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Succubus Soulmate pt.2

Wanda x Succubus!Reader

Hello everyone! Long time no see. I apologize for the unintended hiatus, life got in the way of me writing on here. I found this sitting in my drafts and I felt like some of you might have wanted to read it. I can’t guarantee that I will write another part of this soon, but if enough people want to see it I can write a part 3. Anyway! I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: masturbation (Wanda) it’s mostly very fluffy and domestic otherwise.

Summary: Your first few days on earth!

You stared at Wanda as she sat huddled up against her wall for a moment or so. You’d never been in this kind of position. You’re used to having some sleeze bag summon you, use you for two minutes, and then go straight back to the underworld while said sleeze bag knocks out in his post nut bliss. With this being your usual, you had no clue what you should do in this situation.

Eventually you fell asleep curled up on the couch with Wanda sitting awkwardly right next to you.

The more Wanda sat there, the more she started to think over logistics. What was she meant to do when she goes into work tomorrow? She couldn’t call out sick so she would have to leave you alone for a few hours. She couldn’t trust that you wouldn’t try to do anything silly while she was away, so she got to ‘succubus proofing’ her apartment.

She didn’t have any baby locks for cabinets so she assumed duct tape would have to do for now. She duct taped all of her cabinets shut, along with the fridge doors, the oven, the microwave, and anything she thought you could get into. She duct taped the cabinet in her bathroom with all her cleaning supplies in it and then went around to every window to duct tape the locks so you couldn’t access them. It felt like she had just gotten a new, untrained, puppy that she needed to ensure wouldn’t accidentally kill itself by drinking bleach thinking it was milk. It took her a few hours but she felt like she had successfully ‘succubus proofed’ her home. She rewarded herself by going to her bed and passing out for the night.

It felt like the moment Wanda closed her eyes, she had to open them back up. Her blaring alarm clock gave her no reprieve as it woke her up. She shut it off before getting ready for work as she usually did.

When she got out to the living room, she saw you were still curled up and resting. She felt a bit guilty as she gently shook you awake, but she needed to talk with you before she went off to work.

You groaned as the movement of your body got you out of your dreamland and forced you back into reality. Rubbing your sleepy eyes, you looked up to Wanda and mumbled “Mornin” almost too quiet for her to hear. She had to admit that you did look cute all sleepy, but she couldn’t be distracted from the task at hand.

“Look, I have to go to work so I’m gonna lay down a few ground rules for when I’m gone.” She says firmly while crouching down to be at eye level with you. “You’re not allowed to leave apartment unless it is burning down or someone broke in.” She starts and you interrupt by saying “If it was burning down I’d stay right where I am, I finally wouldn’t be freezing to death. Do you like living in an ice block?” which garners you an eye roll from the red head. “Second rule, don’t touch any of my things unless it is this remote or-“ she says while looking around for something for you to eat. She spots the cheerios she had set out and decided that that would be a sufficient food source for you before she could go grocery shopping. She scampers over to grab the box from the kitchen along with a water bottle before returning to your side and placing the box and bottle on the coffee table. “- this cereal and this water, got it?” She added. “What if I don’t like the way it tastes?” You ask while poking at the box.

“Well it’s just for now, I’ll be back with more food for you. What do you even eat?”

“Souls of the damned” you say with a straight face before laughing at the disgusted and slightly horrified expression on Wanda’s face. “I usually just eat meat, but now that I’m stuck as this flesh sack I guess I’d eat whatever humans would.”

“Okay, noted.” She says while looking around to see if she needed to say anything else. “You can watch whatever you want on the tv, I have a few streaming apps if you wanna look through those too.” She says and you look at her like she was speaking a whole other language. “What the fuck is a tv.” You deadpan and Wanda thinks you’re joking again until she realizes that you’re serious. “What did you think the remote was for?” She asks and you simply say “A vibrator”

Wanda couldn’t help but laugh while saying “Why in the world would I give you just the remote to a vibrator?” You shrug as Wanda sits down next to you and explains the wonders of the television to you. When she turns it on, you were absolutely terrified at first. You yelped and hid behind her while she giggled at your antics. “It’s not going to kill you, here let me show you how it works.” She says softly while gently coaxing you out of hiding. She didn’t want to put on anything scary since she didn’t want you to think it was real, so she went to her disney+ account and put on some kids show that her coworkers kids absolutely loved. “You can watch this while I’m gone, okay?” She says while gesturing to the colorful dogs that were dancing on the screen. The moment your eyes hit the screen, you were entranced by what you were seeing. You didn’t look away from it as you nodded.

Wanda gave you a small pat on the head before setting the box of cheerios next to you so you’d actually remember that they were there. She moved her hands in front of your eyes when you didn’t turn to look at her and you immediately swatted her hand away so you could continue to watch. She just giggled to herself before saying “Have fun, I’ll be back soon.” and heading off to the office.

You quickly learned that your first favorite thing on earth was a show called Bluey. You’re second favorite thing were the delicious crunchy circles that Wanda gave you. You had devoured the entire box of cereal after about 10 or so episodes of bluey and you wanted more. You figured out how to pause the funny dogs on the television so you could go find more crunchy circles.

Your quest begins in the place where Wanda brought the box from in the first place, the kitchen. You were greeted by a collection of places where the sugary treat could be, but when you tried to open up one of the cabinets it was stopped by something. You let out a low growl at the offending silver strip before your short nails grew into fierce claws that tore through it. The first cabinet you opened was filled with random white disks. You grabbed one and tried taking a bite to see if it was tasty like your crunchy circles, but it didn’t break in between your teeth so you gave up on it.

You spent a few more minutes tearing through all the tape in the kitchen and looking for snacks. You eventually stumble upon a heavy bag that was easy to rip open. It was filled to the brim with tiny white crystals that looked edible, so you gave it a lick. You were instantly hooked. It tasted so yummy, kind of like the crunchy circles but this time it was just the sweet tasting part.

You returned back to the couch so you could keep watching the silly dogs while licking your delicious new treat.

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Wanda was thankfully able to get off of work early and was able to convince her supervisor to let her work from home for a few days by giving some excuse about having to take care of some relatives child while they were in the hospital for a bit.

She returns home to see you, still sitting on the couch watching the show she put on earlier, but now you were eating something that was definitely not cheerios. “Hey, what are you- are you eating my sugar?!” She exclaims while taking the half eaten bag away from you. You whine and try to take it back from her but she hold it up above her so you couldn’t reach. “How did you even get this?” She questions while shutting the tv off. “I wanted more of this but there wasn’t any in the tiny compartments in the food room so I found that and ate it.” You say while picking up the box of cereal and holding it up. Wanda’s gaze moves over to the kitchen to see all the ripped up duct tape. She sighs and says “I’ll get you more cheerios, okay? No eating just sugar, it’s bad for you.” before giving you a reprimanding bop on your head. She almost changes her mind when she sees the adorable pout on your face, but she stays strong. You give in with a small nod while mumbling “No more… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, you’ll do better next time.” She says softly while sitting down next to you and hesitantly rubbing your back. You let out a soft purring sound before leaning against Wanda’s side. “More bluey.” you say while pointing to the television. She just chuckles to herself while switching the show back on. “We have to work on your manners, a please would be appreciated.” She says half jokingly.

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After you went to sleep, Wanda went about making preparations for the next day. She went back and decided to hide the sugar bag somewhere else in the kitchen. She also put back another layer of duct tape just in case you got any ideas of stealing again.

She went on a late night trip to the supermarket to get a few boxes of cheerios for you and some general groceries since she was running low on practically everything. While she was browsing, she noticed a cute pair of pink mittens and got an idea to stop you from tearing through the duct tape again.

When she got home, she put the groceries away before making her way to her bedroom to make a few modifications to your new mittens. With a bit of ribbon and a lock for each hand, she successfully made a way to keep your hands locked in place. Was it a little evil? Maybe, but you did break a rule that she explicitly said… and the thought of you needing her to do everything for you was too tempting to pass up. She imagined your cute pout as you looked up at her and begged for her to hand feed you your cereal, or having to help you drink your water, or having to beg her to touch you since you couldn’t touch yourself…

Her mind began to wander towards the delicious sounds you would make. Would you whimper and whine while not using your words or would you be begging for more the entire time? Would you be quiet or loud just for her? These questions were burning her mind and sending a certain undeniable heat to her core. As she laid on her bed, her hand slowly crept down her stomach and into the waistband of her panties. She was soaked just from her little fantasy of you. She was desperate to feel your soft, supple skin under her fingers. She wants to squeeze and mark every inch of her body for herself. Her fingers make feather light touches around her clit before slowly speeding up. She was doing it just the way she liked it, but it didn’t feel right.

It didn’t feel right cause you weren’t the one touching her.

While she wanted to keep going, she knew she wasn’t going to get anywhere. She pulled her hand out and inspected her fingers that were dripping in her arousal. Her thoughts immediately went to you sucking her fingers clean before she shoves them down your throat so you’d gag on them.

“Get yourself together, Wanda” she muttered quietly to herself while rubbing her face. To stop herself from getting too carried away, Wanda forced herself into the bathroom to take a cold shower and then straight to bed.

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“You want me to wear what?” You questioned while pointing towards the offending objects in Wanda’s grasp. “I told you not to touch anything and you did it anyway. So until I can trust you enough with your own hands, you’ll be wearing these.” She says while showing you the pretty pink mittens she made for you. You knew she was getting a kick out of this. A part of her wanted to humiliate you and that was clear from the way she was trying not to smile or the way her hands were slightly shaking. The tell tale sign though was the distinct scent of arousal wafting off of her. You knew she had no clue that your sense of smell was leagues above her own, but what she didn’t know didn’t matter. What did matter is that Wanda was starting to express her sexual interests, while indirectly, with you. You felt some weird sense of pride that she was maybe more of a pervert than you thought.

You sighed and held your hands out for her. “Alright, get ‘em on me.” You acquiesce and almost instantly Wanda gets your hands into fists so she could fasten the mitts. When they were both padlocked, you couldn’t stretch your fingers out so it was impossible for you to rip them. “Happy?” You say while waving your imprisoned fists up towards her. “Very” Wanda states before getting the next episode of Bluey on for you. “I’m going to be in the other room doing some work, you stay here and watch your show. I’ll come back in an hour for lunch.” She explains while going to the kitchen and returning with a bowl of cheerios for you. She sets the bowl on the couch next to you before giving you a small pat to the head. “No trouble while I’m working.” She reminds you before going off to work in her room.

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You could tell that the redhead was distancing herself from you. Whenever she could, she would work in another room than you. She would come check up on you occasionally to make sure you had food and that you were drinking water since “Humans need to drink water to survive.” While it was odd, you did enjoy being doted on even if it was for a few moments. You could tell Wanda was enjoying herself too, but she was too nervous to fully let herself go.

After the fifth time of noticing Wanda checking on you from her bedrooms doorway, you decided to put matters into your own hands. You fiddled with the remote to turn it off before tip toeing over to Wanda’s room. You give it a soft knock and ask “Can I come in? I’m bored.”

You could sense the hesitation from the other side of the door. Wanda was anxious to have a real conversation with you. It was safe to keep your conversation to a bare minimum. The sokovian couldn’t imagine the things she’d admit if she spoke to you for longer than five minutes. However, she had to rip the bandaid off. She couldn’t just leave you to waste away in front of her tv all day. “You may.” Wanda pipes up and you fumble with the door handle until it opens up. “Stupid cloth hands.” You whisper while glaring down at the pristinely pink fabric that was still tightly locked around your hands. “You can sit on the bed if you’d like.” You barely heard Wanda when she said it. You didn’t want to tease her about her nerves since it was easy to tell it might’ve made things worse. You sat down on the edge of the bed closest to her, bouncing a bit on the springy surface. Wanda didn’t look away from her laptop and continued to type away at it as she sat next to you. You scooted closer to her until your cheek rested against her shoulder. You looked over her laptop screen to see a collection of tabs open while Wanda’s cursor was frantically switching between all of them. Her logic was that if she could overstimulate her eyes then she wouldn’t have to think about how close you were to her.

“What are you doing?” You ask while nodding towards the chaos unfolding on the screen in front of you.

“Working.”

“Working?”

“Mhm, this is what humans do for money.”

“What’re you doing to the screen?”

“Important technological stuff. You wouldn’t get it.”

“It doesn’t look that hard, you’re just looking at different pictures.” You point out while putting one of your mitts to the screen.

She sighs when she realizes she’s been caught before closing her laptop. “You got me, you’re more clever than I thought.” Wanda praises you before giving your hair a quick ruffle. You lean into the touch before Wanda could pull her hand away which leads to her giving you a few soft pets. “Now why did you come in here? I thought you’d want to sit and watch your show.” She asks while slowly moving her hand away from you. You whine quietly as she does and Wanda has to resist the urge to play with your hair. “I told you I was bored. I wanna do something.” You reiterated while turning your gaze up towards Wanda’s face. She sits there for a moment thinking about what she could do with you since she was also rather bored. “Why don’t we watch a different show together? I’ll make you a new snack to try.” She suggests and you eagerly nod your head at her idea.

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“Here, try this. It’s called popcorn.” Wanda says while sitting next to you with a bowl filled to the brim with a new treat for you. You examine this ‘popcorn’ and after giving it a few sniffs you decide that it was good enough to eat. You try to pick up a few pieces but your mitted fisted could barely do anything. Wanda noticed your struggle and giggles to herself. You could tell that she wanted you to ask for help since she was too nervous to offer it herself. “Can you help me eat this?” You ask the redhead and you immediately notice a spark of an idea in those bright green eyes of hers. “You have to ask me nicely if you want help.” She says smugly while watching your face to see if she might’ve stepped over the line. You groan but give into her. “Can you help me eat this popcorn… please?” You ask again and she happily takes a few pieces in her hand and up towards your mouth for you to start snacking. Your face lights up as you’re hit with a completely new taste. “More! Please- I want more popcorn.” You blurt out before opening up your mouth slightly as Wanda feeds you some more popcorn.

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Wanda soon put on one of her favorite shows, Malcom in the middle, for the two of you to watch as she continued to feed you. You could feel Wanda’s tension start to ease as more episodes went by. She hasn’t had anyone to watch shows with in forever. It’s always been something she did with her family, but since she moved countries that was near impossible now. It felt blissfully domestic, which was something that Wanda didn’t know she wanted until now.

After some time, you fell asleep curled up next to Wanda as the show continued on in the background. Wanda wasn’t paying any attention to it though, her sole focus was on you.

I hope you all enjoyed! Leave a comment if you want to see this story continue.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #the scarlet witch

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nightmare-writes · 3 years ago

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that video going around twt of someone asking lizzie to say she’s their mom is so fucking weird idc…

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nightmare-writes · 3 years ago

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Such an amazing series!!! If you haven’t read security measures you definitely need to

Security Measures—Part 10: Her Bed Is Actually Heaven

Summary: Reunited, Yelena and her cub spend a slow morning getting ready to stay the whole day at the house.

Warnings: dark-ish, sub-themes of human trafficking, heavy pet play

Word Count: ~2,700

A/N: Well, my people, we have arrived at Part 10 of 10. We are coming into a soft landing with Cub’s transformation from a deadly weapon to a big, ol’ lapdog. (Plot twist: they are both!) Thank you for all your support, comments, and creative tagging! They were an unexpected gift over these last two months. A/N 2: Just a heads up! There’s a little bit of anxiety experienced towards the end of the part. As Cub slowly gains more of their faculties back, they are going to experience a wider range of feelings.

Tip of the hat to @scarlettwlw for letting me borrow the Widow AU Yelena. (So very appreciated!!!!!!! [Double the exclamation marks this week.])

All previous parts (link)

The first thing you become aware of is her breathing. She’s on her back, and you’re snuggled into her side with your head on her chest. You begin to intentionally sync your inhales and exhales with the rise of her chest.

Yelena leans over, knowing you’ve woken up, and whispers, “good morning, little cub.” You smile when you hear her voice. You keep your eyes closed and nuzzle into her a little more. She begins to rub the back of your neck and lace her fingers through your hair. You lean into her hand, and she changes to a little more of a scratch on your scalp.

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#not mine #dark!yelena belova x reader #I luv Yelena #they’re finally happy 😭

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nightmare-writes · 3 years ago

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Everyday I come onto this accursed app and have to block at least 6 pornbots 💀

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OMG OMG OMG THIS IS SO AMAZINGGGGG

Forgotten Stars | Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (slight Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader)

Word Count: 5,152

Warnings: Darkfic, Pop Star!Reader, Exhibitionism, Fingering, Free Use, Degradation, Stockholm Syndrome, Pet Play, Age Play, Strap-Ons, Cockwarming, Lactation Kink, Punishments, Kidnapping, Mommy Kink | 18+ Minors DNI

Summary: Since the beginning of your career, Wanda has been there looking over you. Now that she’s brought you home, it’s up to you to entertain her friends and keep up with her heavy rules.

Glassy windows were buffeted with each passing second by a violent wave of water falling from the dark sky. Furious clouds roared as flashes of lighting were visible through their obscure demeanor. The world lay in a quiet disarray, streets lonely and abandoned by those who hid within the four walls of their homes basking in the loving cold slaps they received from the winds that blew leaves right out of trees.

Eyes flickered over the glass over again. You bored your focus on them as a means to ground yourself while kneeling before the group of women. With your bottom lip stuck between your teeth gnawing at the soft flesh, you averted your gaze towards a certain redhead, placing your chin over her lap and remaining obediently still.

“You weren’t lying when you said she was a good pet. Just look at her. She’s perfect.”

You watched as green eyes rolled with an amused smirk drifting over who you knew was your owner. “And she’s also mine. Don’t you forget that, Aggie.” A hand drifted down to cup one of your supple breasts. Your lack of clothing made it so the frigid temperatures affected you the most, your nipples hardened by a mix of numbing cold and arousal that also pooled between your legs. With her other hand tugging at a black leash, she cupped your face lovingly. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you? A good puppy for mama?”

Nodding, you agreed with her words. Good pets weren’t allowed to talk, only listen out for commands that needed to be executed.

“I love you, baby,” she mumbled. “Remember only mommy knows best.”

You didn’t remember much of your life before Wanda came barreling through it before taking it as her own. Memories felt fussy, and whenever you so much as humored what had been, she ensured that you received a little treat for your trouble that never failed to bring back the hazy lack of thoughts. Mommy’s special treats were what you needed to feel better, even if woozy with confusion after taking them. But as Wanda said, only she knew best. You had no other choice but to blindly trust the woman who devoted the entirety of her time to you. For that, you needed to be grateful.

A tug followed by a slap drew you from your thoughts, the room being filled by a guttural moan from the depths of your throat. You looked back to see a particular redhead – that you knew was one of Wanda’s many friends – playing around with the tail plug mommy had helped you put in when it came to preparing for her book club meeting.

“Careful, Nat. Puppy is very sensitive. She’s still not used to wearing her pretty tails,” Wanda explained. She put her hands on your own, the leash held steadily as it came attached to a dark red collar around your neck. The words ‘Mommy’s Mutt’ hung from the golden tag in the shape of a heart. It was one of the many gifts Wanda bestowed upon you, but from the rest of your special gear, it was your favorite – the first she gave you months after she brought you home. “You have to get her to relax first. Playing around with her special puppy parts does wonders.”

To the women’s husbands, their wives simply went to a community-driven book club Wanda held Wednesday. The entire town was unaware of the secrets the group of women held, your owner being a worship pinnacle that allowed them to exert their deepest desires. Agatha, Natasha, Pepper, Maria and Kate, Agatha’s stepdaughter, all joined in feasting on you, but at the end of the day it was Wanda who took you home – unless she previously greenlit sleepovers between you and Kate, Agatha’s own puppy in training.

A rough hand made its way between your legs. Fingers lacked hesitation as Natasha brushed them against your drenched slip, parting your puffy lips before amusingly slapping your glistening cunt. She tortured your clit, much like mommy did whenever you misbehaved, as kisses were strewn over your nude back. Through it all, Wanda held your face in her hands and promised your safety would be kept.

Sensing your apprehension, Wanda flashed you a feigned pout. “Oh honey, it’s okay. Mommy’s right here for you, pretty girl.” You shook your head, still not budging as tears formed over your bloodshot eyes. “You’ll make mommy so happy if you do this for me. Just let my friends touch you for a bit, yeah? Then you and I can have special playtime so I can show them how it’s done. Don’t you want that, baby?”

At the mention of your playtime with mommy, your eyes widened. You nodded happily, your backside wiggling against Natasha who, right in front of your owner, slid two fingers in your gaping, tight hole. She didn’t have much to do in her home, being a bored housewife looking for a cheap thrill. With Wanda’s blessing, the other redhead could happily get through another week if it meant seeing you again.

The rest of the women sat around in a circle gripping their chairs with anticipation, while Kate kneeled besides Agatha, her clip-on doggy ears grazing her owner as she nuzzled her face against her lap. She was to be punished as her stepmother had caught her touching herself, something even you knew was strictly forbidden as a pet – as Wanda always told you, your special parts didn’t belong to you, but to mommy. Wearing cuffs, donning a collar, and a muzzle, Kate being one to dumbly chew on whatever she lay her eyes on, she pouted and longed to have the same treatment as you.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, puppy. Hmm little whore came all nice and prepared for mommy’s friends to use her,” Natasha laughed, her hot breath forcing a mad flush over your ear as you bucked your hips to give her better access to you. With her free hand she alternated between squeezing your ass to your tits, all before slapping you all over. Although mommy had times where she elicited copious amounts of pain on you, nothing came close to what Natasha gave you each time she got the pleasure of playing around with your body. “You’re such a stupid fucking ragdoll. Just look at yourself – fucking disgusting. Stupid little bitch who only wants to be fucked all day long.”

“Mommy’s cum rag,” Wanda commented proudly. “Go on, puppy. Make your mama bear’s friends happy. Unless you want a punishment…”

The motion of shaking your head was all Natasha needed. She threw you on the floor, knowing that she needed to push you so you’d give the others a show. As you lay on your stomach, neck craned to look back at Natasha, you came to notice the rest of the group. Some of them touched themselves as the rest touched one another. Agatha drove Kate’s face between her legs with the muzzle still on, far too desperate to take it off and instead grinding her cunt against her stepdaughter to garner whatever pleasure she could.

Two fingers turned to three as your sticky juices flowed down your thighs. Everyone watched in awe, even your mommy who took the liberty to film the entire session knowing she’d re-watch it over and over as she pleased herself whenever you were away on your sleepovers. Her eyes were zeroed on your cunt, your knees nearly bucking as they slid against the hardwood floor, your ass stuffed with the tail that stretched your hole out immensely.

You let your tears fall with the more time that passed. Your sight became blurry as your body was set aflame. Mindless thoughts flew by that you were unable to prevent. Being a pet meant to be owned by only Wanda, and yet she handed off her most prized possession to those closest to her. You knew you shouldn’t like it, and yet there you were insistently moaning Natasha’s name with an attempt to grind yourself against her fingers that barreled into your abused pussy.

Seeing you in such a conflicting atmosphere prompted Wanda to kneel beside you, proudly watching you be destroyed by her friend. “Oh what’s wrong, baby girl? Go on, tell mama.” While in the depths of the arousal Natasha gave you, the words she spewed weren’t registered in your mind. “Do you want cummies?” You always did. “I know that’s what my little girl needs. You’ve been such a good girl for auntie Nat, so of course you get all the cummies you want, sweetheart.”

Natasha hesitated, instead wishing to keep any sort of gratuity away from you. She wished to edge you, to keep your orgasm away for as long as she could until you, much as she predicted, passed out from the overwhelming pressure. Huffing, she rolled her eyes and pulled her fingers out to give you a final smack on your cunt before drawing out that which you needed the most.

“There you go,” she grunted as her digits slowed their pace, instead gingerly pumping themselves within you. “Cum for me, puppy. Show mama how well you behave for auntie Nat.”

It all came down to Wanda’s hand sitting atop your lower back for you to let yourself go. Her sweet, sultry voice dripped with Sokovian verbiage she had taught you since your arrival. Do it, she urged you. After numerous months of constant conditioning, a simple command was enough to alter your mind.

As your walls clenched around Natasha’s fingers, your throat dropping a heavy moan, the rest of the women lay watching with amazement.

“Stupid bitch,” Natasha shook her head as she forcefully drove her fingers as deep inside you as she could before curling them up. Watching you scream left her hunger sated. “You’re nothing but a lowly cum dump. How disgusting.”

The degrading words were given a pass, but as soon as Natasha dared pull your hair with her free hand to spit on your face, it was Wanda who threw her a snide stare. “That’s enough. I think you’re done, Nat.”

Natasha knew better than to challenge the other woman. Rather than put up a fight, she gently removed her fingers from your cunt, leaving your hole gaping and shuddering for more. She was allowed to bring her hand to your flushed face that slid against the wooden floor, juicy tips grazing your lips as they silently pleaded for access.

“Suck your auntie Nat’s fingers, baby. Be a good girl for mama,” Wanda commanded, and of course you’d forever do as she said.

Caring hands massaged your back as you dumbly took the digits into your mouth. The sweet juices were ones you were familiar with, always so delicious when mommy fed you your own essence. Delirium set in as you ran your tongue around Natasha, all while you were oblivious to Wanda’s loving view as her eyes drifted down to your puffy, drenched pussy.

“Good puppy,” Wanda whispered. She tugged at your leash, and in a mere matter of seconds you were to be sprawled over her lap on the floor, head nuzzling against her as you blissfully melted in her protective hold. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. You did such a wonderful job entertaining mommy’s friends. A pretty girl like you deserves all the treats in the world.”

It came to be Kate’s turn to be front and center. You were allowed to sit between Pepper and Maria who offered their own glistening fingers for you to clean up with your mouth – Wanda’s gaze never left you. If anything she focused even more on you while you were far from her, ensuring that you remained the well-behaved creature she molded you into.

“Let’s show mommy’s friends what you’ve learned, honey,” Agatha’s voice made you pipe up with a smile. You were proud of Kate and how far she had come. At times your mommies let you have playtime all by yourselves so you could teach her the ins and outs of being a perfect pet. Agatha would praise your teaching ways as Wanda fondly embraced you while listening to her closest friend. Nodding at Kate, you secretly hoped for the worst. Only then you’d get a thrill out of watching her be punished before you all – perhaps by proxy your mommy wouldn’t spare you.

You could only hope she did the worst with you, even if she ever went too far.

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“You were a really good girl for me today, sweetheart.”

Rolling your eyes, you feigned annoyance, but your tinted cheeks betrayed you. “You already told me that a million times.”

“I know,” she tenderly reached out to run a hand over your face, cupping one of your burning cheeks before allowing her thumb to roll over it. “I can’t help it. I always want to let you know how proud of you I am. Is that bad?”

You were distracted, barely registering her words as your eyes flickered over the motions in the screen that flashed before you. Propped over the bed, you were left in awe at the cartoons Wanda allowed you to watch – only for a restricted amount of time as her rules stated. She lay back with her head hitting the pillow as you were sprawled between her legs, your mouth hovering only centimeters away from her unshaven sex that called out for you.

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you were unaware of the nudges Wanda gave you. Normally she’d pout at the lack of attention she gave her, but with your chin adorably ghosting over her cunt and your tempered demeanor present, she opting for sitting back and enjoying your obliviousness with amused raised eyebrows.

“Sweetheart, would you do your mommy a favor?” At that you knew to face her with eyebrows raising with confusion. “Won’t you be a dear and use your mouth like I’ve taught you? Mommy’s special parts are all wet and icky. You can keep watching your show, princess, but get to work for me as well, understood?”

With a radiant, thoughtless smile, you nodded. “Yes, mommy.”

As your eyes averted from your iPad and towards her from time to time, you tasked yourself with increasing her pleasure. Your tongue flattened itself over her dripping cunt as you were in awe of the puffiness before you. Nuzzling and rubbing yourself against her, you mewled in response at Wanda’s groans, her hands shakily attempting to grab hold of your hair as she resided at your mercy.

With your thumbs you parted her folds enough to begin teasing her velvety sex. You lightly suckled on her outer lips, giggling as Wanda threw raised amused eyebrows your way. There was a faint remembrance of her insecurities doubling down the first time she let you see her naked. She wasn’t all too comfortable with the hair between her legs, but you were mesmerized, almost drooling over it before being given permission to taste her.

Teeth grazed her clit right before your tongue began swirling itself with lazy circles upon it. You knew how much she enjoyed it when you sucked on her bundle of nerves before pressing on it until a scream was drawn from the depths of her throat. Holding her legs open, your eyes glued to the cartoons being played for you, you kissed Wanda’s pussy – worshiping her beauty was a task you proudly took and although she controlled your being, you’d always volunteer for it.

“There’s my little one. So brainless and dumb for mama,” Wanda chuckled. She began grinding her pussy down on you, giving you a better mouthful of her lustful juices. “Seeing you today made me feel so fucking good, princess. I like it when my friends get to play with you. Of course I prefer having you all to myself, but you’re just so pretty when you look at mommy with those teary eyes.” When you nodded with understanding, she brushed the back of your hand against your forehead. “I know auntie Nat can be a lot, but she means well. Her and I used to be playmates as well, but we realized neither had it in her to be a cute pet like you. You know, she was a fan of yours before I got you all to myself…”

Several times she dared drop hints out of fun. Wanda knew you wouldn’t remember, and if you did, she was ready to put you in your place even if it meant maiming you until your memory disappeared once more. She could easily mold you however she pleased, howling as you attempted to remember parts of your life that weren’t there any longer.

For what felt like hours you continued eating her mouth. Your jaw felt sore along with your cramped. Wanda urged you on, her praises allowing you to carry forth until you made her cum. Even then she used her legs, wrapping them around your upper body and forcing you in place as she rode out her orgasm. Creaming over your tongue, you happily licked all of it, moaning at the delicious flavor you craved more of.

“Good girl,” she mumbled, her eyelids heavy. Although you enjoyed your cartoons, it was her beauty that garnered your full attention. “Oh you’re mommy’s special little angel. I don’t know what you’d do without me, Y/N.” The way your name rolled off her tongue would forever make your heart skip a beat. “I love you, my little star.”

Kissing the area right above her cunt, you hummed. “I love you too, mommy.”

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While most of the time you spent around Wanda was sweet, there were moments she made you forget where her true darkness would be shown. All went under the guise of her just needing to help and tend to her baby. You were her biggest pride and joy – for someone to take you away, they’d need to go over her dead body.

Going to the outer world was out of question unless your hand held her own. Curiosity got the best of you at times, staring out the window and watching those within the community of Westview prancing around happily. You were joyous whenever you came across a dog, giddily begging Wanda for one; her response was always the same “Mommy always has one too many animals.”

She knew you longed to see what was out there, but the last thing Wanda could do was afford to have someone recognize you. Far too much effort had been put into earning you in the first place. As happy as she wished to make you, she wouldn’t dare throw it all away.

It’s why your sneakiness only grew with the more time you spent in her home. She went off to work a boring office job each day that always left her to come home huffing with fury – you knew to wait by the door naked with nothing but a collar between your teeth knowing that using you was a wondrous way to relieve stress. For hours she left you unattended, at times asking one of her friends to either watch over you or pay you visits.

On a day you’d soon regret, within a split-second decision you bolted out of the door, giddily skipping away down the pavement walkway of suburbia.

The sunny day made the ends of your mouth rise as you roamed the town, eyes widening with amazement at each new object you found. Mommy had warned you that there were bad people out there, that only she could protect you with her special powers if anything happened, but the more you explored Westview, the more you came to your senses and forgot about the dangers she told you of.

You got ice cream all by yourself from money you knew Wanda kept in case of emergency. Although nervous, you spoke up when giving your order, adding numerous toppings that normally you weren’t allowed to have as they filled you with sugar – mommy always ordered for you quoting that you were far too small to do it yourself, but a change of pace felt nice.

As much joy as you felt, it all inevitably crumbled when you walked past a store. Your eyes were full of life until they made contact with a pair of icy blue ones through a display window. As soon as Maria saw you, she didn’t hesitate to call Wanda.

Running back home, the realization of your actions came crashing down. You didn’t care when your ice cream was dropped before a small crowd of people that laughed at the sight of it, making fun of the childish overalls you wore that had been a birthday present from Wanda. Some even called out your name in question, but you were far too scared to face them as they attempted to touch you. Perhaps mommy was right. Maybe the world wasn’t suited for a lonely princess to travel through without her queen.

Your life flashed before your eyes when you came to face Wanda’s car hastily parked in the driveway when you reached the house after seemingly getting lost. The flush in your hot face grew as your heart nearly beat out of your chest. There was no way you’d ever get away with it, at least not without a hefty punishment being thrown your way. Never had you broken the rules in such a way – you were far too afraid to know what it would lead to.

Shaking, you walked past the front door that was left ajar. “Mommy?” You called out, your voice a mess.

It didn’t take long to find her ragged, hunched-over figure on the couch. Numerous pieces of decorations were thrown over the living room, the coffee table flipped over as the curtains were torn to shreds in a bout of fury. You had seen her get mad, but never in such a way.

“Mommy,” you didn’t stop your tears from falling then, not even your knees that bucked as you stepped before her. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be bad, I just-”

“You were going to leave me.”

Never did you think that a string of flat words could break your heart. You were no longer forced to pretend and yet after constant conditioning alongside an adoration you built for her, you blamed yourself for any hurt you caused the only woman who ever cared for you.

“I wasn’t,” you tried. “I wanted to see what was out there. ‘M sorry. I was bad.”

“You were,” she agreed without hesitation, and although the words stung, you deserved it. “You were fucking dumb at that.”

Your forehead was pressed against her lap as you sobbed against her. “I deserve to be punished. No, I need it. I hurt my mommy so bad. You gave me simple rules to follow and I was too stupid for them.”

She was about to erupt, you could easily tell. It’s why you didn’t flinch or even feel it when she harshly slapped your face, or when your hair was pulled until she could nearly pick you up. All she rewarded you with and yet you chose to spit in her face without a care in the world. Only good pets were allowed to stick around, you knew that much.

“Don’t you ever dare leave me, do you understand?” Wanda snarled at you. She threw you on the couch face-first, prying your legs open as she hovered from above. Your outfit was torn away, her magic allowing for a dexterity you often lacked. “You have no idea what I’ve done for you, and here you are being an ungrateful brat. I can’t believe I ever wasted my time with you. You- you stupid whore!”

The name was typically reserved by Natasha, and yet whenever Wanda used such derogatory remarks instead of crying harder, you felt a jolt between your legs. The warmth and wetness that pooled there lay untouched as the other woman left you nude.

“I can’t even look at you right now. Nat was right – you are disgusting.”

“I am,” you agreed without hesitation. “I’m really disgusting.”

The last thing she would do was to reward you for things she warned you against. The pain that overtook your body with each punishment she gave you made you content. She hit you, her palms burning against your skin as they fell upon your ass. Normally you’d adore the sensation and wear your bruises with pride, but on that occasion you knew to carry shame in your wounds.

A hand was wrapped around the back of your neck holding you in place as the other kept the torturous movements up. Wanda didn’t stop howling insults at you, nor did she cease the anger that she felt. Time and time again, she made you relive the agony you caused her. It was your turn to suffer the consequences.

There was blood from her sharp nails scratching your skin that pooled at the couch you would be left to clean – all Wanda did was roll her eyes at it, unamused by the stupidity that had befallen you. “I’ll make sure you never fucking leave me again, or else I’ll make sure you’ll regret every moment of it, mutt.”

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Weeks passed until Wanda trusted you again. No longer were you allowed your playdates or sleepovers with Kate, nor did she hold another book club until she left you tied up in your playroom with a camera watching over you, all while making you watch a stream of how she gave Kate attention with Agatha’s blessing.

You were to earn her trust slowly. Each day you behaved better than she sought out for. The pet she longed to have, you became, even with a lack of her magic or special training. Without mommy, you realized you were nobody – you had nobody.

“Fans around the world are mourning for the loss of famous singer Y/N Y/L/N who is remains nowhere to be found after over a year of having gone missing. A possible sighting was announced just a few weeks ago when-”

Rolling her eyes at the television hanging from the wall of your playroom, Wanda turned the volume down, partly feeling pride when watching images of you on the screen. “Has mama ever told you about the day she found you?”

Looking up with wide, curious eyes, you shook your head. Your mouth was otherwise preoccupied with a hardened nipple buried between your lips. Never did you question the way she suddenly found herself able to produce milk, nor were you against it. It had something to do with her special book you were forbidden from seeing, let alone touching, you knew that much. Silently you sipped her milk, happily tasting the delicious treat you received each night.

Fingers fiddled with your hair as a hum was let out. Wanda bucked her hips, the toy that was snuggled inside your stretched out pussy shifting slightly and drawing a breathy moan from you. “Your auntie Nat and I liked you for a long time. I watched you live first when you were barely 22. She used to watch over you, manage you, and one night I felt…lonely. Nat pulled some strings knowing it would be love at first sight, she brought me over on that show and I’ll never forget how happy I felt when you came out on stage. Back then you didn’t know it, but mommy knew you’d be hers forever. We’re star-crossed lovers – we were meant to be.”

Mesmerized by the tale she told, you nuzzled further against her chest, Wanda’s nudity matching your own. You sat still on top, giggling whenever her cock so much as twitched in you. There weren’t many times when she allowed you to watch television or listen to the radio, but from the few where she gave you permission, you faintly remembered the loving story of your mommy claiming you as her own.

“I waited for a few months before I brought you home. You looked so cute all passed out in your new playroom after mommy gave you your first special treats. You don’t remember, but we met at a bar you frequented and you didn’t have it in you to question the funny bubbles on your drink. I knew then you wanted it as much as I did. Of all the good little girls in the world, your mama bear picked the best baby,” she planted a kiss atop your head. “My baby bear,” Wanda corrected before a lengthy sigh. “I know you’re curious as to why they’re looking for you, but you don’t have to worry your little head about that. They’re just stupid meanies that want to take you away. Is that what you want?”

You shook your head quickly out of fear. Living without her was impossible. Wanda cared for you, she looked after the frail little creature you were. No one dared love you the same way she did, and you weren’t about to risk it all for the sake of your curiosity.

“You’re too sleepy to hear about all that big girl stuff, huh? Oh you’re just a cock-dumb puppy,” she laughed as she thrust herself deep inside you until a small bulge formed on your abdomen. “Can you pinky promise mommy that you’ll be a good girl and won’t try to leave again?”

Wanda stuck out her pinky finger, and with a lack of hesitation, you wrapped your own around it, careful to not let go of the stuffed unicorn you clung to alongside her body. “‘M be a good girl.”

The dimly-lit walls of your playroom were covered by posters that you were too hazy and dumbed down to recognize your face in. They were possessions Wanda treasured in the attic, having only taken them out when she was sure of your undying loyalty to her — whether voluntary or not, she couldn’t care. She refrained from casting any long-lasting spells on you, always wishing for you to organically fall for your captor, but seeing as you failed to listen to the most basic of instructions, her last resort came from the Darkhold.

“You’re my perfect little baby,” Wanda whispered before she spat a string of incoherent mumbles. Her eyes glowed red alongside her fingers as she held you in place, her cock stretching out your depths with a tender thrust. As a burning sensation set in over your abdomen, you squirmed, but never did Wanda allow you to let go. “Always and forever, Y/N.”

From then on you carried her special glowing marking — that which mirrored the headpiece of the scarlet outfit you had once found accidentally stuffed into her closet. Its flames disallowed you from leaving her, instead forcing you to crave the woman you knew as your newfound owner. Whether you knew it or not, you were always Wanda’s property.

#remi’s tumblr fics #not mine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #this is so fucking good

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Happy new year!!! 🤠

#nightmare says

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Reader’s definitely gonna be a bottom in this! In this story I feel like Wanda is inexperienced in being a top/dom since she assumes she’s a bottom cause that’s all she’s ever really done. Reader’s gonna bring out her dommy mommy urges and make Wanda realize that she loves being in control.

Succubus Soulmate pt.1

Wanda Maximoff x Succubus! Reader

Hello! Long time no see, I know. This school semester really kicked my ass and I hard no motivation to finish any piece of writing that I started. Now that I’m on break I wanted to try and write a mini series for my 100 follower special! Yes this is going to be kinda medium-burny but it’ll be worth it hopefully!

Warnings: sexualish content(?), pet names, demon summoning, idk what else there could be.

18+ only, minors DNI

To put it lightly, Wanda was extremely lonely. She had no friends, no family, and no life outside of work. This also meant that her list of sexual partners was her hand and the vibrator she had in her bedside table. She was getting tired of her whole routine of waking up, going to work, coming home, masturbating, and then sleeping. She wanted something real, something fun, but she didn’t have the funds to get an escort. So she did the most logical thing anyone would do in her situation,

She decided to summon a succubus.

Wanda got the idea after scrolling through the deep depths of the internet one day after she googled “How to get a free hooker”. While the price wasn’t exactly free, she did have everything she’d need. It was a simple spell really. All she needed was a few candles, a lock of her hair, a bit of blood, and a detailed list of what she wanted her ideal lover to be. If Wanda was a bit more mentally stable, she’d think to herself ‘wow this is kind of crazy’… but she wasn’t mentally stable so she didn’t have anyone to question her.

Wanda decided to summon her little succubus on a Friday night. She moved some furniture in her living room to set up the circle of mismatching bath and body works candles before setting her three objects into the center of the circle. She stepped back and brought up the spell on her phone. She read it over in her head before saying the magic words.

“Succubus meus, mihi videor”

Wanda waited a few moments… and then another few moments… and then nothing happened. She sighed before internally beating herself up.

“Of course this wouldn’t work. You’re so stupid Wanda.” She muttered to herself before turning around. What she didn’t realize is that succubus’ take longer than a second or two to materialize.

“Don’t beat yourself up too hard, darling. I think you did just fine.” A sultry voice from behind her appeared. Wanda let out a small squeak sound while her phone immediately dropped to the floor. She turned around to see the embodiment of beauty in front of her. You were everything she wanted, down to the very last details. The smoothness of your skin, the shine to your hair, the way your smile made every part of her heat up. It then quickly donned upon her that you were completely naked.

She then realized what she had just done. She just summoned a demon to have sex with her. It was almost as if she was doused with a bucket of ice water. She backed up a few steps before her back hit the wall. “Y-you’re… I- I didn’t think-“ Wanda stuttered out as she watched you slowly walk closer to her as if you were a lion closing in on a zebra. You had a certain lustful hunger in your eyes that was making Wanda melt inside, but it also terrified her. “You don’t have to think anymore, just let me help you get all those frustrations out. Isn’t that what you wanted? Someone to help get all that sexual frustration out of you?” You asked while stopping an inch or so in front of her.

Wanda stared into your eyes as she shook her head quickly. “This isn’t- I don’t want to do this. I didn’t think this would work… this can’t be real, this has to be some sick dream.” She says while furiously rubbing her eyes. She opens them to still see you staring up at her, now with a confused expression and a slight tilt to your head. When you notice her looking at you again, you put on the seductive succubus act again. “Oh it’s very real. I’m here to please and serve you to your hearts content.” You whisper while your hands slowly move to trail up her body. She pushes your hands away and you immediately raise both of them up in surrender.

“Listen, I know I summoned you here and everything but can you go? This was a big mistake and I don’t want to do this anymore. I can’t have sex with you.” Wanda explains while crossing her arms and casting her gaze downwards. “I can’t do that.” You say simply while setting your hands down to your sides, completely dropping any flirty tone you once had. “Why not?” Wanda asks while finally looking up at you again. “I’m not allowed to leave earth till we have sex. You technically made a blood contract with me. We’re connected till I satisfy your needs.” You explain while Wanda slowly sinks down the wall to sit on the floor.

This was going to be tough.

This part’s short to set up the rest of the story but I hope you guys like it! Let me know your thoughts and anything you might wanna see happen between these two.

#wanda maximoff x reader #nightmare says #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x you

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Succubus Soulmate pt.1

Wanda Maximoff x Succubus! Reader

Warnings: sexualish content(?), pet names, demon summoning, idk what else there could be.

18+ only, minors DNI

She decided to summon a succubus.

“Succubus meus, mihi videor”

Wanda waited a few moments… and then another few moments… and then nothing happened. She sighed before internally beating herself up.

This was going to be tough.

This part’s short to set up the rest of the story but I hope you guys like it! Let me know your thoughts and anything you might wanna see happen between these two.

#rebloggy since I posted this at 3am #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x you

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nightmare-writes · 3 years ago

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Succubus Soulmate pt.1

Wanda Maximoff x Succubus! Reader

Warnings: sexualish content(?), pet names, demon summoning, idk what else there could be.

18+ only, minors DNI

She decided to summon a succubus.

“Succubus meus, mihi videor”

Wanda waited a few moments… and then another few moments… and then nothing happened. She sighed before internally beating herself up.

This was going to be tough.

This part’s short to set up the rest of the story but I hope you guys like it! Let me know your thoughts and anything you might wanna see happen between these two.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x you

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I need silver Fox nat in my bed rn it’s not a want it’s a need

Training Sessions | Business & Pleasure pt. 2

Gif not mine, credit to creator

Pairing: Silverfox!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6,207

Warnings: Mommy Kink, Semi-Age Play, Controlling Behavior, Manipulation, Degradation, Punishments, Brat Taming, Spankings, First Times, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Possessiveness, Praise, Aftercare | 18+ Minors DNI

A/N: Sorry for the short and rushed chapter, enjoy!

Summary: In which Natasha aims to train a pet who doesn’t want to easily give in, leading you to act out until she firmly puts an end to it.

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Rules were to be followed, but when it came down to it, you’d rather spit on the makers on them rather than forcefully submit to dictating hands. They were to be enforced on the daily, a copy being framed over the wall of your bedroom, referred to as a ‘playroom’ instead. Each rule was even more tedious than the last, mostly referencing the behaviors you were to follow — no talking back, no slouching, and mostly importantly to always listen to what mommy says. With each passing day you huffed at them, but as soon as you slid down the staircase, you involuntarily found yourself following them.

Natasha’s unmistakable humming of lullabies in the morning was something you had grown used to. In the past two weeks you had spent there, all your time consumed with her presence, she had barely touched you let alone for lingering gazes and ghostlike prodding before she went away. Even then you could sense the desire that grew within her. Even as a cold and calculated being, Natasha couldn’t keep her patience intact for long. At some point she had to snap and hunt down her prey.

“Good morning,” you always said, standing by the doorway towards the kitchen, back straightened out with your arms behind it. “It smells nice.”

“Good morning, sweetheart. I assume you aren’t against the idea of pancakes,” Natasha hummed. She didn’t give you the benefit of a simple look until she was done stacking another fresh pancake atop a small mountain. Forcing you to wait, she eventually turned around, eyebrows raised as she faced you. “You can sit down right here,” she pointed to a stool on the kitchen island. “Have you brushed your teeth, made your bed, and cleaned yourself up?”

“Yes, ma’am,” you stammered out, eyes downcast. “Sorry, mommy.”

“Good girl.”

There was an unspoken air of tension surrounding the two of you. Even in the large house the self-proclaimed minimalist owned, you couldn’t find a smidge of privacy. Whether she was home or at work, Natasha’s eyes were everywhere. She noticed your every step, able to see whether even a cushion was slightly misplaced upon her arrival home. With the eyes of an eagle, she ruled over you with a tight fist.

“Seeing as your contract is for a year, I thought we could get to know each other a bit better. We’re going to be spending a lot of time together, my dear, so how about mommy takes you out for dinner tonight? You’ve been such a good girl as of late, you deserve it,” she tenderly spoke before sliding a plate towards you. Natasha was the one to swirl copious amounts of syrup over the pancakes, knowing that too much sugar was bad for such a small creature as yourself. “You can speak, detka. Now eat up. You need all your energy if you want to grow to be a strong girl like your mommy.”

“I would like that, really. I think it might take me a bit to get used to…this, but I appreciate you trying to help,” you fondly replied. It wasn’t rare for Natasha to grab her own plate of food before moving close to your own seat, her hands finding your fork and breaking the pancakes into little pieces before feeding them to you drowned in syrup. “Where are we going?”

Shoving the fork in your mouth, Natasha hummed. “Well I thought about bringing you to my favorite restaurant, but that is far too uptight and boring for a sweet little one like you. How about we go somewhere fun? I heard of this place with an arcade in it. Once you eat all your food like a good girl, then we can play a few games. Is that something you’d like, babygirl?” As you chewed your breakfast, she used her free hand to cup your face before squeezing harshly. “Be a good pet and say yes.”

Gulping down the mixture of fear and pancakes, you nodded with a forced smile. “Yes, mommy. I would love that so much, thank you.”

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Each time Natasha guided you around you wished to kick and scream – to stomp your feet on the ground and huff until you could properly give her a piece of your mind. The one thing which kept you on your best behavior was the framed list of punishments which mirrored that of the rules. The last thing you wanted was to be bent over her lap, your ass smacked until you cried out for her to stop only for the older woman to pretend not to hear you. But your biggest fear came from you ignoring the existence of the safe-word ‘leaf’, instead showing your adoration for the pain and humiliation she’d give you.

When Natasha’s hand squeezed your own, you were broken away from your thoughts. She took the liberty to help you towards the door of the restaurant after having picked you up on her BMW upon her arrival from work – she promised she’d show you off there one day. While she amicably chatted with the greeter, longing for a table in deep privacy, you looked around the place.

Flashing lights garnered your attention, the cool air of the establishment forcing goosebumps up your bare legs, thighs only covered by the short overalls Natasha had made you wear. She had complete control over you, your clothes for that matter. After pairing a baby blue shirt with overalls and Converse shoes, she deemed you worthy to leave the house by her side.

“Come along, princess. Our table is ready,” Natasha told you as she tugged you around.

A strange sense of giddiness set itself at the pit of your stomach. You had been battling with your own mind non-stop since the day you moved into the house. Tossing and turning each night, Natasha was all that was in your mind. She hadn’t forced herself onto you, not yet at least, but you could tell that even in her silence she aimed to break you. It wouldn’t be that easy, and when the time came where she gave up and sent you off, you’d only laugh in her face breaking away from the vicious cycle of being dependent.

“Here’s your table, ma’am. And here are some menus for the two of you,” the greeter cheerfully said. “Your waiter will be here in a few, enjoy!”

While eyeing the menu sitting upon your face, you disregarded the hard look Natasha gave the man. His focus was entirely on you, most importantly the thighs she left mostly bare for her own enjoyment, not his. With the green, priceless power she held at the tips of her finger she could deal with him accordingly, but as she huffed, Natasha settled on having a decent evening, not scaring you away more than she had.

“Don’t bother looking at the menu. Mommy will order for you, alright? You are too little to be doing that by yourself,” Natasha explained without tearing her deep viridescent eyes off the food listed beneath her. “You can choose your drink if you’d like, but remember you’re too small to have alcohol, and soda is only reserved for special occasions.”

“So am I supposed to order just water all the time?” You questioned with furrowed eyebrows.

“Or juice. They’re both very healthy, so long as the juice isn’t stuffed with horrible sugar. I wouldn’t want my baby to get any nasty cavities.”

During the conversation Natasha refused to look at you, adding further to the shame you felt forming at your reddened cheeks. She was confident in that way, fully overshadowing every ounce of your own and turning it to insecurities. There was no need to bother herself staring your way as she knew you’d be on your best behavior. You could never put it past the older woman to punish you in public, fearing the time already looming with your growing bratty remarks growing.

“That’s bullshit. I understand you get off on the whole power trip thing, but you can’t control what I eat and what I don��t,” you mumbled under your breath, harshly boring your eyes at her pristine features. “I’m not a child, Natasha. I’m pretty sure I can survive one night choosing shit for myself.”

There were many things Natasha tolerated, mostly the incompetence displayed by her employees at work, but the breaking of rules was not a thing which amused her. Red lips turned to a straight line, her eyes darkening as her silver hair shone underneath the faux lights of the restaurant. With how busy it was through your surroundings, it would be easy for her anger to get lost and drowned.

As she leaned in, you prepared yourself for the worst. “Watch your fucking mouth, you stupid little mutt. Don’t you dare forget that I am the reason you’re not whoring yourself out in the streets for money. You will do as I say, that’s the end of it. Otherwise I can and will deal with you as I please. Now shut the fuck up and behave,” she carried immense calmness whilst talking, your soul already dripping in her hands. “Don’t give me a reason to punish you for the first time. You and I both know it won’t be pretty.” At her words, you nodded with a knot forming at your throat where bile threatened to rise. “Apologize. Now.”

“I’m really sorry,” even with feigned confidence still holding your walls up, your face burned bright red. Tears formed over your glassy eyes before threatening to fall at the sight of Natasha’s hard gaze. She sighed in relief, knowing she had perhaps gone too far, but that didn’t change your outlook. “I won’t do it again. Nat- mommy…I’m sorry.”

“Good. Clean your face up, I hate cry babies and stupid brats.”

Dinner service went smoother than you had imagined. Natasha had ordered fries alongside chicken tenders for you, promising that if you didn’t act out for the remainder of your time at the table, that she’d let you pick dessert. “This is how it is, sweetheart,” she started. “If you behave, you get rewarded. If you misbehave, mommy punishes you.”

Each word that she spewed you believed. Her attention was primarily set on you, at times leaning in to feed you across the table, ignoring all the curious prying eyes in your surroundings. As though she witnessed the show of the century, an act of merit and beauty, Natasha tilted her head. She didn’t stop staring until you were halfway through your food before digging into her own.

You’d be a liar if you said you hated the way her heel-covered-foot rose up your leg. With feigned innocence Natasha would tease you, inching higher and higher until her sharp heel dug into your skin. Even as you hissed she didn’t stop. Anything in the name of proving how much you needed her.

“I ate all my food,” you stated once you finished the last of your fries, reaching out hesitantly towards the water cup before you got a nod of approval. “Can we get dessert now? I did what you told me…mommy.”

“Hm, cute,” she whispered, eyebrows raised with surprise at your actions. “Tell me, princess, what would you like to eat for dessert?” Natasha accented her words by hiking up her foot until you could feel the graze of the tip of her heel between your legs. “I’m feeling quite peckish myself.”

Once settling on a bowl of ice cream, you remained frozen in place. It was up to Natasha to feed you, moving from her side of the booth to yours so she could drag a spoonful of the chocolatey goodness and place it in your mouth. Even with the taste of a freezing cold treat, you warmed up to the silverfox woman.

She took her time staring at your lips, watching them part themselves for her to inch inside. The deep, dark, emptiness in her eyes was substituted by joy. Natasha could look at you for the rest of time if allowed to do so. By your side, she felt much happier than the last few years she trickled through alongside Maria.

“You did a good job,” she admitted while rubbing a napkin over your mouth that was surrounded by a mess of chocolate. “There’s going to be some bumps in the road, my princess, but we’ll get through them. I need you to always remember your place.” With your head held in her hands, Natasha felt at ease. “You’re a good girl, I know you are. All I need is for you to show me exactly that. Now let’s go to the bathroom and get those hands cleaned up before we play a few games. Maybe mommy will win you that cute unicorn my girl has been eyeing.”

That night you went home with the very same unicorn she described. In the back seat of the car you fell asleep holding it, Natasha eyeing you from the rearview mirror with a tender smile before naming it ‘Honey’ just for you. For the first time ever she allowed herself to take a peek through the cracked door of your playroom as you slept, happy to finally have found the one.

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“When we arrive you will not do anything unless I tell you so. You are there to keep your mouth shut and be shown off, to remain quiet while mommy does all the talking. I don’t want you to look or talk to anyone. You are to stay in my office at all times. I’ve taken the liberty to set up a playpen for you, love. All you have to do is…”

Natasha’s words trailed off, becoming almost echoes to the sounds of horns and screaming all through the city. You despised such loud crowds, the packed nature of the citizens across the nation. They almost mirrored that of sardines.

A hand coated by various rings squeezed your own, the jewelry leaving heavy imprints on your palm. With all that lay deep inside, Natasha was not one to have misbehavior. She frowned at you, the distracted nature present in your features that she attempted to shake away without success. Lost in your own thoughts, she let you wander off until you arrived at the building.

“Sweetheart, I need you to listen to mommy.” You were glad the partition was set between the area you sat in and the driver’s seat. Turning to Natasha, you stared back blankly. “Are you going to behave for me?”

A month into the relationship and there hadn’t been a punishment in sight. She found it boring, equally stale to the marriage she once shared with Maria. There was no joy in having a pet who wouldn’t fight back. Natasha longed to slap the words off your lips when you talked back, to grab a fistful of your hair and tug at it until she dragged you to the playroom where she’d promptly throw you over the floor before making you regret crossing her. Her hair was slicked back into a pristine bun, but her mind was in a messy turmoil.

“I will,” you replied. “I pinky promise.”

She humored your adorable nature to stick your pinky finger out and wrap it with her own until she felt safe enough to let go. You couldn’t put a pin in what made you that way. When around Natasha, all your inhibitions went away. Sitting atop could nine, you were empty-headed, not a thought passing behind your sweet eyes that looked up at her with such adoration.

Hearing so many stories late at night when Natasha brushed your hair, you were nervous to set foot into her office. All you had gathered from her daily rambles was that her business reeked with incompetence. There was not a soul there that didn’t infuriate who was your new owner, not even her ditzy assistant that made a mess of her schedule on a weekly basis, or the head of human resources who couldn’t hold a conversation with the boss without stammering through his sentences.

“Breathe, little one. I can feel you shaking from here,” she whispered as the two of you stood in the elevator that moved upwards. “You’ll be alright, Y/N. Everyone's going to love you. How could they not? Just look at you – you’re so perfect. Mommy’s beautiful angel.”

Staring down at your outfit, you begged to differ. Pink, you had learned but especially in a pastel arena, was a color Natasha adored on you. She’d spend hours taking you from store to store, shoving whatever item toned with the light hue into the cart before guiding you off to the next one. While she paid no mind to the silly clothes that clung to your body, you couldn’t help but grimace at the pastel pink miniskirt and the awfully tight white camisole.

All eyes were on the two of you as soon as you stepped off the elevator into the highest floor of the building. Natasha had a suave walk, her features unamused as everyone turned to face the creature that held her arm tight enough, you were sure it would fall off.

“I told you to breathe, puppy,” she reminded you, chuckling at how you could barely get yourself to walk through the sea of attention. “Oh you look so cute giving everyone a little show. You know your skirt keeps riding up…”

It was enough to nearly get you to bolt to her office as Natasha pushed the door open. You tugged down your skirt, embarrassed to have given everyone such a view while the other woman laughed at your expense. There was no shame in showing you off at her prized possession.

“That’s not funny! You made me wear this stupid thing and now everyone saw.”

“I thought you liked the little strawberry panties mommy got you. Don’t go around breaking my heart,” Natasha feigned a pout. She cornered you, your back hitting her desk as you nearly tripped over your feet. With a hand making itself up your thigh, your breath hitched. “Can I see, baby? Show mommy at least. Oh we both know you’re practically begging for me to touch you, but you can’t get that just yet. I want to wait and make it special for my girl.”

Natasha ended up getting a peek of your underwear whether you liked it or not. To add onto the cherry waves of humiliation, she took it a step further and snapped a picture of the rosy panties with small strawberries around it. It would be long until she told you of all the perverted images she already had of you from when she snuck into your room in the dead of the night.

The mortification you previously felt subsided as the day went on. In the privacy of Natasha’s office you had questioned the need for a playpen by her desk, but with the quietness you threw at you, you knew to sit inside the designated area and never ask questions. It was unbecoming of a little girl to go against her mommy’s wishes, she said – of course Natasha was right.

While dubious at first, you found yourself at peace within the confines of the plastic playpen walls. Natasha had taken the liberty to, much like your room, adorn it with a variety of stuffed animals, pillows, and blankets. She allowed you to have her iPad so long as the parental locks remained on, letting you sprawl yourself over the matted floor where you watched the cartoons she allowed you to see all handpicked herself.

“Would you like a snack, my darling?” Natasha asked halfway through the day. “Here, you must be hungry, huh? Your tummy is all icky? Let mommy help you.”

There was a whole mini-fridge and section she left just for you, preparing it with its entirety filled with copious amounts of snacks you adored alongside drinks just for you. With a tender gaze, Natasha fed you them from over the playpen. She pet your head, kissing the top of your head as you sipped on the bottle of orange juice.

While you casually remained in place for the day, Natasha working quietly on her desk, the irritation in you grew to exponential levels. Suddenly all that lay in your quiet, thoughtless mind were bouts of mischief.

“Mommy?” There was still uncertainty when it came to using the honorific, but slowly you grew more adjusted to it. “Can I come out now?”

“Not yet, princess. It’s not even lunch time yet,” Natasha chuckled without tearing her sight away from her papers. With each passing hour her stack seemed to grow bigger, her assistant bringing in more and more for her to work through – she was far too afraid of her boss to dare avert her eyes towards you or acknowledge you in any way. “Sit tight, my love. Soon enough mommy will get you out and we can go find some yummy lunch to have together. Be patient, little one.”

“But I want it now!” You huffed, kicking your feet against the playpen that you sat in. “I don’t want to be here. Get me out.”

“Was I not clear or did you smack your little head on the pavement? I said no,” she roared, her assistant beneath the confines of the office surely fearing the sound of it. “Stay right there and close your mouth. There’s less than half an hour until lunch. Are you too dumb to wait, sweetheart?”

Ignoring Natasha, you kicked the playpen again. “Get. Me. Out.”

“No,” she flatly responded. “Now behave and stop kicking around unless you want me to punish you.”

“I don’t care about your stupid rules or punishments. I want to get out now,” you had the same fire in your eyes as she did. Rather than kick the plastic walls, you settled for rising to your feet, easily able to step over them before sticking your tongue out towards Natasha. “I’m getting food now, not when you say so.”

It all happened in a manner of a split-second that you let your guard down. Not even three steps were taken towards the door when a strong hand found its way upon your hair, turning to a fist quickly before pulling back with immeasurable harshness. Even if you nearly tripped over your feet, a hiss escaping your torn lips, Natasha didn’t care. All she was focused on was dragging you towards her desk and throwing you over it, not caring for the papers that flew around or were destroyed in the process.

Hastily your skirt was forced up, your underwear drawn down until it pooled at your feet, brushing against your shaky legs. For the first time you felt those strong, confident hands on your cheeks, squeezing and prodding as though they belonged there. There was no universe where Natasha’s growing anger would allow her to be kind. And as soon as you were about to question her motives with a snarl, she smacked your backside lugging a scream from the depths of your throat.

“You stupid mutt. You’ve been doing so well, huh? And then you decide to throw it all away for what?!” She spit her words, slapping your ass once again, basking on the adorably fearing yelps you gave her. “Oh I just know you’ve been waiting for this. You wanted mommy to touch you and bratting out was the only way you could get it. How fucking cute.”

She hit you again, and again, and even more with each cry that stuffed the room already reeking with the stench of sex from your drenched cunt in full display. Natasha didn’t care to stop. Her mind was elsewhere, flying across the sky of conviction as she made you see the importance of following the rules.

“Nat-” you sobbed, never having felt such pain in your life – much less adore it with such passion. “Mommy please stop.”

“Oh now you want to stop? I thought you were too fucking stupid to know what that word meant. Too bad I don’t care,” she said. Her eyes drifted down to your slick cunt, a giggling escaping her perfectly plump lips before she smacked her hand between your legs. “You’re so pathetic. Are you really telling me this makes you wet, honey? Look at how puffy and pretty your pussy looks – all mine.” Rubbing a finger over your slit, you hoped she’d cease her torture, but it only continued with another strike upon the sensitive area with a tint that matched the reddened hue of your ass. “If you wanted mommy to fuck you, you could’ve used your big girl words. Now look at what you got yourself into. You deserve this, don’t you?” When you didn’t reply, more pain was exerted over you. “Answer me.”

“Yes, I deserve it!” You mustered out. Tears began forming over your eyes, but Natasha easily got off on such sadness displayed on your features. “I’m really sorry for misbehaving but-”

“No buts, darling. When mommy tells you what to do, you do it without question. Only good girls get rewarded,” she didn’t hesitate reminding you, her free hand forcing your head to remain pressed against the desk as she used the other to continuously hurt you. “And bad girls get punished.”

While you knew a simple word could stop it, you didn’t dare humor such a stupidly shameful idea. Instead you opted to bask in the adoration you received from each blow, your shaky, unsure voice thanking Natasha for so much as looking at you. Your cunt throbbed with each passing second, but with patience and resilience building up, you knew it was only a matter of time until you were given what your desperate needs longed for.

“I’ll teach you how to be a good pet for mommy,” Natasha whispered against your ear, her front pressed against your swollen backside. “And then I’ll break you with every fucking ounce of me until you can’t think about anything but me.”

With your first punishment, the process had already begun.

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The sadistic side of Natasha was one you adored, but the softness that came after, so sweet and tenderly loving, was something you never expected and began getting used to. Even after exuding all her frustrations over your frail body, she was prepared with a bottle of lotion that she rubbed against your tender skin. With a kiss befallen on your lower back and words of affirmation you had waited to hear all your life, your heart began opening up to her.

Days upon days had passed with you rummaging through the same scene in your head. It was a contract the two of you had signed, and yet you never thought she’d stick to the regimen of caring for you as she had promised. Natasha didn’t dare have a day pass where she didn’t ask how you felt, and if at any point she had to carry out a punishment – even those which involved kneeling on rice or sitting in a corner for a given timeframe – the aftercare she brought you made you feel loved for once.

So much so that slowly you began seeing her more as a partner than your temporary owner.

“I’m ready,” you told her once as you sat lounging around her living room, her eyes stuck on the television where you watched a movie – Natasha would never admit she enjoyed the quiet, almost domestic moments you spent together. Turning towards you, she frowned. “It’s been over a month. Shouldn’t we have already…you know?”

The innuendo didn’t go missed in her mind as Natasha raised her eyebrows. “I was waiting for a special occasion, to have trained you better at the very least.” Booping your nose, she chuckled. “Someone still enjoys getting under my skin. My touch is something you earn, not beg for. I’m not one for pets who won’t listen to their masters.”

No matter how tough she made herself out to be, you didn’t ignore the way her breath hitched when you moved from your place on the couch to her lap. The confidence that radiated from Natasha was one absorbed within you, making you much sure of yourself in the days you spent being pulled around by her.

Tilting your head in a similar manner as her, you couldn’t help but brush a hand through the silver strands of her hair. “I’ve given you everything you wanted – my life, my soul, and my freedom. By now you’d think I would’ve earned it.” Shaking your head, you grabbed Natasha’s hands with your own. “Please, mommy. I don’t think I can go through another day without you in me. I just…I really need you, please. Don’t you want to make your baby happy?”

Pushing her hands against your breasts, you let out an exaggerated moan only reserved for Natasha. “Fuck,” she mumbled. “Pretty puppy can’t go another day like this, huh? Oh you’re something else, Y/N, really. Hmm I suppose arrangements can be made…” she trailed off before squeezing your tits, thumbs rolling over your erect nipples easily visible by your lack of a bra. “Do you want to scream for me, pet?”

With a softness trickling beneath her freezing soul, Natasha didn’t hesitate any longer to get you into the playroom. Your heart raced, her own skipping a beat as the dimly-lit room accented her features. Even without an ounce of makeup, her small wrinkles in full view, you swore you had never seen a specimen with such beauty bestowed upon her.

Underneath the blanket of darkness she undressed you. There was a slight shakiness to her touch, a hesitance of a woman who hadn’t dared experience such pleasures since the separation of her long-term wife. Lips touched your skin, the loving embrace of her mouth planting itself over you.

“You’re beautiful, pet,” she whispered to you with each article of clothing she threw over the floor. “A perfect little girl. Fuck, look how pretty you are for mommy.”

Insecurity drove her hesitation to pull at her own clothes, instead viridescent eyes remained following your body as she placed you upon the soft mattress. The thud that came out from her throat as she pinned you down made your eyes widen. Looking up, you couldn’t tell whether she was your owner or lover.

Your hands came together as you fought with her robes, pulling them off as she leaned in to take you for herself for the first time. It was the first kiss she gave you, the brand of ownership she had left to give you. There was a moment of uncertainty, not having dared settle into such a world since Maria. But as you kissed her back, all her walls were torn down.

“Lay back, princess. Let mommy make it all better,” she told you, lips brushing over your own. “I’m right here, honey.”

Her body defined the word of beauty. It was pristine, even with the stretch marks you traced with your fingertips. She didn’t allow you to stare without her insecurities skyrocketing, instead turning the focus entirety onto you.

With a hand hugging your body, the over danced down your midsection. Natasha kissed your lips, making out with the glow in you radiating and blinding her with adoration. She scratched the itch that had long overtaken her being. Swiping a finger over your throbbing cunt, she suppressed a moan with your lips. From then on you realized leaving the silverfox woman would be improbable.

“Oh mommy that feels good,” you hummed, fingers turning to fists over her graying hair. “Mommy!”

“I love it when you call me that. Oh sweetheart, it makes me feel so good.” For the sake of your pleasure Natasha ignored the growing wetness between her legs, nuzzling her face against your own while thumbing at your swollen clit. Even such a tender movement made you arch your back. “This pretty pussy is all mine. I can’t wait to play with you further, to turn you into such a cute slut for me to enjoy. We’re going to have so much fun together.” Her fingertips swirled over your entrance, eliciting a husky groan from you. “Just you and mommy, always.”

With enough foreplay bestowed upon you, she eventually inched her fingers inside. There were two, and yet they were enough to stretch you out lovingly. Your walls clung to her as she prodded further in, your cunt clenching around Natasha with each little movement she did.

“You’re so tight, pretty girl. Oh you’ve been waiting so long for me to do this, I know. Ever since the first time you saw me, this is what you’ve wanted. Isn’t that right, puppy?”

Her voice was like a sweet venom making its way into your ears, an orchestra that you drowned with. The drunkenness you carried in you, credit to Natasha, made you sloppily slide your tongue into her mouth as she thrust her fingers deeper and deeper.

The languid manners in which she fingered you were unlike her persona. Natasha took her time getting you to relax before pumping her digits in and out, your juices oozing out and down your inner thighs. She made you feel an arousal you hadn’t ever felt in your life, cries showering the empty room as she kept going.

“You won’t last long,” she laughed, kisses being peppered over your face. “I know, my love, but I’ll make it worth your while.”

For what felt like hours she went on to further entice your upcoming orgasm. With a thumb lazily rubbing itself on your clit, she curled her fingers up in your pussy. All the wetness within you made a mess of the sheets she’d taint with your essence, enjoying the stench of you as she pleased you.

Natasha kissed her way down your body, your nipples being taken into her mouth that she sucked softly, giving affection to each squeezed breast before moving further. She was attentive enough to nuzzle her face against your stomach, smirking when you giggled at the ticklish feeling. As her nostrils took in the smell of your juices and her lips ghosted upon your cunt, the older woman was in heaven.

Swiping her tongue over your pussy, she hummed. “You taste divine, love. Such a delicious little pussy for mommy to have. Hmm, good thing I’m famished.”

Having her between your legs alternating between fingering your hole and licking your clit, at times doing so simultaneously, tightened the knot upon your lower abdomen. Natasha didn’t stop, your cries only motivating her further. She found you to be intoxicating, a drug she had yet to try and was already fully dependent on – the vice she would never let go.

When you came, she was there to hold you in place, only smiling against your pulsating cunt as your orgasm washed over your blissful body. “That’s it, baby. Cum for me – cum for your mommy. I got you, my little one. Mommy won’t ever let go of you.”

It was her words that helped your stamina grow when she drew a second orgasm from you, getting you to shudder against her hungry mouth while your fingers moved with harsh, speedy thrusts. Never had you been fulfilled with such love, much like Natasha who always longed for the submission of a pet much like you.

“You did such a good job, babygirl,” she breathlessly told you. Your eyes were unfocused, hazy as your mind while you stared down at Natasha. She kissed her way up your body, licking your juices off her lips and allowing you to face her breasts that you were so eager for. “I’m really glad I didn’t wait. I don’t think I could’ve gone another day without touching you.” Palming at your tits, she was in awe of your beauty. “I’m really proud of you. You’re already making a mark, honey. Now it’s all about following your training until I can properly show you off.”

That night it was Natasha who once again took control. She didn’t allow you to touch her, not yet at least. Instead she covered her skin with her robe, dragging you towards the bathroom to clean you up. The bath you took made all your fears disappear. With her hands dancing all over your skin, coating you with soap and love, you relaxed against your lover.

She left you to sleep on the playroom’s bed as per usual, the sheets changed before she went to drop a kiss on your forehead. After a husky ‘goodnight, baby,’ she was gone as soon as she came. You tried your hardest, but each waking moment it was much difficult to live without Natasha by your side.

The unspoken air of tension was dissuaded as you snuck into her bedroom that night, clutching Honey tightly against your chest while tip-toeing into her bed. Natasha, who pretended to be asleep, let the ends of her mouth rise at the action.

That was the first of many nights that you secretly slept with her arms safely wrapped around your body – your heart already naked on the line for Natasha to own alongside your mind and body.

#not mine #but omg it’s so good #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader

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Hey guys! I am about to do my first ever ✨follower purge✨ aka if you don’t have your age in your bio/ if you are below the age of 18 I’m going to remove you as a follower. I’m going to start removing people tomorrow so you have about 24 hours to make sure your age is in your bio.

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If you haven’t read this full ‘series’ then major spoilers ahead

But I’ve been thinking of maybe making an epilogue to it of reader and their actual Wanda finally reconnecting in the afterlife. I was thinking about how Jane made it to Valhalla in Thor and how it would be similar to that. If it does get made, it would most likely be in a few weeks after the semester ends. But tell me if you’re interested in reading it so I have more motivation to write it 🕺

Please, Don’t go (You couldn’t even if you wanted to)

Dark! Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warning! This fic contains dark content.

Contains: pet names, manipulation, mind control, also medicine being used for mind control. Also slight multiverse of madness spoilers. [18+ content]

Word count: 936

Summary: Wanda has changed drastically in the past few months turning your relationship toxic. You decide to break things off, but will she let you?

Hello! I finally watched multiverse of madness today and I got inspired to write this. I hope you enjoy!

Also here’s part two! part three!

You couldn’t take it anymore.

Wanda isn’t Wanda anymore. She’s bad, this isn’t your fault. You chanted internally to keep some grip on the information. If you kept it constant in your mind then wanda wouldn’t be able to take it out as easily.

Your girlfriend, Wanda, has been a lot more… active in your relationship to say the least. She was slowly dragging you away from your friends. Your best friend, Kate, seeing the most distance because Wanda had unofficially banned you from seeing her after she saw Kate look at your ass for a second too long.

You had to practically beg Wanda to let you go to your classes in person. She always said “Oh well since there’s an online option for this class you get to stay with mommy!”

You had previously tried to bring all of this up to Wanda, but she did her signature move on you.

“Aw my dumb little puppy, you wanna stay here with mommy. You can’t handle yourself out there. You need me to keep you out of trouble since that little mind of yours likes to play tricks on you.” She said softly as she held you close and stroked your hair. “Have you been taking your meds, Y/N? It sounds like you haven’t”

Wanda kept saying you were having weird mood swings and deep depressive episodes, so she got you onto a new medication. According to Wanda, it helped, but it made your brain feel like putty. It was perfect for Wanda to mold to her liking, but she’d never share that with you.

You had enough. You needed to confront Wanda and make her see that you are your own person who needs to be able to have their own life outside of their partner. You loved her, but you knew what needed to be done.

You walk towards the door of her home office and knock. You shiver when you hear her say “Come in, detka”.

You walk in and see her sitting behind her desk, typing away at something before she looks up at you.

“There’s my favorite puppy, does someone need attention?” She says with a smile.

You hold yourself back from pouncing onto the opportunity for your girlfriend's special attention. You had a goal and you would not falter this time.

“Wanda-“

“Detka, what have I told you to address me as?”

“Wanda I-“

“Uh uh, address me properly, then we can talk”

You take a deep breath

“Mommy… I need to talk to you”

“Well aren’t we talking right now, puppy?” She chuckles “If this is about your bedtime being pushed back by an hour then it’s not happening”

“Nono, I… it’s serious. You know I love you and you love me.”

“To the moon and back, detka, your point?”

“Well I know sometimes your love is passionate and while I know you have good intentions they don’t always lead to good things.”

“Uh huh… are you sure this isn’t about your bedtime?”

“No! I- fuck, Wanda, I need to leave you. This isn’t healthy anymore.”

She raises an eyebrow at you.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re not the Wanda I fell in love with. The Wanda I fell in love with wouldn’t stop me from seeing my friends or force me to stay home all the time! The Wanda I love was actually nice to me!” You exclaim, noticing how she barely moves during your outburst.

That is until she started laughing.

And then she stood up.

“Aw, puppy, it’s cute when you get all cranky. You haven’t had your nap yet, hm? Or your medicine, you always get upset when you don’t take it when you’re meant to.”

She stands in front of you and moves her hands to cradle your face. Except you move out of her reach by taking a step back.

“Detka, don’t be a brat now. You’ve been so good the past few days.”

“No, Wanda! I'm not being a brat, I’m standing up for myself.” You say, trying to exude confidence that you don’t have anymore.

She looks at you again with a blank expression. You were confused until you saw the small ball of scarlet magic in her hand being formed by the movement of her fingers.

You quickly make a break for it out of the office and towards the front door. Wanda is faster than you and grabs your arm, pushing you against the closest wall.

“Don’t worry, Detka, mommy will just have to up the dosage on your medication from now on until I can get you to behave like I want you to.”

You struggle in her grip. Thrashing as much as you can until you feel red tendrils of magic wrap around all of your limbs to keep you against the wall.

“Wanda- please” you whimper as tears start to form in your eyes.

She shushes you and puts her hand against your temple. She kisses your forehead and says “This is for the best.”

Your eyes change to balls of crimson energy as you feel the memories of today being wiped. All you remember is Wanda and how much you love her before you fall asleep against her.

“I didn’t realize this universe's version of you would be so against change. But I’ll have you the way I want soon enough. I went through a lot of trouble trying to get you and I will not let your brattiness become a hold up.” She said softly as she picked you up and carried you to the bedroom.

“I will see you tomorrow, my sweet puppy.”

I hope you liked this! It was fun to write so if people like it I’ll write a pt.2 about wanda’s obedience training.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #dom wanda maximoff x reader #dom wanda maximoff x sub reader #wanda x you #dark wanda maximoff x reader #nightmare says #victory au

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nightmare-writes · 3 years ago

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I am a proud karen Wanda simp 🫡 I love her and she deserves everything 💕💕💕

Retrospect | Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 10,014

Warnings: Karen!Wanda Maximoff, Smut, Slight Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of Past Abuse, Punishments, Age Play, Slight Pet Play, Humiliation, Praise, Degradation, Dub-Con, Toxic Relationships, Squirting Strap-Ons, Forced Breeding, Anal Sex, Double-Penetration, Dirty Talk, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Sadism | 18+ Minors DNI

Summary: Moments shared between you and your beloved Wanda — a woman who can easily turn cold at the slight feeling of disorder.

“What is it that you want again?”

The words made you shudder, your mind growing heavily hazy as you looked around you. The stress of numerous eyes gawking at you, staring down at the overalls you wore alongside untied Converse shoes, made it difficult to speak. You could only attempt to gulp down the knot of fear in your throat, but it never budged.

A hand squeezed your own bringing you back to reality. You turned and were faced with numerous options, but the small stuffed unicorn clung to your chest never helped. No matter how much you were shaken and called, you didn’t find it in you to respond.

“Y/N, use your words. What do you want to eat?” came the voice again, which each second shedding more of its patience.

“I, uhm,” you bit your bottom lip. “I can order it myself, Wanda. It’s okay.” Waltzing forward you hid the unicorn behind your back, smiling fondly at the employee that sat across the counter. “I’ll just have the chicken nuggets and fries with, uh, orange juice I guess.”

The woman beside you frowned, but she kept her mouth shut. She was there to make life easier for you. To be the one to step forth and take control that you rid yourself of. Of course it was impossible to do such a thing when you refused to give up. Stubbornness as something which could forever land you in a world of pain.

“I can order my own food,” you told her without a question being pegged. “I’m a big girl.”

Beneath her breath, Wanda was furious. Her hands turned into fists as she held yours with immense strength. “What the fuck did you just say?”

Such a low sound couldn’t be heard from the insistent chatting across the restaurant. Wanda had been the one who piped up to your playroom, dragging you off the desk where you studied for your midterms for a midday meal. She knew of your overwhelming stress per semester. It was difficult to talk to you while you rushed through the wave of assignments, let alone get you out of your room unless it was for a class. No matter how hard she tried, she simply couldn’t get you to relax for once until it was far too late.

Deciding to drop it, Wanda let out a deep breath. It was meant to be a lovely time the two of you spent, the first in weeks at that. Although desperately missing you, she didn’t dare vocalize such a thing. Surely she was there to carry you through only the toughest times, but the mere act of her being the one to express her emotions was far too unlikely to occur – it was what her mother ingrained in her mind during childhood, a wall Wanda couldn’t easily tear down.

“Go take a seat for me, baby. Find us a table,” she instructed. “Mommy will bring the food in a second.”

Cheeks turned pink as you noticed the employee at the front counter frowned before looking back and forth between you and Wanda. No matter how comfortable she was with it, you couldn’t help but shudder each time your girlfriend dared spew said honorifics in public. It was already bad enough that you had to be stared down over your colorful outfits, holding her hand, and a stuffed animal she never failed to bring out for you. Comfort was left at home, humiliation was brought in public.

Plopping yourself down on an empty table, you hugged your stuffed animal close. Wanda had gotten it for your birthday – Honey she called it. The small mythical animal brought you great joy, especially comfort when the older woman wasn’t around.

Not long passed before Wanda calmly walked towards you, nodding with amusement at your choice of sitting by the playground. She knew how desperately you wished to go in, to have the freedom you never held as a child, but you weren’t allowed to do so. Perhaps for the holidays she’d surf the web in search of a playground for the house – only then the two of you could enjoy yourselves in the privacy of your home.

Placing the tray over the table, Wanda took her seat beside you, not across. She was quiet when carrying out her ritual: eating utensils on her right, the drinks on her left, and food pristinely placed in the middle. While she was not one for such grease-ridden meals, Wanda would eat all the unhealthy burgers for your sake.

“You didn’t let me order for you,” she casually commented while preparing your food. There was a small cardboard crown she placed atop your head, holding your chin for a second to inspect the newfound member of royalty. With insecurities seeping through the cracks each day, Wanda’s adoration of your appearance – of you – did a wonderful job in growing your confidence.

Shrugging, you shook your head. “Yeah I just thought it would be better that way.”

“Oh really? I thought you were my small puppy. Don’t you need mommy to help you do such big things? You’re so tiny, barely able to fend for yourself without me.” She chuckled, reaching out to hover over the mess of chicken nuggets on the table. Wanda grabbed one before dipping it in barbecue sauce and holding it out for you. “Here, let me feed you, sweetheart. I know you think of yourself as this highly confident adult, but deep down we both know you’re nothing but a tiny baby bear. Now open up for me, my love.”

Giving the packed restaurant a once-over, you shook your head once more knowing she wouldn’t be pleased. “Not here, Wanda. We’re in public.”

Wanda wasn’t stupid. She knew of your deep-ridden discomfort, mostly stemming from the fear of being different from others, of being ridiculed in public for everyone’s amusement. It brought on a sadness that remained hidden behind closed doors because at the end of the day, she loved you for your differences from others.

She wasn’t a patient person, but for you she could try. “Baby you really have to stop calling me that. Remember your place as mommy’s little one.”

“But-”

“No buts, dear. Open up for mommy,” she mumbled sweetly. The glint in her eyes led you to believe she wouldn’t easily give up, so against your better judgment you did as you were told. “Good puppy. There we go, now that wasn’t so hard, huh?”

Normally the taste of such a deliciously greasy food makes you salivate, but with a sight garnered from the corner of your eye, you spit it all out only seconds later. It made you feel bad, of course it did. Wanda was trying her best and you holding off information wasn’t helping. She took offense to your actions with a face morphing into one of anger, frowning as she held herself back from making a scene. After having taken the day off simply to watch out for you, you thought the least you could do was not rid yourself of the meal she bought.

“Now why would you do that, mutt?” Wanda grumbled. She didn’t care to mask the anger in her, her features scrunching up with disgust. “Mommy bought you this and you will thank me for it, not throw it all out.”

“Thank you,” you sagged your head down. “Sorry. I just…” your eyes flashed to someone at the line. “That’s Kate. I used to go to high school with her and I…don’t want her to see me like this.”

High school was never a time of great joy for you. Those tediously long hallways packed with students who either gawked at you or ignored your existence were ones you did not miss. Each day was torturous to so much as leave your bed. Although not lovely, you were more than happy and proud of yourself for getting through it. Never did you wish to encounter any of your previous classmates. At the very least Kate was someone who you felt neutral towards, and yet didn’t wish for her to see you in such a way.

“Like what?” Wanda tilted her head with confusion.

“Like a…baby.”

“But you are a little baby, aren’t you?” You shook your head. “Yes, darling. That’s exactly what you are. Now be a good girl and open up.”

“No Wanda I-”

You didn’t prepare yourself to have Wanda grab your jaw and squeeze harshly when you refused to do as she said. She pried your mouth open, nails digging into your skin leaving marks you’d surely wear with pride. For months your mommy had made sure to train you so that misbehavior wasn’t even humored in your mind. Days were spent with punishments planted on you, knees sore after minutes of kneeling on rice, mouth being washed with soap after having cussed her out, and your body enduring the utmost pain in the name of obedience training.

Leaning close, Wanda’s fury was stricken over her features. “Listen to me, you dumb little whore. You are going to eat your food whether you like it or not, and mommy will feed it to you. There are no questions asked. I don’t care if the Pope himself walks in. You do as mommy says and that’s it. Stop being such an ungrateful brat and eat your fucking food.”

Words were accented by Wanda shoving a french fry inside your mouth, getting you to chew it with a hand guiding your jaw. There were hums of approval at the fresh tears having formed in your eyes. She didn’t dare think of the curious patrons of the restaurant who stared at her before looking down at their food. Everyone knew and feared Wanda Maximoff.

Once you ate enough of the mixture of fries and nuggets, Wanda grabbed your juice box. She brought the straw to your lips, smirking widely as you wrapped them around it and sucked. You’d behave until your arrival at home where she’d punish you. For now, you could enjoy lunch by her side.

At the first taste of the juice you pulled back and grimaced with apprehension. “I don’t want it.”

“Baby I will not repeat myself-”

“That’s apple juice,” you pointed at the box, shuddering at the grotesque taste in your mouth. “I wanted orange juice. I told the guy and everything. I don’t like-”

Wanda sighed. Attempting to keep her composure was improbable with a brat at the table and incompetence at the counter. Gripping the juice carton, she rose from the seat. “Sit still, puppy. Mommy will be right back.”

The walk was one you knew very well. Typically it was reserved for high-stress situations that mostly occurred in public. Wanda wouldn’t look back for a second before setting off on her journey, her back straightened out with every inch of her appearance perfectly put in place – at times you mistook her for a model from only the most gracious magazines. It was something to be feared as with all the confidence and animosity in the world she focused on waltzing towards the counter.

Throwing the juice box on the surface, Wanda growled. “Excuse me, sir. I believe you mistakenly gave me the wrong juice box. I would appreciate it if I could have the right one.”

“I can’t do that,” the man at the counter replied. You couldn’t help but stare at the scene – your fear growing as Wanda stood directly beside Kate. No matter how much you tried to gulp down the knot of anxiety in your throat, the tight collar around your neck with a tag that read ‘mommy’s puppy’ made it hard to do so.

“I ordered orange juice, not this monstrosity.”

“But ma’am you already opened it,” he tried fighting back.

“I don’t care. Get me another one or get me your manager.” She tilted her head dangerously slow, her short red hair cascading down and only adding onto the sinister, snide look on her face. “Now!”

The entire restaurant had heard, but they were all far too afraid to turn towards Wanda. Even the employee shuddered under such a tone, nodding before immediately setting off to do as he was told. Time stood still until an orange juice box was dropped before Wanda who, with hostility present, snagged it off before walking away without another word. If there was a time for the ground to open up and swallow you, that was it.

“Here, princess.” The serene nature of her voice was a complete change from the fury she displayed at the counter. “We’ll discuss this better at home. Now be a good girl for mama and open your mouth.” You did as she said, ignoring the burning sensation over your cheeks as she tugged at your collar to ensure it was tightly placed before opening the juice. “Good girl. Now behave for me. We’re not getting ice cream anymore because you were bad, but we both know that I wan worsen your punishment if you keep acting like a stupid dog. Listen to mommy for once.”

Kate didn’t dare look your way as you were quietly fed your food by your mommy, who smiled and proudly praised you each time you downed more of your meal. All the comfort you could garner came from Honey and Wanda’s free hand that you held onto. The two of them were the only thing you needed in life – mommy had been sure enough to always remind you of such a thing.

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Upon your arrival at home you shuddered in the backseat of the car. Wanda’s eyes had flickered from the road to the rearview mirror time and time again, a part of her stricken with guilt over the punishment you’d receive. She’d made sure to tone it down a bit, at the very least making it somewhat enjoyable. Surely she garnered joy from making you feel pain under her hand, but sometimes you deserved to be treated with the love and support you never got.

Wanda opened the door for you when she parked in the driveway, grabbing your hand to help you step out of the vehicle before guiding you to the path that led towards the front door. The silence she clung to always made your heart race. She wasn’t happy with your behavior, you knew that much. Mommy didn’t stay quiet unless she remained pensive inside, gears in her brain racing to find the perfect way to discipline you.

“You go get ready in your playroom, darling,” Wanda finally spoke behind the closed door. “I want you to take off your clothes but keep the collar on. You can have Honey while we have our big girl playtime. Just be sure you’re laying on your back, okay? Mommy loves looking at her little mutt no matter how bad you’ve been.” Lightly slapping your backside, Wanda hummed. “Off you go, princess.”

Doing what she said brought you peace of mind. For the past few months she learned to grow less volatile, to leave her anger outside the house and shower you with comfort. It worked for the most part to compose herself, to have you do as you were told while she took a few breaths by herself, humming with comfort until her heart rate wasn’t exhilarated any longer. For your sake Wanda would do anything.

She was more than pleased after having strode through the empty hallways, tugging at her clothes with the clicking of her heels disappearing as she took them off. The sight of you naked over the bed met her, nothing covering your body let alone for the pink collar stricken over your neck and your unicorn that you hugged close covering your chest. Humming, Wanda allowed herself to enjoy such a deliciously innocent sight. She tilted her head, prancing forth like a lioness ready to devour a gazelle.

“Tell me what you did wrong, my love,” she spoke softly, hands coming to rest at your inner thighs that she parted when crawling over the bed. “I know it’s hard for a little one like you, but mommy needs you to use your words.”

“I was bad. I was really, really bad,” you sniffled, not letting any tears fall down knowing mommy didn’t like cry-babies. “I didn’t listen to mommy and tried to be big when I wasn’t. ‘M a little puppy. Mommy knows better than me. I disrespected you and I-”

Noticing you grew flushed with emotion, Wanda pressed her index finger against your lips. “I know, princess. You misbehaved and now it’s time to punish you for it. You’re already being such a good girl again. If you keep this up, then maybe you won’t sleep in your playroom or at the foot of the bed tonight.”

“Thank you, mommy. I love you.”

The genuine smile on her features made your stomach churn with butterflies. “I love you too, my puppy. Now open up and let mommy touch. I know my baby will take her punishment so well. My obedient pup…”

A ghost-like touch over your dripping cunt, oozing with juices since you rubbed your thighs together at the restaurant when watching Wanda lose control, made your back arch with need. It was a thumb that drew itself up and down your slit merely grazing your wetness. Although against such teasing demeanors, you knew it was all part of the punishment. Mommy could do what she wished and you’d thank her.

Your clit was pressed against with a surprising harshness that made your eyes boggle. It was a strength Wanda reserved for you – one that brought you down with eased and forced you to take every aspect of her torture whether you liked it or not. After all, it was well-deserved. The flicks over your bundle of nerves, angry swipes, were nothing compared to her typical brute force.

“Inside,” you begged, face hidden behind the stuffed animal’s fur as your legs shuddered. Your cunt was gaping, practically pleading for mercy from the older woman. She couldn’t give up her hold over you, but it was worth a try. “Please, mommy. Inside.”

“Oh no, no, baby. Mama’s not going inside today. You just let me play with your princess parts the way I want to, alright?” The feigned sweet tone soon turned bitter as she slapped her hand over your aching pussy, drawing a loud yelp from your squirming self. “Mommy’s cumslut needs to learn some fucking manners, doesn’t she?” You nodded dumbly at that. “That’s what I thought. Now don’t be stupid and take what I give you. You’ll thank me for so much as touching this desperate pussy. So adorably wet and puffy for mommy.”

A few more smacks were thrown over your apex for good measure, each of them making Wanda’s beam much wider. She leaned in to soothe the midst of pain and pleasure that you resided within, lips tenderly kissing your pussy that was tortured by the palm of her hand. Nuzzling her face against you, she hummed.

“You taste so good for me, little one.” You only whined in return, forcing amusement out of Wanda. “I know it hurts, angel, but it’ll get a lot worse. Just know that you deserve this for misbehaving. Don’t forget you brought this on yourself.”

What felt like torturous hours passed with Wanda between your legs, her lips merely ghosting over your cunt, teasing your dripping slick with her saliva. Fingers prodded at your clit, pinching, pressing, and engulfing it with only the utmost amount of delicious pain she could muster. Teeth grazed you, eyes widening at the feeling as you looked down with fear. Rather than sink down on your sensitive bud, your partner slapped it before maintaining a steady rhythm stimulating it.

The rigor she put you through was not easy to endure, but for the sake of her approval you’d do whatever it took. Alternating between slapping and tenderly pinching your clit before swirling a fingertip over it, Wanda enjoyed every second of it. For a moment you even presumed she’d been drooling all over, salivating as she looked down to be me with the glorious sight of you making a mess on the bed, legs shaking as she couldn’t help but love the pain she exerted on your frail body.

Never did Wanda stop until she found herself sated, your orgasm nearing as she merely had to focus on your bundle of nerves leaving you empty. She knew it was coming – the scrunched up look your face found alongside the insistent shivers let her know. While having an adorable expression coming to play, she couldn’t give you the benefit of a reward.

For tediously long minutes Wanda did the same. She walked away when you neared your orgasm, but as soon as your breathing was in check once again, she tortured your clit more and more. It was your fault, you knew that much, and yet with each bout of edging you found yourself bawling your eyes out until she found it in her to offer you mercy.

“Little whore,” she angrily muttered, hand slapping itself on you one last time before she pulled back. “Oh baby I bet it feels so icky down there, huh? That’s what you get for being a bad puppy. You have to be good for your owner, understand?” Leaning forward between your legs, Wanda used a hand coated with your slick to cup your face and pull it up. “Only then will mommy give you prizes.”

Rather than push you off the bed and into the bathroom, Wanda enjoyed your body for a bit – the toy she owned. Perverted hands groped your breasts, squeezing them tight as she elicited groans of fulfillment. She could smack them around, your nipples growing erect by the mixture of cold and heightened arousal. But of course she took ownership of them as well. Without shame your partner pinched your hardened buds, tugging at them with a sadistic drive you knew very well.

“I’m really sorry, mommy,” you cried, but Wanda didn’t care. “I pinky promise I’ll be a good girl from now on. ‘M not gonna make you sad.”

A strong hand encircled itself upon your neck, guiding you up while choking you with might. “You better,” Wanda spat with disgust at your behavior. “Otherwise I’ll have to remind you again of what happens when you keep misbehaving.”

The faint scars on your skin burned bright red as you remembered the sharp knife that tore through you. Wanda had left you a bloody mess that day after you continuously drove her up the wall for a week straight. Knowing such a treatment could return made your heart stop.

“Now come here, baby. It’s time for bath time with mommy.” The smirk she gave you was almost maniacal, eyes glinting with a darkness you enjoyed. She helped you off the bed, leaving Honey behind with hesitation and the promise of rubber ducks in the bathtub to play with. “You took your punishment well, my love. Mommy is very proud of you for that. Time to get you all cleaned up before your nap.”

Wanda took a bath with you, holding you tight as she ran her hands through your body cleaning every inch of skin she found. You were eventually wrapped up in a towel before the unicorn onesie coated your body. The older woman found it impossible to keep her joy held back as she tucked you into bed with fresh sheets, the other ones to be taken to the washing machine.

The one thing that helped you drift off to sleep was a forehead kiss, your stuffed animal clung to your chest as Wanda hovered from above.

“Sleep tight, darling,” she hummed with lips that lingered over your skin. “Mama will be right here when you wake up.”

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Movie nights were a calm ordeal at Wanda’s house, especially when her children weren’t around. She was able to, for once, plop herself down on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, your head laying on her lap as she fed you treats time and time again. It was a peace neither of you were used to, and yet you adored it to the very end.

Well, at least until your phone began buzzing insistently – a sound that quickly alerted Wanda with suspicion.

“You’re pretty popular tonight,” Wanda casually commented on the quiet Friday night. After a long week of your classes and tedious hours she spent at work, it was necessary to snuggle on the couch and enjoy the other’s presence. Eyeing your phone in your hands that you unlocked, she frowned. “Who’s that?”

You shrugged, not thinking much of it as you typed a quick message. “It’s Kate,” came your reply. “That girl from high school. I looked her up after the whole restaurant situation and reached out to catch up. We’re going to get some dinner tomorrow after she gets off work. I’ll be nice to talk to her again.”

“That’s a nice thought, princess. At what time should I get ready?” Wanda asked as she popped another piece of popcorn in her mouth, her eyes flickering between the movie and your phone with a newfound irrational fear.

“Oh it’s just me and here, Wanda,” you told her. “I just…haven’t seen her in awhile. I wanna go alone and have some fun without you. Sometimes you can be a bit too much in public and stuff.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you grimaced. Pain flashed over Wanda’s eyes, the gulp she gave out being much more forced and heavy. “I don’t want to scare her off.”

“I can be too much?” The raised eyebrows let you know that she tried her best to keep her anger back. “Pray tell, when has that happened?”

“Like, every day,” you couldn’t back down even if your words were driven by fear. “This week we had the whole meltdown at the restaurant and last week it was all about that lady who said she liked my outfit at the grocery store. You instantly thought she wanted to sleep with me.”

“Well you can’t exactly blame me for that. You’re beautiful!”

“See, that’s not the point. You just have these public outbursts that are sometimes embarrassing. I’m a big girl!” You sat up at that, the movie, one of your favorites, being ignored as you gave her your full attention. “I don’t mind wearing my collar in public or when you call yourself…mommy. I do have a problem with you not being able to control your emotions in front of others. Didn’t your mom ever teach you? I’ve never met the lady but you must be exactly like her because-”

Before you could finish your rant, Wanda interjected. “I am not my mother.”

“But Wanda-”

“There are no ‘buts.’” Her voice grew louder, and for a moment you swore it broke. “I am not my mother!”

“I guess I wouldn’t know since you’ve never asked me to meet her,” you shot back. “I bet she doesn’t like that her daughter is so controlling every fucking time.”

It was the anger that got to you, the frustration and exhaustion from the week that took a toll on your body. You didn’t mean the words, and yet the venom radiated in them wasn’t something you could easily ask for forgiveness. Wanda never dared mention her family apart from Pietro who she casually brought up here and there. There was a reason for the way she grew silent whenever you mentioned your own parents, one that eventually she’d tell you in her own time and comfort.

Immediately the guilt washed over you, but you couldn’t apologize before Wanda’s anger struck at the nerve.

A mighty hand reached out to your ear, grabbing it harshly. She squeezed until you cried, forcing you off the couch and across the living room with a fury you had yet to see. Wanda shook, her body forcing itself to forget the words and enjoy the night, but her mind being far too overwhelmed with her internal turmoil.

“You ungrateful little brat. I give you everything and this is how you repay me?” Wanda yelped, opening the front door and making her way out into the pitch-black night. “Don’t you ever dare talk about my mother. I can’t believe a mutt like you would dare disrespect your mommy. Stupid whore.”

Wanda threw you onto the porch, hands turned to fists as her face scrunched up with frustration. She held herself back, and as she stared down at you with a searing sensation in her heart, all she was was herself. The confusion stricken over your features was one she had long felt in her childhood. Once upon a time it had been her who was thrown out into the front steps of the house. Only then her mother hadn’t dared look back, whereas Wanda’s guilt was clear.

In that moment all that crossed Wanda’s mind was to run. From her life, from her past, and from you. You were right of course. Her volatile nature was to be despised, to be hidden in the depths of her home away from the public eye. The gears in her head turned as her hold of your ear loosened, her chest heaving with a deep ache.

“I’m so sorry I-” Hands went to her face, covering her mouth with lips that quivered. “Oh my god baby.”

You were at a loss for words, but as soon as she attempted to lean down and reach you, you flinched back.

“Baby…” Wanda muttered.

“Is everything alright?”

As a voice appeared, the two of you turned to the sidewalk. There stood another redhead holding a frown. She was curious, her head tilted as she eyed you on the floor. The dreaded neighbor which Wanda hated the most stepped forth, and that is when Natasha set the whole world on fire.

“I, uhm, sorry I fell actually,” you quickly lied. “We were too loud?”

“A bit, yes,” Natasha sheepishly smiled. “You look a bit pale, Y/N. Are you cold, honey? I was just finishing my walk and getting ready to make some hot chocolate for the kids. You can come over if you’d like.”

Wanda tensed up at that, but the words allowed you to relax. You knew you’d have to talk to her about it eventually. For the time being you merely settled on rising from the ground and ignoring your girlfriend as she reached out.

“Yeah that would be fun actually.”

Natasha was pleased at the answer, nodding to Wanda who remained stuck in place. “Would you like to join us, Wanda? There’s enough for everyone.”

There was no response as Wanda shrugged off her greatest fears and left them on the porch. She shook her head, walking back to leave you and Natasha along with a door closing between the two of you. It was rare for her to remain speechless as she fell limp against the closed surface, tears peering through her eyes with an anger still residing deep in her stomach.

“Let’s go, honey,” Natasha grabbed your hand and led you on. “It’s getting cold out here. I wouldn’t want you to freeze up, malyshka.”

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The house was quiet when you arrived, the door having been left open with Wanda denouncing any care she had for her safety. The emptiness across the dimly-lit halls mirrored the one you held in your chest. Even the cracking of the wooden boards beneath your feet didn’t do much to dissuade your sadness.

“Wanda?” You called out, but there was nothing. “Baby?”

Rising up the stairs, you mused that she could be asleep, but then again Wanda found it impossible to relax if you weren’t there by her side. At times she would be caught in your playroom snuggling with Honey, imagining that it was you rather than a lifeless stuffed animal.

You skipped the bedroom knowing that if Wanda were truly upset with herself she wouldn’t dare give herself the benefit of enjoying her own bed. Instead she’d drown in her guilt while sprawled over the bed in the playroom. And that is exactly how you found her in the fetal position with Honey clung against her chest. All cried out, Wanda merely waited for you to come back to her.

“Hey, Wanda?” You were nervous, eyes falling to the floor as the figure in the bed sat up. Even from your peripheral view you could see the darkness in her. You’d gladly allow Wanda to use you if it meant she’d feel better. “Mommy?”

“Back so soon already, mutt? And here I thought our dear or friend Natasha would take her time fucking you,” she growled. Rising from the bed, the woman depicted the clear image of disgust towards what she believed to be true. “I bet you liked it, whore.”

“That’s not what-”

“Oh, save it. You and I both know that she wants what she can’t have – my property. Tell me, how did she do it? I bet she could never stuff you the way mommy can,” Wanda mumbled. She shifted towards you, the thin satin robe she wore carrying a small bulge upon it. You gulped at the sight of it, eyes drifting to the bedside table where a half-empty bottle of lube lay. “Are you hungry for mommy’s cock, princess? Did she leave you wanting more?”

By then you didn’t have the energy to fight Wanda, instead nodding dumbly as she stepped in your general vicinity. A hand rested on your hip, the slight touch throwing lighting all over your body. It drifted up your front, fingers exploring your stomach, heaving chest, and only stopping when she cupped the side of your face.

Wanda’s head tilts never fail to make your heart skip a beat. “Kneel for your queen,” she ordered, hand forcing you down. “Time to show you what happens when people try to take what’s mine.”

You were breathless as the robe was tugged open to reveal a large strap-on nestled upon Wanda’s hips. It was a new toy, you knew that much. Never had you seen one as big as that, much less had it in you. Knowing your girlfriend, she wouldn’t let you rest until you took it inside all your holes.

“Here’s mommy’s cock, slut. Time for us to have some fun,” she devilishly smirked. “Open up. Be a good puppy and take my special popsicle.”

Doing as you were told was without a doubt the best decision you could make even if eyeing the dildo with hesitation. Gulping down your knot of fear, you leaned in. Your tongue gave a quick swipe, flattening itself over the tip of the bulbous dark red cock. Gripping it, you found the silicone object to be heavy. Wanda wasn’t one to half-ass anything – she’d claim you once again whether you liked it or not.

Lips wrapped themselves around the thick head. While sucking lightly you flicked your tongue up and down, Wanda’s noises of arousal making it easy for you to carry out your ministrations. She grabbed the back of your head to guide you forth, her dick sliding into your mouth as you gargled over it. Saliva oozed from your lips and onto her length, the natural lubricant making it easy for her to ease in and out.

“There’s my little cock sucker. You look so good on your knees for me,” Wanda said. She pulled out her wet cock from your mouth, taking the opportunity to slap it over your flushed cheeks and lips. Swirling it over your mouth, she laughed – mocking you was far too easy and delicious to ignore. “Take my dick, you stupid bitch. You’re nothing but a cock addicted dog. A dumb puppy who needs mommy special treat, huh?”

Choking over her fat cock, you nodded. You had to relax your throat in order to allow her in and out. It was far too large to the point you had to be properly stretched out for her to so much as thrust all the way inside. Wanda couldn’t care less if you gargled all over her toy. If you grew sore from the torture then so be it. You needed to be disciplined in the best way she knew how to.

Placing her hands at each side of your head, the older woman hummed. She didn’t give you a warning, not that you deserved one, before beginning to pump herself in your throat. Wanda grunted, her own face flushed with desire as she fucked your mouth desperately. You couldn’t do much but accept your fate, lips left parted as she destroyed the last bit of sanity that lay in you.

“You’re nothing without me. Stupid bitch thinks she can go ahead and whore herself out to anyone. You’re fucking pathetic.” The gargles of pain and pleasure she received from you were exquisite. “You’ll never find anyone like me. I’m your owner, always.” The hits your body had garnered since dating her were proof of that even if faint over your skin. “You better show me some respect. Worship your god, little messiah, and take my fucking treat.”

Wanda squeezed her dick only slightly. It was enough for a few drops of white to spew from its languid tip, not enough to empty the dildo out but still give you what you required: proper cleansing.

“Swallow,” she commanded while shoving her length deep in your mouth. “Now.”

It was exactly what you did. Every single drop of cum you tasted happily before swallowing. The sweet taste from the fake seed made you hum with happiness, eyelids growing heavier as you focused on the feeling of your throat being fucked harshly. The humiliation of it all, the playroom’s window uncovered with no curtains in sight, in the perfect view of Natasha’s house, drove you mad.

Once you tasted what she gave you, Wanda pulled back – but of course not before forcing herself inside again, making you let out a stifled wail mixed with a groan, before moving back. You let the dildo go with a ‘plop’, your lips swollen and wet as you looked up with a growing arousal pooling between your legs.

A powerful hand violently grabbed your face and forced you to look at Wanda in the eye. “Such a dumb cumdump. Get on your hands and knees in bed. It’s time for mommy to turn you into a brainless breeding bitch.”

Scrambling to your feet, you followed the orders. The mattress was soft against your hands and knees unlike the hardwood floor. Your breathing quickened as Wanda danced across the room casually shedding her robe, leaving her wearing nothing but the strap-on on her waist as she reached out for the bottle of lube. Moving over the bed, she let out a sigh of relief. It had been long since she let out all her macabre inhibitions – since she took out all her anger and frustrations out on your frail, innocent body.

With the lubricant sleeping on the bed sheets, her nimble fingers urged the layers off your skin. She tore at your clothes, not caring about its livelihood as she took it all off and threw it on the floor. You’d be sure to pick it up later on to ensure her mood remained relaxed and not as volatile as it appeared.

Drops of lubricant were squirted over her cock, a hand jerking itself up and down to fully spread it around. That same cool material landed on your backside. Your puckered hole, one she had only spread a handful of times, was stimulated by an infuriated fingers that rubbed itself around. You could already feel the wondrous manner in which the new toy claimed you. It would hurt, but then again you’d love it – pain was truly delicious.

Sliding herself against your ass, Wanda swirled her wet cock over you. She alternated between her fingers and dildo, the two of them working to help you relax enough so that you could take it all. Regardless of how much she cared for your well-being, the woman was far too exhilarated and desperate to begin.

You didn’t get so much as a warning as she eased herself in your tight hole whereas all Wanda received was a loud scream heard from across the nation.

“Mommy!” You cried. Hands turned to fists over the sheets, holding onto them for dear life as a means to ground yourself. You weren’t surprised when a sharp pain landed on your backside, one of your cheeks being hit with anger. “I’m sorry I-”

“Shut up. I never gave you permission to speak,” she accented her words by digging her long nails into your back, dragging them down for long enough to leave scarlet lines in her wake. “Don’t you dare say another word unless I tell you to. Otherwise I won’t hesitate to gag that stupid mouth of yours.”

For what felt like eons she tortured your body. Every inch of your skin was hit, her anger getting the best of her as she unleashed only days of wrath out into the open. Her hips slammed against your own, the fake cock stretching out your previously tight hole loosening it easily. Tears sprung from your eyes, but you wouldn’t dare let them be known by her unless you wished to be mocked.

Wanda looked down at your back in a frenzy, her reddened eyes relaxing as they saw red bruises forming all over your skin. She didn’t wish to give you the benefit of looking at her. Only good girls got to see mommy, and you have been nothing but bad.

A steady rhythm was set with Wanda’s shaky breaths. She didn’t focus on any of the distractions around the room – not the mountain of stuffed animals in a set by the corner, the messy desk where you finished all your assignments, or the closet full of outfits she meticulously bought to perfect her doll. All that mattered was you. Well, destroying you to be fair.

“Mommy’s cumrag,” she breathed out. Her nostrils were fueled by the stench of sex that drove her to the brink of insanity. “My anal whore. Oh baby you’ll never fucking leave me again. I’ll turn you into the perfect doll for me to play with and you’ll love every second of it.”

She wasn’t wrong. Even with all the animalistic thrusts, the mannerisms that clung to her insecure unstable personality, you still adored the sadistic treatment. No matter how many times she roughly hit you, her cock sliding in and out of your ass with an erratic hint, you’d thank her at the end of the day.

A hand sneaked across your body. It teased your quivering thighs before shifting towards the area between your legs. You were wet – drenched more like – with nothing to prevent the ever-growing arousal she increased.

“You’re so stupid, you don’t even deserve mommy’s pups. I’ll stuff your ass as many times as I have to until you learn your fucking lesson. Don’t-” she pulled back before slamming her cock in the depths of your ass again. “Be a brat. It’s going to cost you dearly, mutt.”

While your backside received most of the abuse, her curious fingers slid up and down your slit. They teased you all over, parting slick folds before making their way up to your clit – the bundle of nerves happily attacked. While gloriously slow, Wanda was never known for her patience.

“So fucking wet,” she husked out. When a pair of digits dipped into your cunt, she beamed. “My, my. You love it when mommy fucks you this hard, huh? You’re nothing but a dirty set of holes for me to enjoy…”

Languid, experienced fingers solely grazed your entrance before pushing themselves inside. She stretched out your walls, ones which she loved having wrapped upon her digits. There were two at first, those which sunk into your depths before pulling back and repeating the motion – eventually she added a third one that made you scream, and yet you wouldn’t dare say no to any slight treatment she gave you.

Hips and fingers moved as one. Wanda didn’t stop, instead fucking you harder and faster by the second. No matter how many times you came, your body spasming over the naked bed sheets, she kept going. You weren’t allowed to say no, much less let the heaviness your eyelids faced win – if you were to pass out, she’d keep it up.

“I’m gonna stuff you full of cum, little whore. Your ass is going to be dripping with mommy’s special seed,” she grunted. “Greedy bitch just wants to have her holes filled, huh? You’re such a pathetic cumrag. It makes me sick looking at you.”

Forewarning was thrown out the window as Wanda pulled her cock back, squeezing it harsh enough that the remainder of white within it spewed quickly into your ass. Much like she promised, your tight hole became filled in an instant. Sticky drops seeped in you until the brim, some spewing out down your body and oozing onto the bed. Wanda could never allow her gift for you to go to waste, so with a flushed chest and unmatched breathing she pushed her hips forward until she began sweetly fucking your ass.

“Does it feel good, baby?” She was at an all time high at the sight of your body shuddering with pain, your head nodding up and down. “Use your words, my princess. Tell me how it feels to be pumped full of mommy’s puppies.”

“Feels good,” you muttered through gritted teeth and sleepiness. “So full, mommy. Thank you.”

Ramming into you again, her fingers bringing you to tears as another orgasm shot through your body, Wanda smiled. She was in awe of the beauty in you, but most importantly joyous that you were hers. Whether having a flawed perception or not, she couldn’t dare nearly lose you. It was far too much to deal with.

A hand tenderly ran itself along your bruises, love trickling from her wet fingertips.

“And don’t you dare leave me again,” it was meant to be a snarl, but all that came was a choke sob as she slumped over you. “You can’t leave me, baby. I just…I can’t lose my little girl. I love you too much to see you go. Please.” Nuzzled against your back, Wanda cried. “Please.”

She had to turn you around so that you could face the sadness in her tear-stricken eyes. It was unlike your partner to let herself be seen in such a state, and yet it didn’t matter. Wanda would do anything to get you to stay, even if it meant you had to see a side of her no one had been witness to.

“I love you,” she reminded you, a sweet kiss planted on a bruise. “I love you so much, my baby girl.”

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Taking her time to pull herself back and compose herself, Wanda eventually dragged you into the bath. It was a favorite pastime of yours. Although the moments you spent carnally devouring one another in bed were delicious, most times you longed for more. The human side of the woman was one you fell for.

“I’m really sorry,” Wanda broke the silence. She leaned against the bathtub, cradling your body that sat over her lap eyeing the various bubbles surrounding you. Her chin rested on your shoulder, and for a moment all was perfect and just right. “I shouldn’t have yelled. And you’re right, really. I do tend to exaggerate a lot, especially in public. I know that’s a lot for you, honey, and I want to change it.”

It was fair, and the loving tone in her shaky voice let you know that at the end of the day, all Wanda needed was a love and affection never given to her as a child. “Thank you, but that’s not all,” you said. “I just think that sometimes you don’t even want to have a real relationship with me. You treat me as though we’re in one, but I’ve never even met your parents!”

“Honey…”

“I feel like I’m never enough. That you don’t have any real connection to me other than…sex.” You shrugged, the tears in your eyes forming alongside Wanda’s. “I don’t want to keep this going if we’re only fucking. I want a relationship – a girlfriend. We don’t even have dates anymore. I love our movie nights, but it’s not the same. You’re always pissy and I’m left to deal with it. It’s not right.”

“I know.” Your words opened her eyes to the possibility that, at the end of the day, Wanda was in fact just like her mother. She carried the same impurity in her darkened heart. It was her job to break it off. Maybe then would she have peace in the calm of the storm. “There’s no excuse. I’ll do better for you…for me.”

The two of you sat in a blissful quiet embrace, Wanda nuzzling her face against your shoulder as you played around with the bubbles. You knew it wasn’t easy for her to shed off the title of a perfection: a mother living in the suburbs with her children and husband. Her divorce from Vision wasn’t a surprise to either of them, and yet she couldn’t bear the side-eyes and judgmental glances she got from everyone. Her anger was a way to make up for it and displace her emotions.

“My mother isn’t a good person,” she suddenly broke off the impending silence. “She pretends to be but she’s not. It’s why I’ve never told you about her, much less had you meet her. Meanwhile my dad he’s…her biggest supporter through anything. Whatever she says or does, he approved of. Even if it means I’m the one taking the hit.”

Since the beginning of your relationship you had only seen Wanda cry once and it was when you accidentally cupped her face after chopping onions without washing your hands – twice in a day worried you. She had been ticked off that day, but as you looked up to her, you didn’t notice any anger. Instead, for the second time ever you saw sadness seeping out with freshly formed tears in her eyes that eventually cascaded down her flushed cheeks.

“Was she ever…” you couldn’t help the allusion.

“Yeah. They both were,” Wanda shakily replied. “Pietro was the perfect son, the ‘firstborn’ at that. He couldn’t hurt a fly in her eyes, but me? I was the freak of a daughter she never wanted. When I was younger she’d always tell me how she wished to leave me at the hospital but couldn't, given how the doctors said Pietro would need me. She’s never cared for me. I began thinking of school as my only escape from her hits and screams, but really the students there weren’t any better. You know Maria, Natasha’s husband? Well she shoved me into a locker once and my mom said I deserved it because I needed to ‘toughen up’. She even thanked that little shit for what she did to me — even begging for her to keep it going. I just…I’ve never been good enough for her.”

Reaching out, you cupped Wanda’s red cheek that carried falling tears. You brushed them off with your thumb, shifting so that you’d sit over her lap facing her instead. It all made sense. The screaming, the intense daily anger — they were all things she knew, things her mother had done to her growing up. Not that you’d excuse her humiliating you in front of Natasha, potentially the whole neighborhood, but having an explanation made it easier to understand.

“Oh Wanda it’s okay,” you pressed your forehead against her own, face in your hands as she cried. “I’m here right now. She can’t hurt you anymore.”

“That's why I don’t let you touch me either. She’s given me so many scars and bruises that have stuck. How could I possibly explain those without bawling my eyes out?” She let out a choked sob as her bottom lip quivered. “Even to this day she can’t help but torment me. Vis and I only ever got married to please her. He never did like her, even said we should move out west to get away. When we got divorced she called only to yell at me. That no man would ever want me, that I needed to stop it with my…phase I never grew out of. She could never understand my love for you — she never has. I love you so much, princess, but I don’t think I could ever see her again.”

The revelation of her ex-husband warmed your heart at the mere reading between the lines. Although Wanda had been alone all her life, you were glad she used to have Vision. Countless times she told you it was a platonic marriage and yet you never believed her until you understood mother’s mannerisms. Never had you hated Vision, but now you adored him for protecting the woman who had your heart. It wasn’t enough, but perhaps you could send him a fruit basket. Surely that would make up for all the years he shielded Wanda from her mother’s wrath via their sham marriage, still doing so in caring for their shared children that were on vacation with him.

“That’s okay. Oh Wanda, that's more than alright.” If you had known, you would’ve been the first one to march towards her mother’s home to fight her – someone had to pay for the decades of pain your partner was put through. “I didn’t know, baby. I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t ever want to keep anything from you,” she sniffled. “If you want to meet her that’s fine, I can try for you. I’ll do anything to make you happy, angel. Just say the word and mommy will get it done, alright?” Cupping your face, she smiled tenderly. “Anything for my girl.”

To be in her arms was to love her. She had her moments of fury, and yet with all the baggage she carried, you were unable to hold yourself back from loving the woman before you. Wanda meant the world to you – she was your world. Nothing could ever keep the two of you apart.

The night was taken over by an overwhelming amount of love and adoration that you shared for one another. Wanda wasn’t typically vocal with her own emotions, and yet as she kissed you in the bath before pulling you away to dry your body with a hooded towel, she couldn’t stop making her love for you known. Her desperation to never lose you urged her to change her ways.

“We should finish the movie,” you piped up calmly, sitting at the edge of the bed as Wanda rummaged through your dresser to find a proper outfit. She settled for a onesie that resembled a bear, knowing that she had one in your shared room similar to it. “If you want to, I mean. Or we can start watching a new one altogether.”

“Whatever you want, princess,” she replied. “Stand up for me, baby. Let mommy help dress you up.”

She took her time sliding your underwear up your legs, teasingly dropping a kiss upon your abdomen as green eyes fluttered with contentment. Wanda slid the warm pajamas on you, hands running over your skin, perfecting the mental map of your body that had already formed in her mind.

While you had the difficult task of picking out a stuffed animal for the night, Wanda took off the messy bed sheets of yours that she was sure to throw in the washing machine soon enough. You averted your eyes to the floor when moving to her room to watch her put on her own matching pajamas, but with the glint in her eyes you knew she wanted you to stare.

“Can we have hot chocolate?” You questioned when she helped you descend the stairs, your free hand clutching Honey tightly. “With extra whipped cream, please. And more popcorn if that’s okay.”

“You really love those two huh?” She shook her head with amusement. “But alright, lovebug. Hot chocolate and popcorn you shall get. Come, be a dear and help mommy with it.”

Sitting on the counter watching Wanda move around the kitchen felt right. She hummed to the tune that you knew to be your favorite song – it was hard to forget as you always urged her to play it in the car. Her focus was on making the treat of the night, to rewind time and fix what she ruined, while you couldn’t stop staring her way.

“What about Pietro?” you asked all of a sudden. Her parents never loved her, but you assumed her own brother, her twin, would have some sort of appreciation for his sister. “You’ve talked about him, but I’ve never got to meet him either.”

Wanda hesitated for a moment, but settled for giving you the whole story. “He was spoiled while growing up. My parents gave him everything he wanted and more, all while I was thrown to the side and forgotten. He never grew out of that, not really. You wouldn’t stand him,” she chuckled. “Vis anything, but I know he hated my brother. Pietro still thinks the whole world revolves around him. I suppose we have that in common, only I’m the one making up for something.”

“Does he know the twins?”

“I don’t live in secret from my brother. The twins love him, at least when they see him once a year. Pietro isn’t one to stay in one place for a long time. He likes wild adventures, and not his family,” Wanda explained as she brought out two mugs. “It’s ironic, really. My mother and father gave him everything and yet Pietro doesn’t think once about them unless he needs something.”

That made you chuckle. “Karma’s a bitch.”

“That’s not a word a little princess like you should be saying,” Wanda raised her eyebrows. Although pouring the hot milk and powder into the mugs, she kept her eyes trained on you. “Those are big girl words. Only mommy can use them, sweetheart. Now be a dear and get the popcorn started.”

It was a long night that the two of you shared. You stayed up until the early hours of the morning simply chatting around while on the couch, Wanda bringing pieces of popcorn to your mouth before helping you drink your hot chocolate – even rewarding you with an ungodly amount of whipped cream. She was sure to check your bruises over and over to ensure they were properly tended to, cream being rubbed on your skin so as to dissuade any permanent nasty marks.

When you sleepily fell asleep on her lap, Wanda didn’t move. Instead she made herself comfortable enough to lay back on the cushions, dragging you on top of her so your head was planted on her desk. Loving caresses danced on your back as she whispered lullabies to keep you in a blissful state.

It was then that she realized happiness was finally in her grasp. The boys, Vision, and you were all she ever needed. Her mother could never give her love, and for some time Wanda never believed for such a fairytale to be true. To finally have what she longed for brought her peace of mind.

“I love you, my little bear. Oh I love you to the moon and back,” she whispered before nuzzling her head against the top of your head. Numerous kisses were placed there, her adoration shown off without the need for words. “I promise I will never hurt you again. Tomorrow is a new day and you’ll have so much fun with your friend,” came the mumble against you. “Sweet dreams, puppy. I can’t wait until I get to see you again tomorrow. Sleep tight, Y/N. Mommy’s here to protect you, always and forever.”

#not mine #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader

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nightmare-writes · 3 years ago

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I am a whore for this woman 😫

make me behave//like an animal

Ship: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: Agatha comes home after a long day, looking for a release.

Word Count: 7.3k

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY minors dni

Warnings (not in order): smut, a little fluff, degradation, praise, choking, spanking, magical strap-on use, heavy use of pet names (bunny, little one, little love, etc.), heavy use of slut/whore, spitting, collars, vibrating butt plug, unrealistic fisting, mommy kink, mistress kink, pet play, bondage, mouth fucking, oral sex (Agatha receiving)

Agatha comes home in a dark mood, her anger and frustration immediately alerting you that something is wrong.

“Long day?” You ask from the kitchen counter, where you’re preparing a cup of tea.

You pick up the teabag by its string and shake it gently to get off the excess liquid before tossing it into the garbage.

“Is there any way I can help?” You ask, well knowing what you’re offering.

Agatha sweeps her eyes over you, her face still stormy. “Strip.” She commands.

You bite your lip as you slowly set down the mug you had been about to take a sip from, bringing your hands to the hem of your shirt.

“Now, slut.”

You sharply inhale at the name as you pull your shirt off, dropping it to the floor as you quickly unbutton your pants.

Evidently, it isn't fast enough for Agatha, because her hand finds its way around your throat.

“You can't even follow simple instructions, can you?” She demands.

The lack of oxygen is making your head spin in an entirely pleasant way and you can't help the moan that makes its way out of you.

“Look at you, such a dumb little whore. I should have known better than to ask so much of you.” Agatha tsks, her unoccupied hand snaking its way behind your back in order to unclasp your bra.

“Atha.” You whine.

You realize your mistake as soon as Agatha's face darkens.

“What did you just call me?” Her voice is dangerously low and it sends a throb of arousal straight through you.

She clearly wants an answer as she steps back, allowing you to breathe properly.

“I’m sorry.” You whimper. “I'm sorry mommy. I didn't mean to.”

It's not the answer she's looking for.

“I think you did.” She says, tight anger lacing her voice. “And here I thought you wanted to be my good girl.”

“I do! I promise! I'm your good girl, mommy!” You cry out, desperate to avoid whatever punishment she has decided is fitting.

Agatha slowly shakes her head, her eyes focused on you.

“No, no! Please, mommy! I just want to make you feel good, I just want to be your good girl! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I swear!”

“That's all you want? To make your mommy feel good?” She inquires softly, her face unreadable.

You nod eagerly.

“Very well. But not in here.” Agatha decides, and you can't help the sense of relief that floods through you. “We'll do this on the couch.”

You move to follow her when she turns around and raises an eyebrow.

“Is that how good pets are supposed to walk?”

Realizing you've made yet another mistake in your eagerness to please, you violently shake your head and drop to your knees.

There's a moment of stillness before Agatha snaps.

“Well? You don't seem so desperate to apologize as you were just a few seconds ago.”

Your eyes are cast downwards, and you swallow hard.

“I forgot.”

“You forgot to say you're sorry?” Agatha asks, eyebrow raised.

“No. I forgot that good pets crawl.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and you can feel yourself on the verge of tears. “Sorry isn't enough.”

There's a pause, and then you let out a yell when Agatha's fingers harshly twist into your hair, yanking your head viciously upwards.

“You're right.” She hisses. “Sorry isn't enough.”

Her other hand comes up to your face, the palm of it coming to rest right below your chin as her fingers squeeze your cheeks in a painful manner.

“Stick out your tongue.”

You comply, and you watch with wide eyes and growing arousal as Agatha spits onto it.

You can feel it, an almost burning sensation where it rests on your tongue.

“Keep it there.” Agatha orders as she detangles her fingers from your hair and drops her hold of your face.

She flicks a hand and you shiver at how you're suddenly fully exposed to the cool house air.

You watch as she walks around you, and you can't help the whimper that finds its way out from you as you hear ceramic and granite clink against each other.

Agatha's drinking the tea you've made, and knowing her, she'll purposely take a good long while.

Which means you'll have to stay here, kneeling on the hard kitchen tiles, entirely naked with your tongue sticking out for who knows how long.

You feel a shot of fear go through you when you realize it's a distinct possibility that by the time Agatha decides she's finished, the spit that's soaking your tongue will have dried out.

You must've let out another whimper, because the next thing you know, Agatha's boots are filling the space of floor you had been staring at.

“Is something wrong?”

Her tone is cold, and you feel a shiver go down your spine as you realize she's setting you up to fail. She wants to punish you.

She doesn't care if you're trying to be her good girl, because it simply won't be enough. Not at this moment. Not when she's looking to take her frustrations out on you in a way you hadn't anticipated when you offered to help her relieve some steam.

You look up to meet her eyes, noting how wide her pupils are blown.

You make a decision.

You swallow her spit.

You can see the way Agatha stills, can sense that you've surprised her with your sudden bratty behavior.

It's very rare that you act up like this.

“I want you to think very carefully.” Though Agatha's tone hasn't shifted, her voice sounds rougher. “You have one chance, one opportunity to apologize, to make this up to me.”

“And if I don't?” You defiantly ask.

“Stand up.” Agatha softly commands, a dangerous edge to her words.

You stand.

“Turn around and bend over the counter.”

You open your mouth to ask if perhaps she'd like to do that for you instead, when you’re suddenly reeling backward, your head ringing from the force of her slap.

“Counter. Bend over. Now.” Agatha bites out.

You comply, shivering as your nipples and chest is pressed against the cool surface of the counter.

“I come home from an awful day.” Her voice fills up the kitchen, anger dripping from every word. “And you offer to make it better.”

You let out a gasp when her hand smacks your ass hard.

“But instead, what do you choose to do?”

Another angry smack.

“You choose to be a fucking brat.”

You let out a cry when she directly slaps your throbbing cunt, your knees buckling slightly from the force of it, pain mixing with pleasure.

“Spread your legs.”

When it takes a second too long for you to understand what Agatha is saying through the fog that is steadily seeping into your mind, she roughly does it for you, harshly digging her nails into the soft skin of your thighs in order to do so.

“Look at how wet you are, getting off on being such a bad girl, being disrespectful, and disobeying mommy.”

A moan catches itself halfway out your mouth as Agatha brutally shoves two fingers into you, pumping them in and out harshly once, twice, three, four times before stilling them while they're buried deep into your dripping hole.

“Squeeze.”

You don't even realize you're obeying her instruction as you do so, your mind growing fuzzier and fuzzier.

You let out a pained gasp when Agatha pulls her fingers out, your pussy still clenched hard around them.

You hear Agatha hum, causing you to whimper, knowing she must be sucking your essence off of her fingers.

“You taste so fucking good. It's a pity you chose to misbehave, I would have loved to bury my tongue in that tight little cunt of yours.” Agatha comments.

You inhale sharply at the thought, starting to regret your bratty antics.

“Yes, you should have thought twice before acting up, but evidently it was too much to expect such a dumb little thing like yourself to know better.” Agatha says, having heard you take in a breath. “Clearly, you can't be trusted to even think for yourself, you're obviously too much of a stupid slut to be.”

A soft whine leaves you as you can feel Agatha's presence invade your headspace, furthering the fuzziness that had started to cloud your thoughts.

“There, isn't that better?” Agatha asks. “Letting mommy do all the thinking for you?”

You nod as you feel your eyes glazing over, struggling to grasp at words that now float on the edge of your consciousness.

“I need to hear you say it, bunny.” Agatha chides, her tone dangerously soft.

Arousal at the sound of her voice throbs through you.

“Y-yes.” Your voice hitches, it's a struggle to get out the single word and you shiver as you feel Agatha's fingers dance across your backside.

“Yes, what slut?”

You whine. Words are far too difficult to wrangle even within your own head right now, and Agatha knows that, she's the reason for it.

“Yes, what slut?”

She sharply smacks you again, and it leaves you feeling even more lightheaded and dizzy.

“Yes mommy, it's much better when you do the thinking for me.” You somehow manage to gasp out.

“That's what I thought. Dumb whore.”

Agatha's hand returns to your backside, this time to gently rub at the irritated skin.

You press your head further into your arms that are still folded against the countertop.

“Please punish me.” You beg, unable to take the way Agatha is causing your guilt for disobeying to skyrocket. “I just want to be your good girl again.”

Agatha stills her hand against you.

“Say that again.” She orders.

“Please, please mommy.” You feel something wet against your arms and realize you've started crying. “Please punish me. I want to be punished, I need to be punished so I can be your good girl again. I wanna be your good girl, wanna make mommy proud and feel good.” You babble, words that had just been so hard moments ago now freely flowing as you admit to needing correcting, longing for it even. You hate it when your mommy is upset at you. “Just wanna be good.” You sob.

“Oh, bunny.” Agatha sighs. “You are good, but sometimes you do bad things, and then mommy has to punish you so you know better. You have to make things up to me, otherwise, how will I know if you're sorry? That you'll stay good? Mommy doesn't like making her little bunny cry, but sometimes you don't leave her a choice.” Gentle arms tug at you, bringing you up from where you're bent over the counter and turning you around.

You stumble into Agatha's front, hands covering your face as you quietly cry into her.

“I'm sorry, I don't mean to.”

“Usually I'd be inclined to believe that.” Agatha says as she soothes a hand over your back. “But that wasn't the case just now, was it now, little one?”

You shake your head against her.

Agatha sighs as her hand moves up to gently card at your hair.

“I suppose you can't be fully to blame. It was unfair of me to come in and take my anger and frustration out on you, when it's not you who I'm displeased with.”

“Just wanted to make you feel better.” You agree, your tears slowly drying up as Agatha presses a soft kiss against the top of your head.

“How about I make it up to you? Hm? A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for mommy to make you feel good after acting up, what do you say my love?”

Agatha's offer draws your attention back to just how turned on you are, how wetness practically drips from your aching, empty cunt, and a sudden longing to be filled by your mommy floods you.

“Please make me feel good. I'm sorry for disobeying mommy.” You plead, pulling back just enough to be able to meet her eyes.

Agatha's hand is gentle as it comes up to cradle your cheek, her thumb swiping at a stray tear. “I know you are, bunny.”

You turn your head in order to nuzzle Agatha's palm and press a soft kiss into it.

“I'm sorry I couldn't help make you feel better the way you wanted.” You whisper.

Out of the corner of your eye you see the way Agatha's face suddenly turns guilty. “That’s not something to be sorry for little love.” She says. “I never want to feel better about something as a result of treating you poorly.”

You look at her, blinking. “I would have safe worded if I really thought I couldn't take it.”

Agatha stares at you.

“I would've.” You mumble.

“Would you?” Her voice is small, and it's such a drastic change to how she sounded mere moments ago.

You nod. “I… Probably enjoyed the way you were treating me a little too much.” You can feel your cheeks flush. “I guess it's just… Overwhelming. You haven't- I haven't-” You take a deep breath, steadying yourself. Your mind still feels fuzzy around the edges, the lure of subspace strong. “We haven't exactly done something like this before.”

“Oh.” Agatha's eyes are slightly rounded, shocked. “What about it did you like?”

If your cheeks weren't red before, they definitely were now.

“It was the… It's the disregard.” You bury your face back into Agatha's front, this time from embarrassment.

“Disregard?”

“I like being used.” You clarify. “Wanna just be your fuck toy.”

Agatha sucks in a breath, causing her chest to heave against you as she releases it.

“Mommy likes that?” You ask as the sensations of subspace come flooding back, giving in to the desire to be in that floaty headspace, pulling back once more so you can look at your partner.

“Mommy likes that very much.” Agatha rasps, a dark gleam in her eye.

You shiver.

“Please use me mommy.” You beg. “Just wanna be a good fuck toy for you. Just another plaything to use.”

“That's a big word for my little bunny.” Agatha notes.

You blink at her. “Mommy uses that word all the time.”

And Agatha throws back her head and laughs at that, the last of the tension between the two of you draining away.

“So I do, little one. Come, let's get you all comfortable so mommy can use you.” She gestures for you to move back, but you remember earlier and give her a big smile as you drop to your knees in order to get on all fours, wiggling your ass a little, proud of yourself for remembering how to be a good pet.

“Someone's missing her cute little tail in her cute little hole.” Agatha says with a soft smile.

You can feel yourself clench around air at the statement, can practically feel the exact plug your mommy is describing, how it fills you up so well, how good it feels when she also fills up your other hole with one of her strap-ons.

You gently bump your nose against her leg. “Can I please wear it?”

Agatha looks down at you for a few long moments before nodding. “Yes, I think you can. You also may wear it.”

You're too happy at the prospect of your request being granted to be annoyed about Agatha correcting your grammar.

“Thank you, mommy! You're the best.” You declare.

Something flickers in her eyes, her soft smile briefly disappearing before returning to her face. “Only the best for mommy's good little bunny.”

You beam up at her, and she melts, just a little bit.

“Let's get to our bed, hm? I bet you're just dripping at the thought of mommy using you little one.”

You whine in agreement, following Agatha like the good pet she's come to expect.

“First,” she says once you're sitting on your knees on the bed. “I think you're missing something around that pretty neck of yours.”

You're overcome by a wave of lightheadedness as Agatha dangles your collar from her fingertips.

It's a pretty purple and black thing, a gold front piece that hangs the tag that reads Property of Agatha Harkness on it, where your mommy will sometimes clip a leash to.

You hold still as Agatha puts it on you, tapping at her arm when she attempts to close it one hole too tight.

“Is this better?” Her breath ghosts the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver.

“Yes mommy, much.”

Agatha hooks two fingers under it and tugs experimentally, jerking your head back slightly in the process.

“Alright bunny, be a good little pet for mommy and lay on your tummy so we can get that tail of yours into you.”

You eagerly comply, slightly pushing your ass into the air, as if to tempt Agatha to do more than insert a plug into you.

“Greedy little thing, aren't you.” Agatha comments as you hear the snap of a bottle cap being opened.

“Only for you, mommy.” You reply seriously.

Agatha laughs softly. “Only for me? Are you all mine then?”

Her fingers suddenly are on you, teasing your hole, the liquid on her fingers causing you to flinch a little from how cold it is.

“Mhm.” You hum, struggling once more to find your words. “All mommy's.”

You bite your lip as you feel her fingers retract, holding back the whine that threatened to come out at the loss.

Agatha pushes the plug into you.

Your mouth falls open as you moan loudly while she holds it at the biggest part, stretching you out, a pleasurable burn sweeping through you.

“You look so cute like this bunny, your littlest hole being all stretched out for mommy's amusement. Maybe instead of plugging your greedy hole up, I should fuck it instead, hm?”

You aren't certain what noise you make, just aware that you're suddenly being flipped over with Agatha's blazing eyes meeting yours as you feel the plug sink all the way into you.

You don't think when she presses three of her fingers against your mouth, gladly taking them in, licking and sucking at the blackened digits.

And then she thrusts them, hitting the back of your throat, and it causes you to convulse around them, making you gag hard.

Your hands come up, attempting to wrap around Agatha's wrist and force it back, but she only laughs, a dark sound, as she flicks her unoccupied hand, forcing your own to jump at her accord above your head, bound in purple light.

“Awww… Pretty baby only wants to be used when it's her pretty pussy getting stuffed?” Agatha mocks you patronizingly, fake pouting as you struggle to take in oxygen.

You can feel your eyes tearing as she continues to pull back just enough to give you slight relief before thrusting them in deeper again.

“Too bad little one, you're going to take whatever I give you. Stupid slut didn't think that this would be about her pleasure, did she? When she offered to help her mommy out? Silly bunny. I thought you wanted to be my plaything.”

You somehow manage to whine around the digits that are still gagging you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head and it's like flicking a switch inside of Agatha, she immediately starts thrusting more viciously into your mouth.

You're dizzy from lack of oxygen, and your thoughts have long turned into the same incoherent sounds your mouth is making.

You lose track of the time you lay there on the bed, mouth stretched wide around Agatha's fingers, lost in a haze as degrading praise falls from her lips, utterly focused on the way her digits feel, thrusting in and out, in and out. You begin to get lost in its steady, if fast pace rhythm, head entirely empty as your thoughts are swallowed into the fog of sensations before you could even be aware of trying to think them.

You don't even notice at first when she finally pulls her fingers all the way out of your mouth, aren't even conscious about how loudly you're whining, begging for her to shove them back into you.

“You're so pretty like this.” Agatha says, slipping off the bed. You lazily track her across the room as you pant, only just now realizing that this entire time Agatha was still fully dressed as she unlaces her boots and pulls her shirt off. “So fucked out from mommy only using your mouth, so desperate for anything I'll give you. I'll bet you’re so focused on mommy's fingers you've completely forgotten about that little tail of yours, haven't you?”

Agatha flicks a hand.

The plug buried deep in your ass suddenly starts vibrating, causing your eyes to screw shut as you let out a series of loud moans. You start bucking your hips upwards, attempting to hump the air, chasing friction that you know won't be granted to you.

“Keep that slutty mouth open for me.” Agatha's voice cuts through the intense fog of nothingness that clouds your mind. Not even thinking, you obey, and moan when wet fabric meets your tongue.

“You like tasting how wet you make mommy, I know. You're going to be a good little pet and keep that there until your mistress says otherwise.”

The word mistress echoes around your head. Agatha rarely uses the term, vastly preferring her usual title of mommy, unless making a point, normally one of ownership.

She owns you entirely, a fact you sometimes forget and you feel lucky she takes the effort to remind you.

You force your eyes open, wanting to convey you understood what Agatha was telling you, and are met by the mouthwatering temptation her body is.

“Does my slutty little bunny want to touch her mommy?” Agatha coos, condescending as she sees the way your eyes roam over her.

You whimper, knowing that you won't be allowed, no matter how badly you wish to make your mommy scream your name as she allows you to bring her to ecstasy.

“You know, mommy isn't always mean.” Agatha fake pouts, mocking. “I'll let you touch.”

A thrill of excitement goes through you before it's immediately overtaken by desperation as purple magic glows around your lower body, fading away to reveal a strap-on, thick and dark blue.

“What's the matter, I thought you were my cockwhore?” Agatha teases, purposely misusing the term. “Don't you want to feel it as mommy stretches herself around you, bouncing on your pretty dick?”

You moan around the wet panties that are in your mouth, your hips bucking.

“I'll take that as a yes.” Agatha grins wickedly as she forces your body to stay still, strong hands gripping your thighs as she moves to straddle you. “Maybe if you make me cum, I'll consider taking that gag out of your mouth and riding your face.”

There's a brief moment of silence before you groan in unison with Agatha as she slowly sinks down onto your length, her magic enabling you to feel how warm and tight she is around you.

It isn't very difficult to admit how beautiful your mommy looks with her pussy stretched around you, head thrown back as she attempts to breathe through the initial sensation of being so full, the exposed column of her throat so cruelly tempting.

You feel your eyes roll around in your head, and your hips, having been freed of Agatha's grip, buck upwards into her, causing her to moan loudly as the rest of the synthetic cock is forced into her.

“Be a good girl and stay still, you fucking slut.” Agatha breathlessly orders, a hand coming to wrap its way around your throat, pressing your collar forcefully against your neck in the process.

And you do try so very hard to listen, but the utterly overwhelming pleasure that shoots through you as Agatha steadily starts bouncing up and down on you makes it impossible to not squirm or move in some capacity. You're not thinking, not anymore, not with this entirely pleasurable fog filling your head. You move on instinct, carnal desire and pleasure overtaking everything else, so much so that you don't even think twice about how vigorously Agatha starts to match your rhythm as you thrust upwards into her, lost to the sensations flooding your body. It feels beyond good the way utter pleasure pulses through you, how warm and tight and stimulating Agatha's dripping cunt feels wrapped around you, how it starts to clench as she nears orgasm, and your entire body tries to leave the ground, your back arching almost painfully upwards, thrusting your hips harshly and suddenly as your head remains thrown back in ecstasy, eyes screwed shut. You're right there, right on the verge, can feel how release is just another second away and Agatha moves back up in order to slam back down onto you when–

Your eyes fly open, a loud noise of protest leaving you as you watch Agatha purposefully stills, slowly sinking back down in order to deny you orgasm, her eyes slightly glazed over as her chest heaves so temptingly as she catches her breath.

What takes away yours is the smirk that stretches across her face, somehow managing to look condescending even when Agatha looks entirely blissed out.

“Awww…” She coos a bit breathlessly as she reaches a hand out to remove her panties that she had stuffed into your mouth. “Is my little bunny upset that mommy helped her not to cum without permission? Silly girl, if you had only controlled yourself mommy would have came herself and rewarded you for helping her. Instead she now has to punish you.”

You whine, but it's not out of fear, not when Agatha is looking at you with that fond look in her eyes.

“Thank you, mommy.” Your voice is hoarse, and you swear you can see how Agatha's blue, blue eyes darken as her pupils dilate significantly.

“You're not really a bad girl, are you? Just a sweet thing that's sometimes too dumb not to break a few rules.” Agatha says.

“I'm a good girl.” You agree.

“Well, since you're my good girl, I suppose I can give you a choice of punishment.” Agatha smiles, a sharp thing that tells you there's little choice in the decision she's going to allow you to make, how she's thinking of the pleasure she'll receive from punishing you. “I can edge you until you pass out.” She leans down, so her lips gently brush against your ear. “Or I can turn you over my lap and spank you until you've dripped a puddle onto the floor.”

You shiver at how soft and low her voice is, gently closing your eyes as you try to think, a task more difficult than it should be.

A few brief moments of silence pass before you give up and impulsively blurt out, “spanking. I want to be spanked please, mommy.”

“That wasn't so hard to pick, now was it, my cute little slut?” Agatha purrs, making your head swirl with how lightheaded her tone makes you feel.

She moves, shifting herself off of you and sitting at the edge of the bed, flicking her hand to release you of the magical bonds that kept your hands above your head.

“Come here and lay across mommy's lap.” She orders.

You carefully shuffle yourself to her, doing as instructed so that your bottom half is draped across her.

Agatha gently tugs on the plug still buried deep in your ass, and in doing so causes you to realize that at some point she had turned it off.

“What do you think, bunny? Should I keep this cute tail of yours in you, or would you rather it come out for your punishment?” Agatha teases, tugging at it with more strength before letting it sink back in.

You whimper. “Keep it in, mommy. Please. Feels good.”

She hums in response. “Ready for mommy to start?”

You nod your head, heart starting to race in anticipation of the first blow.

“Count for me.” Is all the warning you get before Agatha smacks your ass, hard.

“One.” You gasp out, the stinging pain flowing through you. “Thank you, mommy.”

Agatha doesn't bother to soothe over the afflicted area, barely waiting a few seconds between your words and the next blow.

“Two.” Your voice catches. “T-thank you, mommy.” You wonder how long it'll take before you're a moaning, squirming mess, given how hard Agatha is hitting you.

“I wish I didn't have to punish you so often, slut.” Agatha comments between the sounds of your counting and thanking her as she rains the blows down. “As much as mommy likes seeing you a crying, begging mess, she'd much rather have you on your knees serving her like a good little pet.”

You whimper at her words, and she continues to spank you roughly.

It goes on like that for a bit, her smacking you and you thanking her as you count when you suddenly let out a small scream when she spanks you particularly hard unexpectedly.

“Aren't you going to thank me?” Her voice is hard, angry at your silence as you brace yourself for the next hit.

“T-twen-twenty.” You force yourself to say. “Than-thank you.”

“Thank you, who, brat?” Agatha hisses.

“Tha-thank you, mom-mommy.” You start crying, a release of emotion that you hadn't been aware of welling up and overflowing. “Thank-thank you for correcting your st-stupid sl-slutty bunny.”

“I'd call you a good girl if you weren't currently being punished for being so bad.” Agatha says, and you cry some more at that.

“I'm sorry mommy for being bad, I'm sorry for being a bad bratty bunny trying to cum without permission, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”

You let out a little louder scream than the last when Agatha's hand sharply meets the sensitive flesh of your backside.

“Twe-twenty-one.” You're sobbing now, tears streaming down your cheeks earnestly. “Thank yo-you, mommy.”

Agatha doesn't acknowledge your words this time, simply opting to continue in your punishment.

You lose track of what you're saying at some point around the thirty-fourth spank, pleasure starting to outweigh the pain, causing you to feel utterly alight.

Moans mix with your sobs, and eventually Agatha must have decided she's abused your ass enough because she then smacks your aching cunt directly.

You scream.

It's the exact friction your body has been craving and you cum all over your mommy's lap, can hear how your essence drips down and splashes against the hardwood flooring.

And yet still, you count, uttering thanks to Agatha for taking the time to make sure you know how to be nothing but a good pet for her, and she groans, loudly and full of lust.

“Oh little one, you have no idea how beautiful you are like this.” She says as you rut against thin air, squirming in her lap as the last of the aftershocks pass through you. “Such a good girl for remembering to count like that, to tell mommy how thankful you are.”

You're still seeing stars in your vision, your head entirely floating on cloud nine, full of fluff and air as you ask, “mommy won't punish her toy for cumming without permission?”

You can feel how Agatha shifts a little beneath you at the question, can feel the way the muscles flex as she arches her head back and then forward again.

“No, little one, not right now. Mommy just wants her pretty toy to eat her out like the good pet she knows you are.” Her voice is slightly strained, and you realize that Agatha is more affected from watching you cum from being spanked than you thought.

You can hear how heavily she's breathing as she waits, giving you a little time to regain control of your limbs as a wave of tired content crashes over you.

“‘M ready now.” You mumble, forcing your eyes open as you slip off of Agatha's lap, wincing as you kneel, your heels digging into your sore backside. The wetness against your knees from the puddle of cum you ignore, looking up at Agatha pleadingly. “Wanna make mistress feel good.” You let slip Agatha's rarely used title, longing to feel owned entirely as you gaze up at her prettily flushed face, her eyes nearly all black from how aroused she is, lips parted slightly as she gazes down at you.

“Mommy owns you, doesn't she? You're just a plaything all for my use.” Her voice is low, and it causes your pussy to throb. “Mistress loves using her cute little toy however she wishes, how lucky I am that I have such a willing one, so easy to break in.”

“Please mistress, let me be a good girl for you.” You beg, gently laying a hand on each thigh. “I want to make you feel good.”

Agatha's lips turn upwards in an indulging smile as she slowly spreads her legs, exposing her soaked center.

“That shouldn't be too hard, little one. Look at how wet you've made your mommy already.”

Your mouth waters at the sight, a breathless moan leaving you as you fixate on Agatha's dripping cunt.

“Go on, bunny. I can see how much you want to.” Agatha encourages, a hand tangling in your hair, guiding you forward.

You don't need further invitation than that, eagerly diving in, pressing your nose flush against her clit as you delve your tongue deep into her, not bothering to be gentle about it.

Agatha jerks forward when you do, a loud whimper leaving her as you eat her out.

“Fuck- right there, right ther- don't stop.”

Your hands prevent her thighs from closing in, you can feel the way they strain against your hold, which only encourages you more, determined to hear Agatha make all of the prettiest sounds you've ever heard.

If you could live the rest of your life like this, situated between Agatha's thighs and drinking in the very taste of her, you would. It's an enticing thought, to imagine bringing her constant pleasure, to make her pull at your hair and buck her hips further into your mouth while breathless noises spill out from within her.

It doesn't take long for Agatha to cum, her legs closing around you, and you happily suffocate as you continue to lick and suck at her now sopping wet pussy, easily pushing her over the edge a second time, not giving her a moment to recover from the first. Her hand remains tangled in your hair, keeping you in place as she uses your face to ride out the aftershocks, moaning as she does so.

“Mommy.” You whisper against her. “I want to make you cum again.”

She doesn't hear it, not with how quietly you expressed your desire, not with how your words are muffled against her, but you can hear the whimper she lets out as the vibration of your voice makes her clit throb.

You take it as permission, gently taking the little bud between your lips and sucking, flicking your tongue every so often against it.

Agatha nearly screams as a third wave crashes over her, you can hear it in her loud inhale, how there's a moment of loud sound before her body shakes and goes rigid, and you can't help but feel pleased with yourself that you've managed to make her cum so hard, even as she violently jerks your head away from her, her grip on your hair becoming painful enough your eyes can't help but water.

“Did I do good?” You ask once you see Agatha's somewhat caught her breath, though her chest still heaves so invitingly.

“You did very good, bunny.” Her voice is rough and slightly breathless, her eyes still closed as she wills for her limbs to stop shaking. “Such a good girl.”

Her hand loosens from its place tangled in your hair which allows you to rest your head on her thigh, getting the wetness that coats the bottom half of your face onto her skin.

“You're making a mess.” Humor colors Agatha's tone, and you smile up at her.

“I can always clean it.”

A hand comes down to tenderly play with your hair, and you sigh contently, closing your eyes and focusing on the sensation.

You stay like that for a while, gently breathing as you focus on matching your breaths with Agatha's, who starts softly humming.

“Mommy?” You ask after some time. “Can you make me cum again?”

The humming stops, and her hand stills against your head. “I really should punish you for earlier…”

You stay quiet, hoping Agatha will decide to be nice.

“How about this, little one. Mommy will start on a bath for us, and you'll have the time while it's filling up to get off on her fingers.”

Your head shoots up at the offer. “Yes, please!”

Agatha smiles indulging at you. “Alright then bunny. Get onto the bed and wait, I'll be right back.”

You go to do as she instructs, when she stops you by putting a hand on your arm, giving you a quick kiss against your forehead before standing up herself.

“One minute.” She promises.

You settle comfortably against the pillows as you hear the thundering sound of the tub being turned on.

You close your eyes and allow your hands to wander while you wait, cupping your tits before teasing your nipples, light whimpers falling from your mouth as you make yourself all sensitive, your pussy starting to throb with an aching need as you rekindle the burning arousal that had cooled to embers.

“Fuck, mommy. I need you.” You pant, spreading your legs wide open as you imagine her filling you up. “Need you inside me so bad.”

“Oh, you need me, huh?”

At the sound of Agatha's voice, you smile and open your eyes.

“I'd hate to not meet your needs, bunny.” She hovers over you, a hand coming up to caress your cheek.

“Please.” You whine. “I'm so empty and wet.”

Her lips find yours, and for a moment you lose yourself in the kiss, slow and sensual, before Agatha pulls back.

“Spread your legs back open. Be a good little whore for me.”

You obey, arousal continuing to leak from your dripping hole as you watch her trail her fingers down toward your soaking cunt.

“Oh fuck.” You breathlessly gasp when your mommy stuffs three fingers into you without warning, the slick feeling accompanying it telling you that she had covered them in lube.

“Look at this greedy pussy.” Agatha mocks. “So desperate for me it'll take whatever I'll give it.”

You moan in agreement. “Feel so good. So, so good mommy. Wanna feel like this all the time, wanna be a messy slut for you.”

“You want to be a messy slut for me? I think we can arrange for that.” Agatha's voice is pitched low with her own arousal, and her eyes have a dark gleam in them you miss entirely as you lose yourself to the pleasure overtaking you.

“Mommy!” You cry out when she suddenly adds a fourth finger. “Too much!”

“Aw, I'm sure my precious whore can take another finger. Don't you just love the idea of mommy's entire hand being inside of you? So full of her that you can't do anything but take it?”

You snap your legs open when she harshly smacks a thigh for them daring to try to close.

“Answer me, bunny.”

“Yes! Yes, I'm your whore mommy, just a slutty plaything to use. Want your hand, please, please. Gonna cum from it, gonna cum so good.” You babble as you buck your hips, hands reaching for something to grasp, finding the bed sheets as the closest option.

“Good girl.” Agatha purrs, and your brain stutters to a halt when she does just as promised, maneuvering her fingers so she can slip the final blackened digit inside of you.

“Oh bunny, you look so pretty.” Agatha breathes out.

A strangled sound leaves you as your eyes roll in the back of your head.

“I can feel how close you are. Mommy can tell you just need a little push.”

You don't have time to wonder what Agatha is planning as you convulse the moment the vibrator in your littlest hole turns on, a white-hot wave of ecstasy crashing down on you, causing a ringing in your ears and spots of black to dance in your vision.

Everything goes fuzzy, pure static filling your brain as you buck and writhe, riding out what is one of the most intense orgasms you have ever experienced.

“-UCK! AGATHA!”

It takes you a second to realize that it's your hoarse voice that fills the air, that it's you who's screaming her name.

“Fuck, love.” Agatha's own voice sounds hoarse and utterly awe-struck. “You’re so pretty like this, I was right. God, you look absolutely irresistible coming undone around my hand. Shit, baby.”

You're too out of it to really process what she's saying, but not too out of it to try to protest when she carefully, carefully removes her hand from in you, the tail plug still vibrating.

“I know, bunny. Give mommy three seconds.”

You whimper as you see through your blurry vision Agatha getting up, leaving you panting on the bed.

The sudden quiet causes you to remember the bath that Agatha had left running.

You can see the vague outline of her returning, and a soft kiss presses itself against your sweaty temple.

“I'm going to have to take out your tail now, love.” She softly says. “Can you be a good girl for me and turn onto your tummy?”

“Feel like jello.” You complain.

“Even jello can flop around.”

You groan, but summon up the last scraps of your willpower to listen, rolling over so that your face is now buried into the pillows.

There's a still silence that falls over the room when Agatha turns the vibrator off, and you moan, oversensitive, when she slowly and gently pulls it out of you.

“If I thought you could handle it, I'd be fucking your little greedy hole right now.” Agatha comments.

“Maybe tomorrow.” You mumble into the pillows. “Just wanna cuddle with you now.”

“I think that's a good idea, dear.” She agrees. “Flip over onto your back again.”

You huff, but the absence of the tail plug makes you feel a little less jello-y, and you find it easier to obey.

“There's my pretty girl.” Agatha's face lights up, and you offer a sleepy smile back.

“You gonna carry me now?”

“I am, angel. Just let me-” She slips off the bed, before using her magic to pull you into her arms. “There. Here we go.”

You wrap your arms around her neck and nuzzle the point where it meets her shoulder.

“Did I help with the long day?” You ask, recalling how you ended up here.

“More than. I'm so lucky to have such a wonderful bunny like you.” She answers.

“I'm lucky to have a mommy like you.” You reply. “The best mommy.”

“I suppose it's only right, because you're the best bunny.” Agatha says, the softest smile you have ever seen gracing her features.

“And I'm all yours.” You insist as Agatha lays the both of you down in the tub, eyes fluttering close at the warmth of the water and the heat of her skin.

“And you're all mine.” She softly agrees.

As you drift off to the soothing rhythm of her heartbeat, you hear her whisper against you, “I love you, my darling. I love you more than you could ever know.”

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #not mine

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nightmare-writes · 3 years ago

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This is a masterpiece and everyone needs to read it IMMEDIATELY Istg the things I would let this woman do to me 😫

teacher's pet

gif is not mine; credit to the creator.

wanda maximoff x fem!reader

tags: smut, d/s, cnc dirty talk, rough sex, strap-ons, masturbation, dumbification, possessive & jealous behaviour, fingering (r receiving), hair pulling, face slapping, degradation kink, praise kink, breeding kink, mommy kink, mommy!wanda maximoff, dom!wanda maximoff, sub!reader. MINORS DNI.

word count: 13 782

summary: You start a job as a teacher’s assistant under high school teacher Agatha Harkness. All your coworkers take an instant liking to you- everyone but Wanda Maximoff.

“And we come to the end of the tour,” Agatha told you and stopped walking.

You turned to face her and smiled. “Thank you, Agatha. I can’t even begin to express how much this means to me. I’m so excited to work here under you.”

Agatha stepped forward to wrap her arms around you. She was warm and welcoming like that. You liked that about her. You hugged her back and closed your eyes. “Oh, darling. I’m so lucky to have you assigned to assist me,” she admitted, and when she pulled back from the hug, there was a wide smile on her lips. Agatha was so pretty. “The kids are a handful, especially as we begin to near the end of the school year. You’re a godsend.”

Looking down at the ground with a blush and a shy smile, you answered, “Thank you.”

A hand is placed on your upper arm with a squeeze and the two of you continue to head down the hallway. It was early in the morning, a few minutes before school began for the day, and the hallways were nearly empty, so it didn’t take much movement for a woman slipping out of her classroom to catch your eyes. You looked up from your shoes to the woman.

Green eyes looked over the sheets of papers in her hands as she walked down the hallway, heels of her black stilettos clicking. Her eyebrows were furrowed slightly as she looked intensely focused on the content she was reading over. Long, soft-looking dark strawberry blonde hair slipped from behind her ear. Your eyes ran down her body, taking every curve in. She was wearing a sinfully tight black pencil skirt and a wine red blouse. It was a striking contrast against her creamy ivory skin.

You did not know why your heart skipped several beats when Agatha called the woman’s name. A desire to run and hide from the woman’s gaze tightened your chest. You stood by Agatha’s side, hands pressing against the sides of your legs to prevent yourself from fidgeting in front of her. Wanda. That’s what her name was.

“Agatha,” Wanda responded with a polite nod of her head. Her eyes found yours and she stared at you for a moment, her expression still. You could almost swear her gaze flickered down at your lips for a third of a second.

“This is my new assistant, Y/N Y/L/N. She’s going to be working here until the end of the school year,” Agatha introduced you, looking over at you with a proud smile. You wanted to do nothing more than run away at that very moment with the eyes of two women like Wanda and Agatha on no one else but you.

A hand reached out to you. Wanda’s. “It’s lovely to meet you,” she said with an passive smile. You took her hand and shook it, your fingers just barely having enough grip on her hand to ghost her skin.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Wanda,” you responded as simply and professionally as you could. Her grip on your hand was stern but her fingers were soft. You missed her hold when she retracted her hand from you.

“It’s Ms Maximoff,” Wanda corrected promptly. Your blood ran cold. Fuck. Bad first impression.

Agatha cleared her throat. “Ms Maximoff is our foreign language teacher here.” You detected some discomfort in her tone, but you couldn’t be bothered to determine its meaning. Your eyes stole glances of Wanda Maximoff whenever you could under the impression that she didn’t notice every time your eyes flickered over to her face or her hips or the unbuttoned collar of her blouse.

Wiping the palms of your hands against your sides awkwardly, you spoke again, “Sorry. Ms Maximoff,” you corrected yourself. Wanda seemed pleased with your compliance and she nodded. “Um… What languages do you teach?” Your attempt to continue a conversation with her was pathetic, but at least she looked like she was putting together a response. Agatha was barely in your eyeline, but you imagined she looked slightly out of place.

“Anything Slavic,” Wanda replied simply. Her eyes did not leave yours once as she answered you. The brief answers coming from her were directly opposing the undivided attention she gave you as green eyes focused exclusively on you, her body not turning away for a moment either.

It must’ve been a good sign though, wasn’t it? If your impression had been bad enough, you imagined Wanda wouldn’t pay as much attention to you as she was now.

“Oh, wow,” you mused. Wanda must’ve been quite smart, having spent that much time learning that many languages. Your mind wandered to a focused Wanda teaching a different language in her tight pencil skirt, the words rolling off her tongue with a certain rasp and smoothness that was signaturely hers. Her blouse unbuttoned just a tad bit more as she leaned over your desk-

“Do you come from a Slavic-langauge speaking country?” you asked, forcing yourself to be monetarily free from your fantasies in order to look like a functioning human being in front of the prettiest woman alive.

Despite the hesitation that occurred before your second sentence, Wanda looked unphased. Did she notice it at all? She noticed every single quirk of your eyebrows and the upward twitches of the corners of your mouth, every millisecond you took before answering her. “Indeed. I grew up in Moscow,” she responded, her clandestine attentiveness to your behaviour unexpressed.

You could only find yourself nodding in understanding of her response. Your brain was sorted through hastily for a satisfactory response to that, but you found you couldn’t do anything but nod silently.

Speaking up again, Agatha inserted herself into yours and Wanda’s conversation, “We don’t want to keep you, Ms Maximoff. We’ll be off.” She nodded in your direction and you turned to follow behind Agatha. Her sudden stern professionalism towards Wanda went unnoticed by you. You looked over your shoulder to smile at Wanda politely but she was already heading down the hallway.

Later, during lunch in the staff room, you were alone in the empty room after finishing your meal. The day had passed quite quickly, but then, it was only noon. Either way, you imagined it was also partially due to how nice everyone was to you and how much you were enjoying the job. Agatha was entirely too sweet to you, and her students were too.

While heading towards the staff room earlier, Pepper Potts, who taught business and management, spoke with you while she went to print out copies of her worksheet assignment. She was married to Tony Stark, the school’s mechanics teacher. She was wonderfully informative and supportive of your presence at the high school. After the conversation, you found you were eager to meet everyone else.

But Wanda was very different from them. She was withdrawn and elusive, but the depth in her stares while you spoke with her was evident of a rich inner world behind sharp eyes and controlled behaviour. Wanda seemed to like you the least of everyone you worked with, but she intrigued you the most.

The door of the staff room was pushed open and you raised your head from your phone.

Wanda stepped into the staff room, a stack of papers in hand and an empty coffee mug in the other. Her eyes were raking down the content of the papers she was holding. You wondered if she even noticed you were sitting at the table at the side of the room, and with no desire to surprise her, you sunk down in your seat and kept quiet.

Peeking from above the top of your phone, you watched as Wanda set up the Keurig to brew herself a cup of coffee. A desire to see the flavour she chose for her coffee grew within you as you continued to silently watch her.

She spoke suddenly and you jumped in your seat, “You’ve caused quite the stir amongst the staff here.” So, she had known that you were in the room, and she was entirely unconcerned with your presence. Her back was still facing you as she placed her mug under the Keurig’s spout.

You put the realisation behind you to answer her, picking the conversation up from where she had started it. “Really? Why?” you asked, feeling inexplicably proud.

“It’s beyond me.”

And just like that, all the pride deflated from you and you felt dejected.

Wanda stopped the smirk that tugged at the corners of her lips at the thrill that degrading you gave her. But you were a sweet girl, truly. You took her indolence well despite how purposely cold she was being. There was something so alluring about the falling of your shoulders and the responsibility you obviously immediately carried on your back to please her the moment she felt displeased.

“There is one thing you can do for me, Y/N,” she spoke, turning around to look at you. The sight she was greeted with was nothing short of captivating. You were sitting at the furthest seat from the entrance of the staff room, your body shrunken down in your chair, evidence of shy obedience.

“What is it?” you answered, immediately excited to make it up to her. Wanda absolutely adored it.

“The coffee brewer seems to be broken again.”

“I’ll fix it!” you offered quickly and stood up from your chair to walk over to her.

Wanda watched you intently as you headed over to the Keurig behind her. She turned to face you, not wanting to miss a moment. Your tongue peeked out at the corner of your mouth as you began fiddling with the coffee machine, trying to figure out how to fix it. You were so cute and innocent. So good to Wanda despite how indifferent she behaved around you. She watched you the entire time you were fixing the Keurig.

Panic was spread across every one of your nerves, desperate to quickly find an answer to Wanda's issue. If you backed away from the machine without having fixed at least a single part of it, you’d die of embarrassment once you had to sit back down without an answer. A wave of relief washed over you as your eyes trailed up the Keurig's wire. “Oh! It’s not plugged in,” you noted aloud and reached over the counter to plug it in. The wire was inches away from the tips of your fingers.

As if she hadn’t known that, as if she hadn’t been the very one to unplug it to be able to call you over to her, Wanda leaned over the counter instead and plugged the machine into the outlet for you, allowing you to see down her blouse and at her breasts. She was wearing a scarlet red lace bra. You imagined a matching pair of panties and your cheeks immediately turned as red as her lingerie.

“You’re a doll. Thank you,” Wanda said finally, straightening up to walk back around to your side of the counter. She started to brew her coffee again. As she did, you looked away from her, willing yourself to stop blushing and act normal. How long had you been staring? Unbeknownst to you, only Wanda knew. She knew down to the very second how long you had been looking down her blouse, eyes running over the swell of her breasts that were hugged snugly by her bra.

You backed away from Wanda and headed to your seat. You’d have to be back at Agatha’s classroom in a few minutes and needed to start heading there now. There was no further conversation with Wanda as you packed your things back up while she brewed her mug of coffee. What interaction you had with her, if one could even call it that, was when you exited the staff room together.

Yelena Belova and Kate Bishop were passing by the room when you left. They stopped in their tracks at the sight of you and backtracked their steps to face you together.

“What’s up, Y/N?” Kate greeted you with a grin.

“Kate and I are about to go for lunch at the pizza place down the road. Do you wanna join us?” Yelena offered.

You only noticed Wanda was behind you when she abruptly spoke. “Lunch ends in five minutes, girls. I do hope you’ll be back in time for class. Otherwise, I wouldn’t suggest leaving at all,” Wanda told them sternly. Her eyebrows were stitched together. She almost looked angry. You had no idea Wanda was such a strict teacher, but perhaps you shouldn’t have been surprised.

Yelena and Kate exchanged a look and you glanced over to Wanda. Her glare was unyielding as she stared the two students down as if she was silently challenging them to argue with her. Her head tipped to the side slightly, menacingly, even, and the two girls finally responded.

“Fine, Ms Maximoff,” Kate huffed out, irritation laced tightly around her response.

“Guess we’ll starve today,” Yelena retorted and the two girls continued heading down the hallway to their classes, but not without Kate flashing you a smile from over her shoulder.

Wanda said nothing more after that, and she passed you without a word after Kate and Yelena turned a corner.

You watched the swaying of Wanda’s hips as she walked ahead of you, then her red lips as they wrapped around the rim of her mug. Forcing yourself to look away, you closed the staff room door and headed down to Agatha’s classroom.

The rest of the day passed as quickly as you imagined it would. Natasha Romanoff, who you learned taught physical education, walked you to your car as the two of you conversed about miscellaneous topics. But mostly about each other.

Natasha was a witty and kindhearted woman. You quite enjoyed talking with her, and by the time you arrived at your car, you wished you had taken more time to walk with her. Against the driver's door of your car, she and you continued your conversation. She had progressively been stepping closer to you as you conversed, and you were glad for the closeness that you were forming between you and your coworkers.

There were only a few cars left around the two of you by the time you and Natasha exchanged numbers, including a red Buick that was parked a few metres behind yours. After giving her phone back from adding your number into her contact list, the Buick’s engine started. It drove past you and Natasha, picking up speed as it pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road as if the driver was in a rage.

“Was that a student here?” you asked Natasha, taking your focus away from the car and back to the redhead in front of you.

Natasha pushed herself from the door of your car, tucking her phone back into her pocket. “I think that was Wanda’s car,” she answered nonchalantly.

The very mention of her name sent chills down your spine. You shifted in your spot and spoke up, “I think it’s time I head home, but I’ve really enjoyed meeting you.” It was true, you did thoroughly love meeting Agatha, Natasha, Pepper, the students, and even Wanda, although you were entirely sure she did not share the same sentiments.

“Of course. So have I. See you tomorrow,” Natasha responded understandingly with a warm smile.

You fell asleep that night thinking about Wanda Maximoff. Her ringless ring finger. The long locks of her dark orange hair. The inviting colour of her green eyes, almost daring you to delve deeper into them every time you caught them with yours. The swell of her breasts as her blouse exposed the entirety of her red lace bra. Her curved hips hugged tightly by her skirt as she walked ahead of you in the hallway at lunch.

Second to wanting to sleep in for another ten minutes, Wanda invaded your thoughts at the moment of your awakening as well.

As you ate your cereal and read a novel absentmindedly, you noticed the notification from an unknown number.

‘Hiya, Y/N. Good morning :)’ it read.

You knew instantly that it was Natasha. After adding her to your contacts, you responded with, ‘Hi, Natasha! Good morning to you too xx’

When you arrived at work an hour later, you were quick to notice the absence of Agatha’s things in the locked classroom. Had she not yet arrived? You hoped she was pulling into the parking lot now, because any other distance would render her late. How would her students get in?

“Y/N. Good morning,” a voice greeted from behind you and you felt yourself tense. One does not spend every hour of their night and morning daydreaming about a woman only to not recognise her voice the next time you saw her.

Turning around to face Wanda with a meek smile, you replied to her, “Good morning, Ms Maximoff.” You did not notice the way Wanda inhaled sharply at the sight of you, her back straightening slightly. You were wearing skinny jeans that hugged your legs a tad too tight for a professional setting, a black lacy tank and a dark brown loose sweater atop of it. Green eyes wandered up your figure for several milliseconds before meeting yours. The action was not lost on you, but the meaning of it was disregarded as chaste.

After clearing her throat, Wanda spoke again, “Unfortunately, Agatha is out sick today. There is a substitute coming in to supply for her absence, but Steve decided you wouldn't be learning all that you could here if you were working under a substitute teacher, even if for a day.”

Steve Rogers was the high school’s principal. From the brief time you spent with him during your interview and several times as you passed him in the hallway, you saw him as a cordial and confident man.

Wanda listed a few teachers, “Pepper is on a field trip today and her husband’s class went with her. Bruce is otherwise preoccupied, as what is typical. And Natasha…”

There was a pause in her sentence as if she was waiting for some type of reaction on your end. When one did not come, Wanda finished her sentence, “She is available today, but Steve approached me first. So, you will be working under me for the day.”

Working under… Wanda? All day? You swallowed and looked away from her, scratching at your cheek lightly in an attempt to hide your flushed face. Nails then dug into your palms as you tried to take hold of the wildly blooming nerves in your stomach. How were you going to spend the entire day within close proximity to Wanda and behave like a normal human being?

“Okay,” you replied.

Wanda was amused by your simplicity, your willingness to follow along with anything she demanded of you. Her lips twitched upwards as she repressed a smirk. She turned to head across the hallway to her classroom, not uttering a single word to you as she imagined you were following behind her. You were.

You were a bit shorter than Wanda, so you spent the time running your eyes up the expanse of her hair, wondering how it would feel if your fingers brushed through it. Would she like the feeling of it? How did she like her lovers to touch her? How did she touch them?

The door to her classroom was unlocked and she stepped through, flicking on the light as you followed behind her. She was wearing a striped dress consisting of reds, yellows, oranges, and blues. It was similar to the style of the seventies, but Wanda pulled it off perfectly. The ivory tone of her skin balanced out the vibrance of her dress. Her long straight hair framed her high cheekbones. Wanda was beautiful.

You wanted to feel her skin against yours, her warm breath blowing down the side of your neck. You wanted to be enveloped in her scent- sweet fig and woodsy earth. Her rough hands roaming your body without a sliver of hesitation, without restraint.

A sigh escaped Wanda as her bag slipped from her shoulder, laying it down on her desk chair. She turned to you. “You can sit wherever you’d like,” she told you, her hand gesturing to the U-shaped table by her desk. You set your bag down at the table closest to the door and furthest from Wanda’s desk.

“Please, darling, closer. No need to be so far away.” Wanda beckoned you over with her hand and, with a blush, you picked your bag up and sat in the middle of the table. “I don’t bite,” she purred out, and your legs turned to jelly. Fortunately, you plopped yourself down in your seat on time.

“That’s better,” she said with a pleased smile and lifted her bag onto her desk to take a seat at her chair. Wanda began unpacking her things and you watched her as you unpacked yours too. It was slightly unsettling how sweet she was being to you so suddenly. She had always been a bit aloof and, frankly, repelled by you. What had changed? The answer was far from realisation and that settled in you uncomfortably.

“I teach four classes a day,” Wanda spoke as she flipped through a large binder she had in her desk drawer that was now sitting on her desk in front of her. You settled your movements and you stayed quiet to listen to her words. “I know you’re used to a maximum of two with Agatha, but I am the only foreign language teacher here, and Agatha is one of the several history teachers. Hence, I teach more in a school day than her.” She had her binder open to today’s date. There was a list of detailed events and scheduled lessons outlined on the page. “I hope this isn’t too much for you. If you can’t keep up, I’d recommend you relegate to Ms Romanoff’s classes for the day instead.”

The last bit sounded demeaning of Natasha, but you tried not to read into it much; you had no clue how your coworkers interacted with each other, and for all you knew, Wanda’s wording meant nothing. “No, it’s not too much for me, Ms Maximoff. I can keep up,” you promised her with a nod.

Wanda’s chin rested in her hand as she looked at you, an impressed hum sounding from her. “That’s good. I knew you were a bright girl, Y/N,” she praised with a smile. The upwards curve of her soft lips was unrestrained and genuine. Wanda looked so natural like this. You didn’t know her much, but even you could figure that the overly-strict and stern high school teacher was not everything she was. She was more. Much more. You hoped this was only the beginning of figuring out just what that ‘more’ involved.

“Thank you, Ms Maximoff,” you responded, proud of having been praised by her.

“You can call me Wanda.” She’d been strict with you because she liked having you submit to her. She liked when you addressed her formally, how simple-minded you were when you followed her orders. But avoiding diving into things right away for some foreplay, whether you knew it was happening or not, was delicious. Now, she’d have you another way.

Pride beamed out of you as you successfully arrived at first-name basis. As if every god in Valhalla stood together to smile down at you, a giggle escaped Wanda at your reaction. You were so adorable. Innocent. Corruptible.

“Okay. Wanda,” you replied with a bright grin. The name slipped smoothly from your tongue, embracing every curve of your mouth and edge of your lips.

Wanda’s head tipped to the side in her hand, staring at you with something alike to admiration. The attention made you squirm and you looked back down to your notebook filled with miscellaneous notes on Agatha’s history lessons and notable methods of teaching.

Several students slipped into the classroom and you watched Wanda’s posture straighten and she hardened back into her previous sternness.

“Good morning, Ms Maximoff,” some students chirped as they headed to their desks. Wanda greeted them politely and she continued with setting up the day’s lessons.

It finally settled in you that Wanda was going to speak another language for most of the day, and you were allowed to listen, help where you could, and take notes. This was the closest thing you’d ever gotten to heaven. You doodled absently and took some notes on Wanda’s methods of preparation, all the while students were filing into the classroom steadily.

Ten minutes later, everyone was settled and Wanda stood from her seat, heading towards the front of the class. “Good morning, everyone. I hope you’re all well-rested, because our Russian lesson will be heavy this morning,” she told them as she reached the front of the room. The students groaned simultaneously. She handed a stack of sheets to the student closest to her to hand out the papers, which they promptly did.

“But first, I’d like to introduce Y/N.” Wanda gestured to the back of the classroom where you sat. Approximately twenty-five heads turned to look at you. You smiled awkwardly and waved. “For today, she’s going to assist my class. Don’t be afraid to go to her for help with any of your academic questions,” she spoke. Her eyes were on you for several moments, and once they left you, they did not return until Carol Danvers stood from her desk during the class’ work period to speak with you.

After Wanda’s lessons, you had learned how to read several letters of the Russian alphabet, and how to say ‘Hello, how are you?’ in Russian too.

“Hi,” Carol said shyly as she invited herself to take a seat in front of you across the table.

You didn’t know much about Carol besides what Natasha had told you the other day. Carol was the top of her class in physical education, continuously excelling in sports team leadership, winning countless trophies for the high school when their teams went out to tournaments. She was a bright young woman with a promising future, but the way Wanda glared at the two of you interacting made you question your first impressions of her.

“Hi,” you answered with a polite smile. You shifted in your seat, positioning yourself to talk to her with undivided attention. “Can I help you with something?” You’ve always loved helping people. You loved having answers to things, to see the enlightened expression on people’s faces once you helped them. You loved pleasing.

Incidentally, Wanda loved being pleased.

Maria Rambeau exchanged a look with Carol and the blonde turned back around to you. The exchange was slightly odd, but Carol’s curious eyes brought your attention back to her. “Actually, yes,” Carol started and played with her fingers atop of the table. “I was wondering…” Her words came out slow but you simply nodded in patient understanding.

If looks could kill, Carol Danvers would’ve been incinerated by Wanda on the spot three times over.

“Are you, um… Do you do after-school tutoring?” Carol asked with an innocent raise of her eyebrows. You took a few seconds to come up with a response as you tried deciphering what she was asking of you. “I just mean, I do a lot of training and tournaments during and after school. So, I was just curious if you offered tutoring. Y’know, after school,” she elaborated with dramatic swishes of her hands.

Wanda knew precisely what Carol was asking- whether or not you had plans after work, whether or not you were seeing someone. Her jaw clenched and she forced herself to wait a few moments longer so she could reprimand Carol with just enough evidence to send her back to her desk. She hadn’t known you long, no, but time meant little to Wanda when you were being flirted with right in front of her.

Wanda also knew that you were too oblivious to know what was going on, and if you were to eventually figure it out on your own, it’d take several more minutes for you to do so.

And Carol was much too young for you. She had just turned eighteen, and Carol’s attraction to you was nothing more than a childish crush. You needed someone mature, someone with experience. Someone to tell you what to do. Sweet girls like you deserved that. Not a half-brained high schooler.

“What do you need tutoring with? I’m not very good with Russian like Ms Maximoff is, if that’s what you’re looking for,” you replied to Carol with a sheepish smile. The mention of her name in your mouth while talking to another girl made Wanda feel all the more territorial over you.

“Uh, anything!” Carol replied with an eager grin. She sat up straight in her seat, hands in her lap as she leaned forward confidently. “I mean, anything. I’m sort of… lacking in everything. Academically. So, whatever you can offer, I’d love to go out with.” Her words stumbled into a Freudian Slip, and not even you could miss that one. Carol’s face turned bright red and she stuttered out helplessly, trying to cover up what she had just said.

Peter Parker giggled with Kate somewhere closer to the front of the classroom. With Carol’s status at school, she had many friends, meaning many people knew her business. Everyone knew that Carol was a lesbian and crushing hard on Ms Harkness’ new assistant. Realising how loud she had been speaking, Carol flushed even redder and she stood up abruptly. “Sorry,” she muttered out into her hands, obviously embarrassed as she excused herself from the classroom without another word.

A grin tugged at Wanda’s lips after all of thirty seconds passed before Carol messed things up for herself without any external intervention. She couldn’t help the throb between her thighs when you remained hers without having to lift a single finger.

Your eyes followed Carol as she disappeared down the hallway. Immense guilt fell over you as you thought over what you could’ve done to support her. You didn’t like her the way she did you, but she was a nice girl. Your fingers tapped against the table anxiously.

About to stand up to follow Carol out to comfort her, Wanda spoke to you, “Y/N.” Her voice was quiet but stern as it cut through the otherwise silent classroom. You turned to her. ‘Leave her,’ Wanda mouthed silently. The demand felt domineering. Possessive. But you couldn’t shake the warmth that it placed in your chest, being commanded by Wanda Maximoff. You sat back down in your seat and continued to go through your course’s sideshow from yesterday that you had missed to have your first day here.

Wanda smiled at your easy compliance and returned back to her own work.

Up until lunch, the day had not only been passing quickly, but enjoyably as well. Wanda was very obviously passionate about teaching languages, and she was more than qualified to do so. Her lessons were etched into your mind with ease as you listened closely to every word Wanda uttered about the history of the Cyrillic language and Russian grammar as her speech was interlaced with an accent that was much stronger while she was speaking English and Russian simultaneously. The rolling of her R’s made your core throb uncomfortably.

“Would you like to go out for coffee with me, sweetheart?” Wanda offered as she put her notes away into her binder after class. You nodded immediately in response and the high school teacher smiled down at you. She took her purse with one hand as she approached you. A finger hooked itself under your chin and Wanda tipped your head up to look at her. Her eyes were solemn as they looked down at your doe eyes and soft lips. A smile formed on her lips again as you let her touch you without restraint, completely at her mercy.

Maybe if it was anyone else, you’d have pulled away from the contact without a second’s notice. But it was Wanda. Wanda had hooked her finger under your chin, making you look up as if you were on your knees for her. And you would’ve actually done so if she asked. Your warm breath exhaled on her ring-clad thumb as its pad ran softly over your bottom lip. Green eyes were dark as they continued to look down at you. You wished you knew what she was thinking. Her gaze was possessive and almost patronising.

“Sweet girl,” she uttered out softly. “Let’s go.”

As Wanda headed towards the classroom’s front door, you quickly packed your things into your bag and followed behind her hastily, nearly tripping on the foot of the U-shaped table. A smirk was flashed at you as Wanda mused at your eagerness to spend your lunchtime with her.

“Your boyfriend must be proud of you and your new position here,” Wanda assumed aloud as she pulled out of the school’s parking lot. She was wearing shades with the car windows down, wind blowing through her strawberry blonde hair. When you slipped into the passenger’s seat, you were certain this was the exact same car that sped past you and Natasha yesterday.

Carol tiptoed around it, but Wanda was not entirely one for subtleties when she knew what she wanted. She’d take you whole.

Your head leaned against the side of the car, allowing the wind to caress every inch of your face as Wanda drove to a cafe she knew. “I’m sure he would be if I had one,” you responded. You were quite the oblivious person sometimes. It didn’t take much to be the most intuitive person your friends knew, but when it came to your own personal life, you couldn’t tell when someone was purposely flirting with you until they outright mentioned it like Carol had earlier.

Wanda’s car smelled good. It smelled like her. Subtly sweet. Honeyed earth. It felt like a warm, indirect hug from her.

The comfort you felt as you were driven down a sunny road by Wanda was not lost on her. She looked over at you warmly, the sight of your eased expression made immeasurable pride blossom in her. Nothing Natasha nor Agatha could do would ever make you feel like this, and Wanda was doing little to nothing to have you wrapped around her finger. If she leaned over to wrap a collar around your pretty neck, she doubted you’d protest at all. ‘Wanda’s dirty whore,’ the collar’s name tag would say, and you’d show it off proudly, wouldn’t you? To every pathetic bitch who wanted to fuck you, letting them know that you were entirely hers.

Wanda ground her hips into her seat slightly, applying pressure to her throbbing centre. A muffled moan came from her as she bit down on her bottom lip, both desperation and the desire to be subtle around you contending.

“Is everything alright?” you asked her as you lifted your head from the window.

“I’m fine, darling. You’re so lovely to me,” Wanda replied with a small sly smile. From behind her shaded sunglasses, you couldn’t see the way green eyes trailed down your body, dangerously unfocused from the road. Her tongue pushed into the inside of her cheek, thighs pressing together as her eyes ran down your legs, hidden away, tightly, by your jeans.

Lunch with Wanda was wonderful. She was so gorgeous and kind despite how cold she had been to you when you first met. She went not more than several minutes before flattering you again. Her hands reached for you at every chance possible, running down your legs, your upper arms, tucking your hair behind your ears. You felt so pampered, so taken care of. She bought your coffee and the croissant you wanted- or more accurately, eyed, to which Wanda promptly bought for you. She brushed off the crumbs from your jeans with her palm and around your mouth with her thumb. Her fingers tightened around your thighs as she brushed the crumbs away from them, and took her time in brushing her thumb over your lips, simultaneously stern and feather-weight.

Halfway through the lunch, Wanda went to the washroom, and you thought nothing of it. While she was gone, your mind raced with the lingering feeling of Wanda’s hands on your body, on your face. Minutes turned into seconds while your fingers traced over the ghosting sensations of Wanda’s hands.

All the while, Wanda’s dress was hanging from around her wrist, head leaning back into the wall of a bathroom stall as she thrusted wet fingers into herself languidly, her panties pulled to the side. She kept her moans and pants soft to hear the sloshing of her own cunt, never mind the possibility of someone walking in. What rational bone she had in her body was nonexistent while her mind was filled with the feeling of the pliability of your skin under her wandering hands, the scent of you filling her every sense, even as you were sitting in the other room.

Wanda panted your name out repeatedly as if it were a prayer, each syllable of it running through her mouth, tasting the way it caressed her tongue. Her fingers picked up speed as she drew closer to her climax. The heel of her palm pressed into her clit and her knees buckled, a desperate whimper escaping her. Her walls clenched around nimble fingers as she reached her hilt. She slid down the stall door, riding through her orgasm with shaky fingers, until she forced her legs to straighten and hold herself back up.

Between shaky breaths, Wanda took her hand out from between her thighs and let her dress fall back to its original place. After taking the next few moments to clean herself up, she headed back out to the cafe. Even if you had suspected that she’d been masturbating in the washroom, the sight of a perfectly kempt Wanda would’ve done away with your suspicions.

Approaching from behind you, Wanda placed her hand on your shoulder, squeezing her arm around you gently. “Ready to go, angel?” she asked, looking down at you. You looked up to her and a warm smile formed on Wanda’s lips the moment she saw your curious eyes. So innocent and pretty when you were looking up at her like that.

You responded with a nod and stood up in Wanda’s hold. To avoid overwhelming you with physical contact, Wanda’s arm slipped from around your shoulders and she stepped back to allow you to get ready to leave. You placed the empty coffee mugs beside each other and stacked your sandwich plate atop of Wanda’s before leaving the cafe with her.

Wanda forced herself not to touch you any further to avoid delving into the delusions of her expedition in the washroom earlier. Unbeknownst to her, you were aware of the sudden decline of physical contact, and you missed her warm venturing hands.

You walked closer to her so your shoulder brushed against hers. Wanda did not pull away. If you had urged her just a little bit more, she was likely to climb atop of you in the car and fuck you with her fingers until you came in her mouth whether you wanted it or not. The desire to do so was clawing itself up the frame of her body, and with enough prompting, it’d burst from her every seam. But you parted from her to round to your side of the car and Wanda inhaled sharply as she unlocked the car and entered into the driver’s side.

You’d be the death of her.

Wanda wished she had her strap stowed in her car to bend you over in her backseat and fuck you until you couldn’t take anymore. The car would rock with every pound into your pussy, letting everyone know who you belonged to. Perhaps her students would catch her, and there would undoubtedly be consequences to that, but that was far from the list of Wanda’s primary concerns.

Throughout the ride back to school, Wanda kept stealing glances of your relaxed body language, your expression at ease as you were vulnerable in her presence, entirely trusting of her. She could feel pressure begin to build between her hips again at your innocence. You had no idea how Wanda’s fingers had been knuckle-deep in her cunt earlier, fucking herself until she came to the thought of you. You had no idea how desperate she was to fuck you dumb.

Needless to say, it was a turbulent ride as Wanda’s needs went unsatisfied. She imagined coming right out with it and telling you how wet she was, how badly she needed you to eat her out. Like the good girl you were, you’d do anything for her. Anything she asked you to. She imagined the feeling of your soft hair as it was tightened into her fist while she pushed your face further down between her thighs, her other hand squeezing the wheel.

Wanda pulled into the school’s parking lot and parked her car within the next several moments. She and you had a few minutes left before lunch ended. “I really enjoyed lunch with you,” Wanda told you, taking her keys out of ignition as she looked over to you.

You smiled widely, pride bubbling up inside you. The sight made Wanda all but melt. “I did too. I hope we can spend more time together soon,” you admitted. As kind as Natasha and Agatha were, your admiration of Wanda was dissimilar to how you felt about them. Your admiration for Wanda nestled within you warmly. It opened your eyes to find every opportunity possible to spend with her. It was uplifting and exciting.

Wanda’s hand raised to your cheek, stroking your cheekbone softly with her thumb as one would do with fine porcelain. She cared little about the possibility of anyone catching the two of you. In fact, she almost hoped for someone to. Natasha Romanoff or Carol Danvers, any of those other pitiful broads trying to get into bed with you. They didn’t deserve you. “We should get going, angel.” The tips of her fingers grazed along your jaw as she pulled away to step out of the car.

You sat in the car for a moment more, trying to catch your breath and settle your nerves from the sudden intimate contact. To avoid looking like an idiot, you forced yourself to follow Wanda and step out of the car, taking your bag with you as you rounded the vehicle to join her side.

The Russian smiled over at you and you took a step closer to her side as you both headed into the school. Her pretty girl, stuck to her side without so much as a beckon. Although, you’d likely love it more if Wanda had her hand tightened around your forearm, forcing you forward by her side possessively.

“Y/N!” a voice called from behind you and Wanda. The two of you turned at the doors of the school to see a familiar redhead heading your way with a waving hand.

Wanda’s jaw tensed and without a second thought, she raised her hand to the small of your back. You arched slightly, unknowing of the way you stepped into Wanda’s side. But Wanda had caught onto it. A smirk tugged at her lips at your subconscious desire to be hers. The hesitant expression on Natasha’s face only pulled her smirk further upwards.

Natasha’s eyes flickered between the two of you, but you were entirely oblivious of her curiosity. “Are you two… Were you out? For lunch?” she asked, an awkward smile on her lips as her eyebrows furrowed.

“Wanda and I went out for coffee,” you told her, sounding proud of being in Wanda’s presence. “Did you have lunch already?”

Wanda pushed her tongue into the side of her cheek at your concern for Natasha.

“I… I did. I texted you earlier, actually. I wasn’t sure if you got my texts,” Natasha said with a sheepish chuckle. “Were you busy?”

“She was,” Wanda replied abruptly. Your gaze darted over to her, surprised at the harshness of her tone. Even when you’d first met, Wanda never sounded like that.

Natasha’s gaze hardened momentarily, but she eased her stance and expression quickly in an attempt to play nice around you. “Alright. It’s no problem. Just don’t forget to text me back when you’re free,” she told you with a slight smirk. She passed close by you, shoulders nearly brushing as Natasha entered the school.

The demanding tone of Natasha’s words spiked immeasurable amounts of anger in Wanda. The slyness of Natasha's smirk and the implication in her glare. Without even having meant to, Wanda’s hand formed into a claw and she dug her nails into the small of your back as her eyes followed the redhead into the building. The pain was sharp and you pulled away at the feeling of Wanda’s nails pressing into your skin. Although she noticed the way you flinched from her painful contact, Wanda only rounded her hand to your hip, pulling you flush against her side.

Without another word, Wanda walked you into the building with her, both of your hips joined. Her fingernails were still digging into your skin, albeit into your hip this time, but the warmth radiating from her, the scent of her perfume, numbed the pain entirely. With her other hand, she fished her classroom keys out of her purse. From what you recalled, Wanda didn’t have a class next period, so you weren’t sure why she was so hurried. Her key nearly slipped from her fingers as she shoved it into the doorknob.

“Wand-”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” Wanda gritted out. Her jaw was clenched and her fingers trembled slightly. The edge of her tone startled you, but her evident imbalance made you feel more concerned than intimidated.

She pushed the classroom door open and pulled you in by your waist. The lights were off, but the room was basked warmly by the afternoon sun in shades of orange and red. You stepped into the room, placing your bag down on the table you were sitting on earlier while you listened to Wanda closing the classroom door behind you. When you turned around, the high school teacher was only inches in front of you. Within seconds, her hands were on your hips, pulling you against her body.

Her lips were crushed onto yours, teeth knocking together as her tongue darted out to run against your lips. She tasted like coffee. She smelled eternally of what was identifying itself to you not as perfume, but as something uniquely Wanda Maximoff. Your body stumbled back into the table but Wanda’s tight grip on you kept you upright. Her breasts were pressed flush against yours and you breathed out shakily. Wanda’s hands trailed down from your hips to your ass, squeezing roughly. You squealed softly into her mouth. She forced her tongue into your mouth, though she didn't meet very much resistance to begin with. She explored you with her tongue curiously and without equivocation. A low groan came from her and she lifted one hand to tug at the waistband of your jeans, fingers tucking themselves between the fabric and your soft skin.

“You have no idea…” Wanda whispered against your lips, “how terribly I’ve wanted you to myself since I met you yesterday.” With her hand on your ass and the other wrapped around the waistline of your jeans, she pulled you from the table, led you forward, and collided your back with the classroom’s front door. A sharp gasp winded itself out of you but Wanda was quick to cover your lips with hers again. Her body pushed further into you, hips knocking against yours.

Even if you tried, you wouldn’t be able to slip out from between Wanda and the door. But you didn’t try. You didn’t even think about it. You kissed her back with attempts at leverage over the kiss, but she easily took control of you. Your world was enveloped in her. Her scent as she was pushed up against you. The wandering of her hands and their perpetual scratching and groping of every inch of your body she passed over. The pressure of her lips against yours, the intrusion of her tongue, and the moans she let out because she was touching you. All because, finally, she had you for herself.

Wanda took hold of your hand and raised it up to her breast, forcing you to grope her. The feeling of holding her like this drove you just as wild as it did Wanda. Her hips bucked against yours, causing a whimper to escape you at her dangerously close proximity to your core.

“Tell mommy she makes your princess parts all wet,” Wanda huffed out against your ear. The term made you shudder. Her words were filthy and spoken without hesitation. The idea that Wanda was always like this while behaving through composed professionalism made your cunt throb harder. You could barely respond to her with the uninhibited pressure between your legs and the feeling of Wanda pressed up against you. Her every contact with your body made your skin’s sensitivity increase tenfold. You buzzed with desire to be touched. Your other arm raised to wrap around her waist tightly.

Wanda chuckled darkly and she kissed your cheek in admiration. “I’m not a patient woman. But since you’ve been so obedient for mommy, I’ll let your unresponsiveness slide just this once. I’ll check your little pussy myself.” She let go of your hand to trail down your stomach, and your hand switched to her other breast, squeezing tightly. Wanda groaned at your harshness and her hand tucked itself into your jeans. Her hand descended further and her fingers pressed against your clothed centre. The fabric of your panties were damp with your juices and the tips of her fingers ventured deeper into your folds.

You melted in her hold and you let out a long moan, high-pitched with need. Your hips bucked down, desperate for more attention. Wanda pressed her fingernail into your clit in forewarning, her upper lip curling as she pulled away from the crook of your neck to look at you. Your hips jerked back up at the small sting of overstimulation that shot up your centre. She tutted at your impatience. “I don’t like that,” she snapped, her voice low and reprimanding. “Be still and pretty for mommy. That’s how I'd like my little girl. Do you reject this?”

Your head shook immediately, aggressively. “No, no. I’ll listen to you, mommy. I want to make you happy.”

A bright smile pulled at Wanda’s lips at your obedience at your willingness to call her mommy. “You make mommy very happy, princess. Now, be sweet and let me touch your pussy,” she told you and leaned forward to kiss you. The kiss was much softer than the first one, her lips moving over yours gently. The placidity of the kiss’ force might’ve been imagined as impossible after the roughness of Wanda’s previous actions, but she could be a gentle lover as much as she was a force required to be sated. Her fingers softened against your core before carefully raising her hand to tuck them into your panties.

The tips of her fingers ghosted over your slit, your heat quickly enveloping her digits. Wanda leaned forward to kiss your neck, then up the column of your throat. She nipped and sucked at your skin, surely marking you for everyone to see, and she did so proudly. The warmth of her kisses were cooled with her trails of saliva she left against your skin as she moved on to pepper kisses and bites elsewhere.

Her fingers dipped into your folds slowly, teasingly. “Tell me you want it. Show mommy how much of a dirty slut you are for her,” she demanded against your jaw. She bit at your skin, causing you to yelp.

“I want it, mommy,” you whined, eyes screwed together tightly. “I want to be yours.” Your hand rounded her hips, tugging at her dress. Her legs were slowly exposed as you pulled her dress upwards, desperate to touch her too.

“So good to me…” Wanda muttered out and kissed your cheek. Her fingers pushed into your hole, but not before brushing over your clit and making you shudder. Slowly, she eased into you, stretching your walls apart. Wanda sighed breathily at the feeling of your cunt wrapped tightly around her fingers. Her warm exhale tickled your neck. “Just a little bit more, princess,” she encouraged as she inched her middle and ring fingers deeper into you.

She could feel the way you were attempting to untense around her to take Wanda’s fingers like the good little whore you were. “You’re so tight,” Wanda grunted out softly. You could hear hints of an accent when she spoke low like that. It made you wet in ways only Wanda could feel. She angled her wrist to position her fingers straight into you. “Has it been a while since my sweet doll’s been fucked?” She laughed sadistically and your head lolled forward to rest on her shoulder. You nuzzled your face into her neck.

You whimpered out, “Mommy.” Her words were all too true. It’d been so long since you’d been properly fucked, and within seconds, she had you like clay in her arms. When you felt Wanda several inches into your hole, fingers slowly parting inside you to stretch you out, your puffy lips reached her knuckles.

Wanda hummed appreciatively. “There we go, good girl. Mommy’s all in now,” she praised with a smile. She kissed your lips, warm and soft. When she pulled away, the tip of her nose brushed against yours intentionally. The soft gesture juxtaposed the way she began pumping into you. You mewled as her fingers pulled in and out of your tight hole. The tightness of your jeans made it so that Wanda’s palm was pressed against your cunt. The heel of her hand rubbed against your clit.

She sighed in vexation. The apathy of the sigh, the idea that fucking you with her fingers was such a simple action for her, made you moan out. You had no shame in having Wanda treating you like a needy hole and nothing else turn you on. “I got so tired of having people try to take you from me. Half of the staff here would bed you without a second thought if they could. And don’t get me fucking started with Danvers. Would you like that, malysh? To be fucked by anyone other than your mommy?”

You had no clue Wanda had felt so possessive over you. You had noticed the way she glared at Carol while she spoke to you, but the thought that she had been this jealous even before was something you’d never would’ve thought of. “No, mommy. I’m only yours. I don’t want anyone else to touch me. Not Carol, or Nat-”

Wanda took your jaw in her other hand with one swift movement. Her fingers pressed into your cheeks painfully. “I didn’t say anything about Natasha. Are you thinking of her right now?” she snarled. She gave you no more than a second to respond, and when you did not, she let go of your jaw and slapped you across the face. A gasp escaped you at the sudden impact but you continued to take Wanda’s fingers, horny even while being slapped around by her.

“You ungrateful whore,” Wanda hissed. “Mommy’s been so good to you.” She sounded as if she was in genuine anguish, but the way her fingers began to pump into you with increasing force told you otherwise. Pain and pleasure shot through you simultaneously. “I bought my little girl lunch, and I’ve been so gentle with her up until now. Are you telling me that I shouldn’t have done that? Are you telling me that you’re thinking about that Romanoff slut while mommy’s fucking you with her fingers?” Her eyebrows furrowed together and there’s a hint of a pout of her lips.

Her palm slapped across your face again. “Yebanaya shlyukha,” she scolded. You had not a single clue what she had said, but you felt degraded anyways. Through your surprised gasp at the second slap, Wanda forced you to look at her again and spat in your mouth. “Swallow or I slap you again,” she demanded with a clenched jaw. You closed your mouth and swallowed. “You get so wet when mommy hits you, baby. It’s cute.” You flushed at the observation. “Now, tell me, what exactly was she talking about earlier? What was that bitch texting you?”

“N-Nothing important, mommy. Promise.” The speed at which you submitted to Wanda had to have broken some kind of world record.

“Good. Because after this, you’re going to give me your phone and I’m going to read your messages. All of them. Mommy will decide whether or not you still get to talk to Natasha, and anyone else after my princess.” Wanda kissed you again and she felt you nod in understanding. Without warning, she slipped her fingers out of your pussy and you groaned at the empty feeling. You hadn’t known how much Wanda was stretching your walls apart until she took her fingers out of you.

Her other hand raised to entangle her fingers in your hair. She lifted your head up and brought her glistening fingers to your mouth. You had only opened your mouth a centimetre at the sight of her fingers’ position before she pushed her fingers forward into your mouth impatiently. The sudden action made you gag as her long slender fingers slid down your throat. Your tongue lifted to press against her fingers, moaning at the taste of yourself.

“Taste good?” Wanda asked with a sly grin. The sounds of your gags as you tried to accommodate her fingers as they penetrated your throat made Wanda buck her hips forward into yours. She imprinted the noises in her mind, saving it for later when she would miss you. Your eyes were screwed together, trying your best to take Wanda like she wanted you to.

She pulled her fingers out of your mouth and replaced them with her tongue, savouring your flavour with a deep kiss. A groan escaped her at the taste, and she pulled you away from the door with a hand on your hip and the other with a handful of your hair in her fist. Wanda flipped your positions, lips still on yours as the back of your knees hit the edge of her desk. She pushed at your hip, forcing your kiss to break as the front of your thighs were pushed against the desk’s edge.

Wanda leaned in to speak against your ear, her warm breath tickling your neck. “Let mommy fuck your princess parts, darling. Do you know what that means?” she husked out. Your hair smelled so good. You smelled so good. You were so soft and warm in her arms. You were so perfect. Her body embraced you from behind, arms tightened around your waist. You could feel the way she ground herself into your ass. She was so desperate to touch you to the point where she was humping herself against you.

You’re almost entirely sure what she meant, but your mind was too fuzzy to think without Wanda’s guidance. You shook your head.

Wanda cupped your sex through your pants. A whimper escaped you as the pressure of her rough fingers. You were still so sensitive from being stretched out. “This is what it means. Will you let mommy fuck your pretty hole with her dick?”

“Please, mommy. I can take it,” you pleaded. Your head fell back onto Wanda’s shoulder, allowing her more room to kiss your neck. She pressed soft kisses to your pulse points, inhaling your scent deeply.

“Good. Because mommy would’ve fucked you stupid whether you wanted it or not,” Wanda told you. She raised one hand from your hip to place it on your upper back. Without warning, she pushed you forward so you were bent over the desk. Several objects clattered to the ground at the sudden action, but Wanda was unconcerned with them. “Oh, don’t play coy with me, kitten.” Her hand was placed on your head, petting your hair softly before she rounded the desk and nudged your head down roughly when she let go of you. Your hair fell into your face.

Heels clicked against the classroom floor as Wanda walked away from you. You raised your head to look at the older woman. She was rummaging in the tall coat closet behind her desk. “Mommy knows how badly you want her. You’re too little to think for yourself, so let me do it. Mommy knows what's best for you,” she spoke out. Her words were partially muffled as her arms were digging into the depths of the closet, but you heard her every word.

A scarlet red object was pulled out of the closet and you squinted, attempting to figure out what it was that was hanging from her hand. Wanda closed the closet and approached you. As she came closer, the object became clearer. A black harness hung from around her hand. She stopped at your side, lowering the faux cock to your face. It was a strap-on. A rather large one. “You had that in your classroom?”

Wanda noticed your bewilderment and she chuckled. “Indeed. Ever since this morning. You like it?” she asked you, waving it in front of your face teasingly. “I brought it here just for you, after meeting you yesterday. Now, open.” You parted your lips at once. She eased her strap forward then slid it down your throat. Your lips wrapped around it and Wanda smiled at your submission. She fucked your mouth with the strap carefully. Tears formed in your eyes as Wanda eased it further down your throat.

“You fucking whore…” she muttered out. Her words were degrading but her tone was indicative of nothing less than admiration. The strap’s tip pressed against the back of your throat, making you gag. You looked up at Wanda, eyes full of tears and your vision blurred. You lifted yourself up onto your elbows, relaxing your throat further for her cock.

“Mm. That’s good,” Wanda hummed out and scratched at your scalp soothingly with her other hand before she sped up the pace, fucking your mouth with her strap rapidly. The two of you kept going just like that for a few minutes until Wanda slowly pulled her strap out of your throat. You sucked at its tip gingerly once it slipped out of your mouth completely. Once your mouth was completely empty, saliva dripped Wanda's desk as you panted, trying to catch your breath. With a smug smile, Wanda ran the tip through your lips. She then straightened and laid it on the desk. She leaned down to reach her hand up her dress and you swallowed, finding it difficult to tear your eyes away from the sight.

She slid her panties down her smooth legs and stepped out of them. She balled it up and stuck the lacy black garment into your mouth. It didn’t take long for the sweet, tangy flavour of Wanda’s juices to spread throughout your mouth. You lifted your tongue to run through the fabric, finding the exact spot where her orgasm in the cafe’s washroom spread through her panties. “Of course you’d like having mommy’s panties stuffed in your slutty mouth.” Wanda noted with a proud grin. She kissed your forehead and picked the strap-on up from the desk and lowered it to her ankles to step into it.

Your eyes darted down Wanda’s dress when she leaned down. She was wearing a thin black bra, its lacy pattern matching that of her panties. You could see her erect pink nipples peeking through the black lace and Wanda smirked up at you. Your face flushed at having been caught staring at her like you had been in the staff room the other day.

Wanda straightened again, her dress hanging from around her wrists as she fastened the strap’s harness around her hips. The dark red faux cock stuck out from between her hips and you swallowed at the sight of its size, twinges of panic bubbling up in you at the idea of being fucked by something like that.

“Don’t think too much, moya lyubov,” said Wanda as she rounded you to position herself behind you. Her hands tucked themselves under your sweater and ran up your sides, gripping your torso harshly. You hoped she left bruises. “I’ll have your mind too fucked out to think about anything soon enough. Don’t overwork yourself,” Wanda cooed. She stepped forward so her strap pressed against your ass. Even through your jeans, you could feel her.

Lifting your arms up behind you, Wanda slipped your sweater off, exposing your arms. She threw it to the side somewhere. You heard its zipper clink against the classroom floor. You felt hands round your hips to unbutton your jeans, and with one swift movement, Wanda tugged your jeans from your thighs and let it pool around your ankles.

Wanda leaned down to press kisses to your ass, then lower to kiss your clit through your panties, inhaling the scent of your arousal. She licked a stripe up your clothed cunt, moaning at the way your flavour spread across her tongue even through the soaked garment. You were so wet for her. She pressed another kiss dangerously close to your outer lips and she straightened again. She pulled your panties down so it laid atop of your jeans.

Her lips parted and she leaned back. “Look at this…” Wanda mused and tucked her thumb between your folds, parting them and exposing your heat to the cold air of the classroom. “You have such a pretty pink pussy, baby.” Her thumb pressed into your hole teasingly before placing both hands on your waist. Your position was humiliating. You were bent over the cold desk in Wanda’s classroom, your ass completely exposed to her. You had little to no control over your own body, over your own mind. As Wanda’s cock laid between the valley between your asscheeks, you couldn’t imagine a future for yourself beyond being fucked stupid her.

You closed your eyes, trying to place as much focus as you could to what Wanda was doing behind you because you couldn’t see her. She slowly slid her cock through your folds, then positioned the tip of it against your hole. Without warning, Wanda slid the entirety of her dick into you, causing you to jerk forward and cry out at the sharp pain that shot through you, her panties still stuffed in your mouth. Your arm reached forward to grip the opposite end of the desk, pushing a hand-in basket to the ground. Sheets of student assignments fluttered to the ground.

“Don’t be an ungrateful brat, detka,” Wanda hissed out and leaned forward to take hold of your wrist, removing your grip around the edge of the desk. She pulled both of your arms back and held your wrists down against your lower back. She used the leverage to pull your ass against her hips with every thrust. Wanda removed the gag from your mouth and tossed her panties to the side somewhere. “That would’ve hurt so much more if mommy didn’t stretch your tight little pussy out earlier. Can’t you just be grateful for once? You hurt mommy’s feelings.” You could hear the feigned pout Wanda put on as she spoke.

Her hips snapped into you swiftly with incredible amounts of force. You supposed she was right. As painfully as her thick cock was spreading your hole open, you imagined you wouldn’t be taking her as well as you were if Wanda hadn’t spent the time to stretch you out earlier.

“I’m sorry, mommy,” you panted out, desperate to make it up to her even while you were quickly losing more and more of your own autonomy. As much as you wanted to be good for her, your walls were taking much longer to wrap around her than you anticipated. Wanda's was the biggest cock you'd ever taken. “It hurts…”

“Shut the fuck up and take mommy’s cock like a good girl. Be patient and let me use your pretty hole,” Wanda snapped. She took a bundle of your hair into her fist, pulling you further backwards and arching your back. It gave her a greater advantage to pound into you harder. "You're so fucking dramatic," she husked out into your ear.

“Mommy… Ah! Slo-w, please.”

Wanda raised her hand up to her ear and swung it back down to spank your ass before letting go of your hair. She leaned forward so her front cocooned your back as she pushed your face into the desk, her hand still on the back of your head. She whispered into your ear breathlessly, “Mommy can do whatever she wants. I own this pussy. Don’t you want to make me happy?” Her thrusts into you were ruthless, taking not even a single moment’s break since she first entered you. Wanda grunted into your ear softly with every snap of her hips. She buried her face into the crook of your neck.

Your whines and complaints soon became infrequent, then entirely nonexistent as pain dissipated to sole pleasure. Moans, high-pinched and needy, escaped you without restraint, although Wanda frequently pinched your clit to remind you to be quieter. Even though the classroom door was locked and her desk wasn’t in view from the door’s window, there was always a chance that your sounds would echo down the school’s hallways. The two of you were already taking a great risk with the rapid slapping of your skin.

A voice suddenly called into the classroom, “Ms Maximoff? Are you in there?” Everything in you froze, a dozen weights being dropped into your stomach.

Wanda grunted in annoyance at Carol’s presence. Her hips jerked forward rougher than the steady pattern she had been keeping earlier. “Mm. Miss Danvers has a spare this period. Should I ignore her, sweetheart?” she asked you, sounding condescendingly sweet.

You nodded immediately, your face still pressed into the desk as your hair remained grasped tightly in Wanda’s fist.

Wanda responded instantly as if she had just been waiting for your response in order to purposefully do the exact opposite of what you’d tell her. “I’m in here, darling!” She smirked down at you.

“Have you seen Y/N? I was looking forward to speaking to her about something after lunch, but I can’t seem to find her. Ms Romanoff told me she’d be with you,” Carol responded. Your mind was too fuzzy, your body buzzing pleasantly as you let Wanda fuck you the way she wanted to, to have heard the shy apprehension in Carol’s voice. But Wanda heard it clearly. The teenager truly was crushing hard on you.

Wanda let go of your hair and groped your breast harshly, her every irritation caused by the blonde athlete evident in the way she fucked you. She was fucking into you harder now, her eyes glaring at the classroom door as if she was about to burn holes right through it. Wanda focused back onto you and with her arm wrapped around your torso and the other around your hips, she lifted you up so you were being hugged by Wanda from behind. No matter the positions the two of you took, Wanda’s thrusts never faltered once. She twisted at your nipple painfully and pinched at your clit, and all you could do was lay against her like a good girl, hushed moans and mewls escaping you.

“In other words, she wants to fuck your needy cunt too. Do you want her, detka? I’ll call Carol in for you and take my cock out of your cunt.” Wanda was so possessive over you. The mere thought of anyone else but her wanting you drove her mad. You were hers to fuck, to masturbate to, to adore. Her perfect girl.

“I don’t want that, mommy. I only want you, please,” you begged, pushing your ass into her lap. Wanda grinned at your eagerness. You were such a filthy whore; your mind was almost completely fucked out, yet you still had enough in you to fuck yourself on her cock.

Wanda unwrapped her arms from around you suddenly, pushing you back down onto the desk as if you were a lifeless fuckdoll solely for your mommy to use. You let out a small whine at the impact. “You’re too little to make your own decisions, baby,” she told you, manicured black nails running down your lower back. “I’ll breed your fucking pussy and stuff you full of my cum so you’re mine forever. This is not a one-time thing, malysh. I’m going to force you to have my fucking children and you’ll be my pretty little housewife for the rest of your life. It matters little to me whether or not you want it.”

Her name tumbled from your mouth between breathless moans. You felt yourself nod obediently against the cold expanse of the desk. Images of being Wanda’s housewife flashed in your mind. Falling asleep in her arms, being the only thing Wanda thought about the very moment before deep slumber, and when she awoke in the morning with you cuddled into her chest. Having her come home after a tense day at work to let her stress out on you, slapping your face around as she fucked your tight hole until you were a shaking mess, and perhaps even while you were asleep, stopping only when she was satisfied.

You’d do anything to make that your reality.

“Tell that slut to leave and I’ll let you cum,” said Wanda. Her fingernails dug deeper into your skin and you wondered if she was pricking blood out of you. The thought was brief as your mind quickly zeroed in on one goal, and one goal only- cum on Wanda’s cock.

You tried your best to talk as if you didn’t have Wanda fucking you from behind, “Carol.”

“Oh, you’re in there?” the blonde responded. There was a rattle at the door.

Wanda chuckled at the horror that struck your face when you had forgotten for a moment that the door was locked.

“It’s locked!” Carol called back cluelessly.

You felt guilt clawing at you. She was such a nice girl, and-

“Can’t you do anything on your own? Or does mommy have to do it for you?” Wanda snapped from behind you.

“Sorry, Carol, I’ll have to… Mm!” You winced, pushing your ass further into Wanda’s hips. “Mommy…” you pleaded under your breath. Whether you were begging for her to fuck you harder, or to slow down entirely, you did not know.

Wanda’s hips were pounding into you faster, skin slapping as her hands forced your body down onto the desk. “You’re such a fucking whore, baby,” she whispered. Her fingers run goosebumps up against your back before she leaned forward to lay against you. She kissed your neck. Your hips were being pushed into the edge of the table, making them sting painfully. But you hardly paid any mind to it.

“Y/N? A-Are you okay?” Carol asked from outside.

Wanda pulled you up against her then spun you around. “Y/N has her hands tied, darling. You’ll have to come back later,” she answered for you. Under the door, Carol’s shadow disappeared dejectedly. You smiled gratefully at her and laid your head on her shoulder. Wanda hushed you and kissed the side of your head. “That’s a good girl. You tried your hardest to please mommy,” she cooed.

You nodded into the crook of her neck, arms wrapped around her waist as tight as you could manage. She smelled nice.

Wanda fisted your hair into her hand and pulled you up with her, forcing you to step out of your garments that had still been pooling at your ankles. Her cock slid out of you and she turned you around, kissing you until she pushed you against the closet behind her desk. She lifted your leg up, hooking her arm under your knee to allow her more access to pound into you. Her strap slid into you again with ease and she picked up her pace, fast and unrelenting. You were so full. She slid her hand under your black tank, pulling your bra down to grope harshly at your breast.

“Now, you can cum. My perfect princess. Make mommy happy.” Wanda whispered countless other soft praises into your ear, and your arms tightened around her waist, sole dependency on Wanda forming within you. She twisted your nipple painfully. Her long hair fanned out down your shoulders as she kissed your neck, nipping at every inch of your skin her mouth could reach.

Her thrusts became sloppier as she drew closer to her own high. She panted into your ear, letting you hear how close she was. Your hands tucked themselves under Wanda’s dress and found her ass, squeezing and pulling her into you. Wanda groaned in appreciation and bit at your earlobe with her teeth teasingly. While you pulled her hips into you, Wanda was able to grind her clit into the harness of her strap, bringing herself even closer to her own summit.

“Mommy, I’m going to cum,” you whimpered out, squeezing your eyes together tightly.

“Cum for me, princess,” Wanda said and kissed your cheek before continuing to moan into your ear. She hooked her arm under your knee more firmly, her nails scratching at the side of your thigh. She tucked her hand between your stomachs, then between your hips, where her fingers found your clit. With four fingers, she rubbed against your erect mound swiftly. If Wanda hadn’t tightened her grip around your leg a moment ago, you would’ve long melted to the floor like jelly.

You laid your head against Wanda’s. Your body was completely limp as you got your hole fucked relentlessly. Wanda scratched at you. She took the skin of your neck and collarbone between her teeth, then ran her tongue across each bite before kissing up your marked skin hastily. You could feel the way Wanda was grinding against the leather base of her strap’s harness as she was inching towards an orgasm.

Wanda raised your head from the crook of her shoulder and rested her forehead atop of yours, your eyes meeting viridescent orbs. Her eyes screwed together as she struggled out, “I’m coming! Fu-Fuck! Princess, I’m-”

Her fingers' movement against your clit slowed as did her hips, and her very last thrust before she was pushed over her edge was what you needed to reach your own hilt.

“That’s right, cum on my dick you fucking whore,” Wanda grunted out laboredly against your cheek through her climax. You raised your other hand to her shoulder. Your fingers dug into her, sharp pain shooting through to her skin, your fingernails piercing through the sleeve of her dress.

Wanda leaned forward to capture your lips with hers weakly. The two of you moaned into each other’s open mouths as you rode out your orgasm together, walls tightening around Wanda’s cock that was still shakily thrusting into your cunt. She took your bottom lip between her teeth, tugging at it as she pulled away.

There was a hazy but smug grin on her face. Wanda’s hands found your hips, letting your leg drop to your other. She pulled you from the closet door, leading you back to her desk. “My little baby can’t do anything without mommy, huh?” she said against your forehead before pressing a kiss there. With your face nuzzled in the crook of her neck, your arms were wrapped around her waist, completely dependent on her as your body trembled with the last tremors of your orgasm.

With her hands on your ass, Wanda lifted you up onto her desk. The slick that was sticky against your inner thighs dripped onto the desk’s cold expanse. Wanda pulled back from you and your arms tightened around her.

“No, don’t leave me, mommy,” you blabbered out desperately, burying your face further into her neck. Your mind was so light and fuzzy as you embraced the older woman.

Wanda laughed and kissed the top of your head. Her pretty princess was so needy. It was adorable. “Not gonna leave you, puppy. Just going to take my cock out of you, okay?” she reassured. You nodded and loosened your grip around her so Wanda could release the harness from around her hips. Her strap, glistening with your cum, dropped onto your pile of clothes. She wrapped an arm around your waist and stepped into the space between your thighs and with her fingers, she drew gentle shapes along your spine. With her other hand, she pet your hair soothingly.

“That was wonderful, baby,” Wanda told you and laid her head atop yours. “My little girl took mommy’s cock so well. Mommy’s perfect whore.” Her praises made you feel all warm inside. A satisfied, nonsensical murmur came from you, to which Wanda hushed. “Don’t talk. Just let mommy hold you, baby. Moya dorogaya devochka.”

“But you have a class…” you tried to protest.

There was about fifteen minutes before Wanda's next class started, and realistically, the two of you should’ve been getting ready soon. But Wanda didn’t want to do anything but hold her little girl, even if only for five more minutes. “We’ll think about that later. For now, just do what mommy says, baby.” From then on out, you were Wanda’s. Entirely hers. And she would do well to ket everyone know about it. “You’re mine.”

“I know, mommy,” you uttered out happily against her neck before hugging her close to you.

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