of her heartbeat made you dizzy. You could feel it. The hunger. Not just for blood. For Wanda.
The movement of Wanda’s lips brought you back to the present.
“..me? Detka?” She said softly.
You blinked a few times before returning your gaze to her.
“You okay?” She asked softly.
You tried to give a reassuring smile but winced when your fangs cut through your lower lip.
A whistle made you look around.
“Those babies are sharp”, Sam commented.
You licked the blood off your lower lip, the wounds healing within seconds.
“When will they retract?” Bucky asked, concerned.
You gestured ‘around five minutes’ with your hand.
You turned to Wanda and froze; her heated gaze was locked on your lower lip, where your tongue had been seconds ago.
You reached for Wanda’s hand, snapping her out of her daze and looking at you with a reassuring smile.
She sat beside you, making you hyper aware of every point of contact as the next round of the game continued.
Eventually, you took out your phone and began scrolling through the food delivery app.
“Hey, Mr. St- Um, Tony. What should I put in for this place's address? I need to order food.” You said.
Tony frowned, “We have a fully stocked pantry here, why- oh.”
You nodded, “Yep.” You said, popping the P.
“Wait, you can order blood from your phone?” Steve asked, intrigued.
You nodded, “Yeah, there’s an app for it.”
“What’s it called? The app?” He asked.
“Uh.. Uber Eats..” You said, confused.
“They give blood??” Sam asked, laughing.
You nodded sheepishly, thanking Tony when he gave you the address.
When the blood arrived, you were grateful nobody was staring at you directly, even though you knew everyone’s attention was on you.
The blood had been delivered in a flask, and you were currently making a proper Bloody Mary.
You had made two glasses worth and were walking back to the couch. Wanda smiled at you as you sat down and eyed the two glasses with intrigue.
“You wanna try?” You offered the first glass.
She hesitated before nodding.
“What should I expect? What kind of.. blood is in it? What does it taste like?” She asked, looking at you nervously.
“It won’t taste bad.” You promised, “I asked for pig’s blood from one that had been fed honey-based treats. So the blood itself should be sweet. Although you shouldn’t be able to really taste the blood since your palate isn’t built for it.”
Wanda nodded, breathing deeply and then took a sip.
You looked around to see that the small group was staring at Wanda, waiting for a reaction.
The witch’s eyebrows shot up, and she gulped.
“Well..? How was it?” Natasha asked.
“It was.. sweet.” Wanda said, “Like.. It just tasted like a slightly sweeter Bloody Mary.”
She turned to you, eyes wide. “Wait, does this mean I could be turning into a vampire?”
You giggled, shaking your head.
“No, Wanda. It just means I’m an amazing mixologist.”
Wanda gave you a shy smile and nodded, “Right.”
“Okay. Witchy is alive.” Tony declared, then eyed the drink. “Hand it over. I want to have a go.”
It was a good thing you made a spare because it turned out that everybody wanted to try the vampire diet.
When the glass was returned to you, it was almost empty, and you hadn’t even begun. There was a strange hunger in you that you didn’t want to risk expanding.
You took a sip and hummed at the rich flavour that exploded on your tongue only for it to dissapate fairly quickly.
You frowned, finished the drink and drank the second glass. The hunger wasn’t abated.
“Is something wrong?” Wanda asked.
“I’m.. not sure. I think so?” You said hesitantly, downing the second drink too.
“What is it, detka?” Wanda asked, placing her hand on your thigh.
You tensed as the hunger intensified, the sound of Wanda’s pulse got louder, and her scent became stronger.
Oh.
X—X—X—X—X
It had been three weeks since the party. Three weeks of avoiding Wanda Maximoff. The moment you figured out that she was the source of your hunger, you stood up and said you had to head in for the night.
You had been consuming ordered blood almost as often as humans drank water. Which is to say, nearly every other hour or so.
It came to the point that by the seventh day, Tony had spoken to the company that sourced the blood and gotten a weekly shipment of a truck full of blood.
You knew Wanda knew you were avoiding her. You weren’t subtle about it. You would use your speed to run off the moment she entered the room. It made training an embarrassing affair.
Speaking of, that was another thing you started. Physical training. While you were leagues and bounds ahead of even the super soldiers, you were simply a 26-year-old girl by vampire standards.
Since nobody currently on the team (except the Hulk) could match your speed and strength, Tony had suggested using hard-light holograms and the Iron Legion for your sparring while Natasha worked on your actual stances and form.
Meanwhile, Bruce and Tony had been gathering information about vampires from you that was necessary.
-
Sun? Manageable with sunblock. Won’t die, but you get sunburn pretty easily.
Garlic? Tasty.
Stake to the heart? Hurts like a bitch but not fatal.
Decapitation? Surprisingly, not fatal.
Thrown into the sun? Well, who wouldn’t that kill.. not vampires, but still not recommended.
Healing factor? Near instantaneous.
Holy Water? Yeah no.
Silver bullet? Hurts as much as a lead one.
Heart? Stopped beating at twenty-three.
For all intents and purposes, vampires were immortal unless facing particular magic or cursed weapons.
-
You were smiling at Natasha, who was telling you about how Bruce used some of the thicker blood in the fridge instead of ketchup and not realising it as he ate his fries. In his defence, his return from the Hulk transformation always left him in a terrible state. Since then, despite everyone’s insistence, you started keeping the blood in your brand-new room’s pantry.
You thought you were getting better at hiding. Given that Wanda was knocking on your door at 3 a.m. proved otherwise.
By the sound of the witch’s heartbeat, you could tell she was feeling some kind of intense emotion. Given your behaviour, you were pretty sure it was frustration.
You barely opened the door when Wanda stormed in and sat on your bed, wearing an oversized tee and distractingly short shorts.
“Explain,” Wanda demanded, folding her arms.
You gulped. Grabbing a bottle of sleeping cow’s blood to calm your undead nerves and stave your hunger, you sat down on the other side of the room.
“The letter-“ you began.
“Yes, yes,” Wanda said impatiently, summoning the letter in her hand.
“Dear Wanda,” she began reading aloud.
“I know you must be wondering about the reason behind my absence. I know it must feel like I’m avoiding you.
That’s because I am
The reason is that I am undergoing some vampire stuff that makes me a danger to you. I promise you, I do not feel any negative emotion towards you. I simply need to figure out a way to cope with what's going on with me. Once that is done. I promise to spend as much time as I, and hopefully you, want to with each other.
Thank you for understanding <3”
You look at her confused, “Which part of that was not un-“
“All of it,” Wanda complained.
She took a deep breath and looked at you, her expression softening.
“Sweetie, I need you to tell me if I am hurting you in some way.” She pleads.
“N-No, it’s not that..” You stammer.
“Then what?” She asks, desperation lacing her tone.
“I crave you..” You said, finally breaking.
Wanda froze, “W-what?”
You sighed, using your vampire speed to sit next to her. You place your trembling hand on hers.
“I.. crave you, Wanda. Ever since the party.. My body.. it feels this.. hunger that I can't extinguish no matter how much blood I consume..”
You look at her with a helpless expression, then run your hands through your hair and stare at the ground.
“Then take it.”
Your head snaps to her, eyes wide.
“Take it.” She repeats, “Drink my blood. Cause that craving? I feel it too.”
You shake your head, “No, Wa-“
“Do you like me?” She asks, grabbing your hands and pulling you closer.
You nod, your gaze flitting to her lips and back to her stunning eyes.
“Do you want me?” She whispers, leaning infinitely closer to your face.
“More than you could fathom.” You whisper back, her face so close that you could feel her breath on your skin.
“Then take my blood, detka.
She could feel you stiffen.
You let out a sigh, resting your forehead on hers.
“It’s not that simple… if.. if I were to drink your blood, it would bond me to you.” You whispered, your voice cracking. “I.. I would be bonded to you forever. Animal blood wouldn’t work anymore. I would be yours for the rest of eternity.”
“How can you be sure?” She whispered.
“Because,” you said with a sad smile. “That’s how it was for my moms.”
X—X—X—X—X
“So… you ready for your first mission?” Natasha asks you, sitting beside you on the quinjet.
It had been a little over a month since the party. A few days since the confession and the decision that you and Wanda would take it slow. Very slow.
You nodded, looking at the ground through the window.
A simple mission. ‘A girls' trip’, as Natasha called it. Just you, Wanda, and Natasha. The three of you were meant to enter the Hydra base, collect information, and destroy it.
To be honest, it was more of a test for you. Since the vampire hunter hadn’t surfaced for a month, it was kept on the back burner.
You were sipping on your third bottle of blood. At this point, you didn’t care about the flavour. Wanda looked at you and gave you a sad smile, one you reciprocated.
When the quinjet began to creak as it landed, you had to cover your ears. It was when Natasha turned the Quinjet off that you were able to let out a sigh of relief.
Natasha gave you a sympathetic look, “I’ll ask Tony to make you some vampire-grade noise-cancelling headphones when we get back, okay?” She said comfortingly.
You nodded, standing up and stretching a little as you admired your ‘superhero outfit’.
Given Tony’s sense of humour, he gave you an outfit similar to Wanda’s. The difference was that it was (to Wanda’s annoyance) far less booby and completely black with blood red accents. On your sternum was a ruby red symbol of vampire fangs.
“Nice costume,” Wanda commented, appreciating how the fabric hugged your figure.
You simply blushed, giving a soft thanks and practically ran outside the quinjet.
In hindsight, it was a good thing that you were the first one out because the bullet that ripped through your abdomen would’ve proven fatal to the other two.
“OW.” You yelled, falling to your knees.
“Detka!” You heard Wanda cry out, running to you.
“FRIDAY, barricade!” You yelled as you watched the bulletproof door of the quinjet slam shut.
You stood, the bullet popping out as the wound healed itself. You barely made it another step when another one pierced your shoulder, ripping chunks of flesh as it went through you.
Growling, you used your vampire senses to find the shooter, spotting him almost immediately.
He may have been wearing white to match the snow, but you could smell him from a mile away. That and the smell of gunpowder clung to him.
You sped to him, not giving him time to react, and punched him in the face, just as Natasha had taught you.
You hadn’t, however, accounted for your vampiric strength. Eyes widening as your fist simply went through his face, splattering blood and brain on the tree behind.
The sight of his blood on your hand made you freeze. Then, the smell hit you. Your vision blurred, and your knees buckled as ravenous hunger shot through your body, your fangs pushing out.
You didn’t move when the door of the quinjet blasted open, standing unnaturally still. You didn’t move when you heard Wanda call your name, nor when she ran up to you.
“Oh.. detka, I’m so sorry.” She said as she took in the sight before her, kneeling in front of you.
“I-I killed him..” You whispered. “I didn’t mean to.”
Your eyes moved to Wanda’s sympathetic ones.
“I didn’t mean to.” You repeated, your tone more frantic. “Wanda, I swear I didn’t mean to kill him. I was just doing what Natasha- I-oh my god I’m going to be sick.”
You ripped yourself away from Wanda, standing a little ways away as you once again fell to your knees.
You heaved, nothing coming out.
“Baby.. I believe you. I promise.” Said the witch, gently caressing your back.
“I’m sorry..” You said between heaves. “The smell..”
Wand immediately knelt next to you, put a hand on your shoulder. From the corner of your eye, you saw a red bubble form around the two of you, and the scents and sounds of outside the bubble vanished.
Simultaneously, the blood and brain matter on your hand burned away, leaving you as fresh as when you stepped out.
You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to feel Wanda’s embrace, her scent, the feel of her pulse under your fingers. Your mouth watered as you inhaled deeply.
“…Detka, I need you to open your eyes,” Wanda said, her voice a lot closer than you previously heard.
When you did, you realised that Wanda was in your arms, your face was nuzzling her neck, nose millimetres from her pulse point.
You yanked yourself back, scrambling to get away. Wanda slowly approached you, her voice more reassuring than anything.
“You’re okay krasyvaya. I promise. You didn’t do anything wrong. Then or now. I could have pushed you away if I wanted.” She said gently.
You nodded, forcibly trying to retract your fangs but whining when they refused to budge.
“I know, detka. Give it time, okay?” She says gently, caressing your knuckles.
You nod again, and the two of you walk back to the quinjet where Natasha stands, waiting.
“You okay, utyónok? (Duckling)” Natasha asked, frowning as she took in your demeanour.
You nod, “I, uh.. I accidentally killed the guy who shot at us.”
“Ah, I see.” She says in understanding.
The spy approached you and gently held your hand.
“I know you don’t need to, but I want you to breathe with me and repeat what I say, okay?” She says.
You nod and mimic her breath.
“I am safe.”
“I am safe.”
“It was an accident.”
“I-It was.. an ac-accident.”
“I am okay.”
“I am okay.”
“I am loved.”
“…I.. I am loved.”
Nat smiles as the two of you finish.
“Now,” she says gently. “Would you like to stay, or are you okay to continue?”
Your eyes flit to Wanda, who simply gives you a comforting smile.
“I’d like to continue.. um.. just.. can we avoid the blood? It.. It makes me feel a little weird right now.” You say hesitantly.
The two women nod.
“Of course, utyónok,” Natasha says reassuringly.
-
Turns out, the Hydra base had been expecting the three of you. There were twice as many guards as initially intended.
The scene was a hailstorm of bullets, magic shots, punches and sirens. In the midst of it all, you ran as fast as you could, grabbing guns and weapons away from unsuspecting agents and pushing aggressors as gently as you could. Even though they still flew backwards and hit the wall, crumpling to the ground completely unconscious, they were alive.
Somehow, the three of you made it to the main room to gather intel unharmed. You and Wanda stayed near the door while Natasha accessed the mainframe.
“So, how are you finding this mission so far?” Wanda asked, eyes monitoring the corridor.
Your gaze flicked to her before returning to monitoring.
“The beginning was a little rough..”
You bumped your shoulder with hers.
“…But I’m enjoying it now.” You said with a smile.
“How’s the hunger?” She asked softly.
Your smile faded. You could feel your veins screaming at you, tightening at the lack of blood.
“Much more than before.” You admitted.
“Well, at least you’re not hungry enough to fang out.” She supplied.
You smirked, “It’ll take a lot more for me to ‘fang out’ than this level of hunger… although I’m getting a little too close to it for comfort.”
Wanda looks at you, reflecting your smirk.
“I’m considering making you fang out for completely different reasons.” She said huskily.
You snapped your head to her, the hunger in your expression nearly made the witch falter.
“If you two are done flirting, how about we get out of here?” Natasha asked right behind you, making the two of you jump.
You nodded sheepishly. Your face fell when you were about to move. Taking a sharp sniff, you began coughing.
“Trouble?” Natasha asked, taking her guns out of the holster.
“Yes. Different.. Weird.” You said, exhaling sharply from your nose so the scent doesn’t linger.
“Enhanced?” Wanda asked, summoning her magic. “Must be because I can’t sense anybody.”
You shrugged, trying not to get distracted by a magic-wielding Wanda. “I can't tell the specifics. I just know there’s a handful of.. things nearby.”
The three of you cautiously made your way out of the suspiciously empty building. Even the unconscious people were nowhere to be found. Natasha stated that whatever was waiting for them must be outside, perhaps even near the quinjet.
Given that you were more durable than the other two, you opted to open the door. The only reason Wanda was okay with it was because you agreed to her using a magic shield just in case.
When you kicked the door open, you saw three men standing there, two of whom were holding what appeared to be unusual guns.
You got into a fight position, but none of them moved. You could feel Wanda linked to your consciousness, allowing her to see what you were seeing.
The man in the centre began to move his hands, making weird symbols appear. You were confused before Wand and Natasha burst past you, pushing you out of the way.
“Detka, Watch out!” Wanda said before the symbols the man was conjuring exploded, creating a shockwave that echoed around all of you.
“No magic, Scarlet Witch.” The man sneered.
The man on the right fired thrice, shooting a weird device that attached to your neck. The man on the left holding a shotgun aimed at you, hitting you dead centre in the chest.
You collapsed on the ground in pain, writhing in pain. The collars began beeping on you and Wanda.
“No more enhanced powers, mutants”, the man spat.
Natasha was fighting another man, they seemed evenly matched to the point that Natasha couldn’t fire her guns even if she wanted to.
That was when the man in the middle took out a remote and pressed a few buttons. Natasha and Wanda crumpled, and you felt electricity coursing through your body.
“Toss them into the truck.”
The bigger guy walked to you, ignoring Wanda. The witch grabbed his ankle, attempting to stop him from reaching you.
“Get off me, Mutie.” He snarled, kicked her in the face and broke her nose.
Then the smell hit you. What you had been craving for a month now. Wanda’s blood.
The feeling was unlike any you had ever experienced. Rage and hunger overcame you, but instead of clouding your vision, it sharpened it.
You stood up, glaring at the man. Your fangs announced themselves as you snarled at him.
“What the fuck are you?” He said, shocked, pulling out a remote and increasing the intensity of the electricity on your collar.
You glared at him, unflinching. Reaching for the collar, you grabbed it with one hand and pulled. The metal warped and snapped with little to no effort.
“That shouldn’t be possible.” He breathed. He turned to aim the remote at Wanda but found you standing right in front of him.
“GET AWAY FROM ME!” He shrieked.
You grabbed his wrist, hard. You ignored the sound of his yells and his bones cracking under your fingertips.
“Shut up.” You growl, ignoring your fangs cutting into your lips and claw at him, ripping his head from his body.
You heard his teammates approach.
“Hey what the fuck..” Said one guy, looking at two passed-out women and a headless friend.
His eyes widen as he registers what’s going on, but it's too late. Before he could blink, you were behind him, your fist poking through his chest.
You let out another snarl as you ripped him in half. The scent of their blood no longer fazed you.
Once you disposed of the last man, you sped your way to Natasha, who was breathing heavily, trying to move but unable to because of the collar.
You use both your hands to rip the collar off and let her gasp for breath. When she looked at you, her eyes widened.
“Utyónok (duckling).. are you..” She breathed.
“I’m okay,” you reassured, your voice tense.
She nodded, exhaling in relief.
“Natasha.. I.. I need you to free Wanda. I can’t.. her blood.” You strained, your muscles taut.
Natasha nodded, scrambling to stand.
“Yes, of course. It’s okay. How about you go to the quinjet? I’ll bring her.” She suggested.
You speed off without a word, reaching the quinjet. You stare at your blood-soaked reflection, watching your hands. They’re perfectly still. But your head? It’s screaming.
Your hunger is pulsating, your veins constricting. After changing and wiping off the blood, you began drinking all of the blood storage in the quinjet. Including the emergency stash.
That’s when you heard FRIDAY’s voice.
Mr. Stark wishes to speak with you. May I let him through?
When you give the affirmative, you hear his voice through the speakers.
“Hey kiddo,” he says casually. “Nat just told me what happened. Wanda’s okay, the collar just knocked her out, okay?”
You feel your body sag in relief.
“Thank you, Tony..” You whisper.
“Don’t worry about it, kid. Now tell me about you, Nat said that you were hungry?”
You nodded, “Yeah, it's.. I’m craving, um, human blood. It’s..”
You cut off, another pulse of hunger.
“It’s really strong, Mr. Stark.” You whisper, gritting your teeth.
“Hey, do you remember the contingencies we kept in place for occasions like this?” He asked suddenly.
You nodded before realising he couldn’t see you. “Um.. yes, sorry.”
“Alright, so Bruce kept an emergency sedative that should keep you calm for a few hours. Once you come back, we’ll set up a quarantine for a few days, okay?”
You take out the syringe and plunge it into your chest. The effect was immediate; your hunger abated, but nowhere nearly enough.
You began to tremble, “Tony, it-it’s not working. I.. I’m still hungry..”
You hear him swear under his breath, “Fuck okay. Natasha and Wanda are almost there. Do you think you’ll be okay with Wanda in the quinjet with you?”
“I-I think so.. It’s just three hours, right?” You ask timidly.
You hear him huff out a laugh.
“I think we can do better than that, kiddo. The quinjet can go hypersonic, so you should be home in a little over an hour.”
“Okay..” You said, holding yourself still.
“Thank you, Tony,” you whispered, “And I’m really sorry.”
“No need for apologies. Trust me, you’re a delight to have around.. unlike the big guy here.”
You hear some scuffling before you hear Bruce’s voice.
“Hey, kid.” He says.
You’re about to say hi, but Wanda and Natasha enter the quinjet at that moment, the witch’s scent making you freeze.
You were so focused on Wanda that you didn’t hear Bruce or Natasha calling you for almost an entire minute.
When you do snap out of it, you turn to Natasha.
“I need you to restrain me.” You tell her honestly.
Natasha blinks, nodding.
While she searched for high-strength tension cables, you saw red mist surround you, binding your hands and feet.
“Only I get to tie you up, detka”
Your head jerked to where Wanda was sitting. She looked at you with a dark gaze.
“I’m sorry for running away..” you think.
Her face softens, ”I know why you did it, baby. I understand. How can I help?”
You try to shrug, but her binds keep you in place. Despite the situation, you can’t help but feel a spark of thrill at the act. The same thrill intensified your hunger tenfold.
When your fangs made their appearance, Wanda looked at you sadly.
“Wanda..” You gritted out. “I need you to-“
“I know, detka.” She said softly, walking to you and cupping your face. “Rest now.”
You closed your eyes and passed out as the scent of vanilla took over your senses.
X—X—X—X—X
Two days. Two. Fucking. Days. You finished a month’s worth of blood in 48 hours.
Your quarantine was meant to be a day long, but with your hunger unable to be satiated, you decided to extend it.
It was late at night when you finished the supply in your room, sighing to yourself. You needed more.
The only reason you risked going to the pantry in the kitchen was because everyone was out, either on a mission or at a party.
You could not have been more wrong. You took one step into the kitchen and found Tony, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, and Wanda.
Oh god.
Wanda called out to you, but it was too late; you had rushed back to your room, closed the door and went to the farthest corner of the room possible.
There was a knock on the door, the sound making you flinch. You knew who it was. Of course you did.
You didn’t need to open the door, Scarlet Magic encased it, and Wanda just walked through it.
“Wanda, you-“ you pleaded.
“Okay, sweetie. I need you to listen to me, okay?” She said, slowly taking a step further.
You nodded slowly.
She sighed in relief. “Okay, whatever is going on with you. I can no longer just sit and watch. If you need my blood, then take it. I promise you it’s okay.”
“But-“
“No buts.” Wanda insisted.
She floated to you, sitting on your lap. She let out a sharp inhale when you grabbed her waist.
“You’re my good girl, aren't you?” She asked huskily, leaning closer to your face.
You nodded, eyes flickering to her lips and back.
“Then drink.” She whispered.
You frowned, freezing when the scent of her blood hit you. She raised her hand, a cut on her palm, a few droplets of blood made their way down her wrist.
Unlike before, you barely felt your fangs protrude, eyes glued to the claret drops. You looked at her once to make sure she was certain.
She brought her palm closer to your mouth. If you weren’t drooling before, you certainly are now. You gently held her arm with shaking hands and brought your mouth closer.
“Do it,” she breathed. “Please..”
You licked the drop of blood tentatively.
The effect was immediate.
Flavour bursts on your tongue. The very essence of Wanda made its way into your system, making you practically euphoric.
You let out a moan, licking up the droplets and began sucking from the source. You heard Wanda’s breathy whimper, her pants, her pounding heart.
You looked into her eyes as you licked the wound, your body buzzing and heating up underneath hers.
Wanda was similarly affected. The sight of you tasting her blood turned her on to no end. And when your tongue touched the entrance of the wound, a shockwave of pleasure echoed through her, making her arch her back.
Wanda looked at you with hooded eyes as she felt her insides clench around nothing.
“Baby,” she panted. “I need you.. now.”
You nodded frantically, cupping her face and kissing her hard.
It was everything you dreamed it would be. Wanda’s hands went into your hair, gripping tight, making you moan.
You felt your body heat up; your core fluttered as Wanda’s blood spread through your system. You felt her begin to grind on your thigh, groaning in frustration when she wasn’t able to get enough friction.
“Clothes,” she gasped, as you kissed your way down her neck. Her head lolled back when you kissed her pulse point. “Off. Now.”
You didn’t need to be told twice; with little to no patience, you grabbed her t-shirt and pulled, easily ripping the fabric. Her jeans and underwear received the same punishment.
You gasped when you felt her core directly on your thigh. The sneaky witch had poofed your clothes away at the same time.
You grabbed her hips and began moving her back and forth against your thigh. Your core clenched when she gasped out an ‘oh fuck’.
Her hands moved to grip your shoulder as you continued kissing down her neck, across her clavicle.
“Baby.. fuck” she whimpered when you flicked your tongue against her nipple.
You sped up the movement of her hips, making her cry out and arch her back.
“Fuck,” she moaned. “That feels so good, don’t stop.”
Mindful of your fangs, you began flicking your tongue against her hard nipple. Groaning at how much of a mess the witch was making on your thigh.
“Can I go faster?” You asked affectedly.
She nodded, her head falling on your shoulder, crying out a long moan when you increased to an almost superhuman pace. With how wet she was, you didn’t need to worry about her getting hurt.
“Baby- fuck.. fuck.. I-oh my god… I-I’m close.” She panted between moans.
Your mouth began working on the other nipple as you kept up the pace, her moans increasing in pitch and frequency.
“Fuck fuck fuck Imgonnacum oh fuck baby baby” she cried out, her hands gripping your shoulder so tight they would have pierced the skin had you been human.
You stop your assault on her nipple for a moment so you can whisper in her ear,
“Cum for me, Wanda.”
Wanda tenses, her mouth open in a silent moan as her orgasm crashes into her.
The witch’s eyes roll back as you slow down the movement of her hips, making sure you don’t completely stop to prolong her orgasm.
She jerks forward with a gasp as she suddenly becomes oversensitive, her legs shaking with effort.
She collapses onto the bed, panting, giggling.
“You’re still hungry, aren't you?” She asked with a smirk.
You nodded wordlessly, now that you’d tasted Wanda’s blood. You knew instinctively that no other blood on the planet would do it for you.
Her expression softened as she looked at you.
“I wouldn’t want you to settle for less anyway.” She said.
You frowned for a moment before realising what had happened. The bond. You and Wanda were now linked for the rest of existence. Being an empathic witch, Wanda could turn the bond into a two-way street instead of just you being bonded to her. She tested it and gasped, suddenly able to feel your hunger.
“Oh.. baby, is this how you’ve been feeling?” She asked, strained.
You nodded, leaning over her. “I need you, please.” You whispered.
Wanda grinned mischievously, “Since you’ve been such a good girl. Here’s a little gift for you.”
You frowned before arching your back at a sudden sensation in your core.
“Oh my god,” you moaned, pleasure licking up your spine.
Wanda grinned, “Look down, baby.”
When you did, your eyes widened. You were sporting a deep red, pulsating strap. One that Wanda was rubbing her slick over.
You shivered when she spread more, gasping at the way she gripped it. You could feel everything.
“Now,” Wanda said lowly. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to fuck me. You’re not going to stop fucking me until you can’t move. And everytime either you or I cum? You’re going to feed from me. You’re not going to worry because I can use my powers to replenish as much blood as I need, okay?”
You nod.
“Any questions?” She asks.
“I.. uh.. I’ve never actually.. done this. I don’t know if I’ll be any good.” You said softly.
Wanda cupped your face with one hand, smiling as you nuzzled into it.
“My sweet girl, you just rocked my world two minutes ago. By pure instinct. All I’m asking is for you to do it again and again. There’s no getting it wrong, okay? We’ll take it slow, and if one of us doesn’t like something, we’ll just change it, okay?”
You nod, determined to make her feel good. When she nodded in return, you slowly pushed the head of the strap into her. Both of you inhale sharply at the feeling of you filling her up.
“You’re so tight. Fuck, it feels so good.” You said, screwing your eyes shut and trying not to cum immediately.
Wanda doesn’t respond; she was experiencing something similar. It had been a while since anything felt this good.
You almost collapse on top of her when you’re all the way in. You and Wanda stare at each other with wide eyes, neither of you moving an inch. The sheer proximity, her breath against yours, her moulding to yours. All of it felt so.. right.
Slowly, much too slowly for Wanda’s liking, you began to move. Your hands were framing her head, fingers already pierced the pillow as you held in your desire.
“Detka, move.” She said.
That was all it took; you snapped your hips, shoving the entire length into her suddenly, making her arch her back and cry out.
You rolled your hips, faster and faster, harder and harder. The bed creaked at the sheer force.
Wanda had given up all pretence of composure; her mouth was agape as moans flowed freely. Her nails dug into your back as you leaned closer to her, your fangs practically throbbing as much as your insides were.
You were one big nerve ending; every single movement sent molten pleasure through your body. You knew at the back of your mind that this was the result of Wanda’s pleasure echoing through the partial bond. You needed more of her blood. From the source.
Your speed intensified, as did her moans. The way she clenched around you told you that she was close, with the way your pleasure was building to an overwhelming degree, you weren’t far behind.
“Fuck. Fuck. Baby, I’m going to come. Feed from me. Now.”
She exposed her neck, shutting her eyes tight as the pleasure crescendoed. Unable to hold yourself back, you clamped down on her neck as soon as you came.
The two of you shattered the boundaries of time and space as you came. Wanda was sent hurtling through an orgasm so intense she lost her grip on reality. Then you sucked, the simple act of you sucking her blood made her cum again, making the witch scream.
This continued for a while, each time you sucked in more blood, your fangs released more venom, and each time, Wanda came harder than she ever had before. Her screams turned into hoarse groans until she lost her voice, and all she could do was tremble limply as another wave of pleasure took over her frayed senses.
When you withdrew your fangs, they retreated automatically. You rest your head against Wanda’s chest, freezing when you notice how shallow her breathing is.
You looked up frantically to see Wanda’s glossy eyes as she stared off into nothing. Her skin was scarily pale.
“Wanda?” You whispered, panicking. “Baby, please.”
Remembering the one time your mothers had briefly told you about vampire blood, you summoned your fangs and cut into your wrist.
You placed the cut above her mouth and watched the blood drip into her mouth. You jolted when Wanda clenched around the length of your strap inside her.
She grabbed your wrist and sucked blood, moaning as she drank more. You sighed as a hazy pleasure took over you, and the bond between you two strengthened as it began to naturally flow both ways without Wanda’s magic.
The colour in Wanda’s skin returned, and she let go of your wrist, and you two stared at each other.
“I.. I feel it.” She whispered.
You nodded, “I wasn’t sure, but I remember my moms had mentioned something about a two-way bond.”
Her eyes glistened with the weight of her emotions. “Does that mean what I think it means?”
You nodded with a smile, “You’re mine just as much as I am yours.. for the rest of eternity. Once your mortal body dies, you’ll emerge as a vampire.”
Wanda gulped at the sheer intensity of love she felt for you, grabbing your face and kissing you hard.
The movement made you shift deeper inside her, making you both moan in surprise.
You two stared at each other and grinned.
“Wanna-“
“Absolutely.”
You two began kissing again as you flipped her over and she rode you with fervour.
-
Tony sighed, checking his watch.
“It’s been almost two weeks..” He muttered incredulously. “They’ve been at it for two weeks.”
Natasha smirked as another loud crash sounded on the floor above them.
“I’m telling you, Tony…
Vampires be fucking.”
X—X—X—X—X
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Spencer spent his time at work more often than not, which you understood how important his job was to him. You’d known the inside and out of the job and all the darkness hidden within it, so you always gave an overwhelming amount of love and support. There was a lot of patience and trust placed within one another, your husband knowing that you were always going to be there for him and that he should show he would always be there for you as well. You never expected anything big out of him after cases, just willing to hold him and let him cry into your shoulder if the cases were overwhelming for him.
It had been three days since Spencer was home from one of his cases, the both of you laying in bed alongside one another as the both of you were looking forward to a good night's sleep. Spencer wasn’t getting much of it though, his head against his pillow while your soft breaths from peaceful sleep filled the room. With an arm behind his head, the male sighed in frustration. Insomnia hit him hard on nights like this one, when you fell asleep first and couldn’t exactly hold him due to you being dead to the world.
He had contemplated reading, however he knew the light would wake you up and irritate you. He definitely didn’t need a cranky version of you being angry at him for the remainder of the night and even the next day. So, he reverted back to his usual ways of making himself tired. His hands were slowly pulling his half-hard cock out of his boxers as he let his eyes flutter shut. Thankfully for eidetic memory, he could practically watch any past sexual encounter with you in his head like a dirty movie. Right now, he had a specific night in mind.
You’d been desperate and he was asleep, due to a previous talk of boundaries and consent for certain actions, you decided to try something new. He could remember his eyes slowly blinking open and being met with your face twisted with ecstasy, hands resting against his chest as your desperate and leaking cunt was embracing his cock while your hips were feverishly rutting against his. It showed how much you needed him, even getting to the point where you fucked him as he slept just to not disturb his sleep.
Just the mere thought of your tits in clear view of his gaze had Spencer letting out a low groan. He was fully erect now, his hand fisting at his cock as he let his mind continue replaying the same moments that so graciously flooded his brain. He’d continued with his movements before glancing over at you, the moonlight seeping in from the drapes shining against your sleeping silhouette. It gave him an idea, one that sent another rush of blood to his cock as he was slowing his movements with his hand. Gently tugging the duvet and sheets back, he was looking over your body.
You were wearing a silk lilac nightgown, one of his favorites. It was like you did this on purpose, as if you knew your husband would have an insomnia spell. With his hand coming up to his mouth, he was popping two of his fingers into his mouth as he was scooting towards you more. His free hand was sliding under the tempting nightgown, his hand slowly tugging down your panties as he kept his gaze on you. He wanted to see how long he could drag this out without waking you. After getting the cloth barrier out of his way, Spencer was using one of the slick fingers to slowly push into your cunt. The touch had your sleeping form let out a breath, the long digit being welcomed as your walls were squeezing around it.
He slowly thrusted his finger, a soft groan leaving his lips as you were responding well, probably having your dream taking a sharp turn as he was fucking you with his pointer finger. Your arousal was starting to coat his finger, the male smirking as he gently pushed in a second finger, a moan now falling out of your lips as you were shifting in place. The way your sleeping face twisted in ecstasy had your husband grinning as he pressed a few kisses along your shoulder. As his fingertips were brushing against the spongy button deep inside of you,your body was reacting accordingly as your thighs clenched around his hand, still assuming this was a dream as you were rocking your hips against his fingers.
“Poor desperate girl..” Spencer whispered while continuing to prod your needy cunt with the two long digits. Whenever he’d had enough waiting though, he’d carefully pulled his fingers out of your hole before bringing them up to his lips to clean your essence off of them.
There were desperate whines escaping your lips at the feeling of emptiness, your hips attempting to rock back. “Shh, I know.” Spencer murmured in your ear, one hand gently lifting one of your legs, his free hand helping adjust his cock at your leaking hole that was clenching around nothing. As the thick tip of his throbbing cock was slowly pushing into your warmth, you were letting out a breathy moan in your sleeping state, hand instinctively reaching back to grip at the back of your husband’s head as you were both still in the spooning position.
As your pussy swallowed his cock whole, he was letting his lips press a few kisses against your neck as he was slowly letting his hips rut into yours. Now it only took a few good strokes before you were blinking awake, hand lightly pulling at the curls that you had a handful of. “Good morning to you too.” You whispered, drowsiness in your voice as you were moving to rock your hips back against his.
“Couldn’t sleep.” He murmured against your skin, hand moving to squeeze your hip. “Was jerking off and then i remembered that your sweet pussy would be waiting for me.” He lightly bit down on the flesh of your neck that made a moan fall from your parted lips. “Mm, I’m not complaining. I love being stuffed with your cock.” The filthy words leaving your lips had your husband groaning, head lifting. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” He spoke through pants and whines, his thrusts speeding up as his hand was wrapping around your body, large hand taking one of your tits into his hand before giving a rough squeeze.
As the rhythmic sound of your skin smacking against one another filled the room along with your combined sounds of pleasure, it hadn’t been long until you could feel Spencer’s hand trail between your legs, finger finding your clit with ease as he massaged the desperate bud. He was close and you were too.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You spoke through moans, his hips thrusting snapping harder into yours as he nodded. “M-me too.” He’d stated the obvious, working to bring you to orgasm first. The feeling of your walls tightly clenching around him was enough to make his cock twitch inside of you before painting your inner walls with ribbons of his cum, hips slowly coming to a stop.
After he was pulling out of you, he couldn’t help but lift the sheets to look at your cunt, which had been stuffed with his cum to the point where it was leaking down your thighs. “We should get you cleaned up. Plus you have to pee.” He panted, moving to rub your hip while tugging back the sheets for you to get up. “I’m going to take a shower, care to join me?” You’d asked, legs wobbling slightly as you stood from your shared bed.
You didn’t have to ask him twice, the male sliding out of bed before he was heading over to pick you up with a smile. “Not too long though,” He began, a yawn now falling from his lips.
Heyooooo!!! May I request angry make up sex with Zayne??? pretty plesseeeeeeee🥺🥺 thank youuu and have a great day/nighttttt
still yours pairing: ex-bf!Zayne x f!Reader
content: mdni, angst and smut, jealousy, drinking, piv sex, bathroom sex, semi-public sex, rough sex, breakup/making up
You broke up with your boyfriend three weeks ago.
So what, exactly, was he doing here?
"What did you say you did for work again? Sorry," You apologized, forcing a smile on your face as you tried to focus on your date.
But it was a teensy bit difficult when you could feel the daggers being drilled into your skin from across the restaurant.
"Finance," The handsome man across from you answered, whiskey hitting the table with a clink while he started on another long spiel about numbers or whatever it was he did, an itch you couldn't scratch clawing for attention under the surface as you nodded and hm-ed along.
Zayne just wouldn't stop staring.
Showing up while you were on a first date, casually sipping on his own drink while some girl chattered in his ear one seat over, while he only eyed you - and your company tonight. Funny of him to find the time now to spend it chasing after you. Hadn't he just been too busy for a night out a handful of weeks ago?
He usually never drank either.
You guessed this must be a rare occasion for him - one you were no longer apart of.
Whatever.
Your attention was on your date, but your eyes kept shifting past him, catching glimpses of your ex you knew he noticed, his head nodding in acknowledgement at you, still so frustratingly polite.
Asshole.
If he wanted to be petty, you'd just have to remind him who was better at it.
"Hey," You interrupted your date, pitching your voice down to something soft, seductive as you tilted your head to the side. "Wanna go back to my place?"
"I was gonna order dessert first," He said, before it clicked that you were offering him a taste of something sweeter, blinking abruptly before eagerly nodding, pulling out his wallet to get out enough cash to cover the bill and tip so he could show you his.
It was a shame you still couldn't remember his name.
He really was cute.
"Great," You smiled, standing up and leaning over to kiss the corner of his mouth. "I'm just gonna run to the bathroom first."
You fixed the strap of your purse over your shoulder, heels clicking on the floor as you walked across the restaurant to the sign marked restrooms, slipping inside the woman's single-occupant one, about to shut and lock the door before someone's hand was shoved in the crack to stop it from closing.
And would anyone really blame you if you accidentally slammed the door shut? Maybe break a few of those fingers?
He was a doctor after all, he could patch himself up.
Your mouth opened, but you weren't even sure what you were going to say. Hadn't you expected this after all?
But then he was pushing the door open enough to slip inside, his usually cold features scrutinizing you up close now, taking in the full picture of your short dress and high heels, the makeup you'd carefully applied in the hopes your mascara would be running down your cheeks onto someone new's sheets by the end of the night.
"You should go," You sighed, returning his icy stare.
All the time you'd spent breaking down his indifferent exterior, pushing past how casually cold he used to be, just for you to end up back here anyway, strangers who used to sleep in the same bed, share meals and steal kisses.
"I hope you're not planning on leaving with him," Zayne replied, sharp and brusque. His focus centered on you, daring you to break eye contact even when he stepped forward.
"So what if I am?" You held your head up high, folding your arms across your chest. "We broke up. I'm not your problem anymore."
What else were you supposed to feel like when you were desperate for whatever scraps of his attention he could spare, overworked and exhausted every night he returned home late from the hospital?
"You're always mine," He muttered, hazel eyes flickering down to your lips as he bridged the distance between you, his hand sliding up your back to pull you into his chest. Your hand pressed flat against it, and maybe it was how fast his heart was beating, but you couldn't bring yourself to push him away.
His familiar cologne made your own pulse quicken, cold and clean and serious, you lungs straining to get in any air when he was looking at you like you were still the only object worthy of his affection.
"I'm not."
You didn't even believe yourself. Voice trembling as his soft lips caught your attention, pursed in a small frown at your words. You wondered if there'd ever be a part of you that didn't want to kiss him.
His free hand reached up, and in one quick movement, he pinched your cheek softly, as if he was scolding you.
"You're sure about that?"
You weren't.
And he knew it, because two seconds later, his lips were on yours, hard and firm, your back suddenly pressed against the chilly edge of the bathroom sink as he kissed you. Mouth trailing down your neck, the sharp edge of his nose ghosting over your skin as his lashes fluttered shut, a soft little groan leaving him when he hoisted you on top of the counter and hooked your thighs over his hip, teeth sinking into your collarbone.
"Z-Zayne," You murmured, knowing you should tell him to stop but unfortunately also aware you weren't going to.
He continued his delicate path down your chest, freeing your breasts from your dress to wrap his lips around a peaked nipple, his tongue rolling over and sucking on the bud while you gasped at the contact.
Always a man on a mission.
This one, you supposed, was reminding you who his heart beat for.
Your own fingers fumbled for his belt, unbuckling it and making easy work of his button and zipper while he worshipped your breasts, starving kisses decorating your chest before he made his way back up your sternum, your chin tilting back to allow him access to trace a line all the way to your jaw, up, up, up to your lips again.
"Were you going to let him do this?" He whispered into the corner of your mouth.
"Still might," You cheekily cut in, teasing as you slipped two fingers underneath the band of his boxers.
Zayne scoffed.
You hadn't realized how much of a mistake it might've been until he was pulling your hand out - and his cock next.
Still as pretty and pale as you last remembered it, thick veins bulging as it stood thick and erect. A thin gloss of pre-cum was smeared over the tip, but you didn't get to see much more than that before he was tearing open a condom you couldn't fucking believe he had in his pocket. Blinking wide-eyed as he sheathed himself inside it, immediately shoving your underwear to the side and pulling you to the edge of the counter, bottoming out in one harsh thrust.
There was a brief burn, gasping at the sensation of being stretched around him, his tip pushing past the first ring of resistance and dragging along your walls until it was snugly grinding in as deep as he could.
"This," He pulled out, just to shove himself back in, making his point precise. "This is mine."
Where was this attitude a month ago?
"You can't just decide that," You hissed, your whispers unfortunately turning into a whine when he picked up the pace. Every stroke was brutal, his control slipping and spiraling further from his reach by the second, his hips slamming into your skin while his fingers dug into your thighs to hold you in place for him to fuck. In the back of your mind, you wondered if it'd bruise tomorrow, if his nails would leave little indents in your skin.
"I'll cut back on the hours, okay?" He spoke firmly, but his voice was strained, a little hoarse. Struggling to reign himself in when your cunt kept squeezing softly sinfully around him. "Just come home."
"I don't believe you," You argued, but it was getting harder to hold onto your anger when his cock was drilling deep enough you could feel him in your stomach.
"I mean it," He murmured, his voice softening into something that made your heart ache for him. Like he was trying to tell you he loved you even when he fucked you like he hated you.
He pulled you closer by your thighs, lifting you up to drive his dick in harder, faster. His tip grazed against the spongy spot in the back that made you tense, hips arching up instinctively. Zayne groaned, chasing that same reaction as he kept up the quick thrusts, making sure to slam into it again and again.
You wished he wasn't wearing a shirt. Wished you could rake your nails down his back, leave long scratches that'd make him wince in the shower, remind him why you were mad to start with.
"Say it," He muttered, not letting up, not slowing or showing any signs of stopping while you clawed at his shirt, balling up the fabric in your fists and clinging to him with every forceful bounce of your body.
You were too full to think, all you thoughts dissolving into desire, growing more fuzzy and lightheaded with every whimper he ripped from you. You'd nearly forgotten where you were until one of his hands clamped over your mouth to keep you quiet, your moans muffled by his cold palm.
"Darling," He groaned as he buried himself back to the hilt, his voice dangerously low. "When I move my hand, I want you to tell me you're mine."
His thrusts stalled, letting his cock just throb inside you, waiting patiently for your response as if he really would stay here forever for you to say yes.
You nodded, not sure if you were drunk on his words or his promises or the possessive way he was fucking you, but really, you'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren't still in love with him.
He removed his palm to cup your cheek, his pretty eyes searching your face for any sign of affection. Your lips curled up into a tired smirk, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt. "I'm still yours, idiot."
That was all it took for him to resume the bruising pace, fucking you like he might never get the chance again, large hands holding onto you tight as he buried his face in your neck. You barely even processed the kisses he was pressing into your throat, to ask if he was really leaving hickies, when suddenly one of his hands had slipped between your thighs, nimble fingers massaging your clit in practiced motions.
There was hardly any buildup, the rubber band holding your sanity and sensibility together snapping as he increased the pressure on your needy bud, his controlled circles combined with the way his cock had you stuffed even fuller then dinner had you cumming fast. Undone and unraveled, tears probably wrecking your makeup just as much as he was wrecking the rest of you. He finished right as you started coming back done, your thighs still trembling and fists stiff in his shirt as he growled your name and filled the condom.
He was dotting more kisses on your cheek, making a few more serious promises of changing his schedule for you, switching to a less busy clinic if he had to, whatever you wanted for him to win you back. His brown still furrowed into a stoic expression, cock still twitching inside you as you rested your head on his shoulder and processed what the hell just happened.
You might be his, but he only got one more warning.
Carlos was taken from his mom, Encarnacion Bail Romero after she was arrested during a work raid. Her words, “Nobody could help me because I don’t speak English,” are still resonating deeply within me. This child was kidnapped from a loving mother, and she went to hell and backwards trying to get him back, and a judge literally told her she had no rights to her own child.
Completely unfit parents can get their children back like it’s nothing and this poor woman who loves her child and just wants him with her again cannot? How is this not human trafficking/kidnapping?
Also:
The judge said the biological mother had no rights to even see her child, according to the mother’s lawyer.
Asked if the Mosers would allow Bail Romero to see the child, the Mosers’ attorney, Joseph Hensley, said the couple was “not willing to comment on that at this time.” source
reminder that many children are funneled specifically to Christian families and communities for the same reasons they always have: destroy culture, stack votes, add bodies to communities that otherwise wouldn’t hold majorities. it is literal, actual trafficking.
This is a part of genocide. Removing the children from their parents, who generally desperately love and want to raise them, and placing them with white American families is a way to erase their culture from existence without the ugliness of directly killing children. But it’s still ugly, and it cares nothing for the actual welfare of the child.
Having been a Barbie her whole life, Wanda hasn’t got a clue about how her newly-human body works. Thankfully, you happen to be the best gynecologist in town.
pairing: innocent!barbie!wanda x fem!gynecologist!reader
word count: 2054
warnings: smut (18+), not exactly a dark fic - surprisingly consensual given the circumstances, just barbie!wanda exploring her identity and being corruptibly cute
Wanda didn’t quite know what to expect when she stepped foot into the gynecology centre. It’s to learn more about your body, Natasha had said, urging her to go. The doctors there will help you.
She hopes her doctor is nice.
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“Name?”
“Wanda Barbara Maximoff.”
“Your queue number is 476. Please proceed to Room B when your number is shown on the screen.”
“Okay.”
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The metal handle of the door is cold.
That’s the first thing Wanda registers when her right hand meets the shiny surface. It’s a contrast to the warm blood that flows within her body, thrumming in her veins and sliding under the surface of her supple skin.
Temperature. Texture. Telltale emotions.
It’s a whole new world, really, with a human body. Wanda certainly isn’t used to existing within one that isn’t Barbie-like.
She can’t jump out a window and fly two floors down without breaking any bones. (You don’t want to know the story behind that.)
She can’t walk out of the house in full-body neon pink, either. (That one can be achieved with a severe lack of others’ opinion, but Wanda gets this human thing they call ‘anxiety’.)
Change.
That’s what it’s called, experiencing new things, and that’s what this is about.
Wanda pushes down the door handle. She can do this.
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“First time?”
“Uhm, yes.”
The doctor’s back is facing Wanda, going clickety-clackety on the computer that actually works and is not made of plastic. It’s a female gynecologist, just like she requested. (Wanda loves women! She’s all for strong and independent women.)
Wanda probably staring at the back of the doctor’s head a little too hard, but then the doctor swivels in her chair, finally turning to face Wanda, and turns out Wanda actually can’t do this anymore.
“Hi, I’m Doctor Y/N, and I’m your gynecologist.”
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(This Barbie is going through gay panic, except she doesn’t know it.)
Of all the things that could possibly happen to her, of course Wanda's gynecologist is the most attractive person she’s ever laid her eyes on.
This was not how this was supposed to go. Wanda’s brain is short-circuiting, and she has this new feeling coursing through her body that causes her heart rate to speed up exponentially. It’s new. And different. And oddly nice.
“Wanda? You alright, sweetheart?”
The blonde snaps out of it with a flushed face, snapping her jaw shut. Sweetheart? Vision – a Ken – had tried calling her that once. She didn’t like it.
Sweetheart.
Wanda decides that she likes the way you say it.
“Yep. I’m right here. Sorry.”
You get this side smile on your face for a moment, something flickering in your eyes as you stare at Wanda, and it causes the biggest shiver to run down her spine.
Wanda’s heart is palpitating uncontrollably. If anyone heard it right now she’d probably die of embarrassment.
You pull out a stethoscope.
F***. (She learnt that word from Tony.)
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Wanda’s skin burns under your touch, as you place the medical instrument over her chest, listening keenly to her heartbeat.
The blonde thinks she’s going to pass out, with the way you move your rolling chair over so close your legs could touch hers.
“It’s quite fast,” you murmur, your voice taking on a lower tone, and Wanda has to physically swallow before her heart breaks through the constraints of her ribcage.
“O-oh,” Wanda responds breathily, a lot higher-pitch than she had anticipated, and she swears your eyes darken just a tad bit. (She doesn’t know what that implies. But it’s kind of hot.)
“Turn around,” you continue, moving back slightly to give your patient space. Wanda releases the breath she was holding and steals all the air she can, but when your hands slide up and under the back of her shirt, all that air is lost again.
It takes every cell of Wanda’s existence not to let out a whimper when you apply pressure on the stethoscope, right above the clasp of her bra.
That new feeling has been amplified by a thousandfold, travelling from your touch to her skin to her heart and right between her legs.
(This Barbie is experiencing lust.)
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“Alright, I’ve been informed that you’re a rather special case, Wanda,” you comment, not unkindly. “You don’t have any past medical records. So today I just want to check that everything is in good condition. We’ll do a quick pelvic exam to test your sexual and reproductive health, is that alright with you?”
Wanda doesn’t know what a pelvic test is. But she’d do anything you told her to, honestly, so she just nods.
“Okay, so you need to strip and lay down on the bed for me.”
“...Huh?”
(This Barbie is thinking dirty thoughts.)
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Wanda is clothed in a blue surgical gown. She doesn’t know whether to be thankful or disappointed for that.
All she knows is that the material is scratchy against her chest (or more specifically, her nipples are all tingly — she’s not quite sure what that means yet, but it feels strangely good), and that your gloved hands are spreading her thighs open on the operating bed.
Her feet meet the stirrup supports at the end of the bed, knees falling open, and the way you move your rolling chair between her legs in a swift motion has Wanda questioning how she ever entertained the idea of liking Kens.
Your hands run down the expanse of her thighs — probably a little longer than you should have, not that Wanda’s complaining — and your gaze locks on the pinkish bareness of Wanda’s pussy.
The reaction is instinctive, non-commital, subconscious. “Uhm,” Wanda whines, trying to close her thighs. She squirms under your inspective gaze, biting into her lip and trying to shift away from the grip of your gloved hands.
She’s so bare, so open, so vulnerable. But that’s not what scares her. It’s the fact that she doesn’t mind, not around you.
You seem to catch wind of this, and don’t release your grip on her thighs.
Wanda stares at you with her heart hammering in her chest. Wide-eyed and flushed. The pulse grows from her chest to between her legs and that’s never happened before.
“Sweetheart,” you murmur, very softly, and Wanda melts like putty in your arms.
Her knees fall open again.
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The rest of the examination goes somewhat smoothly.
Save for the embarrassing little squeaks Wanda makes when you peer a little too closely at her cunt, it’s not too bad.
She knows you’re discerning possible signs of swelling and soreness or something along those medical lines Wanda is hardly an expert in, but what’s more concerning is the warm liquid pooling in her lower belly.
Wanda’s never felt like this before, especially not as a Barbie, especially not this vividly.
When that warmth spreads to the tip of her folds, threatening to emerge on its surface, Wanda’s breath catches in her throat. She doesn’t know what it means that she’s going to be wet.
“All done,” you comment, leaning back, and Wanda’s legs snap shut just as her pussy grows damp, for the first time.
Crisis averted.
“Oh, sweetheart,” you say, almost sadistically, watching her reaction with an amused look. “That’s just the external visual exam. The second part of the pelvic exam is where I get down to the real stuff, yeah? I’m going to have to put my fingers inside you.”
(This Barbie is dangerously close to passing out from skyrocketing levels of libido.)
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“I normally use lubricant on my gloved fingers for my patients, but I have a feeling you won’t need it,” you comment dryly, casually tugging off your surgical gloves and tossing them into the trashcan.
Wanda is too embarrassed to respond. Her face is flushed, her nipples are extra tingly, and her pussy is thoroughly soaked at this point.
And you’re just there, sitting between her legs with your hands on her thighs, a very badly hidden smirk on your face.
She kind of wants to slap your dirty mouth. Or maybe kiss it.
“This is a speculum,” you announce, pulling out a metal-hinged tool. “And I’m going to use it to keep your pretty pussy open. Make sure you don’t close up on me again.”
Wanda squeals at your choice of words, slapping your arm in embarrassment. At this point, there’s hardly a need for professionalism, but she’s still not used to the whole thing.
You let a laugh slip from your lips, thoroughly enjoying yourself as you put the medical instrument in place. Wanda’s so pretty, so innocent.
A more sensual look takes over your features when you’re greeted with the sight of her glistening cunt again. Precious.
“You ready, sweetheart?”
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“Oh!” The high-pitched noise Wanda makes when two of your fingers push inside her pussy is downright filthy.
The sensations of your warm fingers bounce all around Wanda’s body and the room. It’s only your fingertips, and you’ve barely moved at all, but Wanda’s slick is dripping and she’s already stimulated like she’s never been before.
“More,” Wanda whines, bringing her hips up, urging you to continue. You press her down by the lower belly, your warm spreading out over her skin.
“This is an examination,” you state, no room for question. Your eyes narrow, and Wanda gulps. “We’re doing it how I like it.”
The blonde looks up at you with those doe-green eyes, pouting adorably, before nodding obediently. She’s been so busy ruling Barbieland that relinquishing all that power for once might certainly be pleasant.
You continue to slowly slide your two fingers in her cunt, and Wanda lets out a whimper. Her body moves with your touch like you’re her puppeteer, but maybe she needs it because this feeling is so, so new.
“Feels s’good,” she gasps, and you want to chastise her because it technically isn’t supposed to feel good, but you see the dizzied look on Wanda’s pretty little face and you relent.
It definitely isn’t the first time you’ve had your fingers in a woman, so your practiced fingers curl with expert ease to find her sweet spot. “Oh!” Wanda moans, louder, lithe body arching on the operation bed.
“Shit,” you swear, fingers curling again so you can see that exact reaction. You start to move, faster, harbouring this carnal desire to make Wanda scream and beg.
She’s so innocent, so corruptible, so easy.
Sooner than later, you’re bent over Wanda’s body on the bed, wrist hammering in and out of her sweet pussy, finding all the spots that make her weak.
“Pretty girl,” you pant, biting hickeys into collarbone and her breasts. Her blonde locks are splayed out on the pillow, body shaking with each thrust, eyes screwed shut in pleasure, and it’s the most breathtaking sight you’ve ever chanced upon.
You memorise every stroke that makes her arch, every spot that makes her whine — perks of being a gynecologist, you supposed — you find your way around her body like it’s child’s play, and all too soon Wanda’s nearing a hypothetical edge.
“I think- I think I’mna pee,” Wanda cries, clawing at your wrist because the feeling is too much. She can hardly think, at the sheer pace and ferocity of which you were taking her cunt.
“Ever heard of a clitoris?” you question breathlessly, still pummeling your wrist into her soaked pussy. Wanda’s dripping, actually dripping. If she thought she was wet before, she was now soaking the sheets.
“Wh-what?” she responds, equally as breathless. Her mind was all fuzzy, barely registering your question.
“It’s this,” you add, bringing your thumb to harshly press against her swollen and puffy clit.
Wanda screams.
(This Barbie reaches another plane of existence with fantastical pleasure.)
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It turns out Wanda is a ‘squirter’. She doesn’t know what the implications of that are.
“Do I need to come back next week?” Wanda asks innocently, knowing full well gynecologist visits only needed to be scheduled once a year. She’s perched on the edge of the bed, back in her clothes.
“Definitely,” you respond, scanning over the test results calmly, like you hadn’t just made Wanda squirt twice in less than thirty minutes.
“Doctor’s orders?” Wanda asks playfully, purposefully batting her lashes when you look up from your computer.
You don’t bother hiding the chuckle that leaves your lips at her antics. “Yeah, doctor’s orders.”
a/n: you do not want to know how many health sites i visited to learn about pelvic exams and gynecology. | main m.list
Spending the night in the guest room at my bff’s one night, I woke up to hands spreading my legs apart. Before I opened my eyes, something parted my pussy lips, and I heard an unfamiliar moan. Groggily looking up at the person between my legs and sleepily pushing at them, I felt them thrust a bit deeper into my pussy, making me whimper, and my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Then I finally recognized who was trying to fuck me - my friend’s younger brother. “Hey, get off me, y-” he put a hand over my mouth, and with one movement shoved his cock fully inside me and pinned me to the bed with his body. My thighs trapped open under his hips, his hand silencing my words. I reeled in shock, crying out into his hand at the feeling of his girth stretching me out so suddenly. My arms lay useless at my sides, hands pinned under my open legs. He began rocking his hips into mine and my stomach turned as I felt myself getting wet in spite of my fear. His needy groans in my ear made my heart race. “I’m so sorry about this… I’ve wanted to fuck you for years. Can you feel how hard you make me? Oh my god, you feel so warm… You’re so pretty, I just want you so much.” He was so heavy on top of me, his hand so tight over my mouth, his cock reaching so deep. He was a few years younger but had always been a tall, heavy guy - and I couldn’t get him off of me. I had to lay there and feel him use me. Had to listen to my pussy being pounded by his thickness, the wet sounds loud in the big dark room. Had to feel my pussy embracing him, and my hips moving against my will. While I writhed in protest under him I heard him grunt, felt him sink into me, and then a hot flash as he came inside me. “Fuck, yes, you feel so good wrapped around me… taking my load so well, aren’t you? Good girl, I knew you would.” His bare cock pumped what felt like gallons into my cunt, kissing my neck and chest as he kept fucking me. I whimpered behind his hand, scared of the warm feeling of his load, and how good it felt to be held down. I tried to catch my breath, grateful at least that it was over so fast. Trying to plan how I’d tell his family what he’d done. But in another quick, practiced motion he sat up and rolled my still sleep-weak body over in front of him. Hoisted my hips up, pushed my face down into the pillows. A muffled cry escaped me when he forced his still-hard cock back inside me from behind. I felt cum run down my thighs as he pushed it out of his way. He held me down with a hand on my shoulders, his other hand stroking my clit as he started using me again. “Your cunt feels perfect… so full of my cum… How does my cock feel? Forcing all that cum deeper… I know you want more, baby.” I tried to fight him off, but the combination of his teasing and holding my head against the pillows just made me tremble under him. My body began to tighten as an orgasm built. He felt the change and held his cock inside me, stroking me intently until I came around his dick, whimpering in shock. “That’s right, cum for me… Cum with my cock inside you, such a good needy cunt for me to fill…” I felt sick and stupid and weak, shaking with pleasure beneath him. He began plowing into me hard - driving me further into the mattress, and then cumming again while buried fully inside my twitching pussy. He groaned and leaned over me, panting in my ear, still throbbing. “I can feel your sweet pussy milking me. God, I love this… Two loads, right after another, deep inside your perfect little cunt.” He kissed my cheek, my neck, humming happily against my skin. I moaned softly, angry at how good it felt to be used. My pussy was relaxed and wet, fully accepting him. He sat up but didn’t pull out. Pinned my lower legs to the bed with his knees, held my wrists together behind my back and began lazily pulling me back onto him again. Still mostly hard, his dick slid easily in and out, bouncing my worn-out pussy in his lap lazily. “Stop,” I finally managed to beg. He chuckled and continued making me fuck him gently, whispering, “Not until I knock you up. Then you’ll finally be all mine. My sweet, pregnant slut that never looked at me twice until I bred you.” My cunt ached, still oozed with his cum, and finally he pulled me down into his hips and forced another hot, heavy load inside. His thrusts were jerky and less controlled, but he fucked his cum deep for a third time. And I moaned in pleasure.
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Summary // First it's a crush, then a summer fling, then the start of something deeper. But can you overcome a major insecurity in order to share the ultimate bond?
Word Count // 5,349
Warnings // Buckle up. SMUT, first off, pining, fluff, angst, loss of virginity, unprotected (consensual) sex, rough sex, teasing, choking (yes the metal arm how'd you guess), size kink, virginity kink, metal arm kink, degradation kink, cum play, power play(?), name calling, finger fucking, oh god I think that's it lemme know tho, I'm so sorry lol
Requested By // @elle14-blog1
A/N // this turned out WAY longer than I intended, but tysm for the request! I hope it's what you had in mind, I had such an awesome time writing it :))
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When you first met Bucky, it was a hazy summer afternoon.
The sky was painted purple and gold as the sun began to sink over the horizon, the reflection of the blue clouds dancing on the water.
“Hey!” Sarah waved to you excitedly, dropping the net in her hands and rushing up the grassy hill to hug you.
"Hi Sarah. I't's so good to see you." You smiled, wrapping your arms around her tightly. You hadn't seen her since the conflict with Sam started, and you had been worried sick that she would get wrapped up in that mess and end up hurt. You looked over her shoulder, seeing Sam making his way toward you from the docks.
"Hey Sam, it's been a while." You greeted him as you pulled away from Sarah, shaking his hand the secret way you two used to do a long time ago, the complicated motions now muscle memory.
You talked with your old friends, listening intently as Sam shared stories of John Walker and the shield. The three of you were childhood friends; you even went to the same college as Sarah. The way you talked and laughed, you'd never know any of the past couple years ever happened.
Something caught your attention as Sarah recounted the latest of her son's pranks. The glint of gold hair in the evening light was your first clue Steve was making his way toward you, but you frowned slightly at the second person walking beside him. Slightly shorter in stature, with dark hair and a strange left arm that gave off a metallic sheen.
Oh. That must be him.
Sam and Steve had told you about Bucky in the past. And, well, you'd seen him on the news, framed in a not-so-flattering light. You'd never seen him in person, however, and you watched him with curiosity as the pair joined you and your friends.
Steve nodded at you and smiled. You returned the gesture, eyes still darting to Bucky as he hovered just behind Steve awkwardly.
"Hey old man." You joked, dragging your attention away from Bucky for a second to hug Steve. "You holdin' up ok?"
Steve scoffed at your ribbing, patting you on the back. "As well as I can be. Oh- um,"
He stepped aside, prompting Bucky to step forward, your eyes meeting his crystal blue gaze for the first time. "This is Bucky. Bucky, this is Y/n." He introduced you two.
Bucky extended his hand --the flesh one--, and you shook it. "It's nice to meet you, Y/n." He said, a smile gracing his lips. Your heart fluttered a little, but you ignored it.
"You too. I've heard a lot about you." You nodded, smiling politely.
Bucky looked like he was trying to figure out if that was a good or a bad thing when Sam interrupted, asking if you all should head down to the docks for a beer. You nodded enthusiastically, glad for a distraction from the growing uneasy feeling in your stomach.
The rest of the evening you spent with your friends, joking and laughing like old times, but there was a difference between now and your previous hangouts with the group. The difference was the fleeting glimpses you snuck at Bucky, and the blood rushing to your head when yours eyes accidentally met.
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You were glad to be back in your hometown. The slow, sticky summer days made your time there feel like forever, and you couldn't be happier. Well- you would be, if it wasn't for your growing infatuation with Bucky Barnes.
See, you hadn't moved back to Delacroix to have a schoolgirl crush on your best friends' best friend. You came to help Sarah with her busy life, visit your old haunts, and maybe feel a little sun on your skin- it would be a welcome change from the dreary weather in Chicago. But, unfortunately, that wasn't happening. Instead, you were currently tarring a hole in the fishing boat, with the Winter Soldier breathing down your neck.
"Are you sure you don't need any help? I can-"
"I'm fine, really. I've got it." You cut him off more impatiently than you intended, and you wondered if some of that frustration was directed inward.
He mumbled something like "Oh, ok." and started to leave, and you instantly felt a wave of shame wash over you.
"Wait, no I'm..." You sighed, grabbing his wrist. "I'm sorry. Don't go."
"Y'know if you're scared of me you can just say so doll, I'll leave ya alone." He mumbled, looking away.
Your eyes widened; that was not at all the impression you meant to give. "What? No! I'm not scared of you. I just..." You wrestled with yourself, trying to find the right words.
"What?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I- I dunno, you just... you..." You groaned, raking your hands through your hair in frustration. "You make me feel- I don't know... uncomfortable."
You kicked yourself internally. Great choice of words.
You saw his metal arm tense on the wrench in his hand as he hung his head. "Yeah I... I got that. Listen- I should go..." He sighed, turning his back to you.
You didn't know what hit you, but it felt like the world was ending when he turned away. You panicked, and without thinking your hand shot out to grab Bucky's, tugging him back to you.
"Please, that's not what I meant." You said quietly, your eyes meeting. You were now nearly chest-to-chest, you having unintentionally pulled him closer.
"Then what do you mean?" Bucky asked, shifting uncomfortably. Your hands were still intertwined; you had forgotten to let go.
Your mouth moved but no words came out, and finally you decided to end your own misery. You stood on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his so softly it was like you were scared you'd break him. What felt like forever passed, even if it was just a few seconds. Heart beating in your throat, you started to back away as he didn't show any signs of reciprocating.
Just when you felt like you'd made an egregious error, Bucky placed his rough hand on your waist, pulling you closer gently as he kissed you back. You hummed in surprise, the feeling of his soft lips on yours making you melt into him, your hand resting on his shoulder.
"That was..." Bucky hummed as he pulled away to catch his breath, his forehead resting on yours.
"Warm." You blurted out, eyes wide as you processed what had just happened. Bucky gave you an amused look.
"You're um. Very warm for someone named the "Winter Soldier"." you laughed nervously, your head still spinning.
He laughed, pink coloring his cheeks. "Thank you, I think."
There was an awkward pause, the sound on the wind on the water filling the silence.
"Would you wanna go get ice cream sometime? Or- or anything, it doesn't have to be ice cream." Bucky asked finally, studying his feet. You loved how nervous he was- it made you feel better about your own anxiety.
You nodded, smiling. "I'd love to."
Thus began the start of your puppy-love summer romance with Bucky Barnes.
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By one week, you two were getting curious looks. The amount of time you spent together was increasing, and you knew it wasn't long before people pieced it together. You were right; by two weeks, everyone knew.
And by one month, under the shade of a willow tree after a long day of hard work, Bucky told you he loved you for the first time.
You stole moments with each other throughout the day: a quick peck on the cheek as you passed the other, a hug at the end of a hot day, or just the occasional loving gaze from across the boat as you talked to one of the others. No one really said anything about it, save for the odd cheeky look from Sam, knowing smile from Steve, or nudge in the side from Sarah. You and Bucky were starstruck for each other, and you felt like every late night sitting on the porch or whispered "I love you", you fell deeper and deeper in love. Bucky's eyes seldom strayed from you while you were together, wearing the same boyish grin every time you saw each other. He was falling head over heels for you, and knowing that only made the butterflies in your stomach stronger.
However, something kept prodding at the back of your mind, making you uneasy every time Bucky's tongue slipped into your mouth while you kissed. The uneasy feeling only grew stronger when one evening (the third month of your relationship) Sarah insisted that her and the boys --as well as the grown boys, Steve and Sam-- get out of the house for a little while to watch a movie. Leaving you and Bucky home alone.
You knew what she was trying to do. You did. And some part of you really appreciated it. But as you watched the car pull away before you shut the front door, you couldn't help the anxiety that seemed to crawl under your skin.
"You ok doll? You look a little green around the gills."
You nearly jumped, the hair on the back of your neck standing up as Bucky spoke into your ear, his arms wrapping around you from behind playfully.
"Oh! Um, yeah! Yeah I'm fine." You smiled nervously, kissing him on the cheek gently.
He looked skeptical, but didn't press further. "Alright, if you say so. I came to ask if you'd like to watch a movie? I figured since the others went to see one, we could do one here..."
You smiled at the gesture, your hands ruffling his dark hair gently as you turned to face him. "That sounds great." Relief washed over you; you wouldn't have to confront your fear just yet.
Bucky pecked you on the cheek before setting off to make popcorn, while you arranged blankets and pillows on the couch, and put on Casablanca- something you knew Bucky would enjoy. He joined you on the sofa, draping an arm over your shoulders as the two of you got settled in and started the movie.
As the movie progressed, you found it increasingly hard to focus. Your eyes kept darting to Bucky, admiring the shape of his jaw and the way a few strands of his hair fell in his eyes from the summer humidity. You heart beat faster every time his tongue darted out to lick his lips, or as you studied the way the knob of his throat moved when he took a sip of his drink.
Before you knew it, the film had arrived at a major kiss scene, and Bucky stole a glance at you, wondering if he should kiss you too. You scooted toward him as you noticed, and he cupped your cheek, his eyes resting on your parted lips.
"I love you." You whispered, smiling.
"I love you too sweetheart." He drawled before pressing his lips to yours, his hand shifting to cradle the back of your head. You kissed him back blissfully, feeling a hand on your back guiding you into his lap. You followed his lead, your mouths moving together seamlessly as you wrapped your arms around him, straddling his thick thighs.
The movie played in the background, long forgotten. Kissing Bucky felt like your favorite song, or like the sound of crickets when the sun first dips behind the trees. It felt heavenly, and you didn't want to stop. Your insecurities forgotten, you parted your lips further, permitting Bucky's tongue to explore your mouth, as you did the same with his. His hand squeezed your waist, slowly moving toward the waistline of your jogging pants, his fingers dipping just below the edge. You nipped at his bottom lip, prompting him to let out a low moan as his grip tightened on your waist.
You became aware of a warm, wet feeling between your legs, and a gentle but persistent pressure. You moved your hips forward at this pleasant feeling, and Bucky groaned loudly, to your surprise.
Suddenly, it dawned on you. "Oh. Oh." You said quietly, looking up at Bucky wide-eyed, your cheeks heated.
"I didn't mean to-" You started, embarrassed for a reason you couldn't decipher.
"It's ok, baby. It's for you." Bucky reassured you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
You looked at him and nodded, hesitating before rocking back and forth again experimentally. It prompted another deep moan from Bucky, his hands slowly starting to move your hips back and forth with him. You felt the bulge in his pants grow more pronounced between your thighs, the friction even through your pants making you wet. You panted softly as he started moving your hips faster, groans escaping his lips with every grinding motion. Finally, he looked up at you, eyes dark with longing.
"Can I take you to the bedroom?" He asked, his gaze intense with something you hadn't seen in him before.
You hesitated for an uncomfortable couple of seconds before nodding. You were not going to be weird about this. He didn't need to know.
"Yes." You whispered, kissing his stubbly cheek as he lifted you suddenly, carrying you toward his room.
A few tension-filled seconds later and he was letting you down softly onto his mattress and climbing in after you, kissing you passionately. You kissed him back as he climbed on top of you, his arms making a cage on either side of your head as he pressed his clothed length into you again, causing you to let out a loud moan.
"You're so beautiful..." He rumbled in your ear as you felt his hand dip under the band of your sweatpants, hesitating at the edge of your panties as he looked to you for permission.
Don't be weird. Stop it. You're overthinking all of this. He's your boyfriend.
You nodded weakly, desperately trying to keep yourself from having a full-on anxiety attack.
He started to tug your pants down slowly, hungrily, and just when you were almost exposed... you panicked.
"Stop! Stop, wait, I can't..." You blurted out, two inches from a panic attack.
Bucky looked up at you in surprise, letting go of your pants immediately and sitting up. "What? What is it, doll?" He asked in a voice almost as panicked as yours.
You shook your head, breathing raggedly. "I- I... I don't..."
He shifted up to sit next to you, starting to wrap his arms around you but then stopping himself as if we wasn't sure if he should.
"Honey? What's wrong?" He asked again, worry lines forming on his face.
"I can't do this, I'm- I can't." You panted, looking at him in fear.
He raised his eyebrows. "Why? Are you ok?"
"I'm... I'm scared..." You replied quietly, tears almost forming in your eyes. Your lip quivered as you let out a sharp breath.
Bucky looked hurt. Not as in he was hurt you couldn't fuck him. Hurt as in he had just taken what you said to mean you were scared of him.
"Oh, I see. That's ok baby, we don't have to do anything."
You realized, somewhere in the painful silence that followed, that in your panic had said something potentially hurtful.
"Oh, Bucky, I hope you didn't take that as- baby I'm not scared of you." You corrected yourself, cupping his cheek as you calmed down.
He looked at you, pain lingering in his blue eyes. "Yer not?" He said, almost pitifully. You felt your heart wrench.
"No, no of course not. It's just... I'm a..." Not for the first time in your relationship, you found yourself struggling for words.
You took a deep breath as Bucky raised an eyebrow confusedly, steadying yourself. "Baby... I'm a virgin." You sighed at last, meeting his eye.
There was a pause before Bucky spoke. "Sweetheart, why didn't you tell me sooner?" He asked softly.
"I don't know... I guess I thought you would judge me, or wouldn't want to do... me anymore." You breathed, ashamed. You looked away, but immediately felt Bucky's hand on your cheek, turning your face back to him.
"You never judged me, not once in our relationship. Why the hell would I judge you for something so insignificant? Of course I still want to do this, I love you." He said, that intensity from before back in his eyes as he stared at you.
"I do too, I was just nervous... I don't really know how to do this." You admitted. Unfortunately you grew up incredibly sheltered, and while you weren't completely innocent, there were a lot of things you had still yet to learn.
He leaned in to kiss you, and as he pulled away he whispered --lips still almost touching-- "Don't worry sweetheart, I'm gonna take good care of you."
You shivered at his words, feeling the warmth between your thighs throb and pulse. He moved back on top of you, one hand moving down again and hovering just above your waistband. This time, you nodded with conviction, and his hand instantly slipped into your pants.
A throaty moan escaped your lips as you felt his fingers instantly brush your clit, beginning to rub in slow, tight circle.
"Oh, that feels good." You breathed, eyes fixed on his broad chest as he began rubbing gradually faster, spreading your growing arousal around as you felt your body heating up.
"Yeah? Think you can take one of them inside you, baby?" He asked, his eyes boring a hole in you.
You took a deep breath and nodded. You had used toys before, you knew sort of what that felt like.
Turns out you were wrong.
His thick middle finger slipped inside you and you gasped sharply, your walls instantly contracting around him.
"Oh, oh Bucky it's tight..." You groaned as he began sliding his finger up and down, meanwhile using the palm of his hand to grind against your aching clit.
"Shh, it'll be ok baby, you'll get used to it. Just relax." Bucky hushed you, his finger curling inside you.
"AH!" You gasped again as a wave of pain and pleasure shot through you, the tip of his finger brushing a spongy spot deep inside you.
"Shh," Bucky hushed again, "there's a good girl. That feel good?"
You nodded, eyes shut tightly as you moaned.
"That's good. God, you're fucking soaked, all this already doll?" He purred, pulling out of you to lick your dripping arousal off of his finger, moaning at your sweet taste. The sound of your moan mingled with his as you watched him, growing hornier by the second.
"How does this sound," Bucky started, leaning down to lick your lips, spreading your own wetness over your mouth. "If I make you cum in the next three minutes, I get to stuff my cock inside you. Only if you're comfortable with it." He added, remembering your lack of experience.
You were practically drooling now, your eyes particularly fixed on his metal arm, remembering the feeling of his thick finger inside you. The metal arm had long been an object of your attraction, but you never quite understood to what end and why. Until this moment.
"Only if you use that." You said, nodding at his bionic left arm.
He followed your gaze, raising his brow as he chuckled. "My arm?"
You nodded, smiling sheepishly. "It- it um... it does things to me..."
His expression suddenly changed to one of understanding, a devilish smile creeping onto his lips. "Oh, I see. That can be arranged."
Before you knew what was happening you felt your neck pressing into the mattress, a sudden, building pressure sitting on your throat. Slowly, it registered, and you realized Bucky's metal hand was wrapped tightly around your throat, his thighs straddling you. You choked, the mixture of pressure and arousal swirling inside you, getting you high.
"This turn you on, sweetheart?" Bucky asked, with a tone of almost inappropriate sweetness for what he was doing to your body.
You just clawed at his hand, blood rushing to your head as he choked the life out of you.
"Aw, poor sweet thing." Bucky teased you, his bottom lip forming a fake pout. "But you asked for this, didn't you? And now you're fucking squirming in my hand. It's pathetic." He snarled, his grip tightening.
Just as you started to black out he released you, your chest heaving as you gasped for air.
"Bucky... please..." You whined, your throat hoarse and painful.
"You ready for me to fuck you with this, doll?" Bucky asked, still straddling you as he held up his metal hand. "Remember our deal. You're gonna be begging for me to stop by the time you release."
You moaned, your core throbbing. You had never seen this side of Bucky, were never even given to reason to believe it existed. Your gentle giant boyfriend, the one who brought you lunch and took you on drive-in dates, was now practically tearing your pants off, metal arm flexing as he prepared to fuck you mercilessly with it.
And God, if he wasn't blissfully, wonderfully aware that you were loving every second of it.
"Fuck me, please..." You moaned, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
You inhaled sharply, clawing at the sheets as you felt the cold metal of two of his fingers slide into you suddenly, twisting and making you feel like they were twisting your guts with them. They curled, touching that spongy spot, and you moaned. Your hands tangling in his hair as he fucked you into the mattress.
"This what you wanted? Huh? My metal fingers penetrating the fuck out of you? Answer me!" He barked as he got nothing but moans in response.
"Yes, yes baby... 's so good, I'm gonna..." You panted, feeling yourself go cross-eyed already.
"Aw, you gonna cum already babydoll? We've barely just begun. But then again, I need you to save some of yourself for when I stuff my cock up that tight little virgin cunt of yours." He growled in your ear as he pumped his fingers into you, his words sending you spiraling over the edge.
The moans you were making were borderline pornographic, your entire body convulsing as you felt yourself start to release.
"Bucky! Bucky I'm- I'm cumming... Ahh..." You gasped, your grip on his hair tightening as you spilled yourself all over his fingers, your cum dripping down the metal of his arm as you went limp.
"Ohh, fuck baby, good girl. Let it all out for me." Bucky purred, slipping his fingers out of your and letting you taste yourself as you rode out your high.
You had never felt like this. No self-inflicted orgasm you'd ever had was this intense, nor the pleasure leading it up to it that delicious. You felt electric, your nerves numb as Bucky held you, murmuring words of praise.
"Bucky..." You breathed, looking up at him as you came down off your high.
"Yeah baby?"
"I- I want more. Please..." You said, your eyes already darting to the massive bulge in his pants.
His cock jumped in his pants, arousal flooding his veins; he hadn't expected you to recover that soon. He wasn't actually going to pressure you about your end of the deal, but you looked so pitifully cock-starved, and well... since you asked so nicely...
"Yeah sweetie? You sure you're ready for more?" He asked gently, as if he wasn't crawling out of his skin to get inside you, to fill you up till you couldn't breathe.
You nodded vigorously, already intoxicated from him fingerfucking you. You had never felt this goddamn horny in your life; you didn't even care where he stuck his cock at this point, you just needed to feel it.
Bucky let out a breath, his cock already rock hard and straining against his sweatpants. "Take your shirt off baby, I wanna be able to admire all of you while I fuck you brainless." He ordered, his voice deep and dripping with lust.
You obeyed, your bare breasts now exposed, and then reached for his clothes, Bucky helping you tug his t-shirt off over his head. You had seen him shirtless once before --you were up early and we was up doing laps-- and you almost got a nosebleed immediately. This time was no different. To say he was chiseled would be giving too much credit to sculptors. He was godlike, and you wanted to worship and obey him as such.
Bucky leaned down to suck on the mound of one of your breasts, his tongue circling your sensitive nipple as you moaned. Your hands wandered down to his pants, desperately trying to pull them down.
"You seem eager, doll." Bucky rumbled, grabbing your wrists. "You want my fat cock inside you that fuckin bad?"
"Bucky, I need it, I need more, please..." You whined, looking into his eyes for any sign of sympathy. You found none.
"Need it, she says." Bucky chuckled to himself, looking down at you coldly. "You need to be taught a lesson. Not to get in over your pretty head with a cock too big for your tight virgin pussy. And there's only one way to learn that, isn't there sweetheart?"
You whimpered, just now realizing exactly how big the outline in his pant was. You were in over your head, he was right. But it didn't make you want it any less; you were addicted to fucking him.
Bucky slowly pulled his pants down, one hand squeezing your breast as the other took his cock out, the sight of which made your mouth dry. He was at least eight inches, his swollen tip red and angry and dribbling precum all down his shaft. His balls hung heavy with cum, throbbing with arousal as he looked you over.
You couldn't help yourself- one of your hands wandering down to stroke the length of his shaft, feeling him pulse under you. He groaned loudly, his metal hand grabbing you by the shoulder and pinning you to the bed. With the other hand he grabbed your thigh harshly, lifting your leg up and guiding it over his shoulder. He did the same on the over side, until you were completely prone and exposed to him, your pussy throbbing and drooling all over itself.
He looked down at you as he stroked himself, the very sight of your exposed, helpless body almost enough to make him cream himself right then and there. He held back though; he had the intention of painting your insides white with his seed by the time this was over.
He leaned forward, brining your knees closer to your chest as his enormous tip teased your entrance. "I've been waiting so fucking long for this." He groaned, before sliding into you slowly, the sound of his sigh of ecstasy mixing with your pained gasps.
"Bucky, Bucky it hurts..." You breathed, eyes glossy with tears.
"I know it does, baby. But this is the only way to learn." Bucky responded, jutting his hips forward suddenly and bottoming out in you, causing you to scream in pain briefly. His eyes rolled back as he moaned, feeling your hymen break around him.
"Ohh my fucking God, fuck." Bucky grunted as he pulled out briefly and slid back into you, stretching your tight pussy out slowly.
Your quiet gasps gradually turned into moans, the pain morphing into bliss as his thrusted a little bit faster every time he slid back in. He leaned forward even more, you knees almost passing your shoulders as he pounded into you.
"You know how long I've waited to fuck you like this, doll? To feel you stretch around me? It's fucking torture, every day you walk around in those fucking short shorts and a crop top, taunting me. And then you act like its a fucking turnoff that no ones ever fucked your pretty little cunt before me?" He growled, his grunts turning animalistic. A string of moans escaped your lips, your arousal burning as your body rocked with every harsh movement of his hips.
"Fuck!" He grunted loudly, slamming into you, every divot, ridge and vein in his cock pleasuring you out of your mind. "You say you're not scared of me? I'll give you a fucking reason to be scared, you little slut, gonna use you like my personal fucktoy until you're completely broken. You want that?"
"Please, I'll do anything baby you feel so fucking good, don't stop..." You whimpered, fists balled up and pressed into his chest as he pumped into you over and over and over.
"Oh, I don't fucking plan to, sweetheart. I'm gonna use you until you milk the cum out of my cock, which isn't gonna be long... Fuck, fuck fuck..." He panted, his balls slapping against your ass as he thrusted wildly, a mixture of your arousal and his leaking out of your clenching hole.
Your orgasm hit you with no warning. Your eyes glossed over, vision cloudy as you went rigid, your pussy clamping down even harder than your last time as you creamed all over his throbbing, swollen cock.
"BUCKY! I'M-" You breathed, your words dissolving into unintelligible moans as you clenched around him.
"Oh, ohhh my God, fuck baby I'm so fucking full for you, gonna spill all of this for you... fuckkk..." Bucky groaned, slamming into you through your orgasm, the feeling of your cunt gripping his dick sending him closer and closer to release. His buildup was almost painful now, all he needed was a couple more good thrusts...
He grunted, his pace faltering as his hips stuttered, the most vulgar, pornographic moan you'd ever heard coming out of his open mouth as his load spilled all over your insides, emptying out his cock completely.
He collapsed on top of you, still cumming. You stroked his hair as he rode out his intense orgasm, and finally he went still.
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"Baby?" He mumbled into your shoulder after a while, still inside of you.
"Yes?"
"'M sorry." He said, pulling out as he looked down at you teary eyed, to your confusion.
"Why??" You asked, worried.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked, looking down in between you two.
You burst out laughing, your hands cupping his cheeks as you pressed a kiss to his swollen lips. "Baby, no. That was incredible. Thank you for an amazing first time." You smiled.
His expression changed into one of relief. "Oh thank God. I'm glad you enjoyed it, honey. I've never felt this way about someone before..."
"Me neither. But I'm glad it's you."
He nodded, grinning. "I'm glad it's you, too."
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"So, what did you guys do while we were gone?" Sam asked, leaning on the kitchen counter after he had finally gotten the boys put to bed.
You two glanced at each other nervously, trying to think of an alibi, before Sarah nudged Sam hard in the ribs.
"Ow! What the hell?"
"It's none of your business, Samuel." She scolded him, winking not-so-subtly at you.
Your face grew hot and you mumbled the ghost of an excuse like "we just watched a movie", eyes fixed on your feet.
And well, you did. But you enjoyed the part after that a whole lot more.
After everyone had gone to bed, you and Bucky sat on the porch steps, hands intertwined as your watched clouds rolls across the night sky, the occasional flash of heat lightning illuminating the darkness.
"Bucky?"
"Hm?"
"I think I wanna stay here longer than the summer."
Bucky looked at you, his eyes bright as he smiled. "You sure?"
You nodded. "Yeah. I'm thinking there's more to this place than alligators and my annoying friends."
"Like me?" He grinned playfully. You laughed.
"Yeah. Like you."
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