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Snuggled Between Wanda And Natasha
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26💀 She/Her Natasha Romanoff💖 Wanda Maximoff💖 18+ Only
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NOSFERATU (2024) — dir. Robert Eggers
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"Your passion is bound to me." — NOSFERATU (2024), dir. Robert Eggers
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Wanda soft smut valentines request! Wanda had a long day and just needs to forget about the shit, so fem!reader fucks her real nice and slow with her favorite strap and makes her repeat back affirmations
Wash Away
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Beef, Fem! Reader
Summary: You know exactly what to do to help Wanda relax.
Smut 18+ ONLY! Minors & Men, DNI!!
Warnings: Top! Reader, Bottom! Wanda, Strap-On (W Receiving), Nipple Play, Shower Sex, Orgasm Play?, Fingering (W Receiving), Mentions of Blood (W’s nails lol) | 1.1K
AC: Thank you for sending this! Sorry I left out the affirmations, I literally forgot!  I hope you enjoy! x
Cupid’s Dream Masterlist 2025
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Steam filled the bathroom as Wanda stood under the showerhead, the warm water running down her naked body trying to wash away the stress of yet another long day. As the hot water ran over her curves, she sighed, closing her eyes to help let the tension wash away with the water down the drain. 
You had just walked through the door after an intense session at the gym, your body sticky with sweat as you made your way to the bathroom. The sound of the shower already running made you smile softly knowing Wanda was home. You entered the bathroom, admiring Wanda’s silhouette through the foggy glass door as you began to undress, throwing your gym wear into the hamper by the door. You heart racing at the sight of your girlfriends wet, glistening body as you gently stepped foot into the shower.
Wanda, lost in her thoughts didn’t notice your presence until you gently wrapped your arms around her, her eyes shot open but quickly softened when she realized it was you. “Hey” you smiled softly, “mind if I join?” You asked, already knowing she wouldn’t mind. 
“Of course not, come here” Wanda smiled softly, pulling you closer into her. “God, I missed you” she said in a whisper. 
“Oh yeah? Long day?” You asked before placing a soft kiss on her lips. She nodded, “I’m so drained, I felt like a zombie today”.
With a quick swift motion, you turned Wanda around, her back now pressed up against you as your hands gently roamed her body, “I’m sorry to hear that baby” you spoke. “Let me take care of you” you added as your hands freely roamed her body, lightly squeezing and kneading her breasts as she leaned back into you. 
“Please” the avenger begged, loving the way your strong hands always made her feel safe. 
You thumbs teased her hardened nipple while your lips pressed soft kisses on her neck. “Tell me what you need baby” your hot breath whispered against her ear. Wanda threw her head back, resting against your shoulder as your hands began to move further down her soaked body. 
“I just need you, please” said replied, guiding your hands down to her lower stomach, making herself slightly squirm with anticipation. Your fingers slid lower, gently parting her wet folds while she moaned ever so softly as you found her clit. 
“Baby” Wanda gasps, “right there…” 
Your touch was gentle, your fingers working magic to bring Wanda to the brink of pleasure as you kissed her neck. “You have no idea just how much I was thinking about you today” you whispered, “god you feel so good, baby” you added, your lips brushing against her ear. 
Wanda’s legs trembled as your fingers rubbed tight circles around her clit, bringing her closer to the edge. “D-don’t stop!” Wanda moaned as your fingers quickened their pace, “M’so close!” She panted. 
“I want you to come for me baby, be a good girl for me” 
Your words sent Wanda over the edge; her body shook as she climaxed. Her hands gripping the shower wall tightly as you held her, kissing her neck. “That’s it baby, cum for me” you whispered as she rode out her high. 
As Wanda began to come down from her high, the hot water still running down your naked bodies, you gently pulled away, smiling softly at her. “Come here” you said as you gently lifted Wanda up, her legs wrapping around your waist. With her free hands, she turned the water off before you carried her to the bedroom and carefully laying her down on the bed.
“Babe, the sheets!” Wanda chuckled. 
“Don’t worry about them, they’re only going to get ruin anyway” you playfully winked as you wandered over to the wardrobe and pulled out Wanda’s favorite strap on. The sight of the strap sent a thrill through Wanda’s body as she watched you attach it to your hips before you climbed onto the bed, hovering over Wanda as you positioned yourself between her legs. “You’re so beautiful, you know that right?” You whispered, looking into her eyes. 
Her heart raced as you slowly guided the tip of the fake cock through her wet folds, “so beautiful and all mine, god, I’m so lucky” you added before capturing her lips in a deep kiss. The head of the toy brushing over Wanda’s clit made her moan against your lips, “take me” Wanda said softly. You obliged, slowly guiding the strap to her entrance before gently filling her. 
“Y-yes!” Wanda moaned, “feel’s s’good!” She added, loving the sensation of you stretching her out and your hands gripping her hips to hold her steady. “Yeah? God, I bet your pussy feels so good wrapped around me” you replied, wishing you could truly feel how she felt. 
“So tight and warm, fuck!”
Your thrusts were slow but deep, the tip of the cock hitting all the right stops as Wanda’s head fell back as she pushed back against your thrusts. The room quickly filled with her loud moans as you leant down, kissing her neck. Her hardened nipples pressed against your skin, making her moan a little louder at their sensitivity. 
“P-please don’t st-stop!” Wanda said between moans, her hands gripping tightly around your biceps while your thrusts became more deliberate, each one sending Wanda closer to the edge. “You’re so beautiful like this, all wet and responsive for me” you whispered, your lips brushing against her ear.
“Wanna cum!” Wanda gasps as the toy slid in and out of her wet cunt, “so close, baby!” She added. 
“Not yet darling” you replied, slowing your thrusts down a little, her nails digging into your skin. “just a little longer, I promise” you said, reaching down to find her clit, rubbing perfect circles around her clit once more. The added stimulation drew more moans from the witch, her nails digging deeper, drawing blood that you didn’t care for. 
“That’s it baby, let go! Cum for me” you said with a final thrust. Wanda’s body shook, her muscles clenching around the toy as her cries of pleasure filled the room. Your thrusts became slower, helping her ride out her orgasm, her nails finally freeing your biceps from their grip. 
You watched as her breathing slowed before you gently pulled out and capturing her lips in a soft, passionate kiss. Wanda smiled against your lips as her eyes sparkled with bliss, “don’t take it off just yet” she said in a soft whisper. 
“I didn’t plan on it” you smiled against her lips before kissing her deeply once more. 
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ilovewandanat ¡ 1 day ago
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being betrayed by someone you loved really changes your mindset
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feeling unwanted changes u a lot
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ilovewandanat ¡ 2 days ago
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Four times Agatha fails at cockwarming (and one time she doesn't)
The second attempt
Part two of this ask
Word count: 4.4k
Warnings: g!p Agatha, premature ejaculation, teasing, mommy kink, bratty reader, desperate!Agatha, fingering, underwear as a gag, cum-eating (kind of)
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When you wake up the next day, you can already feel the dull ache of arousal in your cunt. You’re still remembering the way Agatha looked yesterday, the way she sounded, when she came before she could even get her cock inside you, and it turns you on way more than it should. 
Why is there something so hot about your wife prematurely ejaculating? You’re not exactly sure, but having the power over her to make her fall apart so fucking easily and so fucking quickly really does something to you. 
Agatha is still sleeping next to you, on her side facing you, and you smirk. The two of you have plans today — seeing a movie and then mini-golfing. It’s a nice way to stay connected and spend time together with how busy you both have been. But you still have a little bit before you have to leave for the movie, more than enough time to get her cock inside you.
She stirs when you start to pepper kisses along her cheek and then down her neck and she turns onto her back, eyes fluttering open to look at you. “Morning, honey,” she says groggily. 
“Hi,” you whisper shyly, propping yourself up on an elbow to admire her. “How’d you sleep?” 
Your wife thinks for a moment. “Pretty good. I was dreaming about you.” The heat in her eyes tells you that it was a hot dream and you take the initiative to sit up and slide on top to straddle her. You’re wearing her purple flannel and simple gray cotton panties, Agatha in an oversized T-shirt and boxers, and your cunt can still feel the heat radiating off her already semi-erect cock through the two layers of fabric. Her hands rest on your waist and she looks up at you adoringly. 
“What was it about?” you ask, slowly rolling your hips over her length. She is always so pliable in the mornings and you feel her cock harden even more. 
Her hands squeeze you. “You were under my desk, sucking me off while I graded papers. And then I laid you on top of my desk so I could eat you and made you drip all over those papers, and when I passed them back to my students, they still smelled like you and I had to make up an excuse as to what it was.” 
The thought makes you throb and she’s almost to a full erection beneath you. “What did you say it was?” 
There’s a teasing glint in her eyes. “You woke me up right before I could come up with one.” 
You chuckle and grind down on her, both of you letting out a breathless moan. “Honey, we have to go soon,” she reminds you and you roll your eyes before reaching down between your bodies to spread your pussy lips open through your underwear so you can better drag your clit along her length. You whimper at how good it feels. 
“We still have some time,” you say persuasively but she pats your hips with pursed lips and you know you’re not winning this battle. You flop off of her back onto your side of the bed with a groan. “You know, you only make it harder on yourself when you deny me like that.” She snorts at the innuendo and gets out of bed. 
“Yeah, well, I’ll try to survive,” she retorts and grabs a change of clothes from her nightstand before going into the bathroom to get ready. 
It’s tempting to slide your hand into your underwear and relieve yourself, but she would be absolutely furious and probably not touch you for at least a week, so you grumble and get out of bed. You put on a skirt, fully intending to tease Agatha even more today, and a long-sleeve blouse. Agatha steps out of the bathroom, wearing suit pants and a blue sweater, and pats your ass on the way out of the room. 
She’s already making eggs when you come downstairs and breakfast is comfortably quiet before it’s time to go to the theater. 
If she notices that you’re being on your best behavior, she doesn’t say anything, and it makes you desperately want to be a brat instead. At least that gets you some attention. 
So when you get to the concession stand and you get a drink, you make eye contact with her as you deep-throat the straw before hollowing out your cheeks and sucking. 
Agatha chokes on a piece of popcorn and you smirk before walking past her to the room for your movie, taking extra care to brush your wrist against her cock. 
She settles into the chair next to you and you look around to make sure no one is near you before your hand sneaks into her lap and squeezes her cock. She keels and you feel her cock twitch in her pants. You rub your palm over her, stroking her back to full hardness, but then two more people walk into the theater and you go back to being her good girl. 
The movie starts but the only thing you notice is that Agatha is antsy. Her leg is bouncing on the floor fast and her fingers are drumming on the cupholder and it’s distracting. You know she’s a little worked up and you fucking love it — but you want to be able to pay attention to the screen. 
So you lay your hand flat on her thigh over her pants and she freezes. No more bouncing, no more drumming, just a sharp intake of breath. You don’t move your hand and you’re able to enjoy the movie for a few moments before you feel the fabric of her pants becoming tighter. 
Without even having to look down, you know she’s getting harder than she already was and you can’t help but tease — your fingers curl and you drag your nails up and down her thigh ever so slightly, always stopping before they reach the tip of  her cock. You don’t have a rhythm, sometimes pausing low for too long before her body jerks and you remember what you’re doing. 
Agatha slightly slouches further into the seat in an attempt to get your hand to go higher, but you hover your fingers off as a warning, and she shifts back to sitting normally. 
“Honey,” she whispers throatily and you have to bite back a smile. It’s unclear if she wants you to stop or keep going. 
So you slide your hand up so that two fingers are resting against the tip of her cock and she chokes. 
“Stop,” she says urgently, but it’s not an order, it’s a plea. 
You skim your fingertips over her hard cock and feel it pulse under you and she clenches onto both armrests and you can see how white her knuckles are in the light from the movie. 
Is she going to cum right here in the movie theater for you? In her pants like a fucking teenager? You think that might be even hotter than what happened yesterday and you can feel a pool of wetness collecting in your underwear
Agatha’s teeth are gritted so tightly and she presses a fist against her mouth, her hips rising almost indiscernibly. 
Fuck. 
But then her other hand grabs onto your wrist and pulls you off of her cock and you chuckle quietly before leaning over so your hot breath is on her ear. “Thought you were going to cum for me, mommy,” you mock and her cheek twitches before shaking her head, eyes staring bullets at the big screen. 
Your tongue flicks out against her earlobe and then you settle back into your chair and your wife doesn’t move until the movie gets to a sex scene and she lets out a little gasp. You know it’s not from the actors but from thinking of you like that, because that’s exactly what you’re doing. 
After she had cum prematurely yesterday, she had eaten you out until she’d gotten hard again and then lasted even longer than normal while fucking you. You had mentioned that maybe it was a good thing then and that she should cum quickly first every time, and she had growled and spanked you until you apologized for being a brat and then shoving three fingers inside you and making you orgasm again. 
Now it’s your turn to shift in your seat, feeling even more arousal course through your veins. 
Is that what she’s thinking about right now? A glance down at her cock confirms that she’s still just as hard as she was before and you wonder if she would agree to sneaking off for a bathroom quickie. You have no idea what’s happening in the movie, having missed critical exposition while teasing Agatha at the start, and you’d be fine with leaving right now if it meant you could get your wife’s cock in you sooner. 
“Mommy,” you murmur, making your voice sound as desperate as possible, not that you have to try too hard. “Can we—”
She shushes you. “Quiet, honey. Mommy’s trying to watch the movie.” You roll your eyes and are tempted to start teasing her again, but you know that she definitely wouldn’t give in then. 
And she will surely punish you if you do make her cum in her pants in a movie theater. 
So you sit patiently in your chair, barely even squirming, until the movie is over before jumping up the second the lights turn on. Agatha raises an eyebrow at you. 
“You…me…the bathroom?” you suggest and Agatha snorts. Your face falls. 
Your wife stands up more calmly than you did and you dramatically pout. “The putt-putt course is right next to here. You were so excited to play when we planned this, so we’re going to go there and you’re going to behave and maybe when we get home, mommy will give you a reward.” 
You want to make a cheap retort and ask if she thinks she can even make it until home, but you bite it back. No need to give her more reason to get fed up with you. 
“Fine, but you might want to cover up your pants somehow,” you advise, eyes flicking back down to the very evident outline of her erection. And then you can’t resist. “Try not to touch yourself, though. It’ll be a lot harder to hide a cum stain than just your cock.” 
Agatha grumbles something that sounds an awful like you fucking brat under her breath before taking off her blue sweater and tying it around her waist, leaving her in just a black tank top. Your mouth runs dry at the swell of her breasts, her pronounced collarbones, and the slight muscular curvature of her shoulders. She is so hot and your underwear just clings to you even more. 
She’s watching you expectantly, so you swallow hard, refocus, and lead the way outside. Agatha gives you the keys for you to move the car to the parking lot next to the theater while she walks over to buy tickets for mini-golf. 
You meet her by the station to get your equipment and almost laugh at how pained she looks. She’s standing at an awkward angle, like she’s actively trying not to collapse in on herself, and you know without a doubt that she’s still hard. 
After you get your putters and golf balls, you make your way over to the first hole. It’s a straight-forward shot about fifteen yards away and Agatha lets you go first. 
You line the ball up with the hole and get into position with the club, waggling your hips playfully because you can feel her eyes on your ass. You know that if you weren’t in public right now, she’d spank you for it. 
Focusing, you swing the putter and the ball rolls to about a foot away from the hole. 
“Not too bad,” Agatha says and you step out of the way so she can take her turn. When she leans over the club, you can see the tent her cock is making in her pants and it makes you snicker. It’s honestly impressive how little it takes to have her hard as a rock, and even more impressive of how long she can sustain the erection. 
Her ball goes well past the hole and she groans in frustration. 
“Got to get your head in the game, mommy,” you say with a wink, knowing that calling her that will only get her more worked up and her grip tightens on the putter. You’d make a comment about how easy she is, but you know that you don’t really have a leg to stand on with how wet you get just from the sight of her hands.
She gives you a warning look while you simper and lead her closer to the hole. You’re not a very good golfer, you don’t even really try when it comes to mini-golf, but for the sake of being a brat, you put your hands on the top of the putter and slowly and sensually drop to a squat, hands sliding down the shaft of the club.
Agatha exhales so loudly you can hear her and you shoot her a teasing smile before pretending to examine your ball’s position to the hole. “You know it’s my turn, don’t you?” she says. 
You stand up, rolling your body against the club as you do like it’s a stripper pole. It’s taking a lot of effort not to laugh at the exasperated look on your wife’s face, but by the straining in her pants, your exaggerated stunts are still impacting her. “Haven’t you already come first enough recently?” you ask innocently. 
“That doesn’t even make sense in this context,” she protests and you can’t stop from giggling. You make the putt and so does she. 
Moving onto the next hole, you bend at the waist to set your ball down, giving Agatha a clear view of your soaked underwear, and you can hear her sharp intake of breath from where she’s standing behind you. You’re playing a dangerous game and you know it’s only a matter of time before she starts trying to regain the upper hand. 
You get to the fifth hole before it happens. You’ve calmed down on the teasing because the score is so close and you’re determined not to let your wife beat you, and Agatha decides to try to throw you off. 
You’re about to take the putt when all of a sudden, she wraps her arms around you, hands resting on top of yours, as if she’s showing you how to hold the golf club if any passersby happen to see you.
But what she’s really doing is pressing her hard cock against your ass, pushing you forward slightly so your clit brushes against the putter. 
“Mommy can’t wait to fuck you later,” she purrs and your mind goes blank, an indescribable heat growing inside you. It’s the combination of being worked up by her reaction to your teasing, feeling her cock, and the words she’s whispering into your ear that is driving you absolutely crazy and you whine. Her little displays of power are so fucking hot and it only makes you want to struggle for control even more. But Agatha isn’t done yet. “I love the feeling of your warm, wet cunt around me. It’s like you were made for mommy — for mommy’s cock. I love all your pretty sounds, I love the way you look with my cock in your mouth. Fuck, baby, you’re so hot, I need you so bad.” 
Your breath is coming out raggedly and your head is absolutely spinning. You need to get a hold of yourself and you push your ass back into her cock. She hisses and it helps to clear your mind a little. “God, you’re just a pervert, aren’t you?” you taunt and she gasps and bucks forward. A thrill runs through you. “Getting me all worked up while we’re trying to play a nice little game of mini-golf. You just can’t help yourself, can you? You just need me too bad, right, mommy? If only you could get your cock inside me before cumming.”
Maybe it’s a little too far because she growls behind you and grabs you by the arm, pulling you back to the front. 
“Agatha — wait, what —” 
She whirls around and she looks mad. “We are going to go home,” she seethes, “and I’m going to teach you a fucking lesson about watching your tongue.” You can’t help but feel excited, and it only turns you on more when she barks at the employee who is taking too long to focus on you two so you can return your clubs. 
And then she’s peeling out of the parking lot and going ten over the speed limit to get to your house as quickly as possible. You position yourself so that both your feet are up on the seat with a leg resting against the middle console and the other against the door, and you run two fingers up your clothed slit, making a muffled sound. 
Agatha glances over at you, swears, and then quickly looks back to the road, her face heating up. You chuckle and then your head drops back against the seat when you rub at your clit. “What are you doing?” she asks hoarsely. 
“What does it look like, mommy? I’m touching myself,” you state and her lips part with heavy breaths. “I’m so fucking wet for you.” Your panties are actually soaked and they’re no longer acting as a barrier for your cunt so you’re leaking out the sides of the fabric onto your skirt and upper, inner thighs. 
The car accelerates even more and her hand reaches across to grip onto your knee like she just needs to feel your skin. It makes you clench and even more wetness gushes out of you. You don’t even know how you got to be this much of a mess, but your wife just has a way of making you crazy. 
But you’re not the only one who’s going crazy — a quick peek over the console shows that her cock is straining so much against her pants that you think the fabric might be permanently stretched out. Her cheeks are flushed and her arms are so tightly gripped around the steering wheel that the veins running from her hands all the way up to her shoulders are taunt and blue. You want to lean over and trace them with your tongue. 
A stifled moan slips out of your mouth and her fingernails dig into your thigh, leaving little indentations in your skin. “Mommy, fuck,” you say breathlessly, pressing harder on your clit. “I need you.” 
Agatha fucking whimpers and swerves into the driveway, throws the car into park, and gets out of the car with record speed. You follow her into the foyer, expecting for her to head toward the stairs, but you don’t even make it past the kitchen before she spins around and grabs your cheeks to pull you in for a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. Her tongue tangles with yours and your moan is swallowed by her, but she pulls away too quickly after biting down on your bottom lip. 
She shoves you against the island and her hand pushes you down onto it and you hiss at the coldness of the surface before she flips your skirt up over your ass and spanks both your buttcheeks hard. 
You whine and jump, lurching forward and your clit throbs. “Mommy,” you cry and the pressure of her hand on your back is gone. You hear the sound of her unbuckling her belt and unzipping her pants and you prop yourself up by your elbows, arch your back to push your ass up even further, and look over your shoulder to watch. 
Agatha takes out her cock, hard and red and already leaking everywhere, and you bite your lip at the sight of her pants still on and parted around her cock. “Fuck, honey, you’re so fucking wet,” she rasps in awe. “I’m gonna have to clean you up a little so you don’t ruin mommy’s good pants.”
She tugs your underwear over your ass, giving it another spank for good measure, and then slides them down your legs so you can step out of them. Agatha kicks your feet apart and you widen your stance so she can thoroughly wipe your wetness off your inner thighs and your cunt. An unrestrained groan slips through her lips and you watch with bated breath as her other hand firmly clasps the base of her cock in an attempt to stop what happened last time to happen again. 
“Sweetheart, fuck,” she says, holding up your underwear to the light and you gasp. You have completely turned the once-light gray fabric dark and it looks like they were just dunked in a bucket of water. Her hips jerk into her hand involuntarily. 
You’re almost entirely overwhelmed and you can feel how swollen and needy your pussy has become. “It’s not my fault, mommy,” you say pathetically. 
She huffs out a laugh, giving her cock one quick stroke. “Oh, I suppose it’s mine?” she mocks. “Cause I was being a ‘pervert’?”
Humming, you nod in agreement, giving her doe-eyes to show her that you’re nothing more than the innocent victim here and her face contorts with pleasure as she ghosts the tip of her cock over your asscheek, getting your skin sticky with precum. 
And then she raises your underwear to her nose and breathes in the scent of you deeply, and it’s like you’re watching in slow motion. 
Her eyelids fly open in a panic, knowing that she just fucked up, and the hand around her cock tightens involuntarily before she makes a noise somewhere between a grunt and a groan, frustrated and furious all the same.
“Fuck — no, fuck,” she curses and her hips shoot forward as she cums, a spurt erupting and pooling on your ass and lower back. She continues to rut back and forth against your asscrack, more cum being pumped out from her pulsing cock, and you gasp at how it feels on your skin. Agatha’s hands grasp onto your hips while she rides out her orgasm, looking very embarrassed, until she finally slows her movements. 
Her spent cock twitches where it’s resting on your ass, one last strand of cum spitting out from the tip. You are in absolute disbelief that she didn’t even make it inside you again and you can feel how covered you are in her cum. It only makes the ache inside you get worse and you clench around nothing, a
An awkward silence settles over the kitchen before you clear your throat. “Well, you got further than last time,” you point out, not even sure if it’s the truth.
Agatha scoffs. “You need to learn how to shut your mouth.” Her eyes light up with an idea and she takes your sopping wet underwear, still clenched between her hand and your hip, and mops up the puddles of rapidly-cooling cum on your back. Your breathing gets heavier, the air seemingly getting thicker, and you think you know what she’s going to do. 
She yanks you off your elbows by your hair and spins you around before balling up your panties and pressing them against your lips before you open wide and she shoves them into your mouth. “Clean them up for me, pretty girl.”
You let out a muffled moan at the overwhelming taste of your pussy and her cum and your eyes roll back into your head. She watches with rapt attention as you move them around as you suck on the wet fabric before she reaches down and slides three fingers into you. 
The sudden fullness has you scrambling to grab onto the countertop behind you and she curls them up inside you deep and rough. You try to say something, maybe a beg, but it comes out garbled and neither of you understand it. 
She sets a bruising pace and your head falls back. You’re so wet there’s a squelching noise with each thrust and her thumb barely gets any friction as it rubs against your clit. You’re reduced to begging with your eyes and incoherent noises but she gets the idea. 
The taste of the two of you mixed together and her fingers filling you so deliciously is dizzying and pleasure is already heating up in your body. You’re not sure how much more of this you can take but the steel in Agatha’s eyes says that you’re going to take it all. 
It’s like she’s overcompensating as she drives her fingers into your wet cunt over and over and it keeps pushing high-pitched keens out of your mouth. Her thumb presses against your clit and you clench tightly around her and Agatha’s rhythm stutters. 
“You feel so good, baby,” she pants. “You’re so fucking hot, making me cum twice before I even get into you.” Your moans get more frantic, hips now bucking to meet her thrusts and get her deeper inside you. “Such a good slut for mommy.” 
She leans closer to suck on your neck and then trails down to your chest, leaving marks in her wake. 
It’s too much — you become overstimulated far too quickly and with a muffled cry, you cum all over her fingers when she twists them roughly inside you with a rough nip to your clavicle. 
Her three fingers still move slowly in and out of you until you wince and she pulls out, leaving a hollow emptiness in your cunt. She fishes the panties out of your mouth before shoving her wet fingers inside and making you clean those off too. Agatha’s cock twitches and she pulls her fingers out of your mouth, smearing your saliva all over your cheeks.
“Fuck,” you say, very out of breath, and she hums in agreement. “I can’t believe you came from practically nothing again.” 
Agatha’s cheeks redden and she rolls her eyes while trying to seem unbothered. “It’s not my fault I have such a hot slut for a wife.” 
You smirk and kiss her mouth, slipping your tongue past her lips so she can taste the combination of both of you. “Well, you know what they say,” you tell her matter-of-factly. She raises an eyebrow. “Third time’s the charm.” 
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hi, I only recently saw your Yelena Belova x Reader! Super Soldier and I really liked it, idk if you did but can you make a part 2 or write something similar to it?
Whispers of Hydra
Pairing: Yelena Belova x GN Super Soldier! Reader
Summary: Life was peaceful until a knock at the door reminds you of what you were designed for.
Angst & Light Fluff
Warnings: Mentions of Red Room, Trauma, Scars, Hydra, Mentions of the conditions of Red Room, Mentions of brain washing, Mentions of weapons, Mentions of blood| 1.6K
AC: Thank you for sending this! It made me miss these two so much! I had so much writing this one that I am 100% open to a part two!!  I hope you enjoy! x
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The fireplace crackled, casting dancing shadows on the log walls of the cabin. Outside, the wind howled a soft lullaby like song through the tall pines that helped keep the cabin hidden from any hikers that dared to tackle the harsh conditions of the mountain. In the kitchen, Yelena, stirred a pot of stew she had been making for the last two hours while you sat in a worn armchair taking in the peace that you both had created. 
From the armchair, you could see Yelena stirring away at the pot of stew, watching as she was focused on making another tasty meal for the two of you. You pushed yourself up from the armchair and wandered over to the doorway that separated the small living room and kitchen. 
“You know” you began, your voice soft, “you’re a much better cook than I ever was”.
Yelena scoffed, looking over her shoulder at you, “I knew that when you set fire to the toaster trying to make pop-tarts!”. You chuckled lightly, “that was an honest mistake”.
“Well, maybe if you watch me cook, you might learn something!” Yelena replied, a small chuckle escaping from her as you pushed yourself off the doorframe and made your way over to the blonde. You wrapped your strong arms around her waist, resting your chin on her shoulder, “I guess the tables have changed” you smiled softly, “teach me to cook” you added.
Yelena naturally leaned back into your hold, her free hand softly finding yours, weaving her fingers with yours. “So, you remember” she said softly. A faint memory of when she was just a young adult in training while you told her commands to spar against her fellow widow. Your eyes slightly dropped, “I do but I don’t want that to ruin this moment” you replied, watching as the wooden spoon circled the pot. 
The shared history was complex. You had been one of Yelena’s trainers in the Red Room, an almost mythical figure in the blonde’s younger life. To you, you were nothing more than a weapon to cause harm, to train others to cause harm but to Yelena? You were everything she didn’t know she needed. You had been forced out of the Widow training program before Yelena’s graduation, leaving a void that nothing and no one had ever filled. 
Natasha was the one that found you with the help of Steve and Bucky. Hydra’s grasp on you was strong, your brain washing was severe with a tangled web of false commands and implanted memories. Nothing seemed to work, no therapy or desensitization. You were injected with the super serum well after Steve and Bucky’s time, leaving Bucky to be somewhat thankful that his therapy and treatment worked but seeing you suffering daily tore at every body's strings. When things didn’t look to be getting better for you, it was Natasha that took the risk and brought in a reluctant Yelena to the compound hoping that maybe if you saw somebody real from your past, it might break Hydra’s toxic hold. 
It had, like a tsunami flushing out all the horrible things you were made to do. It took some time for Yelena to rebuild her trust within you by reconnecting with her, your mind allowed the therapy and desensitization to work its wonders and finally free you from Hydra. 
Now, trying to live a life of normalcy, you and Yelena spent your quiet days hiking through the woods, creating new memories together and now Yelena teaching you to cook was added to the list of things you wanted to fulfill in your new life.
“Do you mind handing me the pepper?” Yelena asked, respecting your wish to not dwell on a memory that was still so fresh to you. 
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A week later as a harsh winter storm began to descend, blanketing the woods in a thick layer of snow. Yelena was in the city, helping Kate with a lead on a mission, leaving you at the shared home. You didn’t mind, you enjoyed the peace and a little down time to yourself, but it was the weather than made you uneasy that morning. As you pour yourself an extra hot mug of black coffee, a knock at the door echoed through the wooden cabin. 
Your body tensed in a familiar sense of readiness as you slowly and quietly walked over to the door on cautious feet. A hidden knife in arms reach for protection, you peeked through the small peephole. A tall, broad figure stood on the porch wearing a long, black trench coat that failed to hide the weapons at his belt. 
As you opened the door, allowing the cold wind to rush into the warm cabin, the man was large and his face showing no expression as he held a small metal case in his gloved hand. “I believe this belongs to you” his voice was rough, deep and laced with an accent you hadn’t heard in a long time. “I was told you’d come here, that you went soft”. 
“Who sent you?” You asked, keeping your posture on alert for anything.
“That is not important. What’s important is this” he tossed the metal case to you, landing at your feet with a dull thud. 
Not taking your eyes off the unknown stranger, you leaned down and picked up the case, opening it to find a familiar set of files. Images from the Red Room back in the day but most disturbingly, a picture of you and Yelena that had been taken only a few days ago. Your blood turned to ice knowing that the peaceful sanctuary you and Yelena shared had been breached. You weren’t forgotten like you had hoped. 
“This isn’t going to work” you said, your voice dangerously low.
The man laughed, “I thought you’d say that” he said, drawing his weapon from his coat. “There’s a big number above that head of yours, soldier!” He added. Quickly, you raised the metal case to your face, blocking the bullet that was meant for your face. The fight was brutal, fast and explosive. Years of training and somehow you managed to not forget a single thing. You skillfully dodged the soldier’s attacks. Blocking the flurry blows that would have broken the ribs of any ordinary human. 
His gun now knocked out of his hand, you kicked it to the side, making sure it slid out of arms each before you threw the soldier across the small cabin, sending him into the support beam. He grunted as he hit the floor before shaking off the blow and launching himself back at you. Throwing a punch at you that you were able to block and delivered him a left hook that sent him reeling. 
The soldier laughed, “you’re not as fast as you used to be!” He said, spitting out blood onto the wooden floor. He looked at you for a brief moment before pulling out a second weapon, “you’ve spent too much time being soft!” He said, breaking the silence as he charged towards you. 
Using your enhanced strength, you grabbed the man’s weapon, wrenching it from his hand. “Or maybe you’re just weak!” You spat as you spun, using the barrel of the gun to deliver a sharp blow to the soldier’s temple. His lifeless body felt, sending a thud through the cabin as his blood pooled around him. You dropped the gun in relief as your eyes dropped to the floor, watching his blood river over the photos of you and Yelena on the floor.
“Y/n!” Yelena called in a worried voice, rushing over to you. “Y-you’re hurt!” She said, looking at your face. You didn’t hear her motorcycle roaring up the snowy mountain, you barely even heard her voice over the shock that took over you. It had been so long since you took the life of another person. 
“I…I’m fine” you stuttered as your eyes slowly looked up at her. 
“Who is that?” Yelena asked, stepping over the body to get to you. “It doesn’t matter” you replied as Yelena gently cupped your face, wanting to draw your attention to her. “They’ll just come back” you added. Yelena could see the fear in your eyes, the realization of the danger that they were now in crashed over her like a wave. She knew that the peaceful life was now gone but she refused to let you see her own fears. 
“Then we’ll fight them” she said in a low, soft whisper. 
The weight of the fight fell heavily on you; after removing the lifeless body from your shared home and Yelena cleaning up the blood left behind, the next few days were spent in a tense silence. Fear of the unknown taunting you. Each night Yelena woke up to find you staring outside the window over the snow-covered woods. She wrapped her arms around you from behind, pressing her back into your back.
“I’m afraid too” she whispered, her voice trembling.
You turned around, her green eyes filled with fear as you pulled her into a tight embrace, “I’m afraid they’ll take you away again” she admitted. 
“I promise you, they won’t” you replied, your voice firm. “I won’t let them” 
“We…” Yelena started, pulling away to look up at you with her eyes now filling with tears, “We could leave, find a new place. Tell nobody” She suggested but you shook your head, “baby, I’m not going to take you away from your family and friends” you said, gently cupping her face, “I’m done running” you added. 
Yelena nodded softly, “then we fight them together. Promise me…. promise me we’re in this together”
You hated knowing that Yelena was in just as much danger as you, that you were the one that put her in this position. “I promise” you replied softly, placing a kiss on her forehead. You knew better than to argue and if you were being completely honest, you needed her just as much as she needed you.
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Another little au prompt!! Its more about Nat and Wanda tho. When Wanda goes through her mind during ultron, she sees the trauma of the red room but then the delight of her being a mother. Some cute angst/fluff when they talk about it at the tower later when Wanda joins up?
Breaking The Ice
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff Mentions of Nat x Daughter! Reader.
Summary: Wanda breaks the ice with Nat and apologizes for the events that took place at the HYDRA base. 
Angst, Comfort
Warnings: Mentions of Red Room & Pregnancy, Nat being under Wanda’s magic | 0.8K
AC: Thank you for sending this!! I love this idea so much!! I wanna say Reader is 3 years old here, sorry it’s not hella long! I hope you enjoy! x
A Widow’s Sunshine Masterlist
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It’s been a week since the Avengers attacked the HYDRA base in Sokovia, Natasha wanted nothing more than to go home and see her little girl but the endless mission reports and follow ups were stopping her from leaving. Laura was looking after you while Natasha was working, she called once a day whenever she could just to hear your mumbles of words or your adorable giggles. It gave your mother a peace of mind that she would be home soon, and that you were in the safest hands possible.
Natasha was just starting to file some paperwork when Wanda knocked softly on the door. The red head struggled to even look at the now new member of the Avengers, after what she did to Nat at the base, she didn’t trust Wanda even for a second. 
“Can I help you?” Natasha asked sternly, shooting the young woman a deep glare. Wanda’s eyes dropped to the small pile of paperwork that Natasha was making neat. “I- I just wanted to apologise for what I did” she said, slowly looking up at Nat once more. 
“You can save it; you probably already know how I feel” Nat light shook her head. Wanda slowly entered the room and took a seat, showing Natasha that she wasn’t going anywhere until she was confident Nat could forgive her, even if it was a small bit of forgiveness. 
“You have every right to be mad with me, I should never have done what did” Wanda admits, taking full responsibility. 
“I don’t think you even understand what you did, you just enter people’s minds without a second thought. You have no idea what you put me through!” Natasha snapped, clenching her jaw. “You made me relive a part of my life that I try day in and day out to forget. Can you even think about how traumatising that is for somebody? I don’t care that it was something you just had to do in the moment, so please. Save it” she added.
Wanda’s eyes dropped once more, this time to hers in her lap “the good weighs out the bad” she replied. A small moment of silence filled the room before Wanda spoke once more. “Your daughter, she weighs out the bad” she added, looking up at the Avenger. “You’re holding so much against yourself for what you were made to do, you think everybody thinks you’re a bad person but you’re not. I entered everybody’s mind that day, I saw a lot of hurt and darkness but the brightest thing I saw was the joy you felt when you found out you were pregnant” 
Nat’s mind instantly reminded her of that day, although she was scared, she was so happy and excited. A soft smile tugged at her lips before she remembered she was in the room with somebody else. “I don’t want you to hate me, I’m new here and I don’t know anything, so I understand why you don’t like me. I just want a chance, I want to do good, and I guess, you’re the only person I know that would understand how I’m feeling” Wanda added, bringing Natasha’s thoughts to the woman in front of her.
Natasha knew little of Wanda and her powers and she knew she couldn’t hold her actions against her, after all, she was only doing what she was told to do. Nat let out a heavy sigh before she took her seat again, “I would really appreciate it if you kept what you saw to yourself” she said softly. 
“Of course,” Wanda replied, giving Nat a soft smile. Silence once again filling the room as Nat looked down at the small pile of paperwork in front of her, “What’s her name?” Wanda asked, breaking the awkward silence. 
“Y/n, she’s three” Nat said as she began to file some of the paperwork. 
“She’s beautiful, does she stay here while you’re working?” 
Natasha shook her head before she looked up at Wanda once more, “No, she stays with family. After I finish here, I get to finally go home”
“You must miss her” The brunette commented. 
“I do” Nat couldn’t help the smile softly tugging at her lips at the thought of finally being able to hold you again, to read your favorite bedtime story, to hear your contagious laugh once more. “For what it’s worth, you’re not a bad person. People like us were just delt with shit cards, it’s what you do from now on that matters. We are team here; you can apologise as much as you need but actions speak louder than words here” Nat adds before rising from her seat.
Wanda nodded, acknowledging the widow’s words, “I figured. Not everybody seems to be very talkative, beside Vision, I guess” 
“They’ll warm up to you, after all, you did try to kill us” Nat replied as she walked towards the door, Wanda turning in her chair to face the woman once more, “thank you, Natasha”
“Call me Nat” the red heard smiled once more, “if you’ll excuse me, I have a little girl waiting for me at home” she added.
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“People see what they wish to see. And in most cases, what they are told that they see.”
— Erin Morgenstern
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Four times Agatha fails at cockwarming (and one time she doesn't)
The first attempt
Based on this ask that has made me completely feral and taken over my brain in the best way
Word count: 4.1k
Warnings: premature ejaculation, teasing, g!p Agatha, mommy kink, bratty reader, desperate!agatha, super slight temperature play
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When you wake up on Saturday morning a bit later than you usually do, you roll over and reach out your fingers, seeking the warmth of your wife’s body. All you find is an empty half of the bed, the sheets already cool. 
You frown. How long has she been awake for? You were really hoping that the two of you could spend some quality time together. 
Agatha’s been stuck grading papers in the evenings lately; it’s almost the end of the semester and all of her students have been rushing to turn in missing assignments before they took the final exam yesterday. 
Meanwhile, you’ve also had to work long hours lately, so you’ve been absolutely exhausted by the time you get home. 
And as a result of this, it’s been almost a week since the two of you have had sex, and you are dying. Almost every night you’ve woken up, a molten heat between your legs and a burning in your stomach, and you’ve been so tempted to roll over and wake your wife up to satiate the hunger, but each time, you see how stress free she looks, the usual lines of worry across her forehead gone, and you decide to go back to sleep. You’d touch yourself if you could, but that’s against your rules and you just know she would wake up at the right moment and catch you.  
But you are determined to get her cock inside you today. You’re going to find her, fuck her wherever in the house she is, and then drag her back to the bedroom for the rest of the day. 
So you get out of bed, brush your teeth, and walk downstairs in nothing but Agatha’s purple flannel, the comfy one that she loves that always seems to end up on your body, especially when sleeping. You expect to find her in the kitchen, maybe making breakfast like she usually does for you on the weekends, but she’s not there. 
You make your way through the living room and imagine sinking down to your knees the second you see her, crawling to her across the floor to unbutton her pants and take her cock in your mouth. Your cunt throbs. 
The door to her study is left ajar and you can hear the soft sound of pen on paper, so you peek your head in to find Agatha sitting at her desk, dressed in a tight, white T-shirt and nicely-fitted black pants, her hair curly and loose and falling over her face, and she has her favorite pair of tortoise-shell reading glasses on. 
Fuck. Your mouth goes dry at the sight. 
She is so focused, scribbling something with her left hand — why is that so hot? — and her brows are slightly furrowed. It’s a stern look of sorts and it goes straight to your pussy. If you were wearing underwear, it would be soaked right now, and instead you can feel your slick on your inner thigh. 
“If you were my teacher,” you say, and she startles before smiling when she sees that it’s just you. “I would be so fucking distracted all the time. I think I’d fail everything on purpose just so I’d need some tutoring. Think I could get some extra credit, Professor Harkness?” Your voice drops to a seductive octave and you see her lips slightly part and her gaze darken. 
“Good morning, baby,” Agatha says and appreciatively checks you out as you slowly walk over to her, swaying your hips to tease her. You walk behind her chair and wrap your arms around her, breathing in the perfume that has become your favorite scent.
You hum and look over her shoulder at what she’s working on. She’s grading an exam and the student did not do well. “How long have you been up? Want to take a break?” you ask, nuzzling your nose against her hair and licking up her earlobe. 
Your wife stiffens beneath you. If it’s been torture for you this week, you can’t even imagine how she’s feeling. You nibble and then kiss down the side of her face before dragging your tongue up her neck. 
Agatha’s hand clenches the pen so hard you think it might snap in half and you smirk to yourself. You’re going to have what you want in no time. There’s another gush of wetness from your pussy and you feel so fucking empty and you’re about to pull her chair back and straddle her—
“Honey,” she says levelly. “I really need to get this work done today. Maybe later?” 
You pull back, absolutely stunned. You can see her erection starting to grow through her pants and you know that she’s affected. “But mommy,” you whine and she tilts her head to look up at you, eyebrow raised. “Please? I need you so bad.” 
For a second, it looks like she might break. You wait with bated breath, arousal skirting through your veins, but she shakes her head. “Sorry, baby. Be a good girl for mommy and wait.” 
“Fine,” you huff and nip at the juncture of her shoulder and neck before walking to the door to the study. “Maybe I’ll just go take care of it myself.”
“Don’t be a brat,” she calls after you, before lowering her voice threateningly. “And don’t even think about touching yourself.” 
You turn at the door to toss a wink at her before going into the kitchen. You won’t break her rule, but you are going to break her. You’re going to get her so wound up that she has no choice but to fuck you. 
You scroll on your phone for about fifteen minutes, which is more than enough time to get Agatha’s suspicions up, and you open a container of vanilla yogurt and spoon it into a bowl before walking back to the office. She looks up when you enter, tension etched on her face, and you know she’s wondering what you’ve been up to. 
But then she takes you in, realizes that you unbuttoned her flannel so now she can see most of your boobs — nipples hidden just barely — and your stomach and your cunt, and her jaw drops. 
“Hey,” you say, not giving anything away, and you make your way back over to her side of the desk to perch on the edge. Her eyes dart all over the place wildly, like she’s trying not to look at your bare chest on display but failing miserably. 
You’re absolutely delighted to see the outline of her cock through the fabric of her pants — either she is still affected by your teasing earlier, which was practically nothing, or she got half-hard just looking at you now. 
Agatha sees you looking and shifts uncomfortably, crossing one leg over the other. “What are you doing?” she asks thickly. 
Getting a glob of yogurt on your spoon, you shrug and raise it to your mouth before lasciviously licking it off, never breaking eye contact. “Eating breakfast.” 
Her eyes narrow through her glasses and your heart starts to pound harder. How is it possible for someone to look this sexy? 
She raises her pen to her mouth and takes the tip between her teeth, just watching you. You do the same thing a few more times, slowly running your tongue up the surface of the spoon, and her right hand grips onto the armrest. The air is charged between you, electricity cackling, and you feel like you are so close to getting what you want. 
You just have to bring it home. 
When you go to take your next spoonful, the silverware catches on the edge of the bowl and knocks it out of your grasp, splattering yogurt all over your bare cleavage. 
Agatha actually gasps and you are so fucking happy that it actually worked. 
“Oops,” you say innocently and swipe through the mess on your skin, collecting some of the yogurt with two fingers before enveloping them into your mouth and sucking. You even let out a moan for dramatic effect. 
It’s obvious that Agatha realizes it was a stunt based on the lethal look in her eyes but that doesn’t make it have any less impact on her. She swallows hard, her cheeks pinking slightly, and she can’t stop looking at your tits. 
You push your fingers a little deeper down into your mouth the next time and you gag slightly and Agatha lets out a whimper. When you glance down at her lap, she has a full erection now and her breathing starts to deepen. She leans back in her chair and her hips rise almost indiscernibly to try and get some friction. 
“Want some help with that, mommy?” you ask and shift back on her desk so you’re able to widen your own legs more and show her the glistening wetness between them. 
Her fingers on the armrest flex and then relax and she bites her lip. It would be so easy to hop down and take out her cock for her — you don’t even think she’d object. 
But you want to make her so desperate that she breaks. 
Agatha’s eyes are dark through her glasses and you can tell that she’s absolutely aching too. You know she’s thinking about all the times she’s cum on your tits with a grunt and made you clean it off, just like that. The only difference between the picture you’re painting now and that one is you’re not on your knees in front of her. 
Although, you’d change that in a heartbeat if she asked. 
There’s a heated moment in which neither of you says anything, before she chews on the inside of her cheek and opens her mouth. “Later, honey,” she rasps, but instead of feeling rejected and frustrated, you feel even more challenged. 
With one last drag of your fingers across your chest to get the rest of the yogurt before cleaning them off in your mouth with a wet pop, you tap your sticky fingers under her chin and get off the desk. “I like the taste of you better,” you decide and laugh as her jaw clenches. 
And then, just because you’re you and you love to tease, you bend down, putting a hand atop hers on the armrest, and press a quick kiss to her cock through her pants and you feel it jump against your lips. Agatha lets out a strangled gasp, sounding like a wounded animal, but you don’t do anything more. 
You can feel her stare burning into you as you leave the study again, mind already spinning with more ways to tease her. 
The next idea comes to you shortly and you quickly run upstairs to shrug off Agatha’s flannel and put on a purple, skimpy, two-piece bathing suit — her favorite one. You stand in front of the floor-length mirror and snap a picture, pushing your arms together slightly so your boobs perk up, and then text it to your wife. 
Think I’ll go for a swim. Care to join me?  
You watch attentively as bubbles pop up on the screen and then go away. She starts typing again, and then stops as well, and it feels like you’re watching her brain short-circuit in real life. She can’t keep her hands off you when you wear this suit and you imagine her palming her dick in her office right now and trying to get any sense of relief that she can. 
Finally, she sends a response. Fuck. 
Short and to the point. You catch a glimpse of your wide grin in the mirror before typing back, That’s the point, mommy. 
You don’t get an answer — you didn’t think you would, but you know that she must be going crazy right now, and you walk downstairs and hope that she calls you into her study. The ache inside you is growing and you’re not sure how much longer you can take. But it’s like you’ve started a battle of the wills between the two of you, and you refuse to give in. 
The sun feels great on your skin as you lay on the lounge chairs in your backyard. You toy with the idea of getting in the pool and then parading around Agatha’s office all wet like that, but decide to do something a little more daring. 
Grabbing your phone, you open the camera and flip it away from you and slide just your fingertips under the elastic waistband and snap a picture. 
This time, you get a text back immediately. Come here right now. 
A thrill runs through you and you quickly run inside and grab something from the freezer, tearing off the wrapper, and going to nonchalantly lean against the doorway of the study, where Agatha is already staring at you, the vein in her head throbbing. 
And she only gets more flustered when you run your tongue up the side of the popsicle you’re now holding. 
“What the fuck are you doing?” she snarls and you smirk before sauntering over to the couch and plopping down on it, putting a leg up over the side so she can see how dark the crotch of your suit bottoms have become. Agatha looks like she might pass out. 
It’s dizzying, to have this much power over her. To be able to reduce her to a feral woman, one whose eyes are completely swallowed up with desire and whose cheeks are flushed. You haven’t even been in the room in about twenty minutes, and you bet she’s still hard, if not harder. 
“Eating a popsicle. Do you want one?” you ask, pure and generous, like it’s common sense that you’re just being her thoughtful, good girl. 
But there’s nothing pure about the way you open your mouth and take the entire popsicle down your throat, bobbing your head up and down for good measure while you give her your best blow-job eyes. You know how absolutely crazy she gets when you look at her like that and right now is no exception — her cheek twitches and she gulps, a slight sheen of sweat breaking out on her face. 
“You need to stop,” she says dangerously. “Mommy needs to get her work done and can’t fucking concentrate because of you.” 
You hollow out your cheeks and suck on the popsicle hard. 
And then it’s your turn to whimper because she pushes out of her chair and stands up and as she’s walking over to you, you can see her cock straining against her pants and you wonder if she’s about to fuck you on the couch. 
Wouldn’t be the first time. 
But she yanks the popsicle out of your mouth by the stick and drags it across your chest, making you hiss at the cold, before she leans down and sucks up the flavoring and ice. 
“You are driving me fucking crazy,” she groans before pulling you off the couch and reaching behind you and untying your top. She tears it off over your head before trailing the popsicle, melting now from your body heat, down to circle your nipple. It hardens and goosebumps erupt all over your chest and it tears a short moan from your mouth. 
And then just like before, her mouth follows, licking the same path around your nipple before sucking it into her mouth and making you keen. Your entire body is engulfed in heat and you press a thigh against her cock, making her shudder. She’s hard, so fucking hard, and you need to feel her inside you. 
“Agatha — mommy, fuck, I need you,” you whine and grab onto her hair but she yanks herself back, her chest rising and falling fast before grabbing your throat. 
Your body stiffens and your brain goes foggy. “Listen to me very closely, babygirl,” she whispers and it just goes to your head and your cunt even more. “You are going to go back upstairs and put on some decent clothes. And then you’re going to come down here and sit your ass on the couch so I can watch you and make sure you’re not getting into any more trouble. And if you can behave—” her eyebrows raise like she doesn’t think you can, “—then maybe, you’ll get a reward.” 
You are fucking soaked and all you can go is nod, but just to get the last word in somehow, you angle your leg just a little more, rubbing against her cock, and she almost buckles, a low groan coming from her mouth. She pulses in her pants and she grunts and her hips jerk forward. 
“Mommy, please,” you beg in desperation, seeing the look on her face. You think she might be even more turned on than you. 
But your wife is resisting for the principle now, and she steps back from you and points to the hallway. You roll your eyes and huff before stomping up and finding the shortest skirt and the smallest white crop-top you own, forgoing a bra entirely and putting on your skimpiest pair of underwear that barely covers anything. If you’re lucky, she’ll get so mad at you for being a brat that she’ll bend you over her leg and spank you. 
You strut back into the study and up to her desk, and the pen in Agatha’s fingers falls onto the table. “Do you call those decent clothes?” she rasps and you shrug teasingly before picking up a pencil and spinning it around your fingers, sending it flying to the middle of the room. 
“Whoops,” you say, and when you turn around to bend down and pick it up, showing Agatha your soaked panties and your pussy lips peeking out around the edges, she takes too sharp of a breath and it sends her into a coughing fit. 
It’s hard not to laugh and you put the pencil down before telling her you’ll be right back and quickly walking to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. You get a second one just for yourself, determined that you’re closer than ever to making her break. 
She’s still coughing a little when you get back to the room and she gratefully accepts the cup you offer to her before gulping down half of the water. Now that you’re standing on her side of the desk, you can still see the prominent bulge in her pants and it makes arousal rush through you. Agatha must have been turned on all fucking day, you’re not sure how she hasn’t given in yet. 
As much as you need your release, you want her to get some even more, so you raise your glass to your lips and tip it too much, sending the entire, overflowed cup of water pouring down your front and onto the floor. 
Agatha swears and jumps back in her chair to avoid getting wet and you immediately drop to your knees, your shirt now clinging to your body and showing your pebbled nipples, almost as hard as your wife’s cock. She makes a muffled noise and when you look up, you realize that she has a perfect vantage point right down your shirt. 
At this point, her hands are claws digging into her thighs and her hips buck involuntarily, and you have a brilliant idea for how to clean up the spilled water. 
You take off your wet shirt, your chest glistening, and Agatha lurches forward uncontrollably, letting out a gasp. You smirk sweetly before mopping up the puddle, looking up at her through your lashes with your bottom lip between your teeth and her jaw clenches. 
Heat is practically radiating off her. 
The floor is now for the most part dry, and you crawl closer on your knees to put your hands on her thighs to push yourself up, “accidentally” brushing the tip of her cock, and her arm shoots out to grab your wrist. 
She looks livid. 
Agatha stands up, yanking you with her, and turns you over to bend you over her desk and she spanks you hard. 
You moan and push back against her cock and she whimpers before leaning over you. “You want to act like a fucking slut? Then you’re going to sit on my cock until I’m done working and if you move an inch, I won’t touch you for a week, got it?” she hisses in your ear, tugging on your hair, and it’s all you can do to nod your head. 
She spins you around, unzips her pants, and reaches inside to pull out her cock and fuck — she’s so stiff that she’s standing up completely straight, her tip twitching and oozing precum, and the veins along her length are prominent and almost purple. 
You want to taste her so fucking bad, but you also just need her inside you. You can feel how wet you are, how wet you’ve been this entire day, and you know it’s going to be absolute torture to cockwarm her. 
Agatha hikes up your skirt and groans when she slides a hand between your legs to feel your underwear and you lick a hot stripe up your palm and fingers with your tongue before reaching down and giving her cock a quick stroke while she starts peel your panties off and — 
“Oh, fuck fuck fuck — no, fuck,” she chants and then lets out a guttural cry as her hips jolt and her cock pulses in your hand and then throbs, and she slumps forward onto you as she cums. 
Her seed spurts out while her body jerks against yours pathetically while she grunts in frustration and rides it out. You are in complete shock that all it took was one touch from you to have her absolutely fall apart like this; maybe your teasing worked a little too well. Her cum is hot as it drips down your hand and down to the base of her cock and the sounds coming from her mouth are downright pornographic. 
You can feel yourself getting even wetter though, the power you have over her coursing through your body and settling right in your cunt, making your head spin with how it feels. She’s never had this happen before, and you’re not sure if it's because of the dry spell or your teasing or both. 
When her cock finally starts to soften in your hand, she steps back and her face is bright red and she’s looking anywhere but your eyes. 
“Mommy, you just—” you start to say in awe, but she drops her head into her hands, her glasses being pushed up on her forehead. 
“Don’t,” she says, but it comes out muffled and she drops down into her chair, still refusing to look at you. 
It’s taking all your ability to not laugh because you know she’s already humiliated enough. Instead, you slowly get to your knees in front of her and, even though she’s not watching, you lick all of her cum off your hand, moaning at the salty taste, and then pushing her legs open so you can get between them. 
She jumps when your tongue darts out to clean the cooling cum off the base of her cock and with one hand still covering her face, the other comes down to rest on your head while you continue gently lapping at her. Her cock twitches every now and then with your mouth on it, and you know she’ll be hard again in no time. 
When you’re done and sit back on your heels, she finally looks at you, her face no longer scarlett. 
“You’re a fucking tease, you know that?” she asks, her voice still a little shaky. 
You smirk. “Do you know how fucking hot that was, mommy? But maybe you should’ve just fucked me the first time I asked, though.” 
Agatha rolls her eyes and stands up, motioning for you to get off the ground. “We’re going to go up to our room and I’m going to make you pay for that.” 
“Pay for what, mommy?” you simper, and you know you’re on thin ice, you know you should stop and pretend like it didn’t happen, but you’re a brat at heart. “You’re the one who used cockwarming as a punishment but couldn’t even get said cock inside me.” 
Your wife fucking growls and grabs you by the arm to pull you out of the study and up the stairs, your giggles following the sounds of her angry footsteps. 
“Maybe next time,” you add wistfully and if looks could kill, you’d be dead with the glare she shoots you over her shoulder. 
You cannot wait to make her do that again. 
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