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hopelesslygaysstuff · 26 days ago
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October 10 - Squirting
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pairing: dom!WandaNat x sub!Reader
summary: Your girlfriends fuck you, and you squirt from the pleasure.
content warnings: squirting, slight overstimulation, strap-on, vibrator
word count: 1.2k+
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comments and reblogs are always appreciated! happy reading ♡
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Red hair, green eyes, and an overwhelming sensation of pleasure. These were the only things you could think about, your vision swimming with black dots as your back arches. 
“Fuck, I-”
A light slap is delivered to your inner thigh. “Language, Detka.”
You inhale deeply, burying your head in the crook of Wanda’s neck. Her sweet vanilla scent wraps around your brain, and you kiss her neck as her hands resume their harsh fondling of your chest. 
Wanda is underneath you, her warm body sliding against yours with each thrust of Natasha’s hips. Your other girlfriend is pumping her strap deep inside you, causing your throbbing clit to bump against Wanda’s with every thrust. 
“Go faster, Natasha,” Wanda says, her voice commanding and causing your brain to go even fuzzier. Her fingers are strong, twisting and pinching your nipples as Natasha increases her pace. 
You can feel her fingers digging into your hips, pulling you back on her strap as she fucks you. Natasha is grunting, her voice low and raspy as she begins to speak. 
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good… no don’t muffle yourself, I want to hear your pretty little sounds while I fuck you dumb.” A hand finds your hair, wrenching your head away from the comfort of Wanda’s neck. 
Green eyes with blown pupils look back at you, a small smirk on Wanda’s face as she watches your eyebrows thread in pleasure, your mouth hanging open. A few whines escape you, before a particularly harsh thrust of Natasha’s hips causes a series of moans to claw their way from your throat.
“God you sound pathetic, all dumb and needy for me. Isn't that right? You just love being a little slut for us, don’t you, sweetheart. Say it.” 
You don’t respond right away, your head drooping slightly in Natasha’s grasp as you attempt to get some words out. Wanda’s eyes harden, her hand coming up to wrap around your throat, squeezing the sides as she raises an eyebrow. 
“Natasha asked you a question and gave you a command, sweetheart.”
Nodding quickly, you let out a small whimper at the sensation of Natasha’s strap sliding easily in and out of you. 
“Yes, I-” you cut yourself off with a moan, feeling Wanda’s warning squeeze when you don’t continue. “I love being your slut, thank you.”
The last few words are shaky and broken up with high-pitched whimpers as Natasha slams her hips against you. You can feel the tip of her strap reaching deep inside you, pleasurable bolts of pleasure causing your pussy to spasm around her. 
“Good job, pet. Why don’t you cum again as a reward?” Wanda’s voice is soft, and you look at her with pleading eyes. She tilts her head, “What, you don’t like Mommy’s reward?”
“No I love your reward I- it’s just- it feels too good,” you say, your voice soft as Natasha chuckles behind you. 
“It’s supposed to feel good, that means I’m doing something right.” 
“Why don’t I help you out,” Wanda says, reaching over towards the nightstand. You watch with wide eyes as another orgasm rises within you in response to Natasha’s harsh thrusts. Wanda’s fingers wrap around a red vibrator, and you moan at the thought. 
Bringing it over, Wanda clicks it on to a medium setting, smirking at you as she drags it over your nipples.
“When I put this on your desperate little clit, I want you to thank me, okay?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
Wanda smiles at that, moving the vibrator down to where Natasha’s strap is pumping deep inside you. You can feel your arousal leaking down your thighs and smearing all over your ass and Natasha’s hips with each thrust of her hips. 
The vibrator is placed directly on the tip of your clit, pressing down firmly and slipping around slightly from your slick arousal. 
Holy fuck does it feel good. 
“Thank you… mmphfffh. Fu- I mean… god it feels so good,” you moan out, feeling pleasure rising rapidly within you. 
The stimulation is almost too much to handle, your orgasm swelling as you hear Natasha breathing heavily behind you, her pace brutal. Wanda clicks the vibrator up again, the sensation causing your orgasm to finally tip over the edge. 
The pleasure is blinding, your body shaking as you feel your pussy clenching tightly around Natsha’s strap. She forces it deeper, hitting your oversensitive walls as the stimulation builds to an almost painful level. 
You can hear squelching sounds, her strap sliding out on accident. Natasha quickly slides it back in, rocking her hips forwards and drawing out your orgasm for as long as possible. 
“Holy shit, Wands… she squirted all over me.”
“Fuck, baby. Let me lick it all up.” Wanda begins to descend your body, letting your upper half collapse into the pillows as she positions her face beneath your dripping pussy. 
You know you must look like a drenched mess, but Wanda doesn’t seem to notice or care as she begins to eat you out fervently. You hear Natasha slide her strap into Wanda, and the bed begins to move as she begins to fuck her. 
Wanda’s tongue feels amazing against you, strong and sliding easily between your folds. She swirls it around your clit before sucking it into her mouth gently, your hips rutting against her face slightly at the stimulation. 
“Still so desperate, even when you’re tired,” she remarks, and you chuckle softly. 
You feel her move down, her tongue pressing against your entrance, slipping easily inside as she cleans you up. She runs her tongue over your inner thighs, kissing the soft skin there as she does so. 
“Fuck, Mommy’s going to cum… you just keep rutting your hips against my face, love. I want to eat you out while I cum from Natasha’s big strap,” Wanda’s words are slightly slurred, her tongue moving slower and less coordinated as she starts to moan low. 
“That’s right, cum all over my cock, Malyshka. Cum over the same cock that made our girl squirt,” Natasha says. You can hear her slamming her hips into Wanda’s, burying her strap deep inside the woman. 
That tips Wanda over the edge, her moans muffled by you as you continue to rut your sensitive pussy and clit over her mouth. Her lips close around your clit, sucking strongly as she trembles from her orgasm. You cum too, soft waves of pleasure making their way through your tired body.  
Collapsing completely, you feel Wanda shimmy out from underneath you. She moves to lay beside you, pulling you against her as Natasha slips behind you, easing her strap back into your still-dripping hole. 
You whine, wanting to rest for a bit.
“Don’t worry, detka. I just want you to cockwarm for a bit okay? You already did so well tonight, you deserve more of my cock, don’t you?”
Nodding you feel Wanda begin to hum as you bury your head in her chest. Her hands gently rub you back, and you can hear her kiss Natasha softly. 
“Just rest for a bit, love,” Wanda murmurs, “I want to watch you squirt again, and you need all your energy for that.”
Ah. Fuck. This was going to be the best (and longest)  night of your life.
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hopelesslygaysstuff · 1 year ago
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awwww hon this is so cute!! yess imagine just being friends with all the avengers and having wanda as ur gf and future wife?!? i’m i. love with this ugh. i have to write a sequel to Sparkling Scarlet with this in mind and it’s just you being happy alskskajdhs
just thinking about all your friends sending milf!wanda increasingly compromising/embarrassing photos of you that she just loves so much
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hopelesslygaysstuff · 3 months ago
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Ya'll please consider emo!Wanda with nipple piercings!!!
You first see them when she doesn't wear a bra around the compound on a lazy Sunday, the metal bars just barely showing through the fabric of her t-shirt. Natasha shoots you a smirk when you nearly trip, stuttering when Wanda asks if you're alright. You punch her in the shoulder. Then spend the rest of the morning running from an irate spy.
You see them next in the locker room of the compound, having just finished your workout. Wanda walks in from showering, her hair still slightly damp and her piercings showing through her tight sports bra. She starts talking with you, and you pray that she doesn't notice how your eyes keep trying to drift down to her chest.
(She does, and she's very pleased that her plan is working)
The third time you see them is when she corners you in her bedroom after watching a movie with her. You'd started cuddling, in a completely platonic way, of course. Wanda had shown you plenty of her favorite sitcoms, and you'd started sharing your favorite movies with her in return. She'd finally snapped after your hand had been 'innocently' rubbing her thigh for the better part of an hour, pressing you against the headboard of her bed and sitting in your lap. You were beet red, your lips parted and eyes wide as she pulled her shirt off in one smooth motion.
"I've noticed how much you like my piercings," she says, smirking at you with dark eyes. You feebly nod, and she guides one of her nipple towards your lips.
God, if you thought the sight of them was appealing, the taste of her nipples and the metal rod rolling around on your tongue had you in absolute shambles. You tease her for hours, your hands and lips constantly touching her poor nipples, until she cums from the overwhelming stimulation.
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like??? GOD she's so hot omg i want emo!Wanda with nipple piercings NWEOW good LAWD i need her carnally
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hopelesslygaysstuff · 18 days ago
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October 18 - Angry Sex
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pairing: dom!Wanda x sub!Reader
summary: Wanda sees you at Kamar-Taj, taking what's hers.
content warnings: fingering, cunnilingus, choking
word count: 2.2k+
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You groan, your body aching and weak. The taste of dust lingers in the air, coating your tongue with each breath you take. You can hear soft footsteps crunching, and lower your forehead back onto the ground. 
The footsteps stop, inches away from you. A strong hand tangles with your head, wrenching your head up. 
Green eyes, the same ones you fell in love with. The same green eyes you’d grown to hate. They hold the same cold look in them that you remember so well. 
“Wanda,” you spit, your voice weak and raspy. It hurts to talk, but you refuse to show it. It won’t do you any good to show weakness. 
She smiles, a dark look on her face as she observes you. You can see a hint of malice behind her eyes, her headpiece glowing slightly as fire burns behind her. 
“You destroyed my home,” you say, your tone biting. 
“And you were foolish enough to stand against me,” Wanda responds, her voice soft. You don’t mistake her tone for weakness, sensing the power behind her words. 
You just scoff, not denying her words. It was the truth, and you knew better than anyone how incredibly naive it was to stand against the Scarlet Witch. Deep inside, you felt a tendril of hurt rise within you at the cold, detached look on her face. 
Wanda’s eyebrows raise, and you instantly curse yourself. Of course, you’d forgotten that she could read minds. The sneaky witch. She always managed to use that against you.
“I’m starting to… realize something,” she begins, speaking her thoughts out loud. You’re powerless to stop it, your arms weak as your fingers scrabble in the dirt for purchase. Her grip tightens in your hair as you squirm. “I came here for America, for her power, but now…” 
She trails off, her gaze sharpening as she looks at you. She speaks, her tone cold. “I hate you for leaving me.”
You let out a weak chuckle, your eyes closing in pain as her fingers tighten harshly. Looking back up, you twist your head until you meet her eyes. “I hate you for always choosing power over me.”
Anger washes over Wanda’s perfect features, and you feel a flicker of fear as her magic reacts. It spins around her violently, but surprisingly, doesn’t touch you. You try to read her eyes, like you used to, but find her expression closed off and… different. 
Maybe it’s been too long. Maybe you don’t truly know her anymore. 
A flash of hurt appears in her gaze, and you close your eyes briefly. Right, you’d forgotten that she could read minds. Again. 
“Are you going to kill me, then?” 
Wanda’s face remains stony, sensing the sincerity in your question. She feels rage, sadness, and… longing? 
Her jaw clenches, her eyes cold as she looks down at you. “No,” she says, her voice low. “I’m going to get closure.”
Before you can ask what she’s talking about, her hand grabs you, her eyes glowing red. You blink in surprise, her fingers digging into your arm painfully as scarlet magic swirls around you, confusing your senses and warping your reality. It swirls between you and Wanda, your vision blurring as you focus on breathing, her painful grip on your arm grounding you slightly as her magic collides with you. 
You land on a hard stone floor, your elbow cracking painfully as you awkwardly twist. The first thing you register is Wanda’s figure, striding away from you. The second thing is the aching, bitter chill that seeps past your robes and into your bones. 
Turning your head, you see a frozen wasteland beneath you. Scrambling back from the ledge, you feel your heart race as you realize that you’re high up in a tower somewhere, with no apparent means of escape. 
Flexing your fingers, you realize that Wanda has taken your sling ring, your ability to perform spells greatly diminished without it. You close your eyes for a moment, sighing as you steel yourself. 
“Wanda,” you call out, standing slowly as you cradle your elbow. 
You find her further into the tower, past a giant statue of herself and through a small door. You can’t help but admire the tower as you descend further, following the scarlet wisps of magic that seem to lead you. She has her back turned towards you, her fingers tracing the spine of a book you recognize. 
“The darkhold,” you spit. “Of course.”
Her blackened fingers halt their movements, her head twisting as she looks at you. A scarlet glow fades from her eyes, her expression cold as she turns to fully face you. 
“The darkhold…”
“I know,” you sigh, sinking into the couch provided. It looks like you’re in a library, the tomes duty but the room is well lit. “It’s the only way you can find your children, I’ve heard it a thousand times, Wanda.”
With steady footsteps, she makes her way towards you, eyes blazing. “That book is the only chance I have to reunite my family.”
“That’s not true,” you retorted, watching her approach with wary eyes. 
“You don’t know that,” Wanda hisses, her face contorted in anger. There’s something else in her expression, but you can’t quite place it. She reaches the couch, her hand reaching out and twisting the collar of your robes. 
“An ancient, known evil artifact is not going to bring your children back, Wanda,” you say, ignoring her closeness. The last thing you ended right now was to get flustered. “It’s a painful, dangerous path that not many return from.”
Wanda leans in, her eyes wide and wild. It sets you on edge, and you quickly rise and shove her away. She just chuckles, her scarlet magic swirling around her fingertips as she advances on you. 
“You foolish, naive little sorcerer,” she hisses, her eyes darkening as you slowly inch backward. 
“I’m the foolish one? You’re the one who just wiped out most of Kamar-Taj and made yourself public enemy number one,” you hiss, feeling your back press against the bookshelf. 
“Aww,” Wanda coos, “It almost sounds like you care.”
She steps closer, and you let your hands reach behind you for…. anything really. You find nothing but dusty, old books. 
Wanda’s eyes are triumphant as she steps into your space, one of her hands twisting with the collar of your robes as the other firmly presses your hip into the bookshelf. Your elbow grazes something hard, and you wince in pain, your breaths shaky as you watch her. 
“If you think I care about you, then you-” 
You’re cut off as Wanda leans in, her lips pressing against yours and slotting perfectly against your mouth. Losing focus, you let your words die as your lips remember the shape of hers. 
Fuck. Her lips feel amazing, her tongue swiping over yours as you feel her teeth bite down on your bottom lip, a groan escaping your treacherous throat. Her hand moves to press against your neck, her fingers digging in. The hand on your hip squeezes, and you suppress a whine at the arousal that floods you. 
Her body is pressed flush against you, her thigh slipping between yours as you feel your body heating up. You put your hands up, intending to push her away, but find them tangling with her hair instead. 
“Fuck you,” the words escape quickly, your face angry as Wanda pulls away slightly. 
“Oh, I intend to,” she whispers, leaning in. Your hands tighten in her hair, and she moans into your ear. “Fast, and rough… just the way you like it.”
You shudder at her words, your reaction causing Wanda to smile against your cheek. She wastes no time, dipping her head and harshly sucking hickeys into your neck while you squirm beneath her. Your fingers are harshly pulling at her hair, simultaneously pushing her away and holding her against you. 
It’s like you can’t make up your mind, your chest heaving as you begin to rut your hips against her thigh, your emotions swirling. 
You hate Wanda Maximoff. But she feels so… fucking… good against you with her hot tongue, insistent lips, and long fingers squeezing you in all the right places. 
“How dare you leave me,” she mutters, her voice low as she nips and sucks down your neck, pulling your robes to the side to leave bruises on your collarbones. You feel your robes slide off, her hands grabbing the fabric and roughly pulling it off you. 
The sharp point of her headpiece digs into your neck as she sucks at your skin, and you breathe deeply. Her vanilla scent fills your nose, and you hate the way your hips buck harder in response. Your fingers are tangled with her soft, auburn hair, and you stroke it gently for a moment before pulling harshly.
“Don’t hate me for protecting myself,” you snarl, pushing her slightly. 
Wanda’s green eyes fill with anger, desire swirling in her irises as she pushes you roughly into the bookshelf, pinning your hips with her own. She reaches up to grab your throat, her fingers flexing as she watches your face contort while she cuts off your air supply. 
“Do not talk back to me, you ungrateful little brat,” she says, her voice low and dangerous. She leans in, her tongue dragging over your jaw and cheek as you struggle weakly against her. “Don’t forget who has all the power here.”
She lets you go, watching as you slump back against the bookshelf. Your legs give out, and you drop to your knees while you pant and catch your breath. 
“Ah,” she smirks, tilting your chin up with one finger. “This is a familiar sight.”
You narrow your eyes, glancing down her body. You can’t hide the desire you feel, even as your anger pumps hotly through your veins. As you take her in, you wonder if she tastes the same. 
“Why don’t you find out?” Wanda whispers, and you close your eyes as you remember (again) that she can read minds. 
Watching with restrained want, you feel your core grow hot as she sheds her Scarlet Witch outfit, her magic whirling around and practically melting the fabric off her skin. She’s… beautiful. 
Wanda’s hand touches the top of your head, grabbing your hair and wrenching your head back to force your eyes up. “Show me if that mouth of yours is still talented, or if you’ve wasted your gift,” she says, her eyes dark. “Open your mouth.”
You obey, feeling your body weakening with every minute. It's no use to fight now, you’ll lose in seconds. Besides… you weren’t going to lie and say you weren’t enjoying this. 
A glob of saliva lands on your tongue, and you swallow at Wanda’s command, shuddering as you feel your headspace become fuzzier. 
Wanda’s nude form stands before you, her stance strong and her body somehow looking more perfect than the last time you saw her. You can see her glistening folds, and your tongue rubs along your bottom lip as you look up at her. 
Desperation swirls in your irises, your anger slowly fading as she presses herself against your face. 
“Lick,” she commands, her voice soft as her hand moves to grab your hair. 
You obey, your tongue flattening as she gazes coldly down at you. You feel your anger rising again at the look in her eyes, so you wrap your lips around her clit and suck. 
It’s harsh, her clit throbbing in your mouth as she loses her composure and moans, her other hand slamming into the bookshelf to support her trembling legs. It spurs you on, your tongue swirling around her clit as you apply strong suction with your lips. 
“Fuck,” she groans, her accent slipping out.
You want to see her crumble. You want to see her composure break as she cums from your mouth. You want… you want her to finally let you past the walls she’s built up around her, the same ones she’s started building during your relationship. 
Bringing your hands up, you thrust two fingers in her wet heat, curling them as she moans loudly, her head thrown back as books topple down around you. You can sense her losing control, her orgasm imminent. 
Looking up, you watch her neck muscles strain with need, her fingers gripping your hair painfully as she rocks her hips against you. 
Moaning against her, you watch as she comes undone, her orgasm washing over her. Wanda moans, Sakovian curses streaming from her lips as she shudders, her clit throbbing between your lips. You watch, sadistic glee filling you as tears roll down her face at the unrelenting pressure of your lips and tongue against her. 
“Wait,” she moans, her hips still bucking against your face. Her fingers grip you tightly, holding your face against her, trying to draw out the pleasure coursing through her. 
Smirking, you continue to suck, your tongue moving quickly as you watch her quiver, her expression open and wanting. Another, smaller orgasm rips through her, the moans sounding out turning into soft whimpers as she rides out the last bits of pleasure on your lips. 
Eventually, she tears herself away, her chest heaving as she looks at you with lidded eyes. She twists away, taking a moment to compose herself as you pant and sag against the bookshelf. 
“Glad to see you haven’t changed in some ways,” you say. 
Wanda turns to you, lifting your chin up with her fingers and gripping your jaw painfully. Her eyes are dark, her pupils blown as she searches your face, glancing down at your swollen, glistening lips. She smirks, and you shudder at the dark look on her face. 
“Your turn.”
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hopelesslygaysstuff · 9 days ago
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October 27 - Somnophilia
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pairing: dom!Wanda x sub!Reader
summary: Wanda uses you while you're asleep.
content warnings: cunnilingus, fingering, overall warnings for somno lol
word count: 1k+
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comments and reblogs are always appreciated! happy reading ♡
A/N: Any scene or kink with dubious consent should be discussed before actually participating in the kink or scene.
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Warm, you were dreaming of something warm. Vague flashes of red seep into your dream, and you smile. It smells like vanilla, and your heart flutters as you feel a comforting weight against you. 
It’s soft, and it feels like… like a fuzzy sort of… blanket.
You nuzzle further into your pillow, reaching to grab the blanket. You can’t quite seem to get it. Frowning, you reach again. 
Reaching… reach… ing…
Your eyes fly open as your heart jumps. You can feel it pounding in your chest, the darkness of the room throwing you off, and your arms feel weird. They’re not in a normal position, instead, they’re stretched above your head and…
“Wanda?” You whisper, tugging at the soft rope restraining your wrists to the headboard. As you begin to wake up more, you notice that your legs are spread under the covers. You try to close them, and feel solid muscle between your thighs. 
Oh, fuck.
Your arousal is smearing over your wife’s face, her strong tongue swirling around your clit as you begin to understand why you’d felt so warm in your dream. Her lips provide a suction, your hips bucking into her face slightly at the stimulation. 
Gasping, you catch your breath as Wanda pulls away slightly. You can feel her lips against your sensitive core as she speaks. 
“Go back to sleep, baby. Let Mommy have her fun, I like you all pliant like this.”
You nod, your mind relaxing at the thought. You were pretty tired, and Wanda was just slowly licking and sucking, just enough to make you feel good but not enough to get you really worked up.
“Why the restraints,” you ask, your words mumbled slightly as your eyes fall shut again. You can feel the sleepiness trying to take over, and fight it as Wanda presses a kiss against your slick core. 
“I don’t want you fighting back, darling.” Is all she says, before she resumes her gentle movements. 
That sounds perfectly fine to you, so you just hum sleepily and let the fog in your brain take over. You’re vaguely aware of pleasure as it fills your body, involuntary whimpers falling from your lips at the soft stimulation. You dangle at the cusp of truly asleep and hazily awake, content and absolutely needy. 
At some point, Wanda slips her fingers inside you, slowly curling them as she enjoys the way you leak around them. She can feel your walls squeezing, even in your sleepy state, trying to draw out more pleasure as she slowly works you up. 
Her tongue circles your clit, her lips smeared with your arousal as she eagerly laps it up. It thrills her, knowing that you can’t do anything about the pleasure she’s giving you. Wanda loves knowing that you trust her so completely, that you’ll give your body and pleasure to her even when you’re not fully conscious. It’s utterly addicting.
Your face is relaxed, and Wanda marvels at how peaceful you look. Your lips are parted slightly, little noises escaping you with each flick of her tongue. The soft rope around your wrists sways slightly as you position yourself in your sleep, your eyes closed and cheeks flushed. Your hips squirm slightly, moving under her soft grip, the flesh on your waist stretching as Wanda digs her fingers in slightly to keep you still. 
God, you’re so responsive, so needy for her, even in your sleep. 
Wanda continues to suck on your clit, her tongue occasionally moving down to lick up your juices before returning to swirl around the hard nub. She could genuinely play with you like this for hours, knowing that you were asleep and still reacting so perfectly for her. 
At that thought, Wanda begins to suck harder. It had always been one of her fantasies to make you cum while asleep, your body reactive and willing to orgasm even though your mind was elsewhere. The power she would hold, knowing that she could work your body up so much that you fell over the edge for her without you ever knowing? It was too good to pass up.
Wanda’s fingers curled again, pressing slightly deeper inside you as you let out a pitiful whine. Her eyes flick up, ensuring that you were still asleep, your chest rising and falling steadily as you squirmed slightly. 
Emboldened, Wanda slowly pumps her fingers in and out of your eager, leaking hole. Her lips wrap around your clit and suck harder, your breaths hitching in pleasure as you mumble incoherently under your breath. 
She wants to watch you fall apart. 
Moving her fingers a bit rougher, Wanda works you up. She can tell just from your body’s reactions that you’re close. Your thighs squeeze around her, your fingers twitching as your hips buck up of their own accord. Your chest rises and falls slightly faster, your heart rate beginning to pick up as your orgasm creeps closer. 
Watching closely, Wanda smirks when she sees your eyelids flutter. Your heart rate must be higher than normal if you’re waking up, so she sucks harder as she roughly curls her fingers. She has limited time to make you cum, and she wants you to wake up confused, desperate, and moaning in pleasure.
Fuck. 
The pleasure takes over your whole being, your mind aglow with vivid colors and sparks behind your eyelids before you gasp and open your eyes. Your muscles clench as you wake up, your mind focusing quickly at the feeling of your orgasm coursing through you, Wanda’s lips still attached to your sensitive clit. 
“Wanda…” you manage, cutting yourself off with a moan at the thought of her eating you out while you were asleep. 
“Go back to sleep, darling,” Wanda murmurs, her green eyes glinting in the darkness, your mind already succumbing to the wave of tiredness that washes over you. 
“I’ll be right here, just let Mommy play with you,” Wanda murmurs, watching your eyes close as she smiles. She can feel her own arousal building at the sight of you so innocent and trusting, your body going limp as you begin to fade back into the comforting call of unconsciousness.
“Go back to sleep.”
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hopelesslygaysstuff · 8 months ago
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pairing: wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff x fem!reader
summary: your girlfriend eats you out while your other girlfriend restrains you. all in the name of love and making you cum, of course
content warnings: smut, restraints, cunnilingus, overstimulation.
word count: 1.6k+
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Stay Still
“Good girl, spread those legs for me.”
Wanda’s soft voice sounds from behind you, one hand stroking your stomach as the other plays with your nipples. You can practically feel her smile as she speaks, her lips brushing your neck and sending goosebumps down your spine. 
There’s a soft flush that spreads from your cheeks towards your chest, a warm feeling overtaking you at the soft touches. You can feel Wanda’s red hair brushing your shoulders as she paces feather-light kisses along your collarbone and neck. Her hands continue to stroke your skin, playing with your nipples gently as you feel yourself relax further against her.
A whine sounds out, and you’re surprised when you realize it fell from your lips. Attempting to twist around, you plead with your eyes as Wanda chuckles into your neck. Your hands flex, gripping the sheets tightly as you take in a few deep breaths. It would be embarrassing to lose your cool this early in the night. 
“Aww, is somebody needy?” Natasha’s hands grip your thighs, your head whipping back toward her at the firm touch. She begins to pull your legs apart, and you're helpless to stop her. Fuck the embarrassment, you’ve never seen a hotter sight, and you’re pretty sure you’ve started to drool. 
Dark green eyes take in your glistening pussy, your arousal smearing and running over your inner thighs. Natasha’s tongue wets her lips as she glances up towards Wanda, a smirk forming. You can smell her cinnamon perfume, the scent causing your head to go slightly fuzzy with need. 
It wasn’t your fault you were so worked up, truly. Your girlfriends had treated you to a wonderful dinner, with romantic candles and all. Then, the teasing touches and hungry eyes had started, and you had unraveled into a desperate mess from there. Dinner had started hours ago, and they were only touching you now. 
So yeah, no wonder you were so fucking horny. 
Every time you close your eyes, all you see is two pairs of green eyes, one a slightly lighter shade, staring at you. Their pupils are blown, eyes dark as their gazes linger over your form with a desperate look in them. You force your eyes open, thrusting yourself back into the present moment.
Your eyes wander over Natasha’s semi-nude form, taking in her skin appreciatively. She’d taken off her dress shirt, the soft fabric of her bra teasing your thigh as she bent over. Her arm’s flex as she pulls your legs as wide as they’ll go, and you try not to think about biting down on those muscles as you tear your eyes away from her. 
Out of the two, Wanda will definitely go easier on you. She is never able to withstand your puppy eyes for very long. 
“Mommy,” You begin, turning your head. You’ve made your voice breathy, a whine at the end of your words. A firm hand on your jaw stops you, Wanda’s fingers gripping tightly as she forces your eyes back towards Natasha. 
“No, honey,” You can hear the smirk in her voice, and resist the urge to pout. “Watch Nat, she’s going to make you feel really good.” 
Well, fuck. It seems that they’ve learned all your usual tricks for when you want to get your way. What a shame.
Natasha’s eyes are hot, watching you intently when you reluctantly turn your gaze toward her. You can’t help but lick your lips, watching her mirror the action as her hands begin to glide up your legs. Your clit throbs, anticipatory pleasure shooting through you as you feel yourself begin to drip. 
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Natasha’s voice is low, the rasp causing you to hold back a moan. You shake your head, lips sealed in an effort to not sound as desperate as you feel. 
One of Wanda’s hands snakes up your body, fingers grazing your jaw before they find your lips. You try to resist, only for a moment, before the sharp squeeze of her other hand on your nipple causes you to gasp. 
Quickly, Wanda’s fingers make their way inside your mouth. The weight of them rests on your tongue, your lips automatically wrapping around them and sucking, a low moan reverberating in the back of your throat. 
The sudden pleasure of Natasha’s strong tongue surprises you, your clit aching beneath her ministrations. Her dark green eyes peer up at you, focusing on the fingers slowly moving between your lips. 
A single strand of saliva connects Wanda’s fingers and your tongue, your lips parted as you pant. “Please…”
A chuckle sounds out from behind you, but you don’t care how pathetic you sound. “Please mommy, I want your fingers… fuck.” You’re interrupted by your own moan, electrifying pleasure shooting through you. 
Natasha chooses that exact moment to wrap her lips around your clit and suck. Her hands grip your thighs as you attempt to close them, and Wanda moves quickly to hold your wrists down as your back arches. 
You can’t escape the pleasure, no matter how hard you try. With Wanda’s hold on your upper body and Natasha's iron grip on your thighs, the only thing you can do is moan and roll your hips against her strong tongue.
Wanda grabs the soft cuffs she’d laid out earlier, gently strapping your wrists together behind your back. You would protest, but the only thing you're able to do is moan and whine, Natasha’s tongue unrelenting against you. 
Nimble fingers make their way back to your nipples, twisting and pinching as your breaths begin to turn into pants. Soft lips and sharp teeth sink into your neck, leaving dark bruises all over the delicate skin. Wanda’s lipstick smears all over your neck and collarbones, her tongue gliding along your sweaty skin as you rut your hips up as far as you can. 
“Look at our girl,” Natasha says, taking a break and using two fingers to rub quick circles over your clit. She spits, the sound jarring as she mixes her saliva and your arousal in order to rub you quicker. 
You wish she’d fuck you, curling those long fingers deep inside you. Your thoughts are interrupted by Natasha’s words. 
“Such a good little thing, so desperate for release. Isn’t that right? Want me to make you cum?” Natasha smiles at you as she speaks, her teeth sharp and eyes dark. 
You nod quickly, a moan tearing from you as Natasha thrusts two fingers deep inside you at the same moment that Wanda cards her fingers through your hair and pulls your head back roughly. Biting down on your pulse point, Wanda sucks harshly as you release a throaty moan. Natasha’s tongue returns to your clit, circling around it quickly and bringing your orgasm close to the surface. 
Words flow from your trembling lips, your back arching as the pleasure and pressure of your impending orgasm rise. You hear yourself pleading, begging almost as blood rushes toward your head and makes your ears ring loudly. 
Natasha’s fingers curl just right, and coupled with Wanda’s lips incessantly against your sensitive neck, your orgasm crashes over you before you have time to ask for permission. Your whole body shudders, thighs trembling around Natasha’s head as Wanda holds your thrashing hips still. 
The lips and tongue stimulating your clit don’t stop, the aftershocks of your orgasm still shooting through you as pleasure builds again. Wanda’s hands are back on your nipples, twisting and pinching while you attempt to slip your wrists out of the restraints she’d secured.
Again, your orgasm builds. The dull throb of pleasure quickly turns sharp, your chest heaving as your muscles spasm through your climax. Wanda’s fingers pinch harder, another smaller orgasm cascading through you as you gasp and whine.
They don’t stop, your vision darkening in the corners as you tense, preparing to cum again. This time, it feels like wildfire licking at your sides, your clit throbbing sharply as your cum smears on Natasha’s chin. Wanda’s hands leave your over-sensitive nipples, one hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing lightly while the other gently strokes Natasha’s hair. 
“Good girl, taking everything we give you so well. Can you cum one more time for mommy? Don’t shake your head, I know you can,” Her hand squeezes tighter and you feel a smile form on your face. “Cum, now.” 
Wanda’s command sends you hurtling over the edge again, her vanilla perfume overtaking your senses as you shudder in her tight hold. Your breaths shorten, bright dots appearing in your vision as you watch Wanda’s hand push Natasha’s head away from you.
The last thing you see before darkness overcomes your vision is green eyes peering up at you while Natasha slowly removes her tongue from your clit, your arousal clinging to her lips. 
“Sweetheart? Can you open those pretty eyes for us?” Wanda’s accent filters through your ears, a small smile appearing on your lips as you open your bleary eyes. 
You’re wrapped around Wanda, her arms holding you tightly as you lay your head on her chest. Her legs are intertwined with yours, her fingers slowly running through your hair. You turn to see Natasha, the mattress dipping behind you as she hands Wanda a bottle of water. 
In her other hand there’s a warm, damp washcloth. You grumble slightly, not wanting to leave the comfort and softness of Wanda, but eventually open your legs. Moving quickly, Natasha cleans you up as best she can, before throwing the washcloth towards the bathroom to be picked up later. 
“Are you alright, detka?” Natasha asks, settling in behind you and spooning you. One arm wraps around your waist while the other reaches up to stroke Wanda’s face softly. 
Nodding, you smile as you feel Natasha press a soft kiss into your hair. You vaguely hear Wanda command you to close your eyes and rest, before your mind relaxes completely in a vanilla-cinnamon haze.
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hopelesslygaysstuff · 15 days ago
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October 21 - Ruined Orgasm
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pairing: dom!Wanda x sub!Reader
summary: Wanda punishes you by controlling your orgasm... then ruining it.
content warnings: restraints, vibrator
word count: 1.1k+
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“Wanda I swear to god-”
A laugh sounds out from behind you, and you sag slightly in your restraints as the vibrator pressed against you turns off. You’re standing, tied spread eagle to an x-cross, your hole leaking down against the toy. 
“Oh my poor pet,” Wanda says, her voice amused as she circles back around you. “If you want something you should ask nicely.”
Leaning in, she licks a long, wet strip from your collarbones to your ear, collecting your sweat on her tongue. You can’t help but shudder at the feeling, wanting her to touch you more. Her hands gently stroke your damp skin, her fingernails dragging over your trembling stomach and up to your hard nipples, tugging slightly and smiling at your responding groan. 
“You’ve been keeping me on edge for… hours,” you say, your voice strained as Wanda turns the vibrator on again. It’s on the lowest setting this time, your clit throbbing furiously at the stimulation. 
“And I’ll keep you like this for as long as I want,” Wanda’s voice is suddenly cold, and your eyes widen. “Remind me, pet. Why am I doing this?”
You open your mouth to speak right as Wanda turns the vibrator up again. A choked moan comes out instead of words, and you see Wanda smirk slightly. Her fingers tap your lips, a silent reminder to answer her question.
“You’re doing this because-”
“Ah ah,” she chides, turning the vibrator up again. “Use a proper sentence, I didn’t spend all that time training you just for you to forget it as soon as your slutty little brain turns off.”
You let out a whimper at that, fighting against the fuzziness threatening to overtake you as pleasure courses through you. Your words are slurred slightly together as you speak, your voice strained. “Mommy is punishing me because I broke a rule and came without permission this morning.”
“Exactly,” Wanda purrs, her hands gentle as they tease your nipples. “And Mommy was so nice this morning, letting you hump her thigh all sleepy. But you had to go and ruin it like a brat. Did I not train you well enough?”
“No,” your voice is slightly desperate now. “You trained me well I just… it was my fault, not yours. I just wasn’t thinking… getting too needy and forgetting my place.”
A wide smile breaks out on Wanda’s face. “That’s right,” she coos, her hand gently cupping your cheek. “You just need Mommy to do all the thinking for you, huh? Mommy is in charge of all your orgasms, so she’ll have to be stricter about when she lets you cum, isn’t that right?”
You nod, not quite knowing what she means but not wanting to disagree with her. 
“Good, because Mommy always knows what's best, doesn’t she?”
Nodding again, you watch her with wide eyes. You can feel an orgasm rising, and hold yourself extra still so she doesn’t notice. 
“Use your words.” Her voice is sharp. 
“Yes Mommy,” you speak hurriedly, noticing the way she glances down toward your hips. “You always know what’s best.”
Wanda doesn’t respond, simply nodding and turning the vibrator up a bit higher. Her fingers lightly trail over your stomach, feeling your muscles clenching in anticipation. Green eyes lock with yours, her eyebrows raising as she leans in, her lips mere inches from yours. 
“Beg.”
You let out a moan, your muscles beginning to shake. “Please, please let me cum. I need it, I-”
Cutting yourself off, you try to rut harder against the vibrator, feeling your orgasm coming quickly. It’s seconds away, you just need two… more…
Wanda turns the vibrator off, pulling it away from your hips as you groan in frustration. She smiles at you, the look in her eyes dark as she watches you pant as your pleasure fades. 
“You’ll have to do better than that,” she says, placing the vibrator back against your sensitive, aching clit. It feels even better than before, your hole leaking around the toy as Wanda begins to press it further against you. The pressure only serves to elevate the vibrations, making your nerves feel like they’ve been set on fire. 
You begin to speak again, but before you can get any words out, Wanda shoves her fingers in your mouth. The weight of them presses against your tongue, and you obediently close your lips around them and begin to suck. 
“I love it when you get like this,” Wanda murmurs, her eyes intensely focused on your face. She watches your eyes as they begin to glaze over, the vibrations increasing steadily against your most sensitive parts. “So obedient, so docile for me.”
The only thing you can do is moan in agreement. You love it when she treats you like this, when you get so needy and submissive that you become completely reliant on Wanda. The only thing on your mind is your orgasm, and you love that she has control over if and when you get to come. 
“Do you want to cum, baby?” Wanda’s voice is low and soothing. Her green eyes are warm when you manage to make eye contact. 
Nodding quickly, you moan around her fingers as she begins thrusting them in and out of your mouth. The vibrator speeds up, the stimulation feeling perfect against you. The feeling of your orgasm looms, and you resist the urge to hump the toy like before, knowing that Wanda would disapprove. 
Smiling, Wanda turns the vibrator all the way up, loving the way you throw your head back and groan. You’re close, she can tell, but she doesn’t want you to get the satisfaction of an orgasm. No, she wants you to truly suffer, to truly understand how bad it was to cum without her permission. She wants to show you the kind of power she holds when she controls your orgasms. 
“Cum for Mommy,” she murmurs, her fingers flexing around the toy. She presses it hard against you, your clit throbbing and aching, the pleasure building up and up and up…
Your orgasm hits, your clit throbbing against the vibrator as you begin to spasm. As soon as the pleasure begins to pour through you, Wanda rips the toy away, stepping back. 
She watches with sadistic glee as you squirm and thrash in your restraints, your clit throbbing uselessly as your orgasm is ruined. You leak down your inner thighs, tears of frustration running down your face. All pleasure fades, your body tired from the hours of build-up, only to have it ruined at the last second. 
“That was fun,” Wanda says, and you scowl in disagreement. “Ah ah, no more attitude from you, darling. You just earned yourself another ruined orgasm.”
Another one?
Fuck.
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hopelesslygaysstuff · 12 days ago
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October 24 - Enchanted Strap
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pairing: sub!Wanda x dom!Reader
summary: Wanda tries a new spell.
content warnings: strap-on, blowjob
word count: 1k+
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“Hey,” you say, dragging out the end of the word as you walk towards where Wanda is seated on the couch. She sets her book down as you approach, smiling up at you as you gently sit down on her lap, draping yourself over it. 
“Remember the spell I asked you about?” 
Wanda chuckles at that, her cheeks growing slightly pink. She nods, biting her lip as her hand slowly rubs your thigh. 
You smile back at her, one of your hands coming up to cup her cheek, loving the way she nuzzles into it. Your fingers gently stroke her soft skin, moving to tuck her hair behind her ear. Truly, you were lucky to have Wanda as a girlfriend, and the fact that she was a witch only made you love her more. 
She’d been nervous to tell you at first, but your eyes had lit up and you’d cupped her jaw and told her to show you more in that commanding, breathless tone of yours. Wanda didn’t have the willpower to deny you, so she’d demonstrated her powers for you as you’d watched with child-like glee, your eyes wide and hands still gentle and loving when you touched her. 
You were the first person she’d ever told about her powers, and she couldn’t have been luckier to have you. 
“I want you to use it,” you say, your fingers moving to play with a few strands of her auburn hair. 
Wanda blushes harder at that. God, she gets so adorably shy. It's one of the most endearing things about her, truly, you love it. Her hands move slightly quicker against your thigh, and you can practically hear the thoughts spinning around in her mind. 
“Now, love,” you say, dropping your voice lower as you stand. Holding out a hand, you help Wanda up from the couch, smiling at the quiet ‘yes, darling’ that she responds with. 
You watch her walk toward the bedroom, shamelessly admiring her silhouette. Feeling yourself growing wet, you sink back onto the couch with a slight groan. Picking up Wanda’s book, you make sure to save her spot before setting it on the coffee table and stretching out on your stomach. 
The urge to rut your hips and grind into the cushion is strong, but you refuse to be caught in such a position. You could control yourself, you weren’t some… animal that just gave into their urges on a whim. But, you were pretty sure that wouldn’t last long tonight. 
After some time, Wanda calls your name from the bedroom. You feel your heart rate jump in anticipation, the heat between your thighs becoming almost unbearable. 
You slowly walk toward the room, steeling yourself as your nerves spike with excitement. The room is dark when you enter, a single lamp illuminating Wanda’s figure as she sits on the edge of the bed. She’s holding something in her hands, and you smile at her as you close the door behind you. 
“Put it on me, sweetheart,” you murmur, stepping further into the room. 
“Come here then,” Wanda says, her voice only slightly shaky as she commands you. A slight chuckle escapes you before you raise an eyebrow at her and move to stand directly in front of her. 
Her hands tremble slightly as she raises the harness to your hips, the dark red strap-on looking absolutely perfect in the dim lighting. God, you really hoped this spell worked. 
“I said the incantation correctly, so just… let me know what you’re feeling, okay?” Wanda says softly, her hands quickly securing the straps around your hips and thighs. 
You let your hands run through her hair as she works, your fingernails scraping against her head slightly. Feeling her tighten the last strap, you watch her lean back to admire her handiwork.
“Well,” you say, tilting your head. “Go on.” 
Wanda looks at you with wide, hungry eyes. Her pupils are already blown, and you know that she’d probably worked herself up just by enchanting the dildo. Sliding off the bed, Wanda gets on her knees in front of you, her hands coming up to rest on your hips. 
“Suck it.”
Obeying, Wanda wraps her lips around your strap, and that’s when you feel it. 
Oh. God. 
The sensation of her lips and tongue swirling around the tip of your strap causes your knees to buckle. Wanda’s strong hands support you, spinning you around until you’re seated on the edge of the bed, your hands gripping the comforter tightly. 
Emboldened by your reaction, Wanda takes you further into her mouth, loving the way you moan and buck your hips. One of your hands moves to grip her hair, the painful sensation causing her to moan. 
Everything happens all at once. Her moan vibrates against your strap, and the added sensation causes your orgasm to wash over you. It’s powerful, and you lose control slightly as you fuck yourself further into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. 
Wanda’s fingers dig into your hips, but you hold her head painfully still as you spasm and jerk, your orgasm causing all of your muscles to lock up. Her pitiful whines and choked sounds cause another, smaller orgasm to wash over you, and you pant as she takes you further down your throat. 
The sensation of Wanda’s head bobbing up and down your strap sends your brain into overdrive. You finally feel the aftershocks hit, the peak of your orgasm fading as pleasure continues to roll through you. 
“Fuck,” Wanda chokes, finally pulling her mouth free from your strap. She licks the tip, smiling at the way your hips jerk in response. “That was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.”
A half moan, half chuckle escapes you. 
Slowly, you pull Wanda into a standing position, ignoring the way your over-sensitive strap jerks when her thigh touches it. You want this night to be perfect, and you want to show Wanda just how proud you are of her new enchantment. 
“Lie down for me, love,” you murmur, already looking forward to the feeling of her soaked core sliding against your strap. God, you can’t wait to sink into her and fuck her while feeling her around you. 
“I’m gonna make you feel real good.”
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hopelesslygaysstuff · 16 days ago
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October 20 - Mask Kink
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pairing: dom!Wanda x sub!Reader
summary: Wanda plays a game with you.
content warnings: strap-on
word count: 1.4k+
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“Wanda, this isn’t funny anymore,” you say, peering around the doorframe. You wish you could find a light switch, but it was a bit difficult with your hands handcuffed behind your back.
The hallway is dark, and you strain your eyes as you look for any signs of movement. Your mind is playing tricks on you, your head whipping around when a branch scrapes your window. Fuck, you were paranoid. 
“Wanda?” you call, your voice shaking slightly. 
It had been a stupid idea to suggest playing a game. Wanda had smiled at you and told you to close your eyes and hold still, surprising you by cuffing your hands behind your back. You’d quickly looked up, feeling her lips against your ear as she grabbed your waist and held you flush against her. 
“Let's play hide-and-seek, but if I find you before you find me… I get to have some fun.” Wanda had winked at you, before turning the light off and plunging you into darkness as you heard her footsteps retreat down the hallway. 
So now you were slightly terrified with wet underwear and an ache between your thighs. You could feel your heart racing in the silence, your breaths quiet as you attempted to slowly walk towards the main part of the house. 
A floorboard creaks. You jump, closing your eyes as a spike of fear races through you. Peering into the darkness, you find nothing, but the hairs on the back of your neck tell you that you’re being watched. 
“Wanda,” you whisper. “I don’t like this game anymore.”
You loved your girlfriend, truly. But sometimes she could be a bit… psychotic. No, maybe that wasn’t the right word. She sometimes got this look in her eyes that told you she was going to hurt you, and you would fucking love it. 
And truly, you always did love it. But, the anticipation and build up terrified you almost as much as it aroused you. 
A light footstep behind you causes you to break out in cold sweat, adrenaline coursing through you. With quick footsteps, uncaring of how loud you are, you race towards the living room. 
You hear a quiet chuckle sound out, feeling Wanda’s presence behind you as you stumble into the carpeted room, your hip hitting the arm of the couch. You wince, then gasp as a hand roughly grabs your waist. 
The room is dark, so you can’t see Wanda behind you as she pushes you onto the couch. She manhandles you onto your stomach, your groans sounding like music to her ears as she presses her body against yours, locking you into place. 
You can’t move, you can’t squirm away, and you can’t escape from underneath her. Fuck, the very thought makes you even wetter than before. 
Wanda’s hot breath hits the back of your neck, her voice sounding muffled when she speaks. 
“Caught you.”
You feel your body shudder at her words, feeling something hard pressing against your neck. Is she… wearing something? You remember her buying a Ghostface mask for her Halloween costume, your mind running miles per minute as you realize what she’s doing. 
“I have a question for you,” Wanda says, her hand tangling with your hair and jerking your head up. A pathetic whine escapes you at the action, and you stifle a moan when she grinds down against you. The hard length of her strap rubs against your ass, and you release a shuddering breath. 
“Do you like scary movies?” Wanda’s voice is low, dangerous. 
“N-no,” you whimper, hearing her chuckle behind you as her hand begins to roughly pull your sweatpants down. 
“Wrong answer,” she says, a pleased sound escaping her at the choked sob you release. You’re scared, but your ass is raising slightly as she rubs the tip of her strap against your pretty hole. 
“I can hear how wet you are,” Wanda groans, watching the way you try to grind yourself against the toy. “Beg for it.”
You twist your head, able to see her more clearly with the moonlight streaming in through the window. Her hands hold your waist, her auburn hair spilling out from the sides of the Ghostface mask. She tilts her head, and you blanch. 
“Please…”
“Do better,” she says, her voice hard. You watch her raise a hand, her palm connecting solidly with your ass as punishment. 
“Fuck, I-” you pant, feeling her hand coming down again. “Please fuck me. Just, let me take your strap, I need it. Fuck me hard as punishment for catching me.”
Wanda chuckles, her hand stopping and soothingly stroking your aching cheeks. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”
Without warning, she shoves the strap in. It hits all the right parts inside you, causing you to groan and bury your face into the couch cushion. You can feel her weight on top of you as she roughly fucks you, her hand gripping your waist tightly. 
“Ah ah,” she chides, one of her hands sliding into your hair and pulling your head back up. “Look at me while I fuck your slutty little hole.”
You moan at her words, watching her Ghostface mask as she roughly pumps her hips, her strap reaching deep inside you with each thrust. It's arousing, the thrill of being caught mixing with the arousal coursing through you. 
“Mmpphh, fuck…” you mutter, feeling your core tightening with each snap of Wanda’s hips. “Please, let me cum.”
“Hold it,” Wanda says, her voice like smooth butter as she somehow manages to fuck you harder. You can feel her hips slamming against your ass with each thrust, angling her own hips to fuck you deeper. The hand in your hair tightens again, the pain nearly sending you over the edge. 
“Wanda,” you groan, knowing you’re seconds away from your release. 
“You heard me,” Wanda growls, thrusting into you harshly. “Fucking hold it like a good pet.”
Moaning weakly, you feel Wanda’s hand move from your waist and under your body. Her fingers roughly circle your clit, pressing against it as she fucks you. Her fingers slide over it easily, your slick arousal making it nearly frictionless. 
You begin to thrust your hips in time with hers, panting as you watch her. Soft moonlight reflects off the Ghostface mask, and you feel more arousal shoot through you at the knowledge that Wanda is behind the mask. Somehow, it was even sexier knowing that she was there but you couldn’t see her. 
“You wanna cum?” Wanda asks, her head tilting again at your desperate nod. You can hear the cruel smile in her voice as she speaks, Go on then, fuck yourself on my strap and cum.”
With that said, she stops moving, the strap buried deep inside you. 
You pant, moving your hips up desperately in search of more pleasure. Her hand remains still, her fingers bumping against your clit with each rut of your hips. You wish you could use your hands as leverage, but they just twist uselessly in your restraints as you fuck yourself back on Wanda’s strap. 
“Is that truly the best you can do?” Wanda sounds amused, and you feel yourself clench around her strap at the humiliation. She can see how affected you are by her words, your pupils blown as you jerkily thrust your hips back to take more of her. 
Leaning down, Wanda’s auburn hair brushes against your neck as she whispers in your ear. “Scream for me, pet.”
You don’t get the chance to ask her what she means before her hand is rubbing fast, rough circles against your throbbing clit. She moves her hips, slamming her strap inside you repeatedly, setting a brutal pace as your mouth falls open. 
It doesn’t take long until you’re moaning and sobbing into the cushion, your orgasm wracking your body as Wanda fucks you roughly through it. She doesn’t stop, not until your body is spent and your voice is raw and hoarse from screaming, your hole sore and aching in the best way possible. 
Turning you around gently, you watch with glazed, tired eyes as she brags the bottom of her mask. Pulling it off, you smile at the sight of her green eyes and gentle smile. 
“You did so well for me, sweetheart,” she says, helping you up from the couch. 
You lean against her tiredly as she walks you to the bathroom. Wanda’s hands are gentle, a sharp contrast to the past hour of ruthless fucking. She showers you gently, rubbing lotion into your sore muscles after and helping you into bed. 
Right before you drift off, you nuzzle into Wanda’s neck, smiling as you speak. 
“The mask stays on.”
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hopelesslygaysstuff · 19 days ago
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October 17 - Degradation/Dumbification
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pairing: Step-Mother!Wanda x sub!Reader
summary: Your step-mother wants her little girl.
content warnings: slight intox
word count: 1.4k+
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“Sweetheart,” your stepmother calls, her voice echoing through the nearly-empty house. “Come here, I need your help.”
You sigh, contemplating ignoring her as your show plays on the TV. You set aside your popcorn reluctantly, stealing one last handful before pausing the show and slowly ambling toward the stairs. 
Mentally cursing your dad out for choosing to get a divorce, you climb the steps. Honestly, he couldn’t have chosen a worse time. You’d just arrived home for winter break, your mind mentally exhausted from a long semester, and he’d announced his plans to divorce your stepmother with two suitcases already in hand. 
So yeah, great start to the month that was supposed to be relaxing. You had already started looking at tickets back to your college state, but fuck they were expensive around the holiday season.  
“Darling?” Comes your stepmother's voice again, and you let out an impatient noise as you will your feet to move slightly faster. 
“I’m on my way, chill out, Wanda,” you call out, annoyance coloring your tone. Honestly, it’s like she had a spidey-sense for when you were finally relaxing or something. All you wanted was to watch your show until your brain rotted out of your ears, but you resigned yourself to the fact that you would most likely be helping Wanda with tasks for most of the break. 
Arriving at her bedroom door, you lean against the doorframe and cross your arms. Wanda is rummaging through a box, her back turned toward you. As you look her over, you feel yourself flush at the sight of her. 
Listen, you weren’t ashamed to admit that your stepmother was attractive. You weren’t immune to the allure of her soft, red hair or the way her breasts pushed against you when she hugged you. And fuck, her vanilla perfume drove you absolutely insane. 
There was one time that you’d snuck into her room just to spray her perfume on your pillow. You’d fucked yourself that night, burying your nose in your pillow while thrusting a dildo deep inside you until you’d cum with a whimper of her name. 
Shaking those thoughts away, you pray that your blush isn’t noticeable as you watch Wanda. She seems to be looking for something, bending over the bed as she removes items from the box. You have a pretty good view of her ass from this angle, and you allow yourself to look for about five seconds before you clear your throat. 
“Oh, sweetheart I didn’t see you there,” Wanda says, jumping at the sound. She turns to face you, her green eyes locked on your face as she awkwardly holds up a stuffed animal. 
You recognize it immediately. It was one of your childhood stuffed animals, a brown teddy bear that you’d named Fuzzy. 
“Where,” you step forward, gently taking Fuzzy in your hands as you step into Wanda’s space. “Where did you find him?”
Looking up, you blink. You hadn’t realized how close you were to Wanda, her green eyes soft as she looked at you. Her hand was still outstretched, gently petting the top of Fuzzy’s head, her fingers brushing lightly against yours. 
“I was going through some of the boxes in the basement,” Wanda’s eyes are sad for a moment, and you remember that your dad had lived in this house too with boxes of his own. She seems to shake herself out of it, smiling at you. “I found this one with your name on it and… I don’t know. I wanted to connect with you somehow.”
You immediately feel bad, knowing that you haven’t exactly been the best or easiest person to be around for the past week. You’d gotten so caught up in your own emotions surrounding the divorce and your dad’s apparent disappearance that you’d forgotten that Wanda was also hurting. 
“Well,” you begin, somewhat awkwardly. “This is a good start.”
Wanda smiles brightly at that, her hand moving from the stuffed animal to your shoulder. She rubs it for a moment, the action causing warmth to flood through your body as you fight a blush. 
“I’ll make us some dinner,” Wanda says, her hand removing itself. You hope you’re not imagining the reluctance in the action. “How do you feel about red wine?”
You feel… fuzzy. Your head feels like it's been stuffed with warm cotton, your hands petting your stuffed teddy bear softly while you lean against something warm. No, someone warm. 
Turning your head, you feel your eyebrows rise in surprise when you find Wanda’s green eyes mere inches from yours. You mentally shrug, leaning closer into her until you’re practically cuddling her. 
You feel your senses returning, numb and warm, but coherent. You’re on the couch, your arms wrapped around your stuffed animal as you lay practically on top of Wanda. Her arms are gentle around your waist, her warm breaths hitting your cheek as you inhale her vanilla perfume. 
“You’re adorable like this,” she whispers, and you feel yourself sobering up at her words. 
God, one glass of wine and all of a sudden you can’t think? Then again, you could never truly think properly around Wanda. Something about her just made you feel safe and cozy and… small?
You don’t even attempt to speak, simply smiling at her words and nuzzling into her neck. You can feel a flush spreading down your cheeks, and in the back of your mind you wonder if you should feel ashamed for cuddling up to your stepmother while she was in the midst of a divorce with your dad. 
Wanda’s lips press against the top of your head, and you immediately feel your guilt dissipate. Fuck your dad, this felt amazing. You’d been wanting Wanda’s hands on yours for as long as you’ve known her, and who were you to complain now that she was finally… caressing you… and…
Hands move against your waist, moving down further and cupping your ass slightly before moving back up. You almost think you’ve imagined it, until you register the fast beating of Wanda’s heart. You can hear it in her chest, and you feel your own breaths begin to quicken as arousal makes its way through your body. 
Taking a risk, you softly kiss her neck, feeling her breath hitch underneath your lips. You continue, letting the feeling of her soft skin under your lips and the gentle caress of her hands lull you into a fuzzy headspace. 
“Oh, my darling little girl,” Wanda murmurs, and you feel yourself slipping farther and farther and…
You stir, shaking your head in confusion. What was happening?
Wanda rests her hand on the back of your neck, moving your head down towards her chest. You can see her nipple straining through her shirt, and lick your lips before pausing. 
“Go on, baby. Suck Mommy’s nipples,” Wanda murmurs, and you feel a wave of fuzziness overtake you. You were so… warm and…
“My brainless little girl…” Wanda simpers, her voice low and velvety. “Go on, turn your brain off for Mommy, let her take care of you.”
Ah, yes, that sounded perfect.
Her hand pushes your head into her chest, and you feel your brain go blank as you mindlessly begin to suck on her nipple. It's soothing, your tongue swirling around her stiff peak while her hands move down and begin to move your hips. 
“My dumb little toy, so pliant for me,” she whispers, moving your hips to grind against her thigh. 
You feel good. So… fucking… good. Everything is warm and you can feel a pleasant ache between your legs and you’re humping your stepmother’s leg and her breast is in your mouth. Your hand moves up to fondle her over breast, your fingers rolling over her hard nipple as she groans. 
“That’s right… you just want to be Mommy’s dumb little girl, don’t you?” Wanda asks, and you nod eagerly. “You want to be Mommy’s little toy, here for me to play with whenever I want, and however I want, right?”
You nod again, your arousal building at the thought. God, that would be perfect. You wanted to stay like this forever. 
Wanda chuckles, and you realize that you mumbled your thoughts out loud. Her hand moves up to stroke your hair, lulling you deeper into that headspace. 
“Don’t worry, you’ll be my dumb little toy for a very long time.”
It sounds like a promise, and you nod. Yes. That sounded perfect. That’s all you wanted. Wanda smiled at your thoughts, pushing slightly harder with her magic, which had gone unnoticed by you. She felt your mind bend, and gave one last final push. 
Your mind broke completely, pliant and moldable. Perfect, and completely Wanda’s.
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hopelesslygaysstuff · 17 days ago
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October 19 - Aphrodisiac
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pairing: dom!WandaNat x sub!Reader
summary: Your girlfriends use you and give you a special treat.
content warnings: drug use (sort of), dildo, restraints, dubious consent
word count: 1.2k+
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“Hold her mouth open,” a strong, raspy voice sounds out.
You pull at the soft rope around your wrists, wishing that the headboard wasn’t made of metal. You’d really dug yourself in a hole, mouthing off and acting bratty all day. It wasn’t all your fault though, you had a big project due the next day that you’d wanted to complete, and your girlfriends had been… distracting. 
All day.
And you still have some work left to do tomorrow. You pull at the restraints again, feeling a gentle hand cup your cheek. 
“Just open your mouth, darling,” Wanda murmurs, her voice soft. It’s comforting, and you almost obey. Then you remember how mad you are. 
Gritting your teeth, you shake your head, feeling the blindfold slip slightly down your nose. Wanda sighs, her fingers quickly retying the knot and tightening the blindfold. 
“Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be,” comes Natasha’s voice, her hands coming down to wrap around your ankles. She holds them firmly, pressing your limbs against the mattress as Wanda’s hand snakes around to your nose. 
Pinching, Wanda shushes you as she cuts off your air. 
“Hush, darling. Just open that pretty mouth of yours… I have a special surprise for you. You’ll love it, I promise.”
You feel your lungs burn, the need to breathe becoming too strong to resist. Parting your lips, you suck in air, relief flowing through you as you feel Wanda pour liquid into your mouth.
You sputter, Wanda’s hand clamping down over your mouth as she instructs you to swallow. Her voice is melodic and low in your ear, wrapping around your thoughts and soothing your frantic mind. You swallow slowly, the liquid slightly salty and bitter as it slides down your throat. 
It warms you from the inside, settling in your stomach as Wanda removes her hand and takes the blindfold off of you. You can see her eyes gleaming with satisfaction, her fingers twisting the cap back onto a small bottle. 
You feel your mind become fuzzy, your eyes glazing over slightly. Your body feels… warm. And sensitive. So… fucking sensitive. Oh god, you were so needy all of a sudden. You feel the urge to cum, the itch to do whatever it takes to get sweet release. 
“Please…” you moan, and you watch through hazy eyes as Natasha and Wanda share a pleased look. 
“You want this, don’t you,” Natasha croons, her eyes sharp as she takes in your flushed face. She feels your muscles relaxing, your body pliant beneath her touch. Her hands softly slide up your thighs, a quiet moan escaping from your lips at the action. 
“So responsive,” Wanda murmurs, her lips brushing against your ear and trailing down your neck. You squirm at the sensation, your body heating up. Her hands squeeze your chest, her touch gentle and painful at the same time. 
Arching your back, you thrust your chest further into Wanda’s hands, a pathetic moan sounding out. Natasha chuckles, grabbing a dildo from the nightstand and pressing it against your dripping hole. 
“Beg.”
You begin to plead, your words slurred slightly. “Fuck me… please I need it. I wanna… wanna be filled up. Please just make me feel good,” you beg, your voice taking on a desperate edge. 
Wanda sticks her fingers in your mouth, and you smile as you begin to suck. God, there’s nothing you would rather be doing right now. The weight of her fingers against your tongue causes more heat to wrap around your core, your arousal slick as it drips down your inner thighs while you suck Wanda’s fingers with lewd noises.  
“Good job, pet,” Natasha says, pressing the toy slightly inside you. The pressure drives you wild, your hips attempting to buck up, her fingers digging into your skin to stop the movement. 
“Fuck her,” Wanda commands, her eyes locked on you. She can see the desperate flush spreading from your cheeks and down your chest, your nipples straining with need. “Don’t go easy, Natasha.”
With a smirk, your girlfriend obeys, slamming the toy deep inside you in a single thrust. She doesn’t give you any time to adjust, your walls squeezing in pleasure as she drags the toy out and roughly pushes it back inside you. 
Pain and pleasure bloom, overtaking your senses as you feel your arousal leaking out with each harsh thrust of the dildo. Wanda leans down, attaching her lips to one of your straining nipples, sucking as you moan at the stimulation. 
It quickly becomes overwhelming, and you beg as you strain against your restraints. 
“Please, oh fuck… please let me cum. I need to cum, please I’ll do anything I just… fuck me… harder please. Let me cum. I’m begging…” you plead, your voice breathy and high. You’re aware that you’re seconds away from whimpering, but you don’t particularly care. 
“Listen to that, Wanda,” Natasha says, her voice sounding amused. “The toy wants to cum… should we allow it?”
You feel Wanda’s moan as she lets your nipple go with an audible pop. You plead at her with your eyes, feeling your orgasm approaching as Natasha roughly fucks you with the dildo. 
Fuck, you’ve never felt this desperate before. This… brainless and horny. The only thing you want is to cum, to feel pleasure. You would be embarrassed, but the only thing you can think about is how close your release is. 
“Let her cum, Wanda says, and you sigh in relief. “But, don’t stop afterward.”
Your eyes widen as Natasha laughs, the sound low and dark. Fuck, was she really going to…
Natasha angles the dildo to hit that sensitive spot inside you perfectly, your orgasm rising quickly. Your breaths come in short gasps, your chest heaving as Wanda leans down as presses her lips against yours, her fingers circling your clit quickly. 
It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to hit. Pleasure cascades through you, your muscles clenching as you moan. It’s overwhelming in the best way, your body craving more even as your orgasm fades. You can feel yourself still wanting more, your body buzzing with arousal. 
Natasha notices, her eyes widening in delight. “Look Wanda, our pet wants more… how about you go get the vibrator. I want to see how many times they can cum in one night.”
You feel your mind fade into the fuzzy headspace you love, barely registering the way Wanda moves away from you. The only thing you notice is the incessant pleasure from her vibrator as she holds it against you. Natasha is still fucking you deeply with the dildo, her pace only increasing as you cum over and over again. 
And yet… your body craves more. 
“We should get more aphrodisiacs,” Wanda murmurs, her voice low as she gently kisses Natasha. “I think our little toy loves feeling like this.”
You nod quickly, the words registering in your brain as you cum again. 
Truly, it was perfect. You loved feeling like a toy, used for your girlfriends’ pleasure as your brain turned off. You loved being used, your body constantly craving more. If you could stay like this forever, you would be happy. 
Natasha slams the toy into you, the movement sharp and rough. “I think that's a wonderful idea, sweetheart.” 
Two pairs of green eyes peer down at your used, tired, needy body. Wanda and Natasha smile at you, their eyes dark as they watch you fall over the edge again. “Our toy is absolutely perfect like this.”
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hopelesslygaysstuff · 27 days ago
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October 09 - Impact Play
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pairing: dom!Wanda x sub!Reader
summary: Wanda spanks you and makes you cum.
content warnings: impact play
word count: 1.2k+
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Wanda’s cold fingers dance along your spine, feeling every vertebrae as she gently makes her way from your neck down towards your tailbone. You shiver, feeling goosebumps erupt in the wake of her touch. With your eyes blindfolded and head buried in a pillow, every touch is intensified, like small bolts of electricity that hum beneath your skin. 
“Comfortable?” Her voice is warm and low, murmured in your ear as you sigh. 
“Mhmm,” you mutter, your words accompanied by your uncoordinated nodding into the pillow. Wanda chuckles somewhere above you, her fingers still moving over your spine. 
Stretching out, you pull slightly at the handcuffs connecting your wrists. You were comfortable, safe even, in the knowledge that you were under Wanda’s control. Wherever she was in charge of a scene, you absolutely loved the loss of control and power. Handing over your body and freedom to her, even if only for an hour or two, felt freeing. 
“You’re so warm,” Wanda says, her fingers moving over your lower spine. You feel her lips press a kiss in between your shoulder blades, and your muscles relax even further. 
Cold fingers reach the end of your spine, and you gasp as her other hand moves to cup your ass. Wanda’s hands are firm, kneading your skin and muscle as you feel your arousal build while she fondles you. 
You hear the slap before you feel it, the sharp movement of air registering in your fuzzy mind. Pain blooms, a pleasant burning sensation that travels from where Wanda’s hand struck your backside down to your core. 
Fuck, you can feel yourself leaking. 
“So needy already, darling? That was only the first hit.” 
“I-” a hand shoves your face back into the pillow. 
“Did I say you could talk?” Wanda asks, her words sharp and voice slightly cold. 
Shaking your head, you breathe a sigh of relief when her hand removes itself from your head. Her fingers resume trailing over your lower spine, her other hand massaging the place where she’d landed her first blow. 
You wait for her to say something else, your body relaxing even as your mind waits for the next hit. Wanda’s hands are firm, pressing into your skin and rubbing away any knots she finds. She’s humming softly, the sound of her voice soothing. 
Again, without warning, Wanda’s hand quickly comes down. This time, she lands four hits, two to each cheek. The movement is so quick that you barely have time to register the pain before her hands are back to gently running over your sensitive flesh. 
You moan, the deep ache of plain quickly turning pleasurable as you resist the urge to grind your hips down into the mattress. 
Wanda keeps humming, and you can hear her smiling as she does. You wiggle your hips slightly, and you can practically feel the single eyebrow raise as her fingers pause their movements for a moment. 
“Is this your way of begging for more? Or is your body just that desperate to be played with, sweetheart?” 
You can’t respond, so you settle for whining and moving your hips once more. This time, the movement is more intentional, and Wanda chuckles at your boldness. Her hands move away from your body, and you tense slightly in preparation. 
Pain blooms from your ass, her hands hitting solidly as slaps echo around the bedroom. The rhythmic hits and pleasant ache increase your arousal and push you into a vanilla-scented headspace. You can feel yourself relaxing even more, something clicking into place in your mind as you fully submit to Wanda. 
There is a momentary pause, but you’re too spaced out to even realize it. After a few seconds, you register that the hits have stopped, and turn to look towards Wanda. Before your head can even lift off the pillow, you feel something hit your ass. 
It’s heavy, and the pain is a deep ache that spreads and twists through you while you leak onto the mattress. Wanda brings the paddle down again and again, making sure to hit both your cheeks evenly until your skin is bright red and tender to the touch. 
“Oh, darling. Your skin is so hot,” Wanda murmurs, her hands gently running over your red flesh. 
You moan, the feather-light touches of her fingers sending your senses spiraling into pleasure as you sink further into subspace. 
Wanda’s fingers move lower, gently running over your dripping pussy. She swirls her forefinger around your clit a few times, drawing desperate moans from you. You feel her lips pressing against your back as she kisses down your spine. 
“Your body craves pain, doesn’t it?” 
Nodding feebly, you rut your hips forward as Wanda begins to leave wet, open-mouthed kisses on your hot skin. Tingles of pain and pleasure course through you with each kiss, her teeth nipping at your skin occasionally. 
You hear a buzzing sound, and your brain starts working again. You want to protest, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth when Wanda firmly presses a vibrator against your throbbing clit is a pathetic moan. 
A sharp slap against your sensitive ass causes a yelp to force its way out of you. You feel Wanda’s hand gently rubbing the spot. 
“Color?”
“Mmpph… yellow.”
You hear Wanda humming behind you, her fingers trailing softly over your skin. She raises the intensity of the vibrator as she delivers a gentle slap on your abused skin. 
“What’s your color now, baby?”
“Green, thank you,” you say, moaning into the pillow as another soft hit makes contact with your ass. 
“I want you to cum in under ten hits, understand?” Wanda asks, and you nod. 
This is going to be difficult, but when you start humping the vibrator held firmly on your clit, Wanda doesn’t say anything. She simply chuckles at your desperation and clicks up the intensity once again. 
Her hand comes down again, a bit harder but not enough that the pain overtakes the pleasure thrumming through you. She keeps hitting you, and you count 4 hits before your orgasm begins to creep up on you. 
“Harder, please.”
This time, it’s Wanda who moans. Praises fall from her lips as she hits you firmly, and by the time she’s at nine hits, you’re trembling and shuddering as your orgasm hits. 
It’s painful and blissful at the same time, your skin burning as you feel your clit throb against the powerful vibrations. The wet sounds of your pussy leaking onto the toy only serve to move you further into the vanilla haze. You can hear Wanda saying something, but your ears are ringing too loudly to fully understand. 
A second, smaller orgasm hits you, and you try to escape from the painful stimulation. Wanda allows it, turning the vibrator off and quickly undoing your handcuffs. 
“You did so good for me, love. I’m so proud. Catch your breath and I’ll be back with some aloe vera, okay?”
She kisses your cheek, and you lay there with your eyes closed as you feel her body weight lift from the mattress. You can feel yourself slipping away, drowsiness overtaking your senses. The last thing you feel before you drift off is Wanda’s gentle hand soothing your burning skin, and you smile.
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hopelesslygaysstuff · 21 days ago
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October 15 - Orgasm Denial
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pairing: dom!Wanda x sub!Reader
summary: Wanda denies you when you're desperate for her.
content warnings: strap-on
word count: 1.1k+
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A long sigh escapes you, and you toss the book you’d been reading onto the floor. Honestly, when Wanda had decided to work from home today, you’d been excited at the thought of having her all to yourself. 
Unfortunately for you, she’d been busy in her office all day, shooing you out with sharp looks and a click of her fingers. 
You’d been left to fend for yourself and do your daily tasks with the knowledge that Wanda was in the next room over. It was hard not to distract her, especially since you’d been motivated to finish your tasks quickly. So now you were lounging around in the bedroom, attempting to focus on your book and failing, and bored out of your mind. 
Maybe you could go see if Wanda was still busy.
With a smile on your face, you leap to your feet and make your way toward her office. You make sure your footsteps are quiet, not wanting to disturb her too badly. The last thing you wanted right now was a punishment. 
You slowly open the door, admiring Wanda as she comes into view. Her head is down, her hand writing something in a notebook while she clutches her phone next to her ear. Someone is speaking, you can hear the tiny voice as she continues to write, throwing in an occasional ‘hmm’ or ‘uh huh’ as she listens. 
Taking a step into the room, you gently close the door. The slight sound of the latch clicking shut catches Wanda’s attention, her head snapping up. Those green eyes lock on yours, and you freeze with your hand still on the doorknob. 
Wanda purses her lips, pointing her pen towards the chair next to her desk, a silent command. You obey, your footsteps quiet as you slowly sink into the chair. You watch her as she begins to wrap up the conversation, impatience creeping into her tone. 
Boredom takes over again, your feet tapping against the floor. You can see Wanda’s eyes watching them, her brow furrowed slightly, so you force yourself to still. Being silent and stationary has never been one of your strong points. 
Murmuring her goodbyes, Wanda releases a sigh after hanging up the phone. 
“Yes, darling?” 
You smile, standing from your chair and making your way over to Wanda. She leans back in her chair, rolling it backward and patting her lap. Eagerly, you sit down, your smile freezing on your face when you feel the bulge in her pants. 
Fuck. You hadn’t realized she was packing. 
It feels like every synapse in your brain starts firing at the same time, the blood from your head rushing down and making your clit throb as arousal clouds your mind. 
“You haven’t been very patient today,” Wanda says, her hands moving to your hips and squeezing, a reminder to remain still. 
“I’m sorry,” you say, your response automatic. “I was just excited that you were home.”
Wanda smiles at that, before she leans in to kiss your neck softly. “Good, sweetheart,” she murmurs between kisses. “But you were very distracting.”
“I was?”
Nodding, Wanda trails her hands up your stomach and cups your chest, her thumbs moving over your already-hard nipples. “Yes, baby. Wearing such a slutty little outfit and teasing me all day has gotten Mommy feeling restless.”
Your mind goes blank, the feeling of her hands working up your body sending you into a haze. Her green eyes are locked on your chest, the low-cut top you’re wearing practically disintegrating beneath her gaze. 
Her hands slowly move underneath your shirt, moving the thin fabric up and over your head while you help her take it off. You went without a bra today, and you smile at the hitch in Wanda’s breath as she takes in your nude torso. 
“Fuck,” she whispers, and you feel her roll her hips up. You feel your clit bump against her bulge, and a breathy moan escapes you. 
Wanda’s eyes snap up to yours, her hands returning to your chest and squeezing while you arch your back. She maintains eye contact with you, and you watch her pupils dilate when your moans get slightly louder. 
“Beg for my strap.”
It’s a command, and you immediately open your mouth to respond. Her bulge is firmly against you now, and you grind down on it as the words spew from your mouth. 
“Please let me have your strap, I need it so badly. Oh, god I need it. I’ve been waiting all day, I even got all my tasks done before lunch. I just want your attention and your strap and… fuck. Please just fill me up, Mommy. Use me however you want to.”
Wanda smirks, “However I want?”
Nodding quickly, you feel desperation rise within you. You need her strap inside you. You’re pretty sure you’re soaking her pants with the amount of arousal leaking from you, but you don’t really care. Thank god you wore a skirt today, all you wanted right now was for Wanda to slide her strap deep inside you and fuck you until you couldn’t speak anymore. 
Shushing you, Wanda unbuckles her belt and slides the zipper down. You watch in anticipation as she pulls out her dark red strap, the thickness of it making your mouth water slightly. 
In one smooth motion, Wanda lifts you up and positions you over her strap. You moan as you sink down on it, the length hitting you perfectly as you feel yourself spasm in pleasure around it. 
“Hold on to my shoulders, sweetheart,” Wanda murmurs, and you obey. Your fingers grip her tightly, and she braces herself as she begins to fuck up into you. 
It feels fucking amazing. You can feel yourself slipping further into a vanilla haze, your orgasm creeping up on the edges of your consciousness. Wanda’s hands are everywhere, in your hair and slipping over your waist and gripping your hips as her strap slams into you repeatedly. 
You can feel the strap perfectly hitting all the right spots, and Wanda slips one of her hands down between your legs to rub furiously at your clit. 
“Fuck, I-” you stammer, feeling your orgasm rising quickly. “Wanda please… I need it. Please let me cum, I- fuck I’m so close…”
The words escaping your mouth become jumbled and incoherent. Wanda just smiles at you, her head tilting. 
Your blood runs cold. 
“No.”
Wanda pulls her hand away, quickly pulling you off her strap and setting you on her thighs instead. You can see her strap glistening in front of you, and you let out a sob as you feel your orgasm quickly fade. 
“Why?” Your voice sounds pathetic, but you don’t care. 
“Because darling,” Wanda says, leaning forward. “You need to learn a lesson in patience.”
She leans back, smirking at you as you pant and try to calm your racing heartbeat. God, she was evil for that, but you supposed that you deserved it. After all, you’d been annoying her all day. 
At least now you had her attention.
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hopelesslygaysstuff · 1 month ago
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October 04 - Edging
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pairing: dom!Natasha x sub!Reader
summary: Natasha edges you while you beg.
content warnings: fingering, cunnilingus
word count: 1k+
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“Oh, fuck. I’m so close, please.”
A chuckle sounded out, your breathy moans filling the room as your back arched. Your please fell on deaf ears, Natasha’s tongue moving quickly over your throbbing clit as you bucked your hips against her face. 
“Nat… please…” you beg, feeling your muscles clench as your orgasm creeps closer. You’re so close, your hands gripping the ropes tying your wrists together. Your arms strain, attempting to pull your arms down from where they’re restrained to the headboard to tangle with Natasha’s hair. 
You just need a few… more… seconds…
Natasha pulls away, a salacious smirk spreading across her face at the sight of you. A flush is making its way from your sweaty cheeks down towards your chest, and she has the urge to lick away the sweat gathering on your neck. 
“You know the rules, no cumming until I say so,” Natasha says, dragging her fingers down your sides and pulling your body closer to the edge of the bed. She kneels back down, kissing your inner thigh softly before flattening her tongue and pressing it against your needy core. 
Moaning at the taste, Natasha slowly moves her tongue, feeling your clit throbbing as you attempt to control your frantic breathing. She circles it, feeling your legs tremble from where they rest over her shoulders. 
“Look at me.”
You let out a quiet whimper at the command, raising your head to lock eyes with Natasha’s. Dark green eyes look back at you, pupils so blown they could be black holes. She lifts her lips from you, arousal clinging to them like a gloss. 
Opening her mouth slightly, she lets a drop of saliva drip from her tongue and onto your slick center, and a sinful sound erupts from you as you feel a wave of arousal course through you. Your clit throbs, your hips twitching when her tongue makes contact with it, flicking quickly and making obscene sounds as she practically makes out with your pussy. 
“Oh,” you choke out, feeling the soft rope dig slightly into your skin as you pull against it. “God… fuck, I- please Nat…”
“Hold it.”
You want to cry, feeling the edges of your orgasm creeping up and burning your insides slowly. You’re mere seconds away from cumming, and by some higher power, manage to push away the tendrils of pleasure that threaten to consume you. 
“I’ll do anything,” you pant, feeling Natasha’s tongue pause momentarily. “Please, baby. I’ll do anything you want, just please let me cum.”
“Anything?” Natasha asks, her voice low. 
Nodding frantically, you force your hips to remain still, knowing that you’re about two thrusts away from cumming. Strong fingers dig into your skin, and you feel your head spin from the effort it takes to keep your orgasm at bay.
“Anything I want?”
“That’s what I said,” you snap, immediately regretting it when Natasha’s expression turns from playful to stony. 
“Well, in that case, I want you to be a good fucking pet and take whatever I give you. And what I want right now is to edge you until you’re a sobbing, brain-dead mess. Understand?”
Your eyes go wide, your throat bobbing as you swallow your words. Choosing to nod feebly instead, you watch in trepidation as Natasha’s perfect lips close around your clit. You know exactly what's coming the second she glances back up at you, and you bite your lip harshly when she sucks your clit into her mouth. 
The feeling of your sensitive bundle of nerves being stimulated so suddenly and intensely makes your whole body tremble. It feels like a white-hot rod of pleasure shooting through you, and you close your eyes tightly. 
Stars appear in your vision, your back aching from how tight your muscles are. You forget about Natasha’s instructions, your breaths coming out in gasps as you feel your orgasm creeping closer. It’s right there, you’re almost over the edge. All you need is a few… more…
All stimulation disappears, cool air hitting your soaked core. 
“Fuck.”
Natasha chuckles, the sound raspy as she eyes you hungrily. Her gaze flicks up to where you’re straining against your wrist restraints, your skin stretching slightly as you pull. Your lips are parted, your bottom lip plump from how harshly you’ve bitten it. 
“It’s intoxicating to build you up like this,” Natasha murmurs, her fingers slowly circling your protruding clit. “To watch you attempt to grasp onto the pleasure only I can bring you, only for me to take it away.”
A whimper escapes you, the thought of finally tipping over the edge into bliss leaving your body trembling. “Please…”
“Patience, just trust me,” Natasha says, her fingers slipping easily inside you. 
Curling them slightly, she strokes the spongy spot deep inside you, waves of pleasure coursing through you at the sensation. Her thumb fits perfectly over your clit, not moving, only applying pressure as you rut your hips upwards in search of more stimulation. 
Looking up at you, her brows furrow in concentration as she pumps her fingers deep inside you. She can feel your wetness leaking around her, the sounds of your desperation evident with every thrust. 
“Natasha, ple-” You cut yourself off with a moan, her fingers harshly curling as her thumb starts moving in fast circles over your clit. 
“What was that? I didn’t catch you properly,” Natasha smirks, Her thumb jerking quicker when you attempt to speak. 
“Gonna, fuck. Cum…”
“Oh no you don’t,” she murmurs, eyes focused on your chest as you breathe quickly. You hold your breath for a fraction of a second, a signal that you're about to cum, and Natasha removes her fingers quickly.
Holding your hips down as you thrash in protest, Natasha extends her tongue and drags it through your folds, moaning at the taste of your evident arousal. 
“No more, I can’t- please,” you whimper.
“I think you have more left in you.” Natasha’s face is hungry, her dark green irises completely taken over by her blow pupils. You know there’s no stopping her when she wants something, and from the look on her face, she has never wanted anything more. 
“No more edges, please,” you whisper, but you both know it’s a pathetic attempt. 
“Oh, baby. I’ve got all night long. We’ve only just begun.”
With that said, she plunges her fingers back inside your eager heat. Your back arches as your lips part with a forceful moan. You see stars, and Natasha smirks. 
God, she loves your desperation.
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hopelesslygaysstuff · 1 month ago
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October 03 - Ice Play
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pairing: dom!Wanda x sub!Reader
summary: Wanda surprises you with ice, working you up until you can't take it anymore. And then... she keeps going.
content warnings: fingering, cunnilingus, blindfold, restraints, overstimulation
word count: 1.5k+
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The sound of glass clinking jars you, your ears listening for Wanda’s footsteps as she walks towards the bed. You’re currently tied to the four posts, spread eagle style. The blindfold had been Wanda’s idea, and you could feel the anticipation mixing with a heavy dose of arousal. 
The bed dips, and you feel warmth from Wanda’s body radiating near your hips. The calming scent of warm vanilla reaches you, and you feel your head spin as you inhale deeply. 
“Wanda?” 
“Mhmm, I’m right here baby. Relax, okay?” Wanda’s voice is low, and you feel your body listening to her command. The sound of her voice sends shivers down your spine, and goosebumps trail up your arms as you hear the glass-clinking sound again. 
“I want to see how worked up you get from this,” Wanda murmurs, almost too quiet for you to hear. It's as if she’s speaking to herself, a soft reminder of what she’s planned for tonight. 
Squirming, you inch your body closer to Wanda, or, as far as your restraints will allow. She chuckles, scooting further onto the bed until her hip meets your waist, the warmth against you grounding you. 
You sigh, letting yourself relax slightly as you sense her moving slightly. Her hips aren’t budging, so you assume she’s doing something with her hands. Fuck, the anticipation is absolutely delicious. 
Without warning, you feel something cold near your neck. You gasp, hearing Wanda’s low chuckle as she drags something cold and hard up your throat, circling it around the sensitive spot just below your ear. 
Something drips down the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. It feels like water droplets, and you quickly put two and two together and call out to Wanda. 
“Are you… Wanda, is that ice?”
“Mhmm,” she says, dragging the cube down your neck again and over your collarbones. “Such a smart submissive I have.” 
You can feel your body heating up at the praise, the cold trail of water from your neck sending an ache straight to your core. Wanda’s hand moves lower, and you feel your nipples straining as they harden, the ice moving closer until they’re rock hard. 
“Oh, fuck,” you mutter, gasping slightly as Wanda circles your right nipple with the ice cube. You want to beg her to move quicker, to keep working your body up, but you know that would only make her slow down and really take her time with you. 
As if she was reading your mind, Wanda suddenly moved the ice cube without warning, placing it directly over your nipple as you let out an involuntary moan and arched your back. Your chest thrusts up against the sensation, both pain and pleasure coursing through your body from the coldness. 
All too quickly, Wanda removed the ice cube. You were about to protest, before you felt her hot, strong tongue against your nipple. The suddenness of the temperature change made your head spin, and you whimpered when her cold fingers moved to your left nipple to twist it as you breathed heavily. 
Twisting her tongue, Wanda applied a slight suction with her lips, and you nearly cried from the aching pleasure building inside you. 
“Oh, please. I- god I need you. Please, Wanda,” you begged, not really knowing what you were asking for. 
She didn’t seem to mind, and you felt her lips smile from where they were wrapped around your nipple, before she gently bit down. 
Yelping, you felt a wave of wetness leak from you. God, it was all becoming too much, too quickly. You felt desperate, your hands training against their restraints as you rutted your hips up in search of any friction. 
“Calm down, baby. I’ve only just started,” Wanda’s voice sounded out, and you felt her lips and fingers disappear. 
You were about to protest, when you heard glass clinking again. You prepared yourself, feeling your nipples aching slightly from both the stimulation of Wanda’s fingers and the pleasant burn from the ice cube. 
This time, Wanda didn’t drag the ice over your body, she placed it directly over your right nipple. You had barely enough time to process before her lips were on yours and her ice-cold tongue was pushing its way inside your mouth. 
You moaned, your tongue responding to hers and freezing slightly. Was that? 
Holy fuck, Wanda had an ice cube in her mouth as she was kissing you. She let it slide over her tongue and onto yours, the coldness of it startling you slightly. Moving her tongue against yours, she kissed you soundly until the ice cube had melted. 
Her fingers smeared the remainder of the ice and melted water over your right breast, your nipple feeling as though it was on fire as waves of pleasure coursed through you. 
“You’re doing so good for me, darling,” Wanda praised, kissing you one last time before her body warmth disappeared completely. 
Taking in a shaky breath, you strained your ears for any sign of her. The heat between your legs was becoming unbearable, and you could feel your own wetness as it gathered. 
Cold fingers trailed over your hips, an ice cube dragging along your skin, and you felt your heart rate spike as you realized what Wanda was about to do. 
“No, wait. Please, I can’t take it. Don’t use an ice cube down there, it'll make me cum, the sensation will be too much,” you pleaded, and Wanda’s fingers slowed their path, the ice cube melting in the dip between your hips and stomach. 
“What’s your color, sweetheart?” 
You threw your head back, preparing yourself. “Green.”
“Good. Now stop complaining and let me have fun.” Wanda’s accent crept into her syllables, and you whispered out a confirmation that you heard her. 
The ice cube continued its path, until it rested just above your clit.
“I want to hear you beg for it.”
You let out a moan. God, you loved it when she made you admit that you wanted something, even though you protested against it. 
“Fuck. Um… please. I want you to work me up with your ice cube and your talented fingers until the sensations make me cum. And then I want you to do whatever you want, as long as you keep that ice cube on my most sensitive parts as my brain turns into mush and you watch me fall apart beneath you,” you didn’t care how desperate it sounded, and you were rewarded with Wanda’s lips gently kissing your cheek. 
“Good, that’s much better.” 
The ice cube moved quickly, pressing directly over your protruding clit as you let out a high-pitched moan. Wanda’s fingers moved rapidly circling the ice cube over your clit as your orgasm built, your body protesting against the painful stimulation even as pleasure raced through your veins. 
It didn’t take long for you to cum, your arousal smearing over Wanda’s fingers as she fetched another ice cube and fingered it inside you. She didn’t stop, bringing you to another orgasm as she popped the last ice cube in your mouth and wrapped her tongue around your nipples. 
You could feel the water from the ice cube inside you melting around her fingers as she fucked you roughly, the burning coldness against your tongue contrasting perfectly with the heat thrumming through your body. 
It didn’t take long until another orgasm came over you, your body shaking from both the cold and the overstimulating pleasure. 
“One last ice cube baby, then we can be done,” Wanda whispered, before placing the ice cube on your stomach. It started to melt slightly, settling into the divot where your belly button was. 
“If the ice cube moves off your stomach, I’m going to refill another glass and keep this up,” Wanda said, her tone low.  
You nodded, focusing on staying very still as you felt Wanda’s cold tongue tracing through your folds and swirling around your clit. It was overwhelming in the best possible way, and you fought against your orgasm as she built you up. You knew that the ice cube would move if you came, since you couldn’t control your body while orgasming. 
Wanda didn’t care, her fingers slipping inside you and curling perfectly as your breaths shortened and your back started to arch. 
“Oh, please. Wait, don’t…”
You didn’t get to finish, your body convulsing with pleasure as your orgasm ripped through you. The ice cube, almost fully melted, slid down your side and rested beneath your body as you felt Wanda’s fingers and tongue coaxing the last tendrils of pleasure from you. 
“That’s a shame, love. I’ll be right back, take a few minutes to recover,” Wanda said, kissing your clit and causing your hips to jerk. 
You heard her low laughter as she walked towards the door, the sound of ice filling a cup making your clit throb in protest. 
The sound of footsteps made your pulse quicken, and you turned your head towards the door as you heard Wanda set the glass down on the nightstand. 
“Just remember, you asked for this,” Wanda murmured, kissing you gently. She pulled your blindfold off, her smile wide and pupils blown as she held up an ice cube between her fingers. 
You don’t really remember the rest of that night, but the echoes of burning cold pleasure remained for days afterward. Maybe you should tie Wanda down next time and see if she liked it.
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hopelesslygaysstuff · 11 days ago
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October 25 - Guided Masturbation
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pairing: dom!Wanda x sub!Reader
summary: Wanda guides you.
content warnings: unhealthy power dynamic
word count: 1k+
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A/N: This is a completely unrealistic scenario, as a professor or educator should never abuse their power in a dynamic like this. Disclaimer, this is pure fantasy. 
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“Stay behind after class, I need to speak with you.”
Professor Maximoff’s voice is clipped, her tone sharp. You can feel the sympathetic looks from your classmates, but you just stare at your notebook as your ears burn. It wasn’t your fault that you couldn’t understand basic Russian phrases.
Well, actually it was totally your fault. But that wasn’t the point! There was no reason for Wanda to publicly humiliate you in the way that she did. 
You spent the remainder of class avoiding eye contact and staying silent, vowing to never raise your hand in class again. You vaguely hear the professor wrapping up class, reminding students of the homework as they zipped up their backpacks. 
The last few students left the room, the sun starting to set early as the colder months appeared. Almost every class was over for the way, students and teachers alike hurrying home to rest before the weekend. 
Slowly, you slide your notebook into your bag, your eyes not looking up even as the professor moves to the door, shutting it with a click. You’re grateful for the two lamps that light the room, as an overhead light would only highlight your embarrassed flush. 
“It’s almost November,” the professor says, and you look at the floor. Her voice is soft, but you swallow thickly all the same. 
“I know,” you begin, but the woman cuts you off.
“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”
Your head jerks up, your face flushing for a completely different reason at the commanding tone. Her green eyes are locked on you, and her pose is casual as she leans against the desk at the front of the room. 
“I don’t get it,” she sighs, rubbing a hand over her face and brushing her hair away from her eyes. “You sit in the front row, but you’re still not understanding basic phonetics. How can I help you?”
You fight the urge to lower your gaze again, not wanting the confusing feelings at her reprimand to resurface. An awkward chuckle leaves your lips as you fiddle with the zipper on your backpack. “It’s just really hard for me to follow instructions.”
“Oh, I’m sure that’s not true,” Professor Maximoff says, raising a single eyebrow. 
“It is.”
Your professor tilts her head, a strange tension thick in the air. You fight the urge to squirm in your chair, your eyes glancing down her body as she speaks. Her words are clear, her voice confident. “I’m going to prove you wrong.”
Blinking, you attempt to formulate a reply, but nothing comes to mind. 
“Move your bag to the side.”
It’s a command, and you start to move your backpack before your brain has fully processed her words. You flush again, your movement stilted as you push the bag over. Returning your hands to your lap, you nervously twist your fingers, locking your eyes on your professor’s face. 
Professor Maximoff was… beautiful. She was one of the most exquisite women you’d ever had the honor of looking at, let alone learning from. She was fiercely intelligent, and her passion for the Russian language inspired you. 
Unfortunately, this meant you were a bit too infatuated with her to actually focus during class. Instead, you spent most of the time horny and squirming in your chair as you imagined her fingers roaming your body or her sharp tongue licking your skin while her accent rolled around in your ears as she whispered degrading things to you. 
“Spread your legs.”
Wait. What?
You stare at her, your legs parting slightly at her words before you snap to your senses and press them tightly together. Your professor’s eyes harden at the action, her hands gripping the edge of her desk until her knuckles turn white. Her eyes are dark, her gaze almost predatory as she looks at you. 
Recognizing the look in her eyes, you shiver. You’ve seen this look before, but this is the first time it’s set your blood on fire, your core heating from a single glance in her direction. 
Hunger. 
“Do not make me repeat myself,” she says, her voice low. Her accent is prominent, and you feel your heart jump at the sound of it. 
Slowly, you spread your legs. You’re grateful that you decided to wear baggy jeans today, otherwise your arousal would be evident and glaringly obvious. Your hands don’t quite know what to do, so you settle on resting your trembling fingers on your thighs. 
God, you’ve never been this worked up before. 
“Good job,” Professor Maximoff murmurs, and you flush hotly at the praise. Your eyes roam her body, taking in her button-up shirt with its rolled sleeves, her chest peaking out as she leans forward slightly. Her pants hug her hips, the slacks accentuating her waist as the gold rings on her fingers catch in the light of her lamps. 
She’s absolutely breathtaking. You feel more heat wrap around your core, and bite your lip slightly as your professor watches. 
“Your fingers,” she starts, her eyes locked on your hips. “Slide them under your waistband.”
Later, you’ll wonder why it was so easy, so… natural for you to obey. You’ll flush as you remember how eagerly you followed her instructions, slipping your fingers under your waistband and groaning at the heat you found there. 
Her voice wraps around your brain, squeezing and making you feel delirious as you follow her instructions willingly. Her accent is thick, her eyes intense as she commands you to move faster, to be rougher for her. 
You obey, gasping in pleasure as she watches, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as her chest heaves slightly. Your fingers move at her command, following her instructions perfectly as she commands you to fall over the edge. 
When Professor Maximoff commands you to cum, you see stars as your body practically convulses in pleasure as your fingers continue to move. Her words play over and over again in your mind, her raspy, accented voice sounding heavenly. Her eyes are focused solely on you, her attention making you even fuzzier than you were before, the haze in your mind remaining for days. 
You remember the last few words she’d said to you, before she’d turned and walked out the door. Her eyes held a promise in them, something telling you that this was far from over. 
“I proved you wrong, do not question me ever again.”
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