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after watching sinners, i will absolutely be writing a dark vampire!character

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i’m so fucking glad yelena and bobby didn’t kiss. i was so terrified throughout the last part of the movie

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She had some flashbacks in the middle of the fight.

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carol danvers in a tank top i will always remember you

#needthat

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office brat

pairing: wandanat x afab!reader

summary: you piss natasha off and she calls wanda into her office to deal with you.

content: brat taming, dom!wandanat, small mommy kink, strap on (r receiving), finger sucking, voyeurism, orgasm denial, pussy eating (n receiving), degradation.

When Natasha's pen scratching faltered for the fifth time, and she took an irritated breath, you knew you were getting closer to getting what you wanted. Her patience was running thin.

"Sit fucking still," she growled, slamming her pen and turning her chair to face you.

You huffed. You begged to come to the office with Natasha, expecting her to fuck you on her desk until you couldn't take it anymore, but no, she stripped you naked and forced you to kneel next to her, telling to be quiet and still until she finished.

"I'm bored," You whined, reaching out for Natasha's leg but she slapped you away.

She pinched the bridge of her nose. If Natasha were a cartoon character, steam would be coming from her ears. She grabbed her office phone, punching in some numbers on the keypad, and held it to her ear. The line rang for a few seconds before being answered.

"My office. Now."

You frowned and started to rise, but Natasha forced you back down. That was weird. Natasha never lets anyone see you naked. She always said that your body is for her eyes only.

The door clicked open, and you nearly jumped up in excitement. Wanda Maximoff, Natasha's business partner, walked in, shooting you a cheeky grin before stopping in front of Natasha's desk.

"You could use your manners next time." Wanda remarked.

"Don't start." Natasha scoffed. "They've been pissing me off the entire day. Just deal with them."

Wanda hummed, sitting down on the couch and beckoning you over. You crawled over, pulling yourself onto her lap, and basically vibrating with excitement. It's been weeks since you last saw Wanda. You missed her.

She traced your lips with her thumb. "Been bad, huh?"

You pouted, pushing your face into Wanda's neck and grinding into her lap. Like always, she was packing. Wanda unzipped her pants and pulled her strap out, slapping it against your cunt. You sank down on it with ease, groaning at the stretch.

Wanda slipped two fingers inside your mouth. "Gotta stay quiet,"

Her fingers rest heavy on your tongue. You licked at the pads of her fingers and sucked lightly. She kept a bruising grip on your hip and slammed you down repeatedly. You swore she was about to split you in half.

Just as you were about to tip over the pleasurable edge, Natasha had to ruin it. "Stop,"

Wanda stilled your hips, keeping you snug against her. You cried out, softly slamming your fists against her shoulder. Wanda's face dropped, and she grabbed your wrists in an iron grip.

"You do not hit me," she hissed. "Do you understand me? You do not fucking hit me."

Your heart dropped. Angering Wanda was only a mistake an idiot would make. You mumbled an apology around her fingers.

"You're managing to piss off everyone today, aren't you?" Natasha threaded her fingers through your hair and yanked it.

You swallowed back a bratty response.

"I don't even think they deserve an orgasm," Wanda said.

Your cries of protest fell on deaf ears. You were forced to kneel at Wanda's feet and watch. Natasha took your place, sinking down on Wanda's strap, covered in your slick. Wanda pulled her into a messy kiss, muffling her moans and fueling your frustration.

"Please!" you begged.

They ignored you. Natasha was close, and you wished so badly that you could see her face as she came. It wasn't fair.

"You gonna cum for mommy?" Wanda asked with a shit-eating grin.

Natasha's laugh was cut off by a moan. Her head lulled forward and her body shook as her orgasm washed over her. Wanda continued to pump into her until Natasha pulled herself to sit next to Wanda.

She spread her legs and you eagerly sat between them, your eyes trained to her glistering cunt. She pulled your face into her, and your frustration was washed away. You licked and suckled on her clit until her back arched and a silent moan left her throat. Your eyes didn't leave her face for a second.

"Not that hard to be good, huh?" Natasha shuddered as you cleaned her.

You shrugged, "I got what I wanted in the end."

"Brat."

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you need to love her

pairing: dark!rio vidal x afab!reader

summary: after you're last attempt to escape, rio is at her wit's ends and decides to put an end to it.

content: noncon, kidnapping, pussy eating, bondage, manipulation, mind controlling, being in pain.

The witch's sickening laughter echoed throughout the forest, raising the hair on your arms. The horizon had turned a deep orange, and the moon peeked out.

You were running out of time.

Navigating through the forest during the day would have been difficult, but the night would be impossible. The scared shitless part of you screamed to turn around and hope that her punishment would be forgiving, but the other part of you believed you could still escape in the dark.

"You can run, but you can't hide."

You shuddered. Rio's voice sounded close. Too close. Even with her cringe movie line, she still terrified the living fuck out of you.

A bloom of hope exploded in your chest. The village — your home before they abducted you — stood in the distance. There was a protection ring around the village, warding away evil. All you needed to do was step inside the ring, and you would be safe. The witch couldn't enter.

A sharp pain spread across your back, and you collapsed to the floor. You screamed in frustration. Your muscles were too weak to pull you back to your feet; fighting was the only option. With a struggle, you turned to face your captor.

"Congratulations, my love." Rio bowed dramatically. "You, once again, failed to escape."

You glared at her. You weren't in the mood for her sarcastic, dick remarks.

"Yeah, well, maybe if you weren't such a pussy I would have a fair chance." you hissed. "You are nothing without your magik."

Rio drily laughed. The sharp pain returned, this time, all over your body. It felt like your bones were being snapped in half, only to be rebuilt and snapped again. It was unbearable.

Rio crouched, brushing the hair off your sticky forehead. The pout on her lips held no sympathy; it only mocked you. You were barely able to keep your eyes open as she spoke. "Do you know what it feels like to give someone your everything, only for them to leave you at every chance they get?" If you could've, you would have spat in her face. "It feels like this,"

Your vision went white, and your body went limp. Rio screamed loudly, or wait, was that you? You couldn't tell. All you knew was that this pain was going to kill you. There were no words to describe how horrific it was. Then everything stopped, and your world went black.

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You groaned in discomfort as you woke, feeling like your limbs weighed a thousand pounds and your throat was drier than the Sahara Desert. You were lying on her bed with your arms tied above your head, and your legs spread open. A cool breeze brushed against your naked form, making you shiver.

"R-Rio?" You croaked out. You didn't like not knowing where the witch was.

A sob built up in your throat. You don't know how long Rio has kept you captive; you stopped counting after the second winter. You have never stopped trying to escape; it was pushing Rio to her limit. Her punishments have become worse.

"Now you call for me?" Rio questioned with a disgusted tone.

You swallowed, eyes brimming with tears. She ran her fingernails up your thigh, brushing over your clit and making you clench around air before she slapped the skin harshly. You cried out and tried to twist away from her.

"What am I doing wrong?" she softly asked, "Why don't you love me?"

Her words made you laugh. "Because you're an insane bitch!"

A brief flicker of sadness washed over her face. She stood up straighter, a ball of green magik resting in the palm of her hand. She placed her fingertips at your temple.

"I never wanted to do this," she said. "I wanted you to love me yourself, but you've left me no choice."

You thrashed against your restraints, anger bubbling in your chest. You had never felt such rage in your life. You wanted to drive a knife into her chest and watch with glee as the life left her eyes.

"Fuck you!" you spat.

"You love me," she calmly spoke.

"No, I fucking don't."

"You love me," she said firmly.

You wanted to tell her you didn't, but your words died on the tip of your tongue. It didn't feel right to scream the words at her again. All Rio wanted was to keep you safe and loved, but you kept denying her. Why? Why are you denying her?

"You love me,"

Your brows furrowed. You know you aren't meant to love her, but can't remember why. How could you hate such a beautiful face?

"Say it. Say that you love me,"

Oh, right. Rio had eaten the last biscuit that she swore she would save for you.

"Absolutely not! I am not loving you back until you get me another biscuit," you laughed, trying to push Rio away from you but couldn't. "Mind getting me out of these, you freak?"

Rio grinned, untying your limbs from the restraints. She straddled your hips and pinned your wrists above your head again. She trailed her lips down your face to your neck, over your chest, before settling herself between your thighs.

"How about I make it up to you?"

You moaned as her lips wrapped around your clit, her tongue darting against your sensitive bud. You buried your fingers in her hair, pulling her closer to your cunt. Rio lapped at you like it was her last meal.

"Oh, fuck." you threw your head backwards and moaned. "Just like that, baby."

Rio hummed into your pussy, sending a pleasurable wave. Two of her fingers slipped inside and curled upwards. You gasped, clutching the sheets below you.

"I-I think I'm gonna-"

Your sentence was cut short as your orgasm hit you. You whined loudly, your lip caught between your teeth. Your eyes fluttered closed, and your back arched. Rio refused to pull away, quickly working you into your second orgasm.

"How was that for an apology?" she laughed.

You smiled, grabbing the back of her neck and kissing her deeply. You groaned at the taste of you on her lips.

"Maybe I do love you," you teased.

Her face morphed into anger. "Say it properly,"

You laughed awkwardly, patting the side of her cheek. "I love you, Rio."

She smiled. "Good,"

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not sure if any of my OG followers are still here and remember my rats, but they have all passed away now :(

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hey pookie 😝😝

heyy

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Elizabeth Olsen | SF Honors Award (2024)

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making babies on the company’s dime (k.b)

summary: you’re always there to save Kate from her work stress, and she’s always willing to compensate

pairing: CEO!kate bishop x female reader

includes: smut!! minors, change the channel {office sex, oral (R receiving), fingering (R receiving} pet names, dom!kate, begging, like ten seconds of edging

WC: 2.6k

a/n: i wrote this while tipsy and rewatching hawkeye. i have two other drafts that i planned to work on instead but didn’t because 1) adhd does what it wants with this vessel and 2) kate in a suit makes me FERAL and she was the inspo for this fic (:

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Like clockwork, you visited Kate every day for her lunch hour.

You always made it a habit to show up five minutes early and were never empty-handed. You would usually stop by the corner cafè down the street from Kate’s building, picking up her favorite sandwich with a salad. And if you knew she was having a tough day, you’d spring for some dessert—usually a pastry or chocolate-covered strawberries because you knew she loved them.

Today was one of those days that you’d decided to splurge on dessert. You weren’t sure why, but something in your gut told you she’d be stressed out and need them. Things hadn’t exactly been smooth sailing at Bishop Security the past few months, and stressful work days had sadly become the norm for your girlfriend. So, if chocolate and fruit could put a smile on her face for even a fleeting moment, you would take your chances.

Your gut is seldom wrong, it would seem, because the first thing Clara tells you at the front desk is, “So…Kate’s been on edge all morning. We’ve all been treading lightly. Godspeed.” Poor Clara’s voice didn't hint at a joke; you felt bad for her. You knew your girlfriend could be a little scary when stressed out. So, you thanked the young receptionist and took the elevator to Kate’s floor.

When the elevator doors part on the top floor, you’re greeted by the eerily quiet corridor, with nothing but the click of your heels on the polished floor and the crinkle of the takeout bags in your hands to fill the silence. As you approach Kate’s office, you can hear her animated voice over a phone call. And although you can’t quite make out her words, you assume it’s all part of her usual business spiel.

You enter the office without knocking, lightly nudging the door open with the peak of your shoulder. Kate stands by the giant glass window, engrossed in a heated phone call, her back facing you. You take advantage of your chance to check her out because she looks great, as always. Today, she’s dressed in a dark blue pantsuit. You notice that she’d gone with the heels you told her to wear today instead of her beat-up Docs, and her hair is styled in a half updo, flowing in waves down her back.

As you place the takeout bags on the desk, you overhear snippets of her conversation. “…yeah, but I didn’t hire you to fuck around, did I? No, yeah, I didn’t think so. I hired you for results. I’m running a serious goddamn business here. So get it together, or tighten up your resume for the unemployment line.”

You can’t help but raise your brows as you listen, failing to conceal a smirk. Though Kate is wildly hot when angry, you’re more than a little relieved not to be on the receiving end of her frustration.

Kate ends the call, sighs, and runs a hand through her hair as she turns around. Her eyes light up as she spots you. “Oh, I’m so sorry, baby girl. I didn’t even hear you come in,” she crosses the room over to you and pulls you closer by your waist. “How are you? Thanks for coming,” she says. She pecks you on the cheek, and you giggle at her oddly formal greeting.

“I’m good, but I feel like you can’t say the same, judging by that heated phone call,” you reply. “Is everything alright?”

Kate lets out an exasperated sigh and throws her head back dramatically. “Everything’s peachy. I just sometimes feel like I'm the only one around here with a brain, no biggie. Like I'm working with a bunch of Frankenstein monsters,”

“Well, technically, Frankenstein’s monster did have a brain; it just wasn’t his,” You counter.

Kate pins you with a look, but her deadpanned expression doesn’t stay in place long, and her smile cracks. “Ever the smartass, aren’t you?” She playfully pinches your hip. “But I needed that, and I’m so glad you’re here. After the morning I’ve had, seeing your gorgeous face takes the edge off,”

“So, I take it you’re stressed?” You say, running your hand up and down Kate’s arm.

“Extremely,” She sighs.

“Mmm…how stressed are we talking? Like…’ in need of chocolate-covered strawberries’ stressed?”

At your question, Kate practically melts. “You didn’t.”

“Oh, but I did,” You smile as you pull the takeout bag closer, pulling out the box of strawberries.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Kate asks, and you smile as you pick up a strawberry.

“Yes, you have. Many times. Now open up.” Kate complies, parting her lips to welcome the strawberry as you feed it to her. She hums with delight as she savors the taste, her eyes closing in bliss.

“See? You’re already feeling better,” you say, wiping a stray drop of juice from the corner of Kate’s mouth. Without a second thought, you bring the pad of your thumb to your mouth to lick it clean. Kate’s watching you all the while, her eyes inevitably locked on your lips.

Her gaze drops to the container of strawberries, and she selects one of her own before looking at your lips again. She tells you to open your mouth, and you oblige, allowing her to feed you and savoring the explosion of flavors—the sweet tanginess of the fruit and the richness of the chocolate.

“How does it taste?” Kate asks, her voice sending a shiver down your spine with its husky quality.

“Good, fresh,” You say, a little breathless in your reply. You can’t think or breathe with Kate staring at you like that, and you know she’s aware of the effect she has on you. You can see it in her eyes as she moves closer.

And it’s not just the strawberries that she’s feeding you. You try to protest as she offers you bites of her sandwich and bites of her salad. After all, you bought her lunch for her, not for the two of you to share. But your protestations fall on deaf ears anyway because you know how much she likes to share her food with you. Plus, it’s cute and harmless, so you decide to let it go.

Kate’s eyes stray back to you as you eat together in silence. It wouldn’t take a genius to work out that she was checking you out, and you knew exactly why before she even voiced it herself.

“I bought you that dress,” Kate says as she drinks you in. “Didn’t I?”

“Maybe,” you respond coyly. Even though, yes, she did, and you wore this particular dress just for her. You were more than aware of the power it held.

“Well, come on, don’t be selfish. Give me a spin!” Kate says. She takes your hand and leads you into a slow twirl. And you giggle because you can feel her gaze lingering on your ass.

When you turn back to face her, Kate places her hand on your shoulder and guides you backward until the back of your legs touches the edge of her desk. You let out a gasp as you stumble and find yourself in a sitting position atop the desk. Excitement stirs in your belly, and you look up at Kate as she moves to stand between your legs.

“You’re a vision,” Kate says as she studies your flushed expression. “But that’s nothing new,”

Swallowing hard, your gaze flickers to Kate’s hands, which are now hovering above your thighs and slowly making their way up. Kate’s touch is light, just barely caressing your thighs with the pads of her fingers, but it makes you shiver still.

Kate’s hands move higher until they rest on your hips, and though you’re fighting like hell to keep your composure, the look in her eyes right now certainly isn’t helping.

You don’t want her to have all the fun, so you join in on the touching. You gently rest your hands on her shoulders, feeling the soft fabric of her blazer and playing with the lapel. As you do this, Kate takes the opportunity to move even closer to you, and you can feel the warmth of her body and the alluring scent of her perfume.

“Can you do something for me, baby?” Kate’s voice is just above a whisper as she speaks.

“What’s that?” You ask, dragging your index finger along the side of her neck. Your touch is just as featherlight as hers is on your hips.

“Wrap your legs around me,” Kate says.

You do as you’re told, wrapping your legs around Kate’s torso and bringing her impossibly closer. Kate’s eyes close momentarily, and she drops her forehead against yours. Her hands move away from your hips to brace against the oak desk on either side of your body. You run your fingertip along her jawline as she opens her eyes, and her gaze is hungrier than before.

Kate glances between your eyes and your lips several times, and you decide you can’t take the torture, so you say, “Are you gonna kiss me, or just keep staring like you’re starving?”

That seems to give Kate the initiative because she leans in, capturing your lips in a sultry kiss. You don’t hesitate to kiss her back, tangling your fingers into the hair at the nape of Kate’s neck. She gives your lips separate attention—kissing your upper lip reverently, gently, then ravishing your bottom lip.

The attention is dizzying, and you moan against her, your fingers tugging desperately at Kate’s hair. As the kiss progresses, Kate’s hands wander again, and you gasp when she bunches your dress around your hips.

Kate pulls away to start a trail of kisses down the length of your neck, licking and biting with no rhyme or reason, sucking hickeys into your skin where she sees fit.

You incline your neck to give her more room to work with, and though you’re trying to keep your moans quiet, you know you’re not exactly excelling at it.

“I don’t want you to be quiet,” Kate says as if reading your mind. “I wanna hear you, baby,” she punctuates her sentence by mouthing at the skin where your neck and shoulder meet.

“But you won’t be the only one who hears me,” you reply, thinking of Kate’s employees and how you’re not so sure you want them to hear all the moans and gasps Kate is sure to supply you with.

But Kate merely shrugs it away. “Do I work for them, or do they work for me?”

You can’t help smiling at that cheeky response. “You’re so irresponsible, Miss Bishop,”

“Really? Cause I’m pretty sure I have every last one of my priorities straight,” Kate says. “And now, my sweet girl…” she sinks to her knees before you, and you feel your heart kick up in your chest. “…I’m going to make it so you can’t think straight.”

There’s that familiar heat in your stomach. The one that only Kate could provide. “Now open up for me, baby,” she says.

You do as you’re asked, parting your legs for her.

“Wider,” she instructs.

You do.

“Good girl.”

Kate slides your underwear to the side, and your body jolts forward as she teases you with her index finger. You grip the edge of the desk, your breath catching at the stimulation. “You’re so sensitive. I’m barely touching you, baby,” Kate says with a smile.

She slides two fingers in, one after the other, and you moan as your body lurches forward involuntarily again. Kate watches your face as she massages your clit. “How does that feel, baby?” She asks you.

You nod at her, gripping the desk harder as you rock against her touch.

“Talk to me, baby. Use your words. Tell me how it feels.” Kate pushes her fingers deeper, and you have to bite your lip from the delicious pressure.

“Fuck, Kate, it feels so good,” you gasp out.

Kate smirks up at you. “I know it does, baby,”

“But I need more, Kate, please,” you whimper. You’re not above begging her. You never have been. “I need your mouth.”

“You know I’ll give you my mouth, baby. But you have to do something for me. You have to keep your eyes on me the entire time. No closing them and no looking away. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” you nod. “Yes, I can,”

No, you couldn’t.

You do your best to keep your eyes on Kate, but as her tongue dips in and out of you at a hypnotic pace, you’re working overtime to prevent your eyes from rolling back and fluttering closed. And your situation only becomes all that more challenging when Kate moans into you, gripping your thighs for purchase.

“God, you taste like heaven,” she murmurs against you. She alternates between sucking, kissing, and nipping at your bud, all the while caressing your thighs, a multitasking queen if you’ve ever seen one, and you can’t keep your promise anymore; you have to shut your eyes.

You’re close; you can feel it in every part of your body. But just when you’re right on the edge and about to tip over, you feel Kate pull away.

“No,” you breathe, your eyes blinking open to look down at your tease of a girlfriend. “Kate, please…”

Kate doesn’t respond immediately, smirking as she kisses down the length of your leg, stopping at your knee. She was getting further away, and you were getting antsy.

“Kate, please…please. Don’t leave me like this,” You whined.

“Leave you like what?” Kate purrs, mouthing at the skin of your knee.

“Please, Kate, please. I need you. I’ll do anything,” you gasped.

“You sound so pretty when you beg for me,” Kate kisses back up your leg, placing her hands on your thighs again as her mouth ghosts over your aching core. “Give me one more pretty please, baby,”

“Pretty please, Kate,” You whimper.

“‘Atta girl,”

Kate resumes her sensual assault, and you tilt your head back, burying your fingers in her hair again, pulling her head closer. You moan and writhe for her, bucking your hips up toward your mouth, more than likely dropping every swear word in the English language and maybe some Spanish ones, too.

The pressure builds and builds and builds, and you cry out for Kate when your orgasm finally washes over you in wave after blessed wave. Kate guides you through it, mouthing at your center gently until the tremors have subsided.

You’re a panting mess when she finally pulls back from you. You can see the fruits of her labor all over her chin and mouth and that sexy smirk because she knows it was a job well done.

Kate kisses her way up your legs before rising to her feet. She gently straightens your clothes and fixes your hair, making your heart flutter.

You lift your hand, letting your fingers tangle at the back of her head again. Pulling her mouth to yours, you give her a deep kiss. The kiss is a “thank you” and a “god, give me more” rolled into one.

Kate doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back, her hands dropping to your hips again to draw you closer. The kiss lingers, and even when it’s over, her lips linger just centimeters from yours.

“Yeah, so…” she starts, her breath warm against your mouth, tickling your lips. She has the decency to look as affected as you, panting softly. “I just might have to make this an early day.”

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agatha all along is def going to bring me back into my marvel phase

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unbreakable ties part 2? 😭😭😭

okay so i am actually insanely stuck on what to write for this series as pet play isnt exactly my jam BUT i know many people want me to write it sooo

if theres any writers or readers who want to help me, send me a dm!! pls

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Hey guess who’s sending this anon guess reallyyyyyy hard

ermm this could be many people

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Calling Her Phone [W.M]

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You love to push Wanda's boundaries and buttons, and behaving in a way that you know enrages Wanda, forcing her to give you the attention that you crave. But sometimes, it backfires on you.

Content: Dom!Wanda, sub!reader, fingering (W receiving), cunnilingus (W receiving), praise, degrading, masturbation, punishments, Wanda on the phone while getting fucked, bratty!reader, mommy kink.

You’re kneeling between Wanda's thighs with your hands neatly folded in your lap and a large dildo buried deep inside of you. Wanda gave you strict instructions to stay quiet and still while she worked. The only attention she has given you was a quick slap to the face when you tried protesting, other than that, she’s completely ignored you.

Normally, you’re well-behaved when Wanda is punishing you, but you're desperate for Wanda's attention. The urge to grind on the dildo and the slick that is leaking down your thighs isn’t helping either.

You glance up at Wanda. Her brows are furrowed and she’s aggressively typing on her keyboard, obviously having to deal with some stupid man from her work.

“God, Tony.” She mutters angrily, grabbing her phone and dialling a number. She raises the phone to her ear, her voice changing to a cheerful one once she’s picked up.

“Hey Tony, I’ve seen that you’ve…” Her words become background noise as an idea hits you.

You slide your hands up Wanda's thighs, pushing them apart slightly. Wanda glances down at you, giving you a warning glare. You innocently smile, your hands continuing their path towards her heat.

At this moment, you’re grateful for Wanda deciding to only wear panties as you’re able to easily slip them off her hips, giving you access to her. You suppress a whimper at the sight of her dripping cunt, apparently, she’s not the only one desperate for attention.

You brush your thumb against Wanda's throbbing clit, chuckling at how her hips jerked towards your hand, begging for more. Using your spare hand, you spread Wanda's thighs further apart. You drag your fingers through her slick before softly pushing them into her awaiting hole.

Her walls are immediately clamping around your fingers, and she throws her head back, covering her mouth to muffle a moan. Your soft moans follow hers as you start to grind on the dildo.

“You okay, Wanda?” You hear Tony ask through the phone speaker.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just hit my toe on the table,” Wanda lies, attempting to push your hand away from her.

Instead of pulling away from her, you wrap your arms around her thighs, dragging her closer to the edge of her seat, and wrapping your lips around her clit, sucking softly. You push your two fingers back into Wanda, curling them to hit the spot that drives her insane.

“Fuck. Tony, I’m gonna need to call you back.” Wanda hits the end call button before he can protest.

You moan loudly into her cunt as she grabs onto your hair, pulling you further into her. The pleasure from the dildo and the pain from her pulling your hair forces you to the edge of your orgasm.

“Don’t you dare cum, slut.” Wanda grunts, grinding her hips into your face, desperately wanting to reach her high.

You could decide to ignore her, but instead, you mumble, “Yes, mommy.”

“God, you’re such a whore. Couldn’t even wait till I was off the phone before touching me?” Wanda's voice is surprisingly dominant compared to her whiney moans. “Couldn’t even follow simple instructions either, fuck, always gonna be my little brat, aren’t you?”

You hum, cherishing the way she struggles to keep up with your fingers as her orgasm approaches. Your moans become louder as you struggle to control your own orgasm, every bounce causes the dildo to rub against your g-spot.

“That’s it, baby. Doing such a good job fucking yourself like some pathetic slut. Fuck, look at the mess you’ve made, you’re dripping all over my floor.”

You feel your face heat up at Wanda's words. You are absolutely soaked and now there’s a puddle of your slick between your thighs. If your face wasn’t buried between Wanda's thighs, you would be more embarrassed.

Suddenly, Wanda's thighs clamp around your head and her back arches. A loud pornographic moan leaves her lips as her orgasm washes over her. She quickly becomes overstimulated and pushes your head away.

You carefully pull your fingers out from Wanda, wrapping your mouth around them and moaning at the taste of her.

“Taste s’ good, Wands,”

Wanda hums, wrapping her arms around your waist and easily lifting you into her lap. You cry out in frustration as the dildo slips out of you, leaving you with an uncomfortable feeling of emptiness.

“Poor baby.” Wanda coos, her fingers tracing around your clenching hole. “All stretched out and ready for my cock – if only you had behaved, though.”

Your mouth falls open in protest, “But, mommy- “

Wanda delivers a sharp slap to your thigh, “Don’t complain. You should be thanking me for even allowing you to fuck yourself."

“Thank you for letting me fuck myself,” You mumble, embarrassment flooding your system.

Wanda kisses your forehead, “Such good manners,”

You preen at her praise, assuming that she was about to let you off the hook. But you couldn’t be more wrong.

Her fingertips suddenly are encased in red wisps, your body is lifted from her lap, and she stands, walking towards the bedroom. Her magic hovers you over the ground and forces you to follow her. You try to ask her what she’s doing but she’s dead silent – not a good sign. You knew not to disturb her while she worked, especially when you were punished. Yet, you decided to be a brat and disturb her.

You thought that being stripped of her attention and being edged was enough of a punishment, but she obviously didn’t think so.

Wanda's magic throws you on the bed, and she forces your thighs apart and positions herself between them.

"You always are a little brat while I'm working, aren't you?" You yelp as Wanda's hand comes slapping down on your clit. "Bet you act like this so I can punish you, huh? Dirty girl."

"Mommy, I-"

You choke on your words as Wanda pushes three fingers into you. She curls them perfectly, forcing a pornographic moan to fall from your lips. She wraps her mouth around your clit, flicking her tongue mercilessly as her fingers pump vigorously into you.

"Oh my god," You whine, your back arching off the bed.

She suddenly pulls away, "You are not to cum unless I allow it, do you understand?" You nod, but that isn't enough for her. "Words, baby."

"Yes, mommy. I understand," You whimper, hoping that she goes back to what she was doing before.

Instead, she decides to tease you. Her wet fingers glide over your stomach, leaving wet marks in their tracks. She continues to slowly drag her fingers across your exposed skin until you're crying out for her.

"Please, Wanda," You sob, tears welling in your eyes. You feel pathetic.

She chuckles before placing her mouth back over your heat and thrusting her fingers into you. You feel yourself getting close, faltering right on the line of that blissful pleasure. Your hands seek solace in her hair, tugging at her braid and hips grinding against her.

Then she stops.

The confused look on your face makes her laugh, "Did you really think I'd let you cum, brat?"

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