#mean dom agatha

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

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pairing: wanda maximoff x agatha harkness

summary: wanda tries the strap-on, agatha has some fun with her. it's just pure smut. dirty, rough, kinky smut. enjoy ◡̈

content warnings: oh boy, where to start. sadism, edging, orgasm denial, magical restraints, enchanted strap-on, crying, screaming, degradation, corruption kink, oral, handjob, sex, bdsm and dom/sub dynamics, aftercare

word count: 3k+

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Don't Cry, It Turns Me On

“Can I try?” 

Agatha’s eyes snap up from where she’s knelt near the bed, her fingers having just wrapped around her favorite strap. She pulls it out, closing the drawer with her foot as she stands, her robe falling slightly off her shoulder. 

Green eyes stare hopefully back, wide and eager as they bounce from Agatha’s face to the large enchanted strap she’s holding. Wanda is kneeling on the bed, her legs spread and hands behind her back. It’s the perfect submissive pose, one that she’d spent a while drilling into Wanda’s pretty head, and Agatha couldn’t be prouder. 

“Sure, hon.” Agatha says, chuckling slowly as she places the strap in front of Wanda. It rests there innocently, its purple color contrasting harshly against the black comforter while Wanda just looks lost. She glances up at Agatha, questions dancing in her eyes as she hesitantly reaches out a single hand. 

Watching as Wanda gingerly wraps her long fingers around the base of the strap, Agatha leans in until her lips are just barely grazing Wanda’s ear. “Are you sure you can handle it?”

A shiver runs down Wanda’s spine at the raspy tone, her fingers tightening defensively around the toy. Agatha’s tongue traces the shell of her ear, and Wanda has to muffle a whimper. She swallows harshly, her fingers fumbling slightly as she tries to figure out how to orient the harness. 

“I can,” Wanda begins, her brows furrowing in an adorable manner that has Agatha ready to pounce. “I wanna make you proud.” 

The last few words are mumbled, and Agatha practically glows at the sentiment. She decides to take mercy on Wanda, twisting her fingers and smirking at the way the younger witch jerks briefly as purple magic places the harness snugly around her hips. Muttering an incantation, Agatha places her hand around the strap while applying the spell that will link it to Wanda. 

“Hands behind your back.” Agatha whispers, feeling Wanda’s fingers grazing her own. The redhead looks down sheepishly as she positions her hands near the small of her back, peering up at Agatha through her lashes once the action is completed. 

Agatha nods her approval and pumps her hand, just once, to ensure that the link has been established between the toy and Wanda. The small gasp she hears from her apprentice tells her that she was successful, and a wide smile makes its way onto her face. 

Moving her attention from Wanda’s ear to her lips, Agatha swipes her tongue over the girl’s bottom lip, feeling her mouth part at the action. She sucks in a breath, her own body flushing as she leans in to kiss Wanda properly. 

The younger witch can’t help the moans and whimpers that escape her, Agatha’s mouth greedily swallowing them all. It doesn’t help that Agatha’s fingers are lazily stroking the length of the strap, the sensation almost overwhelmingly pleasurable. 

“Stay still,” Agatha instructs, after briefly breaking the kiss. She rests her forehead against Wanda’s, enjoying the small sounds that escape her when she increases the speed of her strokes. Her other hand reaches up to grasp at the back of Wanda’s neck, holding her tightly when the girl starts to tremble. 

“I’m gonna,” Wanda cuts herself off, breathing heavily. Her breaths intermingle with her mentor’s, the space between them practically nonexistent as she fights her impending orgasm. 

Agatha smirks, tilting her head to suck Wanda’s lower lip between her own. Her teeth nibble slightly on it, pulling a shaky breath from the trembling girl. Her hand increases its speed once more, applying more pressure with each stroke as Wanda’s hips jolt. 

Moaning openly now, Wanda clenches her own wrist behind her in an attempt to not move. She can feel her nails digging into the soft skin of her wrist, but she can’t bring herself to care. She refuses to move, to disobey a direct order from her mentor. Disobeying means punishment, and her backside had hurt for weeks after the last punishment she received. 

“Good girl,” Agatha rasps, breaking the kiss. A single strand of spit connects their swollen lips, and Agatha moves her mouth towards the girl’s neck. “Are you close?” 

She doesn’t give Wanda an opportunity to respond, her teeth sinking into her neck and pulling a broken moan from the depths of her chest. Agatha smiles at the sound, knowing that Wanda is about twenty seconds away from an orgasm based purely on how fast her hips are rutting against her hand. 

Agatha can’t have that. The hand on the back of Wanda’s neck reaches up and grips her hair tightly, and she wrenches her head back to an uncomfortable degree as she stares at Wanda’s wide eyes. “What did I just tell you?” 

The hissed words wrap around Wanda’s ears, sinking deep into her mind as she blinks stupidly. She wracked her brain for a response, but the only thing on her mind was her rapidly rising orgasm. 

“Please?” Wanda couldn’t help the whiny tone, her voice strained as she fought to hold back her peak. Agatha’s dark eyes are boring into her, and she can feel tears welling up in her own as she trembles against her mentor’s tight hold 

“That’s not what I asked, you stupid slut.” Agatha’s hand stops, pulling away from the toy as a needy whimper claws its way out of Wanda’s throat. She’s proud of her apprentice for keeping still, taking note of the way her arms are tightly pressed against her body in an effort to not move. 

Wanda’s eyes close, tears threatening to fall at being denied at the last second. She can’t understand why Agatha had stopped, her mind getting up to speed with the loss of contact that her body protests. 

“What did I do? Wanda asks, her voice soft. 

Agatha doesn’t think she’s ever been more turned on in her life. Fuck, Wanda sounds so small, like a delicate flower that Agatha can’t wait to mold into something lush and thriving. She drags her bottom lip between her teeth as she controls her breathing, letting her arousal simmer down slightly before continuing. 

“Nothing, you sweet thing.” Agatha murmurs, pushing against Wanda’s sternum until the girl is positioned perfectly against the headboard. Multiple pillows support her back, and Agatha decides to take mercy on the girl by restraining her wrists for her. 

As purple tendrils pull Wanda’s arms to the sides of the bed, she looks up at Agatha in confusion, her eyes glossy. “I was being good…” 

The whiny protest sounds like music to Agatha’s ears, and she kisses Wanda deeply  before pulling away and whispering, “I know, hon. But this makes me happy, and you don’t want to upset me do you?”

Green eyes widen, and Wanda shakes her head quickly. Agatha smirks to herself, feeling her own wetness leaking down her thighs as she finally removes her robe. Wanda’s eyes are glued to her chest, bouncing between each hard nipple before daring to look lower. At the sight of her mentor’s glistening juices dripping onto the sheets, Wanda lets out a low moan. 

“Let me help you,” Wanda pleads, watching Agatha lay down on her stomach, her lips painfully close to the sensitive strap still attached to her waist. “Let me make you feel good, please?”

“Oh sweetheart, you are making me feel good.” Agatha’s voice is raspy, and the sound of it sends bolts of pleasure towards Wanda’s core. Plump lips gently kiss the tip of the strap, and Wanda tries not to squirm as Agatha begins planting soft kisses down the length of it. 

As soon as she reaches the base of the strap, Agatha places her hands on Wanda’s thighs, gripping tightly to keep her still. In one smooth motion, she flattens her tongue and licks from the base of the strap to the very tip of the toy, before wrapping her lips around it and sucking. 

Wanda tries to move, the sensations overwhelming her immediately. Agatha’s hands are strong, her nails digging into her sensitive thighs as she holds her hips in place. Drawn out whimpers mix with the strangled moans escaping Wanda’s lips, and Agatha doesn’t think she’s ever heard a more beautiful sound. 

Sucking in a deep breath, Agatha takes the strap in her mouth as far as it will go, relishing in the throaty cry that erupts from her shaking apprentice. She hums happily, the vibrations shooting down the toy and causing Wanda to practically scream as she moans. 

Pulling away, Agatha catches her breath, watching the tears roll down Wanda’s face. “You okay, hon? You said you could handle this, did you lie to me?” 

Shaking her head frantically, Wanda attempts to wipe away her tears, before the purple tendrils still wrapped around her wrists stops her movements. She gives up, her chest heaving as she watches Agatha litter her thighs with soft kisses, giving her a moment to calm down. 

Agatha stares back, her pupils blown as she takes in Wanda’s tear streaked face. She lets a pitying expression morph her face, a smile playing around her lips as she commands, “Just keep sitting there and looking at me with those pretty eyes, alright?”

Before Wanda can even attempt a response, Agatha’s lips are wrapped around her strap, and she takes the entire length of it down her throat in one smooth movement. This time, Wanda really does scream, the sound ripping through her as the overwhelming pleasure builds painfully. She’s not even sure that she wants to come, the pain overtaking pleasure in an instant, but her orgasm rises nonetheless, coaxed out by Agatha’s skilled tongue and warm mouth. 

Tears flow freely now, tiny sobs wracking Wanda’s body as she begins pulling against the restraints in earnest. “Please, Aggie. It… it hurts, please stop.” 

Agatha moans at that, another scream tearing itself from Wanda’s tired throat at the vibration. She feels Wanda’s thighs tense up, and the poor girl’s thighs shake from the effort of holding back her orgasm. Taking pity, Agatha pulls away, the strap making a harsh ‘pop’ noise as she releases the suction of her lips. 

Not knowing whether to cry in relief or disappointment, Wanda lets the haze in her mind take over as Agatha kisses her way up her quivering body. She goes limp, her wrists hanging from the restraints as she catches her breath. She can barely see, the tears in her eyes causing the room to blur. 

Gentle fingers wipe away her tears, and Agatha’s face comes into focus. “Still with me, hon?” 

Wanda sobs, nodding slightly as Agatha’s eyes dart to her lips. She leans in, slipping her tongue past Wanda’s lips and kissing her aggressively. Her teeth clack against Wanda’s, and she feels her head hit the headboard from the force of it.

“Do you want me to stop?” Agatha asks, after pulling at Wanda’s bottom lip with her teeth, admiring the bruised flesh as she kisses it softly. Wanda hesitates for a brief moment, before shaking her head. 

Agatha smiles widely, and Wanda’s eyes widen. “Just, not too much. Please?” She begs, her words falling on deaf ears as Agatha positions herself over the spit covered strap. Shaking her head, Agatha leans in and lightly places her lips against Wanda’s sweat dampened forehead. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” Agatha asks, her voice teasing as a resigned look appears in Wanda’s glassy eyes. She reaches up and tucks Wanda’s hair behind her ears, brushing away the baby hairs that stick to her temples. “I enjoy breaking you, my dear. Especially when you scream so prettily for me.”

A whimper falls from Wanda’s bruised lips, and Agatha feels her arousal slowly move down the length of her thigh. It drips, landing on Wanda’s thigh. Green eyes shoot downward, taking in the glistening area between Agatha’s thighs with amazement, before looking back at her mentor with wonder. 

Sending a nasty smirk at her apprentice, Agatha moves her hips, the tip of the strap just barely brushing her entrance. She can tell that Wanda feels the heat emanating from her core, as she feebly attempts to thrust her hips. 

“Beg for it.” Agatha whispers, her eyes boring into sparkling green ones. 

Hesitating, Wanda draws a shaky breath, preparing herself for the overstimulation that she knows is coming. “Please fuck youself on my strap, Aggie. I want it so badly, and I wanna be a good girl for you. Use me.” She hesitates again at the feral look that appears in Agatha’s eyes, before continuing with a shaky voice, “Use me for your own pleasure, Aggie. I don’t mind.”

As soon as the words leave Wanda’s lips, Agatha can’t control herself anymore. She sinks down onto the strap, taking the entire length in one movement. She slaps a hand over Wanda’s mouth, muffling the scream that erupts from her. Grinning wildly, Agatha moves her hips, fucking herself on the toy as Wanda starts sobbing harder than before. 

Taking a quick look in Wanda’s head, Agatha makes sure that her apprentice is alright before prodding her fingers at her swollen lips. They part, a dazed look in Wanda’s eyes as tears continue to stream down her face. She whimpers around the digits, her tongue attempting to swirl around them, her energy spent. 

“Good girl, such a brainless little whore for me aren’t you?” Agatha murmurs, pleased at the slow nod of Wanda’s head. “You should know by now that crying only makes me want to hurt you more.”

There isn’t a thought behind those glassy green eyes, Wanda’s body shaking as it processes the sheer amount of pleasure it's receiving. She doesn’t even want to come anymore, her orgasm feebly attempting to rise through the pain of too much stimulation. She just lets her eyes stare into Agatha’s as her mentor bounces up and down on her strap. 

Agatha’s fingers tighten around Wanda’s throat from where her hand had been idly resting. Wanda choked around her fingers, a weak moan sounding around between her quick breaths. As soon as the sound reaches Agatha’s ears, her orgasm rips through her. 

It was an explosive thing, tensing what seems like every muscle in her body before releasing and sending shudders throughout her body. Agatha feels her clit pulsing wildly, her walls clamping down around the strap as she grinds against Wanda’s pelvis. 

She draws out every last drop of pleasure, as Wanda whimpers and trembles beneath her. A second, smaller orgasm hits her when her apprentice lets loose a final sob, her tears splashing on Agatha’s hand. Pulling her fingers roughly from Wanda’s mouth, Agatha moves her lips urgently against her swollen ones. 

Kissing Wanda like her life depends on it, Agatha distracts her well enough that she’s able to remove herself from the strap on with only a few weak whimpers making their way out of Wanda’s ragged throat. She swallows the sounds greedily, before pulling away and kissing her apprentice’s tear-stained cheeks. 

Resting her sweaty forehead against Wanda’s equally as damp one, Agatha feels her heart calm from its frantic beat. She twists her fingers, the purple tendrils on Wanda’s wrists disappearing. Agatha feels arms wrap around her waist, trembling slightly. She kisses the bridge of Wanda’s nose, before softly asking, “Do you want to come, my love?”

Wanda sniffles, “No, just reassure me. Please?”

Agatha knew exactly what she meant, she knew that Wanda needed to know that what she’d said and done in the moment was just for the scene. Snaking her arms around Wanda’s shoulders and cupping the back of her neck, Agatha held her tightly against her front, her apprentice’s face buried in her neck.

“You did such a good job sweetheart, I’m so proud of you.” Agatha’s voice was soft, pulling Wanda out of the comfortable subspace she was in. “You’re such a good girl, my good girl. You took me so well, and I’m proud that you tried something new tonight, my brave, little, adventurous apprentice.”

The last part of her sentence drew a small laugh from Wanda, and Agatha smiled into her vanilla-scented hair relishing in the feeling of Wanda’s lips against her skin. As much as she enjoyed the kinkier aspects of sex, and being rough with Wanda, she wouldn’t trade anything for these soft moments afterwards. 

“I love you, Aggie.” Wanda’s voice was muffled, her lips moving over Agatha’s sweat-soaked skin. She placed a few kisses near her ear, “I liked hearing you call me… those names.”

Agatha smirked, remembering the derogatory language she’d experimentally used. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, love. But you know that you’re not those things, right?” She pulled Wanda’s head back, fingers curling at the nape of her neck as her eyes bore into wide green ones. 

“I know, thank you.” The words were whispered, and a single tear dropped from Wanda’s eye. 

Pulling her close again, Agatha rubbed soothing circles against her upper back, cradling Wanda’s head close to her heart. “You’re not those things, I promise. You’re my adorable apprentice, who does such a good job pleasing me and making me happy. Honestly Wanda, you could do just about anything, or nothing at all, and I would still love you.”

Wanda’s cries grew quieter, her breath evening out with each soft word that her mentor spoke. “You’re good at magic, you’re good at feeding Señor Scratchy when he’s in a mood, you’re good at being a ray of motherfucking sunshine that lights up my entire life and I am so proud of you, love.”

Agatha knew that she was rambling, but feeling those precious lips smile against her skin made the embarrassment worth it. At the end of the day, it was really Wanda who had all the power, whether she knew it or not. If Wanda wanted Agatha to move the ocean because the tides reached too far up the shoreline for her liking, she’d somehow find a way to fucking move an ocean. 

Anything to keep Wanda happy, that was Agatha’s motto. 

Anything.

[wndaswife]

teacher's pet

gif is not mine; credit to the creator.

wanda maximoff x fem!reader

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

word count: 13 782

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s Ms Maximoff,” Wanda corrected promptly. Your blood ran cold. Fuck. Bad first impression.

Agatha cleared her throat. “Ms Maximoff is our foreign language teacher here.” You detected some discomfort in her tone, but you couldn’t be bothered to determine its meaning. Your eyes stole glances of Wanda Maximoff whenever you could under the impression that she didn’t notice every time your eyes flickered over to her face or her hips or the unbuttoned collar of her blouse.

Wiping the palms of your hands against your sides awkwardly, you spoke again, “Sorry. Ms Maximoff,” you corrected yourself. Wanda seemed pleased with your compliance and she nodded. “Um… What languages do you teach?” Your attempt to continue a conversation with her was pathetic, but at least she looked like she was putting together a response. Agatha was barely in your eyeline, but you imagined she looked slightly out of place.

“Anything Slavic,” Wanda replied simply. Her eyes did not leave yours once as she answered you. The brief answers coming from her were directly opposing the undivided attention she gave you as green eyes focused exclusively on you, her body not turning away for a moment either.

It must’ve been a good sign though, wasn’t it? If your impression had been bad enough, you imagined Wanda wouldn’t pay as much attention to you as she was now.

“Oh, wow,” you mused. Wanda must’ve been quite smart, having spent that much time learning that many languages. Your mind wandered to a focused Wanda teaching a different language in her tight pencil skirt, the words rolling off her tongue with a certain rasp and smoothness that was signaturely hers. Her blouse unbuttoned just a tad bit more as she leaned over your desk-

“Do you come from a Slavic-langauge speaking country?” you asked, forcing yourself to be monetarily free from your fantasies in order to look like a functioning human being in front of the prettiest woman alive.

Despite the hesitation that occurred before your second sentence, Wanda looked unphased. Did she notice it at all? She noticed every single quirk of your eyebrows and the upward twitches of the corners of your mouth, every millisecond you took before answering her. “Indeed. I grew up in Moscow,” she responded, her clandestine attentiveness to your behaviour unexpressed.

You could only find yourself nodding in understanding of her response. Your brain was sorted through hastily for a satisfactory response to that, but you found you couldn’t do anything but nod silently.

Speaking up again, Agatha inserted herself into yours and Wanda’s conversation, “We don’t want to keep you, Ms Maximoff. We’ll be off.” She nodded in your direction and you turned to follow behind Agatha. Her sudden stern professionalism towards Wanda went unnoticed by you. You looked over your shoulder to smile at Wanda politely but she was already heading down the hallway.

Later, during lunch in the staff room, you were alone in the empty room after finishing your meal. The day had passed quite quickly, but then, it was only noon. Either way, you imagined it was also partially due to how nice everyone was to you and how much you were enjoying the job. Agatha was entirely too sweet to you, and her students were too.

While heading towards the staff room earlier, Pepper Potts, who taught business and management, spoke with you while she went to print out copies of her worksheet assignment. She was married to Tony Stark, the school’s mechanics teacher. She was wonderfully informative and supportive of your presence at the high school. After the conversation, you found you were eager to meet everyone else.

But Wanda was very different from them. She was withdrawn and elusive, but the depth in her stares while you spoke with her was evident of a rich inner world behind sharp eyes and controlled behaviour. Wanda seemed to like you the least of everyone you worked with, but she intrigued you the most.

The door of the staff room was pushed open and you raised your head from your phone.

Wanda stepped into the staff room, a stack of papers in hand and an empty coffee mug in the other. Her eyes were raking down the content of the papers she was holding. You wondered if she even noticed you were sitting at the table at the side of the room, and with no desire to surprise her, you sunk down in your seat and kept quiet.

Peeking from above the top of your phone, you watched as Wanda set up the Keurig to brew herself a cup of coffee. A desire to see the flavour she chose for her coffee grew within you as you continued to silently watch her.

She spoke suddenly and you jumped in your seat, “You’ve caused quite the stir amongst the staff here.” So, she had known that you were in the room, and she was entirely unconcerned with your presence. Her back was still facing you as she placed her mug under the Keurig’s spout.

You put the realisation behind you to answer her, picking the conversation up from where she had started it. “Really? Why?” you asked, feeling inexplicably proud.

“It’s beyond me.”

And just like that, all the pride deflated from you and you felt dejected.

Wanda stopped the smirk that tugged at the corners of her lips at the thrill that degrading you gave her. But you were a sweet girl, truly. You took her indolence well despite how purposely cold she was being. There was something so alluring about the falling of your shoulders and the responsibility you obviously immediately carried on your back to please her the moment she felt displeased.

“There is one thing you can do for me, Y/N,” she spoke, turning around to look at you. The sight she was greeted with was nothing short of captivating. You were sitting at the furthest seat from the entrance of the staff room, your body shrunken down in your chair, evidence of shy obedience.

“What is it?” you answered, immediately excited to make it up to her. Wanda absolutely adored it.

“The coffee brewer seems to be broken again.”

“I’ll fix it!” you offered quickly and stood up from your chair to walk over to her.

Wanda watched you intently as you headed over to the Keurig behind her. She turned to face you, not wanting to miss a moment. Your tongue peeked out at the corner of your mouth as you began fiddling with the coffee machine, trying to figure out how to fix it. You were so cute and innocent. So good to Wanda despite how indifferent she behaved around you. She watched you the entire time you were fixing the Keurig.

Panic was spread across every one of your nerves, desperate to quickly find an answer to Wanda's issue. If you backed away from the machine without having fixed at least a single part of it, you’d die of embarrassment once you had to sit back down without an answer. A wave of relief washed over you as your eyes trailed up the Keurig's wire. “Oh! It’s not plugged in,” you noted aloud and reached over the counter to plug it in. The wire was inches away from the tips of your fingers.

As if she hadn’t known that, as if she hadn’t been the very one to unplug it to be able to call you over to her, Wanda leaned over the counter instead and plugged the machine into the outlet for you, allowing you to see down her blouse and at her breasts. She was wearing a scarlet red lace bra. You imagined a matching pair of panties and your cheeks immediately turned as red as her lingerie.

“You’re a doll. Thank you,” Wanda said finally, straightening up to walk back around to your side of the counter. She started to brew her coffee again. As she did, you looked away from her, willing yourself to stop blushing and act normal. How long had you been staring? Unbeknownst to you, only Wanda knew. She knew down to the very second how long you had been looking down her blouse, eyes running over the swell of her breasts that were hugged snugly by her bra.

You backed away from Wanda and headed to your seat. You’d have to be back at Agatha’s classroom in a few minutes and needed to start heading there now. There was no further conversation with Wanda as you packed your things back up while she brewed her mug of coffee. What interaction you had with her, if one could even call it that, was when you exited the staff room together.

Yelena Belova and Kate Bishop were passing by the room when you left. They stopped in their tracks at the sight of you and backtracked their steps to face you together.

“What’s up, Y/N?” Kate greeted you with a grin.

“Kate and I are about to go for lunch at the pizza place down the road. Do you wanna join us?” Yelena offered.

You only noticed Wanda was behind you when she abruptly spoke. “Lunch ends in five minutes, girls. I do hope you’ll be back in time for class. Otherwise, I wouldn’t suggest leaving at all,” Wanda told them sternly. Her eyebrows were stitched together. She almost looked angry. You had no idea Wanda was such a strict teacher, but perhaps you shouldn’t have been surprised.

Yelena and Kate exchanged a look and you glanced over to Wanda. Her glare was unyielding as she stared the two students down as if she was silently challenging them to argue with her. Her head tipped to the side slightly, menacingly, even, and the two girls finally responded.

“Fine, Ms Maximoff,” Kate huffed out, irritation laced tightly around her response.

“Guess we’ll starve today,” Yelena retorted and the two girls continued heading down the hallway to their classes, but not without Kate flashing you a smile from over her shoulder.

Wanda said nothing more after that, and she passed you without a word after Kate and Yelena turned a corner.

You watched the swaying of Wanda’s hips as she walked ahead of you, then her red lips as they wrapped around the rim of her mug. Forcing yourself to look away, you closed the staff room door and headed down to Agatha’s classroom.

The rest of the day passed as quickly as you imagined it would. Natasha Romanoff, who you learned taught physical education, walked you to your car as the two of you conversed about miscellaneous topics. But mostly about each other.

Natasha was a witty and kindhearted woman. You quite enjoyed talking with her, and by the time you arrived at your car, you wished you had taken more time to walk with her. Against the driver's door of your car, she and you continued your conversation. She had progressively been stepping closer to you as you conversed, and you were glad for the closeness that you were forming between you and your coworkers.

There were only a few cars left around the two of you by the time you and Natasha exchanged numbers, including a red Buick that was parked a few metres behind yours. After giving her phone back from adding your number into her contact list, the Buick’s engine started. It drove past you and Natasha, picking up speed as it pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road as if the driver was in a rage.

“Was that a student here?” you asked Natasha, taking your focus away from the car and back to the redhead in front of you.

Natasha pushed herself from the door of your car, tucking her phone back into her pocket. “I think that was Wanda’s car,” she answered nonchalantly.

The very mention of her name sent chills down your spine. You shifted in your spot and spoke up, “I think it’s time I head home, but I’ve really enjoyed meeting you.” It was true, you did thoroughly love meeting Agatha, Natasha, Pepper, the students, and even Wanda, although you were entirely sure she did not share the same sentiments.

“Of course. So have I. See you tomorrow,” Natasha responded understandingly with a warm smile.

You fell asleep that night thinking about Wanda Maximoff. Her ringless ring finger. The long locks of her dark orange hair. The inviting colour of her green eyes, almost daring you to delve deeper into them every time you caught them with yours. The swell of her breasts as her blouse exposed the entirety of her red lace bra. Her curved hips hugged tightly by her skirt as she walked ahead of you in the hallway at lunch.

Second to wanting to sleep in for another ten minutes, Wanda invaded your thoughts at the moment of your awakening as well.

As you ate your cereal and read a novel absentmindedly, you noticed the notification from an unknown number.

‘Hiya, Y/N. Good morning :)’ it read.

You knew instantly that it was Natasha. After adding her to your contacts, you responded with, ‘Hi, Natasha! Good morning to you too xx’

When you arrived at work an hour later, you were quick to notice the absence of Agatha’s things in the locked classroom. Had she not yet arrived? You hoped she was pulling into the parking lot now, because any other distance would render her late. How would her students get in?

“Y/N. Good morning,” a voice greeted from behind you and you felt yourself tense. One does not spend every hour of their night and morning daydreaming about a woman only to not recognise her voice the next time you saw her.

Turning around to face Wanda with a meek smile, you replied to her, “Good morning, Ms Maximoff.” You did not notice the way Wanda inhaled sharply at the sight of you, her back straightening slightly. You were wearing skinny jeans that hugged your legs a tad too tight for a professional setting, a black lacy tank and a dark brown loose sweater atop of it. Green eyes wandered up your figure for several milliseconds before meeting yours. The action was not lost on you, but the meaning of it was disregarded as chaste.

After clearing her throat, Wanda spoke again, “Unfortunately, Agatha is out sick today. There is a substitute coming in to supply for her absence, but Steve decided you wouldn't be learning all that you could here if you were working under a substitute teacher, even if for a day.”

Steve Rogers was the high school’s principal. From the brief time you spent with him during your interview and several times as you passed him in the hallway, you saw him as a cordial and confident man.

Wanda listed a few teachers, “Pepper is on a field trip today and her husband’s class went with her. Bruce is otherwise preoccupied, as what is typical. And Natasha…”

There was a pause in her sentence as if she was waiting for some type of reaction on your end. When one did not come, Wanda finished her sentence, “She is available today, but Steve approached me first. So, you will be working under me for the day.”

Working under… Wanda? All day? You swallowed and looked away from her, scratching at your cheek lightly in an attempt to hide your flushed face. Nails then dug into your palms as you tried to take hold of the wildly blooming nerves in your stomach. How were you going to spend the entire day within close proximity to Wanda and behave like a normal human being?

“Okay,” you replied.

Wanda was amused by your simplicity, your willingness to follow along with anything she demanded of you. Her lips twitched upwards as she repressed a smirk. She turned to head across the hallway to her classroom, not uttering a single word to you as she imagined you were following behind her. You were.

You were a bit shorter than Wanda, so you spent the time running your eyes up the expanse of her hair, wondering how it would feel if your fingers brushed through it. Would she like the feeling of it? How did she like her lovers to touch her? How did she touch them?

The door to her classroom was unlocked and she stepped through, flicking on the light as you followed behind her. She was wearing a striped dress consisting of reds, yellows, oranges, and blues. It was similar to the style of the seventies, but Wanda pulled it off perfectly. The ivory tone of her skin balanced out the vibrance of her dress. Her long straight hair framed her high cheekbones. Wanda was beautiful.

You wanted to feel her skin against yours, her warm breath blowing down the side of your neck. You wanted to be enveloped in her scent- sweet fig and woodsy earth. Her rough hands roaming your body without a sliver of hesitation, without restraint.

A sigh escaped Wanda as her bag slipped from her shoulder, laying it down on her desk chair. She turned to you. “You can sit wherever you’d like,” she told you, her hand gesturing to the U-shaped table by her desk. You set your bag down at the table closest to the door and furthest from Wanda’s desk.

“Please, darling, closer. No need to be so far away.” Wanda beckoned you over with her hand and, with a blush, you picked your bag up and sat in the middle of the table. “I don’t bite,” she purred out, and your legs turned to jelly. Fortunately, you plopped yourself down in your seat on time.

“That’s better,” she said with a pleased smile and lifted her bag onto her desk to take a seat at her chair. Wanda began unpacking her things and you watched her as you unpacked yours too. It was slightly unsettling how sweet she was being to you so suddenly. She had always been a bit aloof and, frankly, repelled by you. What had changed? The answer was far from realisation and that settled in you uncomfortably.

“I teach four classes a day,” Wanda spoke as she flipped through a large binder she had in her desk drawer that was now sitting on her desk in front of her. You settled your movements and you stayed quiet to listen to her words. “I know you’re used to a maximum of two with Agatha, but I am the only foreign language teacher here, and Agatha is one of the several history teachers. Hence, I teach more in a school day than her.” She had her binder open to today’s date. There was a list of detailed events and scheduled lessons outlined on the page. “I hope this isn’t too much for you. If you can’t keep up, I’d recommend you relegate to Ms Romanoff’s classes for the day instead.”

The last bit sounded demeaning of Natasha, but you tried not to read into it much; you had no clue how your coworkers interacted with each other, and for all you knew, Wanda’s wording meant nothing. “No, it’s not too much for me, Ms Maximoff. I can keep up,” you promised her with a nod.

Wanda’s chin rested in her hand as she looked at you, an impressed hum sounding from her. “That’s good. I knew you were a bright girl, Y/N,” she praised with a smile. The upwards curve of her soft lips was unrestrained and genuine. Wanda looked so natural like this. You didn’t know her much, but even you could figure that the overly-strict and stern high school teacher was not everything she was. She was more. Much more. You hoped this was only the beginning of figuring out just what that ‘more’ involved.

“Thank you, Ms Maximoff,” you responded, proud of having been praised by her.

“You can call me Wanda.” She’d been strict with you because she liked having you submit to her. She liked when you addressed her formally, how simple-minded you were when you followed her orders. But avoiding diving into things right away for some foreplay, whether you knew it was happening or not, was delicious. Now, she’d have you another way.

Pride beamed out of you as you successfully arrived at first-name basis. As if every god in Valhalla stood together to smile down at you, a giggle escaped Wanda at your reaction. You were so adorable. Innocent. Corruptible.

“Okay. Wanda,” you replied with a bright grin. The name slipped smoothly from your tongue, embracing every curve of your mouth and edge of your lips.

Wanda’s head tipped to the side in her hand, staring at you with something alike to admiration. The attention made you squirm and you looked back down to your notebook filled with miscellaneous notes on Agatha’s history lessons and notable methods of teaching.

Several students slipped into the classroom and you watched Wanda’s posture straighten and she hardened back into her previous sternness.

“Good morning, Ms Maximoff,” some students chirped as they headed to their desks. Wanda greeted them politely and she continued with setting up the day’s lessons.

It finally settled in you that Wanda was going to speak another language for most of the day, and you were allowed to listen, help where you could, and take notes. This was the closest thing you’d ever gotten to heaven. You doodled absently and took some notes on Wanda’s methods of preparation, all the while students were filing into the classroom steadily.

Ten minutes later, everyone was settled and Wanda stood from her seat, heading towards the front of the class. “Good morning, everyone. I hope you’re all well-rested, because our Russian lesson will be heavy this morning,” she told them as she reached the front of the room. The students groaned simultaneously. She handed a stack of sheets to the student closest to her to hand out the papers, which they promptly did.

“But first, I’d like to introduce Y/N.” Wanda gestured to the back of the classroom where you sat. Approximately twenty-five heads turned to look at you. You smiled awkwardly and waved. “For today, she’s going to assist my class. Don’t be afraid to go to her for help with any of your academic questions,” she spoke. Her eyes were on you for several moments, and once they left you, they did not return until Carol Danvers stood from her desk during the class’ work period to speak with you.

After Wanda’s lessons, you had learned how to read several letters of the Russian alphabet, and how to say ‘Hello, how are you?’ in Russian too.

“Hi,” Carol said shyly as she invited herself to take a seat in front of you across the table.

You didn’t know much about Carol besides what Natasha had told you the other day. Carol was the top of her class in physical education, continuously excelling in sports team leadership, winning countless trophies for the high school when their teams went out to tournaments. She was a bright young woman with a promising future, but the way Wanda glared at the two of you interacting made you question your first impressions of her.

“Hi,” you answered with a polite smile. You shifted in your seat, positioning yourself to talk to her with undivided attention. “Can I help you with something?” You’ve always loved helping people. You loved having answers to things, to see the enlightened expression on people’s faces once you helped them. You loved pleasing.

Incidentally, Wanda loved being pleased.

Maria Rambeau exchanged a look with Carol and the blonde turned back around to you. The exchange was slightly odd, but Carol’s curious eyes brought your attention back to her. “Actually, yes,” Carol started and played with her fingers atop of the table. “I was wondering…” Her words came out slow but you simply nodded in patient understanding.

If looks could kill, Carol Danvers would’ve been incinerated by Wanda on the spot three times over.

“Are you, um… Do you do after-school tutoring?” Carol asked with an innocent raise of her eyebrows. You took a few seconds to come up with a response as you tried deciphering what she was asking of you. “I just mean, I do a lot of training and tournaments during and after school. So, I was just curious if you offered tutoring. Y’know, after school,” she elaborated with dramatic swishes of her hands.

Wanda knew precisely what Carol was asking- whether or not you had plans after work, whether or not you were seeing someone. Her jaw clenched and she forced herself to wait a few moments longer so she could reprimand Carol with just enough evidence to send her back to her desk. She hadn’t known you long, no, but time meant little to Wanda when you were being flirted with right in front of her.

Wanda also knew that you were too oblivious to know what was going on, and if you were to eventually figure it out on your own, it’d take several more minutes for you to do so.

And Carol was much too young for you. She had just turned eighteen, and Carol’s attraction to you was nothing more than a childish crush. You needed someone mature, someone with experience. Someone to tell you what to do. Sweet girls like you deserved that. Not a half-brained high schooler.

“What do you need tutoring with? I’m not very good with Russian like Ms Maximoff is, if that’s what you’re looking for,” you replied to Carol with a sheepish smile. The mention of her name in your mouth while talking to another girl made Wanda feel all the more territorial over you.

“Uh, anything!” Carol replied with an eager grin. She sat up straight in her seat, hands in her lap as she leaned forward confidently. “I mean, anything. I’m sort of… lacking in everything. Academically. So, whatever you can offer, I’d love to go out with.” Her words stumbled into a Freudian Slip, and not even you could miss that one. Carol’s face turned bright red and she stuttered out helplessly, trying to cover up what she had just said.

Peter Parker giggled with Kate somewhere closer to the front of the classroom. With Carol’s status at school, she had many friends, meaning many people knew her business. Everyone knew that Carol was a lesbian and crushing hard on Ms Harkness’ new assistant. Realising how loud she had been speaking, Carol flushed even redder and she stood up abruptly. “Sorry,” she muttered out into her hands, obviously embarrassed as she excused herself from the classroom without another word.

A grin tugged at Wanda’s lips after all of thirty seconds passed before Carol messed things up for herself without any external intervention. She couldn’t help the throb between her thighs when you remained hers without having to lift a single finger.

Your eyes followed Carol as she disappeared down the hallway. Immense guilt fell over you as you thought over what you could’ve done to support her. You didn’t like her the way she did you, but she was a nice girl. Your fingers tapped against the table anxiously.

About to stand up to follow Carol out to comfort her, Wanda spoke to you, “Y/N.” Her voice was quiet but stern as it cut through the otherwise silent classroom. You turned to her. ‘Leave her,’ Wanda mouthed silently. The demand felt domineering. Possessive. But you couldn’t shake the warmth that it placed in your chest, being commanded by Wanda Maximoff. You sat back down in your seat and continued to go through your course’s sideshow from yesterday that you had missed to have your first day here.

Wanda smiled at your easy compliance and returned back to her own work.

Up until lunch, the day had not only been passing quickly, but enjoyably as well. Wanda was very obviously passionate about teaching languages, and she was more than qualified to do so. Her lessons were etched into your mind with ease as you listened closely to every word Wanda uttered about the history of the Cyrillic language and Russian grammar as her speech was interlaced with an accent that was much stronger while she was speaking English and Russian simultaneously. The rolling of her R’s made your core throb uncomfortably.

“Would you like to go out for coffee with me, sweetheart?” Wanda offered as she put her notes away into her binder after class. You nodded immediately in response and the high school teacher smiled down at you. She took her purse with one hand as she approached you. A finger hooked itself under your chin and Wanda tipped your head up to look at her. Her eyes were solemn as they looked down at your doe eyes and soft lips. A smile formed on her lips again as you let her touch you without restraint, completely at her mercy.

Maybe if it was anyone else, you’d have pulled away from the contact without a second’s notice. But it was Wanda. Wanda had hooked her finger under your chin, making you look up as if you were on your knees for her. And you would’ve actually done so if she asked. Your warm breath exhaled on her ring-clad thumb as its pad ran softly over your bottom lip. Green eyes were dark as they continued to look down at you. You wished you knew what she was thinking. Her gaze was possessive and almost patronising.

“Sweet girl,” she uttered out softly. “Let’s go.”

As Wanda headed towards the classroom’s front door, you quickly packed your things into your bag and followed behind her hastily, nearly tripping on the foot of the U-shaped table. A smirk was flashed at you as Wanda mused at your eagerness to spend your lunchtime with her.

“Your boyfriend must be proud of you and your new position here,” Wanda assumed aloud as she pulled out of the school’s parking lot. She was wearing shades with the car windows down, wind blowing through her strawberry blonde hair. When you slipped into the passenger’s seat, you were certain this was the exact same car that sped past you and Natasha yesterday.

Carol tiptoed around it, but Wanda was not entirely one for subtleties when she knew what she wanted. She’d take you whole.

Your head leaned against the side of the car, allowing the wind to caress every inch of your face as Wanda drove to a cafe she knew. “I’m sure he would be if I had one,” you responded. You were quite the oblivious person sometimes. It didn’t take much to be the most intuitive person your friends knew, but when it came to your own personal life, you couldn’t tell when someone was purposely flirting with you until they outright mentioned it like Carol had earlier.

Wanda’s car smelled good. It smelled like her. Subtly sweet. Honeyed earth. It felt like a warm, indirect hug from her.

The comfort you felt as you were driven down a sunny road by Wanda was not lost on her. She looked over at you warmly, the sight of your eased expression made immeasurable pride blossom in her. Nothing Natasha nor Agatha could do would ever make you feel like this, and Wanda was doing little to nothing to have you wrapped around her finger. If she leaned over to wrap a collar around your pretty neck, she doubted you’d protest at all. ‘Wanda’s dirty whore,’ the collar’s name tag would say, and you’d show it off proudly, wouldn’t you? To every pathetic bitch who wanted to fuck you, letting them know that you were entirely hers.

Wanda ground her hips into her seat slightly, applying pressure to her throbbing centre. A muffled moan came from her as she bit down on her bottom lip, both desperation and the desire to be subtle around you contending.

“Is everything alright?” you asked her as you lifted your head from the window.

“I’m fine, darling. You’re so lovely to me,” Wanda replied with a small sly smile. From behind her shaded sunglasses, you couldn’t see the way green eyes trailed down your body, dangerously unfocused from the road. Her tongue pushed into the inside of her cheek, thighs pressing together as her eyes ran down your legs, hidden away, tightly, by your jeans.

Lunch with Wanda was wonderful. She was so gorgeous and kind despite how cold she had been to you when you first met. She went not more than several minutes before flattering you again. Her hands reached for you at every chance possible, running down your legs, your upper arms, tucking your hair behind your ears. You felt so pampered, so taken care of. She bought your coffee and the croissant you wanted- or more accurately, eyed, to which Wanda promptly bought for you. She brushed off the crumbs from your jeans with her palm and around your mouth with her thumb. Her fingers tightened around your thighs as she brushed the crumbs away from them, and took her time in brushing her thumb over your lips, simultaneously stern and feather-weight.

Halfway through the lunch, Wanda went to the washroom, and you thought nothing of it. While she was gone, your mind raced with the lingering feeling of Wanda’s hands on your body, on your face. Minutes turned into seconds while your fingers traced over the ghosting sensations of Wanda’s hands.

All the while, Wanda’s dress was hanging from around her wrist, head leaning back into the wall of a bathroom stall as she thrusted wet fingers into herself languidly, her panties pulled to the side. She kept her moans and pants soft to hear the sloshing of her own cunt, never mind the possibility of someone walking in. What rational bone she had in her body was nonexistent while her mind was filled with the feeling of the pliability of your skin under her wandering hands, the scent of you filling her every sense, even as you were sitting in the other room.

Wanda panted your name out repeatedly as if it were a prayer, each syllable of it running through her mouth, tasting the way it caressed her tongue. Her fingers picked up speed as she drew closer to her climax. The heel of her palm pressed into her clit and her knees buckled, a desperate whimper escaping her. Her walls clenched around nimble fingers as she reached her hilt. She slid down the stall door, riding through her orgasm with shaky fingers, until she forced her legs to straighten and hold herself back up.

Between shaky breaths, Wanda took her hand out from between her thighs and let her dress fall back to its original place. After taking the next few moments to clean herself up, she headed back out to the cafe. Even if you had suspected that she’d been masturbating in the washroom, the sight of a perfectly kempt Wanda would’ve done away with your suspicions.

Approaching from behind you, Wanda placed her hand on your shoulder, squeezing her arm around you gently. “Ready to go, angel?” she asked, looking down at you. You looked up to her and a warm smile formed on Wanda’s lips the moment she saw your curious eyes. So innocent and pretty when you were looking up at her like that.

You responded with a nod and stood up in Wanda’s hold. To avoid overwhelming you with physical contact, Wanda’s arm slipped from around your shoulders and she stepped back to allow you to get ready to leave. You placed the empty coffee mugs beside each other and stacked your sandwich plate atop of Wanda’s before leaving the cafe with her.

Wanda forced herself not to touch you any further to avoid delving into the delusions of her expedition in the washroom earlier. Unbeknownst to her, you were aware of the sudden decline of physical contact, and you missed her warm venturing hands.

You walked closer to her so your shoulder brushed against hers. Wanda did not pull away. If you had urged her just a little bit more, she was likely to climb atop of you in the car and fuck you with her fingers until you came in her mouth whether you wanted it or not. The desire to do so was clawing itself up the frame of her body, and with enough prompting, it’d burst from her every seam. But you parted from her to round to your side of the car and Wanda inhaled sharply as she unlocked the car and entered into the driver’s side.

You’d be the death of her.

Wanda wished she had her strap stowed in her car to bend you over in her backseat and fuck you until you couldn’t take anymore. The car would rock with every pound into your pussy, letting everyone know who you belonged to. Perhaps her students would catch her, and there would undoubtedly be consequences to that, but that was far from the list of Wanda’s primary concerns.

Throughout the ride back to school, Wanda kept stealing glances of your relaxed body language, your expression at ease as you were vulnerable in her presence, entirely trusting of her. She could feel pressure begin to build between her hips again at your innocence. You had no idea how Wanda’s fingers had been knuckle-deep in her cunt earlier, fucking herself until she came to the thought of you. You had no idea how desperate she was to fuck you dumb.

Needless to say, it was a turbulent ride as Wanda’s needs went unsatisfied. She imagined coming right out with it and telling you how wet she was, how badly she needed you to eat her out. Like the good girl you were, you’d do anything for her. Anything she asked you to. She imagined the feeling of your soft hair as it was tightened into her fist while she pushed your face further down between her thighs, her other hand squeezing the wheel.

Wanda pulled into the school’s parking lot and parked her car within the next several moments. She and you had a few minutes left before lunch ended. “I really enjoyed lunch with you,” Wanda told you, taking her keys out of ignition as she looked over to you.

You smiled widely, pride bubbling up inside you. The sight made Wanda all but melt. “I did too. I hope we can spend more time together soon,” you admitted. As kind as Natasha and Agatha were, your admiration of Wanda was dissimilar to how you felt about them. Your admiration for Wanda nestled within you warmly. It opened your eyes to find every opportunity possible to spend with her. It was uplifting and exciting.

Wanda’s hand raised to your cheek, stroking your cheekbone softly with her thumb as one would do with fine porcelain. She cared little about the possibility of anyone catching the two of you. In fact, she almost hoped for someone to. Natasha Romanoff or Carol Danvers, any of those other pitiful broads trying to get into bed with you. They didn’t deserve you. “We should get going, angel.” The tips of her fingers grazed along your jaw as she pulled away to step out of the car.

You sat in the car for a moment more, trying to catch your breath and settle your nerves from the sudden intimate contact. To avoid looking like an idiot, you forced yourself to follow Wanda and step out of the car, taking your bag with you as you rounded the vehicle to join her side.

The Russian smiled over at you and you took a step closer to her side as you both headed into the school. Her pretty girl, stuck to her side without so much as a beckon. Although, you’d likely love it more if Wanda had her hand tightened around your forearm, forcing you forward by her side possessively.

“Y/N!” a voice called from behind you and Wanda. The two of you turned at the doors of the school to see a familiar redhead heading your way with a waving hand.

Wanda’s jaw tensed and without a second thought, she raised her hand to the small of your back. You arched slightly, unknowing of the way you stepped into Wanda’s side. But Wanda had caught onto it. A smirk tugged at her lips at your subconscious desire to be hers. The hesitant expression on Natasha’s face only pulled her smirk further upwards.

Natasha’s eyes flickered between the two of you, but you were entirely oblivious of her curiosity. “Are you two… Were you out? For lunch?” she asked, an awkward smile on her lips as her eyebrows furrowed.

“Wanda and I went out for coffee,” you told her, sounding proud of being in Wanda’s presence. “Did you have lunch already?”

Wanda pushed her tongue into the side of her cheek at your concern for Natasha.

“I… I did. I texted you earlier, actually. I wasn’t sure if you got my texts,” Natasha said with a sheepish chuckle. “Were you busy?”

“She was,” Wanda replied abruptly. Your gaze darted over to her, surprised at the harshness of her tone. Even when you’d first met, Wanda never sounded like that.

Natasha’s gaze hardened momentarily, but she eased her stance and expression quickly in an attempt to play nice around you. “Alright. It’s no problem. Just don’t forget to text me back when you’re free,” she told you with a slight smirk. She passed close by you, shoulders nearly brushing as Natasha entered the school.

The demanding tone of Natasha’s words spiked immeasurable amounts of anger in Wanda. The slyness of Natasha's smirk and the implication in her glare. Without even having meant to, Wanda’s hand formed into a claw and she dug her nails into the small of your back as her eyes followed the redhead into the building. The pain was sharp and you pulled away at the feeling of Wanda’s nails pressing into your skin. Although she noticed the way you flinched from her painful contact, Wanda only rounded her hand to your hip, pulling you flush against her side.

Without another word, Wanda walked you into the building with her, both of your hips joined. Her fingernails were still digging into your skin, albeit into your hip this time, but the warmth radiating from her, the scent of her perfume, numbed the pain entirely. With her other hand, she fished her classroom keys out of her purse. From what you recalled, Wanda didn’t have a class next period, so you weren’t sure why she was so hurried. Her key nearly slipped from her fingers as she shoved it into the doorknob.

“Wand-”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” Wanda gritted out. Her jaw was clenched and her fingers trembled slightly. The edge of her tone startled you, but her evident imbalance made you feel more concerned than intimidated.

She pushed the classroom door open and pulled you in by your waist. The lights were off, but the room was basked warmly by the afternoon sun in shades of orange and red. You stepped into the room, placing your bag down on the table you were sitting on earlier while you listened to Wanda closing the classroom door behind you. When you turned around, the high school teacher was only inches in front of you. Within seconds, her hands were on your hips, pulling you against her body.

Her lips were crushed onto yours, teeth knocking together as her tongue darted out to run against your lips. She tasted like coffee. She smelled eternally of what was identifying itself to you not as perfume, but as something uniquely Wanda Maximoff. Your body stumbled back into the table but Wanda’s tight grip on you kept you upright. Her breasts were pressed flush against yours and you breathed out shakily. Wanda’s hands trailed down from your hips to your ass, squeezing roughly. You squealed softly into her mouth. She forced her tongue into your mouth, though she didn't meet very much resistance to begin with. She explored you with her tongue curiously and without equivocation. A low groan came from her and she lifted one hand to tug at the waistband of your jeans, fingers tucking themselves between the fabric and your soft skin.

“You have no idea…” Wanda whispered against your lips, “how terribly I’ve wanted you to myself since I met you yesterday.” With her hand on your ass and the other wrapped around the waistline of your jeans, she pulled you from the table, led you forward, and collided your back with the classroom’s front door. A sharp gasp winded itself out of you but Wanda was quick to cover your lips with hers again. Her body pushed further into you, hips knocking against yours.

Even if you tried, you wouldn’t be able to slip out from between Wanda and the door. But you didn’t try. You didn’t even think about it. You kissed her back with attempts at leverage over the kiss, but she easily took control of you. Your world was enveloped in her. Her scent as she was pushed up against you. The wandering of her hands and their perpetual scratching and groping of every inch of your body she passed over. The pressure of her lips against yours, the intrusion of her tongue, and the moans she let out because she was touching you. All because, finally, she had you for herself.

Wanda took hold of your hand and raised it up to her breast, forcing you to grope her. The feeling of holding her like this drove you just as wild as it did Wanda. Her hips bucked against yours, causing a whimper to escape you at her dangerously close proximity to your core.

“Tell mommy she makes your princess parts all wet,” Wanda huffed out against your ear. The term made you shudder. Her words were filthy and spoken without hesitation. The idea that Wanda was always like this while behaving through composed professionalism made your cunt throb harder. You could barely respond to her with the uninhibited pressure between your legs and the feeling of Wanda pressed up against you. Her every contact with your body made your skin’s sensitivity increase tenfold. You buzzed with desire to be touched. Your other arm raised to wrap around her waist tightly.

Wanda chuckled darkly and she kissed your cheek in admiration. “I’m not a patient woman. But since you’ve been so obedient for mommy, I’ll let your unresponsiveness slide just this once. I’ll check your little pussy myself.” She let go of your hand to trail down your stomach, and your hand switched to her other breast, squeezing tightly. Wanda groaned at your harshness and her hand tucked itself into your jeans. Her hand descended further and her fingers pressed against your clothed centre. The fabric of your panties were damp with your juices and the tips of her fingers ventured deeper into your folds.

You melted in her hold and you let out a long moan, high-pitched with need. Your hips bucked down, desperate for more attention. Wanda pressed her fingernail into your clit in forewarning, her upper lip curling as she pulled away from the crook of your neck to look at you. Your hips jerked back up at the small sting of overstimulation that shot up your centre. She tutted at your impatience. “I don’t like that,” she snapped, her voice low and reprimanding. “Be still and pretty for mommy. That’s how I'd like my little girl. Do you reject this?”

Your head shook immediately, aggressively. “No, no. I’ll listen to you, mommy. I want to make you happy.”

A bright smile pulled at Wanda’s lips at your obedience at your willingness to call her mommy. “You make mommy very happy, princess. Now, be sweet and let me touch your pussy,” she told you and leaned forward to kiss you. The kiss was much softer than the first one, her lips moving over yours gently. The placidity of the kiss’ force might’ve been imagined as impossible after the roughness of Wanda’s previous actions, but she could be a gentle lover as much as she was a force required to be sated. Her fingers softened against your core before carefully raising her hand to tuck them into your panties.

The tips of her fingers ghosted over your slit, your heat quickly enveloping her digits. Wanda leaned forward to kiss your neck, then up the column of your throat. She nipped and sucked at your skin, surely marking you for everyone to see, and she did so proudly. The warmth of her kisses were cooled with her trails of saliva she left against your skin as she moved on to pepper kisses and bites elsewhere.

Her fingers dipped into your folds slowly, teasingly. “Tell me you want it. Show mommy how much of a dirty slut you are for her,” she demanded against your jaw. She bit at your skin, causing you to yelp.

“I want it, mommy,” you whined, eyes screwed together tightly. “I want to be yours.” Your hand rounded her hips, tugging at her dress. Her legs were slowly exposed as you pulled her dress upwards, desperate to touch her too.

“So good to me…” Wanda muttered out and kissed your cheek. Her fingers pushed into your hole, but not before brushing over your clit and making you shudder. Slowly, she eased into you, stretching your walls apart. Wanda sighed breathily at the feeling of your cunt wrapped tightly around her fingers. Her warm exhale tickled your neck. “Just a little bit more, princess,” she encouraged as she inched her middle and ring fingers deeper into you.

She could feel the way you were attempting to untense around her to take Wanda’s fingers like the good little whore you were. “You’re so tight,” Wanda grunted out softly. You could hear hints of an accent when she spoke low like that. It made you wet in ways only Wanda could feel. She angled her wrist to position her fingers straight into you. “Has it been a while since my sweet doll’s been fucked?” She laughed sadistically and your head lolled forward to rest on her shoulder. You nuzzled your face into her neck.

You whimpered out, “Mommy.” Her words were all too true. It’d been so long since you’d been properly fucked, and within seconds, she had you like clay in her arms. When you felt Wanda several inches into your hole, fingers slowly parting inside you to stretch you out, your puffy lips reached her knuckles.

Wanda hummed appreciatively. “There we go, good girl. Mommy’s all in now,” she praised with a smile. She kissed your lips, warm and soft. When she pulled away, the tip of her nose brushed against yours intentionally. The soft gesture juxtaposed the way she began pumping into you. You mewled as her fingers pulled in and out of your tight hole. The tightness of your jeans made it so that Wanda’s palm was pressed against your cunt. The heel of her hand rubbed against your clit.

She sighed in vexation. The apathy of the sigh, the idea that fucking you with her fingers was such a simple action for her, made you moan out. You had no shame in having Wanda treating you like a needy hole and nothing else turn you on. “I got so tired of having people try to take you from me. Half of the staff here would bed you without a second thought if they could. And don’t get me fucking started with Danvers. Would you like that, malysh? To be fucked by anyone other than your mommy?”

You had no clue Wanda had felt so possessive over you. You had noticed the way she glared at Carol while she spoke to you, but the thought that she had been this jealous even before was something you’d never would’ve thought of. “No, mommy. I’m only yours. I don’t want anyone else to touch me. Not Carol, or Nat-”

Wanda took your jaw in her other hand with one swift movement. Her fingers pressed into your cheeks painfully. “I didn’t say anything about Natasha. Are you thinking of her right now?” she snarled. She gave you no more than a second to respond, and when you did not, she let go of your jaw and slapped you across the face. A gasp escaped you at the sudden impact but you continued to take Wanda’s fingers, horny even while being slapped around by her.

“You ungrateful whore,” Wanda hissed. “Mommy’s been so good to you.” She sounded as if she was in genuine anguish, but the way her fingers began to pump into you with increasing force told you otherwise. Pain and pleasure shot through you simultaneously. “I bought my little girl lunch, and I’ve been so gentle with her up until now. Are you telling me that I shouldn’t have done that? Are you telling me that you’re thinking about that Romanoff slut while mommy’s fucking you with her fingers?” Her eyebrows furrowed together and there’s a hint of a pout of her lips.

Her palm slapped across your face again. “Yebanaya shlyukha,” she scolded. You had not a single clue what she had said, but you felt degraded anyways. Through your surprised gasp at the second slap, Wanda forced you to look at her again and spat in your mouth. “Swallow or I slap you again,” she demanded with a clenched jaw. You closed your mouth and swallowed. “You get so wet when mommy hits you, baby. It’s cute.” You flushed at the observation. “Now, tell me, what exactly was she talking about earlier? What was that bitch texting you?”

“N-Nothing important, mommy. Promise.” The speed at which you submitted to Wanda had to have broken some kind of world record.

“Good. Because after this, you’re going to give me your phone and I’m going to read your messages. All of them. Mommy will decide whether or not you still get to talk to Natasha, and anyone else after my princess.” Wanda kissed you again and she felt you nod in understanding. Without warning, she slipped her fingers out of your pussy and you groaned at the empty feeling. You hadn’t known how much Wanda was stretching your walls apart until she took her fingers out of you.

Her other hand raised to entangle her fingers in your hair. She lifted your head up and brought her glistening fingers to your mouth. You had only opened your mouth a centimetre at the sight of her fingers’ position before she pushed her fingers forward into your mouth impatiently. The sudden action made you gag as her long slender fingers slid down your throat. Your tongue lifted to press against her fingers, moaning at the taste of yourself.

“Taste good?” Wanda asked with a sly grin. The sounds of your gags as you tried to accommodate her fingers as they penetrated your throat made Wanda buck her hips forward into yours. She imprinted the noises in her mind, saving it for later when she would miss you. Your eyes were screwed together, trying your best to take Wanda like she wanted you to.

She pulled her fingers out of your mouth and replaced them with her tongue, savouring your flavour with a deep kiss. A groan escaped her at the taste, and she pulled you away from the door with a hand on your hip and the other with a handful of your hair in her fist. Wanda flipped your positions, lips still on yours as the back of your knees hit the edge of her desk. She pushed at your hip, forcing your kiss to break as the front of your thighs were pushed against the desk’s edge.

Wanda leaned in to speak against your ear, her warm breath tickling your neck. “Let mommy fuck your princess parts, darling. Do you know what that means?” she husked out. Your hair smelled so good. You smelled so good. You were so soft and warm in her arms. You were so perfect. Her body embraced you from behind, arms tightened around your waist. You could feel the way she ground herself into your ass. She was so desperate to touch you to the point where she was humping herself against you.

You’re almost entirely sure what she meant, but your mind was too fuzzy to think without Wanda’s guidance. You shook your head.

Wanda cupped your sex through your pants. A whimper escaped you as the pressure of her rough fingers. You were still so sensitive from being stretched out. “This is what it means. Will you let mommy fuck your pretty hole with her dick?”

“Please, mommy. I can take it,” you pleaded. Your head fell back onto Wanda’s shoulder, allowing her more room to kiss your neck. She pressed soft kisses to your pulse points, inhaling your scent deeply.

“Good. Because mommy would’ve fucked you stupid whether you wanted it or not,” Wanda told you. She raised one hand from your hip to place it on your upper back. Without warning, she pushed you forward so you were bent over the desk. Several objects clattered to the ground at the sudden action, but Wanda was unconcerned with them. “Oh, don’t play coy with me, kitten.” Her hand was placed on your head, petting your hair softly before she rounded the desk and nudged your head down roughly when she let go of you. Your hair fell into your face.

Heels clicked against the classroom floor as Wanda walked away from you. You raised your head to look at the older woman. She was rummaging in the tall coat closet behind her desk. “Mommy knows how badly you want her. You’re too little to think for yourself, so let me do it. Mommy knows what's best for you,” she spoke out. Her words were partially muffled as her arms were digging into the depths of the closet, but you heard her every word.

A scarlet red object was pulled out of the closet and you squinted, attempting to figure out what it was that was hanging from her hand. Wanda closed the closet and approached you. As she came closer, the object became clearer. A black harness hung from around her hand. She stopped at your side, lowering the faux cock to your face. It was a strap-on. A rather large one. “You had that in your classroom?”

Wanda noticed your bewilderment and she chuckled. “Indeed. Ever since this morning. You like it?” she asked you, waving it in front of your face teasingly. “I brought it here just for you, after meeting you yesterday. Now, open.” You parted your lips at once. She eased her strap forward then slid it down your throat. Your lips wrapped around it and Wanda smiled at your submission. She fucked your mouth with the strap carefully. Tears formed in your eyes as Wanda eased it further down your throat.

“You fucking whore…” she muttered out. Her words were degrading but her tone was indicative of nothing less than admiration. The strap’s tip pressed against the back of your throat, making you gag. You looked up at Wanda, eyes full of tears and your vision blurred. You lifted yourself up onto your elbows, relaxing your throat further for her cock.

“Mm. That’s good,” Wanda hummed out and scratched at your scalp soothingly with her other hand before she sped up the pace, fucking your mouth with her strap rapidly. The two of you kept going just like that for a few minutes until Wanda slowly pulled her strap out of your throat. You sucked at its tip gingerly once it slipped out of your mouth completely. Once your mouth was completely empty, saliva dripped onto Wanda's desk as you panted, trying to catch your breath. With a smug smile, Wanda ran the tip through your lips. She then straightened and laid it on the desk. She leaned down to reach her hand up her dress and you swallowed, finding it difficult to tear your eyes away from the sight.

She slid her panties down her smooth legs and stepped out of them. She balled it up and stuck the lacy black garment into your mouth. It didn’t take long for the sweet, tangy flavour of Wanda’s juices to spread throughout your mouth. You lifted your tongue to run through the fabric, finding the exact spot where her orgasm in the cafe’s washroom spread through her panties. “Of course you’d like having mommy’s panties stuffed in your slutty mouth,” Wanda noted with a proud grin. She kissed your forehead and picked the strap-on up from the desk and lowered it to her ankles to step into it.

Your eyes darted down Wanda’s dress when she leaned down. She was wearing a thin black bra, its lacy pattern matching that of her panties. You could see her erect pink nipples peeking through the black lace and Wanda smirked up at you. Your face flushed at having been caught staring at her like you had been in the staff room the other day.

Wanda straightened again, her dress hanging from around her wrists as she fastened the strap’s harness around her hips. The dark red faux cock stuck out from between her hips and you swallowed at the sight of its size, twinges of panic bubbling up in you at the idea of being fucked by something like that.

“Don’t think too much, moya lyubov,” said Wanda as she rounded you to position herself behind you. Her hands tucked themselves under your sweater and ran up your sides, gripping your torso harshly. You hoped she left bruises. “I’ll have your mind too fucked out to think about anything soon enough. Don’t overwork yourself,” Wanda cooed. She stepped forward so her strap pressed against your ass. Even through your jeans, you could feel her.

Lifting your arms up behind you, Wanda slipped your sweater off, exposing your arms. She threw it to the side somewhere. You heard its zipper clink against the classroom floor. You felt hands round your hips to unbutton your jeans, and with one swift movement, Wanda tugged your jeans from your thighs and let it pool around your ankles.

Wanda leaned down to press kisses to your ass, then lower to kiss your clit through your panties, inhaling the scent of your arousal. She licked a stripe up your clothed cunt, moaning at the way your flavour spread across her tongue even through the soaked garment. You were so wet for her. She pressed another kiss dangerously close to your outer lips and she straightened again. She pulled your panties down so it laid atop of your jeans.

Her lips parted and she leaned back. “Look at this…” Wanda mused and tucked her thumb between your folds, parting them and exposing your heat to the cold air of the classroom. “You have such a pretty pink pussy, baby.” Her thumb pressed into your hole teasingly before placing both hands on your waist. Your position was humiliating. You were bent over the cold desk in Wanda’s classroom, your ass completely exposed to her. You had little to no control over your own body, over your own mind. As Wanda’s cock laid between the valley between your asscheeks, you couldn’t imagine a future for yourself beyond being fucked stupid her.

You closed your eyes, trying to place as much focus as you could to what Wanda was doing behind you because you couldn’t see her. She slowly slid her cock through your folds, then positioned the tip of it against your hole. Without warning, Wanda slid the entirety of her dick into you, causing you to jerk forward and cry out at the sharp pain that shot through you, her panties still stuffed in your mouth. Your arm reached forward to grip the opposite end of the desk, pushing a hand-in basket to the ground. Sheets of student assignments fluttered to the ground.

“Don’t be an ungrateful brat, detka,” Wanda hissed out and leaned forward to take hold of your wrist, removing your grip around the edge of the desk. She pulled both of your arms back and held your wrists down against your lower back. She used the leverage to pull your ass against her hips with every thrust. Wanda removed the gag from your mouth and tossed her panties to the side somewhere. “That would’ve hurt so much more if mommy didn’t stretch your tight little pussy out earlier. Can’t you just be grateful for once? You hurt mommy’s feelings.” You could hear the feigned pout Wanda put on as she spoke.

Her hips snapped into you swiftly with incredible amounts of force. You supposed she was right. As painfully as her thick cock was spreading your hole open, you imagined you wouldn’t be taking her as well as you were if Wanda hadn’t spent the time to stretch you out earlier.

“I’m sorry, mommy,” you panted out, desperate to make it up to her even while you were quickly losing more and more of your own autonomy. As much as you wanted to be good for her, your walls were taking much longer to wrap around her than you anticipated. Wanda's was the biggest cock you'd ever taken. “It hurts…”

“Shut the fuck up and take mommy’s cock like a good girl. Be patient and let me use your pretty hole,” Wanda snapped. She took a bundle of your hair into her fist, pulling you further backwards and arching your back. It gave her a greater advantage to pound into you harder. "You're so fucking dramatic," she husked out into your ear.

“Mommy… Ah! Slo-w, please.”

Wanda raised her hand up to her ear and swung it back down to spank your ass before letting go of your hair. She leaned forward so her front cocooned your back as she pushed your face into the desk, her hand still on the back of your head. She whispered into your ear breathlessly, “Mommy can do whatever she wants. I own this pussy. Don’t you want to make me happy?” Her thrusts into you were ruthless, taking not even a single moment’s break since she first entered you. Wanda grunted into your ear softly with every snap of her hips. She buried her face into the crook of your neck.

Your whines and complaints soon became infrequent, then entirely nonexistent as pain dissipated to sole pleasure. Moans, high-pinched and needy, escaped you without restraint, although Wanda frequently pinched your clit to remind you to be quieter. Even though the classroom door was locked and her desk wasn’t in view from the door’s window, there was always a chance that your sounds would echo down the school’s hallways. The two of you were already taking a great risk with the rapid slapping of your skin.

A voice suddenly called into the classroom, “Ms Maximoff? Are you in there?” Everything in you froze, a dozen weights being dropped into your stomach.

Wanda grunted in annoyance at Carol’s presence. Her hips jerked forward rougher than the steady pattern she had been keeping earlier. “Mm. Miss Danvers has a spare this period. Should I ignore her, sweetheart?” she asked you, sounding condescendingly sweet.

You nodded immediately, your face still pressed into the desk as your hair remained grasped tightly in Wanda’s fist.

Wanda responded instantly as if she had just been waiting for your response in order to purposefully do the exact opposite of what you’d tell her. “I’m in here, darling!” She smirked down at you.

“Have you seen Y/N? I was looking forward to speaking to her about something after lunch, but I can’t seem to find her. Ms Romanoff told me she’d be with you,” Carol responded. Your mind was too fuzzy, your body buzzing pleasantly as you let Wanda fuck you the way she wanted to, to have heard the shy apprehension in Carol’s voice. But Wanda heard it clearly. The teenager truly was crushing hard on you.

Wanda let go of your hair and groped your breast harshly, her every irritation caused by the blonde athlete evident in the way she fucked you. She was fucking into you harder now, her eyes glaring at the classroom door as if she was about to burn holes right through it. Wanda focused back onto you and with her arm wrapped around your torso and the other around your hips, she lifted you up so you were being hugged by Wanda from behind. No matter the positions the two of you took, Wanda’s thrusts never faltered once. She twisted at your nipple painfully and pinched at your clit, and all you could do was lay against her like a good girl, hushed moans and mewls escaping you.

“In other words, she wants to fuck your needy cunt too. Do you want her, detka? I’ll call Carol in for you and take my cock out of your cunt.” Wanda was so possessive over you. The mere thought of anyone else but her wanting you drove her mad. You were hers to fuck, to masturbate to, to adore. Her perfect girl.

“I don’t want that, mommy. I only want you, please,” you begged, pushing your ass into her lap. Wanda grinned at your eagerness. You were such a filthy whore; your mind was almost completely fucked out, yet you still had enough in you to fuck yourself on her cock.

Wanda unwrapped her arms from around you suddenly, pushing you back down onto the desk as if you were a lifeless fuckdoll solely for your mommy to use. You let out a small whine at the impact. “You’re too little to make your own decisions, baby,” she told you, manicured black nails running down your lower back. “I’ll breed your fucking pussy and stuff you full of my cum so you’re mine forever. This is not a one-time thing, malysh. I’m going to force you to have my fucking children and you’ll be my pretty little housewife for the rest of your life. It matters little to me whether or not you want it.”

Her name tumbled from your mouth between breathless moans. You felt yourself nod obediently against the cold expanse of the desk. Images of being Wanda’s housewife flashed in your mind. Falling asleep in her arms, being the only thing Wanda thought about the very moment before deep slumber, and when she awoke in the morning with you cuddled into her chest. Having her come home after a tense day at work to let her stress out on you, slapping your face around as she fucked your tight hole until you were a shaking mess, and perhaps even while you were asleep, stopping only when she was satisfied.

You’d do anything to make that your reality.

“Tell that slut to leave and I’ll let you cum,” said Wanda. Her fingernails dug deeper into your skin and you wondered if she was pricking blood out of you. The thought was brief as your mind quickly zeroed in on one goal, and one goal only- cum on Wanda’s cock.

You tried your best to talk as if you didn’t have Wanda fucking you from behind, “Carol.”

“Oh, you’re in there?” the blonde responded. There was a rattle at the door.

Wanda chuckled at the horror that struck your face when you had forgotten for a moment that the door was locked.

“It’s locked!” Carol called back cluelessly.

You felt guilt clawing at you. She was such a nice girl, and-

“Can’t you do anything on your own? Or does mommy have to do it for you?” Wanda snapped from behind you.

“Sorry, Carol, I’ll have to… Mm!” You winced, pushing your ass further into Wanda’s hips. “Mommy…” you pleaded under your breath. Whether you were begging for her to fuck you harder, or to slow down entirely, you did not know.

Wanda’s hips were pounding into you faster, skin slapping as her hands forced your body down onto the desk. “You’re such a fucking whore, baby,” she whispered. Her fingers run goosebumps up against your back before she leaned forward to lay against you. She kissed your neck. Your hips were being pushed into the edge of the table, making them sting painfully. But you hardly paid any mind to it.

“Y/N? A-Are you okay?” Carol asked from outside.

Wanda pulled you up against her then spun you around. “Y/N has her hands tied, darling. You’ll have to come back later,” she answered for you. Under the door, Carol’s shadow disappeared dejectedly. You smiled gratefully at her and laid your head on her shoulder. Wanda hushed you and kissed the side of your head. “That’s a good girl. You tried your hardest to please mommy,” she cooed.

You nodded into the crook of her neck, arms wrapped around her waist as tight as you could manage. She smelled nice.

Wanda fisted your hair into her hand and pulled you up with her, forcing you to step out of your garments that had still been pooling at your ankles. Her cock slid out of you and she turned you around, kissing you until she pushed you against the closet behind her desk. She lifted your leg up, hooking her arm under your knee to allow her more access to pound into you. Her strap slid into you again with ease and she picked up her pace, fast and unrelenting. You were so full. She slid her hand under your black tank, pulling your bra down to grope harshly at your breast.

“Now, you can cum. My perfect princess. Make mommy happy.” Wanda whispered countless other soft praises into your ear, and your arms tightened around her waist, sole dependency on Wanda forming within you. She twisted your nipple painfully. Her long hair fanned out down your shoulders as she kissed your neck, nipping at every inch of your skin her mouth could reach.

Her thrusts became sloppier as she drew closer to her own high. She panted into your ear, letting you hear how close she was. Your hands tucked themselves under Wanda’s dress and found her ass, squeezing and pulling her into you. Wanda groaned in appreciation and bit at your earlobe with her teeth teasingly. While you pulled her hips into you, Wanda was able to grind her clit into the harness of her strap, bringing herself even closer to her own summit.

“Mommy, I’m going to cum,” you whimpered out, squeezing your eyes together tightly.

“Cum for me, princess,” Wanda said and kissed your cheek before continuing to moan into your ear. She hooked her arm under your knee more firmly, her nails scratching at the side of your thigh. She tucked her hand between your stomachs, then between your hips, where her fingers found your clit. With four fingers, she rubbed against your erect mound swiftly. If Wanda hadn’t tightened her grip around your leg a moment ago, you would’ve long melted to the floor like jelly.

You laid your head against Wanda’s. Your body was completely limp as you got your hole fucked relentlessly. Wanda scratched at you. She took the skin of your neck and collarbone between her teeth, then ran her tongue across each bite before kissing up your marked skin hastily. You could feel the way Wanda was grinding against the leather base of her strap’s harness as she was inching towards an orgasm.

Wanda raised your head from the crook of her shoulder and rested her forehead atop of yours, your eyes meeting viridescent orbs. Her eyes screwed together as she struggled out, “I’m coming! Fu-Fuck! Princess, I’m-”

Her fingers' movement against your clit slowed as did her hips, and her very last thrust before she was pushed over her edge was what you needed to reach your own hilt.

“That’s right, cum on my dick you fucking whore,” Wanda grunted out laboredly against your cheek through her climax. You raised your other hand to her shoulder. Your fingers dug into her, sharp pain shooting through to her skin, your fingernails piercing through the sleeve of her dress.

Wanda leaned forward to capture your lips with hers weakly. The two of you moaned into each other’s open mouths as you rode out your orgasm together, walls tightening around Wanda’s cock that was still shakily thrusting into your cunt. She took your bottom lip between her teeth, tugging at it as she pulled away.

There was a hazy but smug grin on her face. Wanda’s hands found your hips, letting your leg drop to your other. She pulled you from the closet door, leading you back to her desk. “My little baby can’t do anything without mommy, huh?” she said against your forehead before pressing a kiss there. With your face nuzzled in the crook of her neck, your arms were wrapped around her waist, completely dependent on her as your body trembled with the last tremors of your orgasm.

With her hands on your ass, Wanda lifted you up onto her desk. The slick that was sticky against your inner thighs dripped onto the desk’s cold expanse. Wanda pulled back from you and your arms tightened around her.

“No, don’t leave me, mommy,” you blabbered out desperately, burying your face further into her neck. Your mind was so light and fuzzy as you embraced the older woman.

Wanda laughed and kissed the top of your head. Her pretty princess was so needy. It was adorable. “Not gonna leave you, puppy. Just going to take my cock out of you, okay?” she reassured. You nodded and loosened your grip around her so Wanda could release the harness from around her hips. Her strap, glistening with your cum, dropped onto your pile of clothes. She wrapped an arm around your waist and stepped into the space between your thighs and with her fingers, she drew gentle shapes along your spine. With her other hand, she pet your hair soothingly.

“That was wonderful, baby,” Wanda told you and laid her head atop yours. “My little girl took mommy’s cock so well. Mommy’s perfect whore.” Her praises made you feel all warm inside. A satisfied, nonsensical murmur came from you, to which Wanda hushed. “Don’t talk. Just let mommy hold you, baby. Moya dorogaya devochka.”

“But you have a class…” you tried to protest.

There was about fifteen minutes before Wanda's next class started, and realistically, the two of you should’ve been getting ready soon. But Wanda didn’t want to do anything but hold her little girl, even if only for five more minutes. “We’ll think about that later. For now, just do what mommy says, baby.” From then on out, you were Wanda’s. Entirely hers. And she would do well to let everyone know about it. “You’re mine.”

“I know, mommy,” you uttered out happily against her neck before hugging her close to you.

[anki-of-beleriand]

Bad Liar ch. 17

Summary: Life is about lessons, and Wanda has been learning some harsh facts that had define her life and taken her to a place in which she was given a second chance. Then, all of a sudden, she meets you, and she realizes why it's easier to lie to yourself than to accpet what's right in front of her.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/ Female!reader - America/Kate - Mentions of past Vision/Wanda - past Natasha/Reader - Some Female!Reader/Carol Danvers - Mentions of Natasha/Maria being married

Warnings: Slow burn - Enemies to friends to lovers - Mentions of abusive relationships - Toxic relationships - angst - drama - mentions of abuse - violence - mentios of abused and sexual assault - idiots in love - violence - suggestive themes - drama - angst - fluff - top!reader - dom!reader - bottom!Wanda - switch!Wanda

Author's note: Life is settling down after what happened, America is growing up and ready to face the consequences of what happened. Wanda is letting go of the past while Reader is just being her showing Wanda happiness and love it is possible.

So sorry for the late posting, guys. Life was a little harder this week that what I was used to, and something happened that really got me anxious and a little bit...I mean, I was not in a good place, but hopefully everything is better now and here is the new chapter! Just one chapter to go and this story would be over. I hope you like it because I made it with my heart!

Please rmemeber English is not my mother tongue so forgive my grammar, spelling and funny mistakes, hope you like this one.

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Chapter 17

The promise of the future

You never thought that going back home would be so difficult for you or even America. The place had been tied up and changed after the incident, with different furniture and painting you had allowed America free reign on her imagination to make the necessary changes into the living room.

The world had not stopped turning around, the news was still rolling on the TV and people were enjoying the weekend of the new year. You stood by your sister's side with a hand on her shoulder, America tensed lowering her gaze furrowing her brows before turning to you.

“What do you want to do?” Her question came with a trembling voice, she sighed, shaking her head while looking away from you.

You turned to look at Wanda's place then back at yours.

“I was thinking about vacations.” You hugged America, winking at her, “we could ask Tony about the cottage he had in Italy.”

America offered a shaky smile, “Italy?”

“Yeah, we could get away from this place for a while and then…get a new house.”

America chuckled, stepping away from you. You waited, ever since the both of you left the hospital America had tried to evade the topic of what had happened while she was under the claws of Agatha and Vision. The young woman scratched the back of her neck, with her eyes sweeping around the front yard. Her teeth playing with her lower lip, her feet taking slow steps towards the front door only to stop midway before turning to you.

“You don’t have to.” She finally said frowning, “it was difficult but not the end of the world, I…Hope offered her help, and I acceded to see a friend of hers that could be of help.”

You nodded curtly taking a few steps closer to her, “you know that even though we grew here we are allowed to leave, right?”

America snorted hugging you tightly, she knew it. She knew you would do everything in your power to make sure she was comfortable and that whatever traumatic event she had gone through could be healed and forgotten. Selling the house and even offering a vacation was your way to make things easier for her, but America had already talked this through with Christine and Hope. She had been scared, but more than that, she had felt powerless to help Kate, to help the twins and even to help Wanda.

“I know that, and perhaps in the future when I go to college you can think about it.” She replied shrugging, “I know you’re dying to get that Villa near Tony’s place, because you had always wanted a huge house with a pool and a bigger playroom.”

Your eyes glistened over with your lips curling into a content smile at the mental image these words evoke in you. America rolled her eyes, but she too could imagine the same; it was something she wouldn’t say no to when the both of you were ready, not because a bad experience marked their lives and they were doing it because of that. She had felt powerless to help the people she loved, but America would be damned if she allowed that man and that freaking woman to govern her decisions from now on.

“I want you to be comfortable, and happy.”

“I know, Y/N, and I am.” America nodded towards the house before pointing a finger at you, “come we need to get everything ready before we pick Wanda and the twins up.”

You watched as your sister went inside the house with the same determination she did everything else. Hope had already told you of the conversation the both of them held while you were unconscious, America had been angered by the whole situation and it took her a while to understand that there was no one else to blame but Vision and Agatha.

Kate had been the one to convince America to go to therapy for a while, just to perhaps let go of the growing fear and darkness the situation itself had created in both of them. You were thankful that America had always surrounded of good friends, and that you had always had someone by your side as well. Everyone seemed understanding, and while the situation was still fresh in your minds, you knew you would be okay.

“Come on, slowpoke!!” America screamed from inside the house, you rolled your eyes and followed her thinking about what would happen once Wanda was out of the hospital.

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Wanda glanced at her reflection with a critical eye.

She scowled openly to the bruises around her neck and face, the paleness of her skin and the tiredness behind her eyes. She had spent the first weekend of the year in the hospital, waiting for the doctors to clear her up and sent her home while you and America took care of the twins while coming every day to visit her.

It had been hard.

While you had offered her the best end of the year and had been keeping your word of being by her side. Wanda couldn’t help the nightmares at night, when she was alone with her thoughts and the shadows of the past trying to crawl back inside her heart and mind. She placed a hand on her chest, holding tightly the sudden oppression threatening to cut of the air from her lungs. She clenched her jaw refusing the tears in her eyes, or the thoughts of fear that had creeped out once more. She had tried to hold onto what Hope had been teaching her in the therapy sessions, while also holding onto the bright side of her life.

Billy. Tommy. You. America and her students.

Wanda let out a shaky sigh before turning around and leaving the bathroom, you straightened up offering a half smile while holding up the bag with Wanda’s clothes.

“I put everything away, ready to do laundry duty as soon as we get home.” You walked towards her giving her a once over wiggling your brows, “you look nice.”

Wanda rolled her eyes, her lips curling slightly.

“You’re such a sweet talker,” she leaned in kissing your cheek, “it will get you everywhere.”

You blushed with your mouth hanging opened at the cheeky wink Wanda sent your way stepping out of the room, you snorted running to catch up to her.

The ride home was filled with music; Wanda kept her eyes out of the window watching the world pass rapidly through the window while you drove down the highway before taking the long way home. You caught the small smile adorning Wanda’s lips when you made the right turn, she sighed leaning back against the seat letting her eyes drink into the trees and the forest surrounding the road while watching the blue sky right above her head.

Wanda knew she needed to get home, Billy and Tommy were waiting for her. And life had to keep going, but something inside her stirred with fear and memory. She tried to keep away the words Vision had said to her, the feeling of his breath and hand on her, everything that the man had imprinted on her. Wanda clenched her eyes closed trying to erase those memories while replacing them with the beautiful sight in front of her, and the songs playing on the radio.

You creased your brows noticing the sudden change in Wanda, your eyes glanced at the road lighting up when you caught side of the road sign you usually dismissed when driving down that highway. You looked through the mirror before turning left, Wanda frowned turning to you slightly confused.

“Where are we going?” She asked softly, you smiled at her driving just a little faster until there was only one single road taking you deeper into a forestry area.

“You will see.”

Wanda opened her mouth to reply, her heart almost leaving her chest when she realised you made a turn she was not familiar with. For a brief moment she thought how foolish she had been. As long as she was with you everything would be fine, but the memories were not so easy to dismiss and she decided that at the moment she needed the comfort your warm stare usually brought to her.

The driving didn’t take far too long, soon you were turning left then right and then another right until you drove into an open space leading to a great cliff. Wanda opened her eyes glancing at the open sky with growing clouds approaching the city, she leaned forward until she saw the sight of the big city down into the valley. You stopped the car turning off the engine while resting comfortably on the seat, your lips drawing a small smile.

“Is this the place you used to bring your girlfriends?” Wanda asked at your side, you couldn’t help but laugh shaking your head.

“No, I never brought anyone here.” You confessed shrugging, “this was my little secret, I used to come here to think from time to time. Just me, it was comforting. I thought you may appreciate it.”

There was something stirring with deep affection in Wanda’s heart, the young woman snuggled on the car seat this time around turning completely so she could face you while still have her eyes take into the amazing view spreading before them.

“I don't know how to continue,” she all but whispered to you, her eyes glistening with the deepest of her emotions flickering in her green eyes, “I keep on thinking of my mistakes, the secrets I kept…I should have told you the dangers he posed to me and you.”

Silence filled the car, your eyes never leaving the sky above your heads. You pressed your lips together, your hands resting on the wheel, playing a soft tapping with your mind working on what to say. Wanda closed her eyes, looking away from you the afternoon falling slowly with the tension building up around the both of you.

“One day at a time, Wands, there is nothing much we can do.” You shrugged, lowering your head, still looking everywhere but at Wanda, “I didn't expect you to tell me everything right away, but I suspected as much. This was not your fault, Wanda. And this doesn't mean I love you any less.”

The word love rolled out of your tongue with such an easiness, Wanda couldn’t help but gasp with her eyes opening wide and her lower lip trembling slightly. You snorted shaking your head while leaning in your face just a few centimetres away from hers.

“You’re not used to hearing such words, are you?”

“No.”

Wanda leaned closer, her eyes fluttering close for a moment before she allowed your eyes to lock with hers. You lifted a tentative hand to cup her face, tenderness was quite evident in your features and Wanda allowed the warmth of your body to bring a soothing calmness she was not familiar with.

“I love you, Wanda.” You whispered only for her to engrave those words in her heart, “perhaps it is too soon, but for some reason, I just love you. I feel in love with you, and I don’t think there is nothing I can do against my feelings for you but make sure you feel loved, the way you deserved to be loved.”

Wanda swallowed down her words and tears, she offered a tentative smile before closing the gap between the both of you her lips dancing shyly with yours. Her heart beating fast, almost escaping her ribcage while she melted under your hands; you didn’t need to say anything else for her to know you certainly did love her. And she knew soon she would be ready to say those same words to you.

“It will take time, but you will heal.” You winked at her, your fingertips brushing against her cheek and jawline until your brows creased finding the marks on her neck.

“Some marks take time to…fade away.” Wanda mumbled slightly mortified by her wounds, she tried to lean back and hide away from you until her breath caught on her throat with her eyes growing big and her body tensing completely.

She felt the contact of your forehead against hers, the gesture was comforting and it made her experience an emotion she was not completely familiar with. Wanda’s heart fluttered affectionately surrendering to your gaze. She opened her lips ready to speak, but her words got tangled in her throat leaving her unable to express what she really wanted. What she really felt.

It didn't matter, though.

You were still there offering the same reassuring smile, and the same comforting touch. Wanda had to wonder how you did it, how was it possible for you to offer so much without asking for anything in exchange.

“We never got to have the date I planned.” Wanda said all of a sudden, you leaned back with amusement gleaming in your eyes.

“That's right,” you cocked your head wiggling your eyebrows, “and I got curious about it, what did you have planned?”

Wanda dipped her head with her lips curling into a tender smile, she straightened up on the seat glancing outside the window. 

“It's a secret, I guess I just have to plan it all over again so we can go.” Wanda sighed, still looking away from you. “Of course, if you want to…I mean, if you still want to go out. With me.”

The last part was said in a broken whisper, Wanda shifted on the seat creasing her brows while making sure her eyes were glancing at the city. The light of the day was soon fading away, and the city was starting to light up the artificial lights. 

“I would love nothing more than to go out with you, Wanda.” You replied with a tender smile on your lips, Wanda shivered trying to smile at you but failing.

The old insecurities were still there and you knew the work Wanda had done in the last couple of months had been shaken but the recent events. You could see her self-doubt, her uncertainty and the lost stare she gained after leaving the hospital. The bruises were pretty much visible at the moment, the pain was still pulsating through her body and Wanda was just trying to hold onto her sanity and her own determination to not fall into desperation. 

You lifted a hand slowly, your eyes seeking out those green eyes of Wanda. After a moment of hesitation, Wanda finally lifted her face looking at you expectantly. Her eyes flickered to your hand, then to your face.

“I was thinking…” Wanda winced, her throat sore and dried bringing discomfort to her voice.

You let your arm lifted for a moment before dropping it to the side to grab the bottle of water you brought early in the day.

“Thank you.” She mumbled almost dropping the bottle of water when you tenderly brush the spot on her neck. 

Her breath caught on her throat, trembling lightly with a mixture of emotions tingling through her body. Her face heated up, following with your eyes the movements of your arms and your own expression while mapping out the dark bruises on her neck. 

“Y/N…” your name left her lips tenderly, with some uncertainty that called your attention.

You frowned, stopping any movement from your hand, your eyes flickering from the bruises to her face.

“I'm sorry, did it bother you? I just…”

“No, no it's just…”

You broke into an easy smile that Wanda returned without losing her blush. She bit her lower lip, without any doubt behind her gestures she grabbed your hand placing it on the left side of her neck. 

“You surprised me, that's all.” Wanda sighed looking away for a moment before continuing. “I'm not used to such tenderness.”

You tensed lightly, your eyes flashing with anger before they softened lightly. Wanda offered a crooked smile, this time around she let go of your hand embracing herself.

“With you, everything is…different and sometimes I just can't believe this is happening.”

“May I try something out?” You asked suddenly, Wanda narrowed her eyes at the sudden flush showing on our face. Your fingertips trembled, with your lips pressed together while your eyes travelled from her face to her neck then back again.

“What are you going to do?” Wanda couldn't help the tone of wariness and curiosity; she tilted her head and your eyes gleamed strangely falling on her neck.

“Just something to show you how you should be treated, how you should be cherished.”

It was the husky tone behind your words what made Wanda tremble, she swallowed down her trepidation with a tingling void taking home in her abdomen. 

You waited patiently, your fingertips never leaving the soft skin of Wanda's neck. For a moment, Wanda just thought of her possibilities, of what exactly you were planning. Then her eyes went to your own bruises, to the wound on your hand and arm and she softened lightly. If there was anyone she trusted more than herself, that was you.

“Okay, you…you can try it, would I…I mean, is it dangerous?” 

You snickered, shaking your head, this time around there was a glint of mischief in your eyes. Wanda felt her stomach do a flip, and soon she let out a gasp while her hands clenched into a fist with her eyes fluttering close to the sensations you were creating with your mouth.

She never imagined you would lean in to place your lips on her pulse point, nor that you would start leaving open-mouthed kisses that went to draw the marks left on her neck. Wanda was not sure what to do with her hands, her body went rigid but her lower stomach and her heart were tingling over with an emotion she was not familiar with. 

You let your lips mapped out her skin, brushing lightly while letting your free hand cup her face tenderly. You wished to let Wanda know she was loved that not all touches directed at her were meant to harm or to mark, that she deserved the tenderness you were trying to show. 

You didn’t know what got into you, the only thing you knew for certain was that Wanda needed love, she needed to understand how wonderful she was. How she deserved happiness, and that no number of wounds or injuries from her past should get in the way of her new life. And thus, without any thoughts in your mind you leaned in to kiss away her neck your lips dancing tentatively on the bruised skin.

Wanda trembled under your touch, she let her hands wrapped around your arms her lips parting slightly while her body ignited with a fire she was no familiar with. Just as you started you finished it, leaning back with your heart hammering against your chest, your cheeks flustered and a timid smile adorning your lips.

Wanda was not in a better state, she was trembling with her face completely red and her breathing erratic. She could not hide her lust, nor the complete affection those green eyes shot at you as soon as she opened them.

You opened your mouth to speak, but whatever you were going to say was cut short by Wanda kissing you harshly. You welcomed her in your arms, allowing the passion she was trying to contain while kissing her back with the same need she was showing.

The afternoon finally gave way to the night, and while you allowed Wanda the control of the kiss you could feel her tears wetting your face. Until she could not continue and allowed herself the relief of your arms, unable to say what she had been trying to tell you for a very long time.

I love you.

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Wanda held onto the blanket, her eyes dancing around her room while the silver light of the moon sneaked into the room. 

The nightmare was still fresh in her mind, the shadows of the past haunting her in her sleep. Wanda let out a sigh putting the blankets away before sitting up, she was no longer tired and sleep was not an option, her eyes fell on her mobile showing the hour.

4 a.m.

The silence of the early hours of the day was deafening to her ears, Wanda turned around and decided a trip to the kitchen was a good idea. She put on some sweatpants, a hoodie and left her room with the memory of her nightmare dancing around in her mind.

The morning came with light snowing, the new year had come and gone bringing with it a world of possibilities Wanda never thought possible before. She grabbed the mug tightly around her hands, her eyes watching the snowflakes fall on her backyard. 

Wanda blew some steam out of her mug, her mind soon bringing over the memories of the day before. Your words, your smile, your touches; last day she had experienced a deep affection and protectiveness she had never felt before. The passion you had ignited in her with your kisses and your tenderness had made her soul tremble with want, but she had not dared to move forward and confessed what you had done so freely.

I love you. I'm in love with you.

Wanda couldn't help the smile breaking at the memory, without a single doubt she felt the veracity of those words whenever she was close to you. Whenever you went with her, or helped her children, or you simply were yourself. 

The young woman wished she could say it back to you, that she wasn't so afraid to be open and confessed the love she was feeling for you. Wanda wished things were easier, but she was still afraid. She had failed not only once, but twice and now that she was freed of her past, she was afraid of messing up a third time.

“You couldn't sleep either?” America crossed her arms putting the heavy coat closer to her body, she glanced at Wanda from her yard not really sure if her presence would be welcomed by the older woman.

Wanda glanced at America with eyes wide open, she tilted her head shrugging lightly.

“Not really.” Wanda all but replied with an effort, she hesitated for a moment before adding, “I have a nightmare.”

America made a face nodding, “yeah, me too.”

Wanda could see the indecision in America's face, she lifted her mug before patting the spot beside her. America tilted her head and for that moment Wanda could see the same gesture you did when you were weighing your options. The young woman turned to her house before stepping closer and moving past the side door to Wanda's yard. 

The snow kept on falling, America sat down furrowing her brows while watching at the sky. She could feel the eyes of Wanda on her, and the memory of her harsh words resounded in her mind. Before going to you, America had made sure to share her thoughts with the redhead, she made sure to let Wanda know America was not happy with what had happened. 

“I'm sorry.” America finally said huffing while turning to the shocked woman. 

America shifted on the spot furrowing her brows.

“Back in the hospital I just…I was stressed out, and finding out about this man and my sister, I was…”

“I know, I understand.” Wanda replied, placing a tentative hand on top of America's one. “You don't have to apologise.”

America shook her head frowning deeply, “but I do! Look I was unfair, when I was trapped in my house and then when I got to the hospital, I was partially blaming you for everything.”

Wanda winced ready to speak but America was firm on her explanation. She put her hand on top of Wanda's making sure to be as open as she could with her expressions.

“Y/N is the only family I have left, and I love her dearly. She has sacrificed so much for me, I just couldn't bear the thought of her suffering or losing her in any way.” America huffed, shaking her head with her eyes taking in the visible wounds on the woman before her.

“I never thought how much you and Billy and Tommy suffered all this time.” America confessed; Wanda tensed not wanting to interrupt America in the middle of her rant. “And after I got to see him, and everything I heard afterwards. I was not fair to you, I'm sorry I screamed at you and…that I was mad for something you couldn't control.”

Wanda shook her head offering a tiny smile to the young woman sitting beside her.

“There is nothing to be sorry for, America, I understand why you did it and I never hold it against you.” Wanda huffed, turning to see the snow fall, “I'm also sorry you and Kate had to live that, I wish things had been different. That he…”

America nodded curtly, and Wanda just shrugged.

“I guess right now he is where he must be, and he won't be hurting me or my children or even you and your sister anytime soon.” Wanda took a long sip from her tea, she glanced at the clear beverage before offering some to America.

The young woman grabbed the mug in her hands, she placed her elbows on her knees shivering lightly while glancing at the frozen ground.

“You really make my sister happy; you know?” She whispered pursing her lips a little.

“She makes me happy, and sometimes I just think I don’t deserve it.” Wanda cleared her throat wincing lightly when the old pain came bothering her again, “I never got to take her out, you know?”

“I know, I bet she would have loved the date you planned out for her.”

“You think so?” Wanda inquired with a hint of doubt in her voice, America nodded enthusiastically her lips curling lightly.

“You guys should really try it this time around, I mean now that everything is back to…” America was about to say normal, but the truth was nothing was normal anymore. Things were different, but they didn’t feel normal.

Wanda leaned back with hint of determination gleaming in her green eyes, she smiled lightly nodding to herself.

“Then, you should help me out.” Wanda turned to America who had her brows raised and eyes slightly opened. “I mean, I will have to plan it all over again, but this time around I want it to be perfect for her, I want to…”

Wanda didn’t finish her thought, but for America there was no need to. America could see the affection there as well as the will to offer you a perfect date. Silence fell between the both of them, no more words were needed it and America could see how little by little her family had grown in such a small amount of time.

She wished upon the falling snow for everything to finally fall into place and happiness to be possible again.

This time around, she also wished for Wanda, Tommy and Billy to be part of that happiness and to allow you and her to be part of that family.

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Time passed slowly with the recovery of the wounds and the unstoppable meetings with Hope.

Wanda realized the nightmares were back, and she had to face the ghost of her past and her present while finally speaking about what had happened during those hours in which Vision had come back to her life. Hope was always patient, telling the young woman that the progressed she had made was still there but that the current fear and uncertainty she was feeling was just natural and in a matter of time she would let go and move on.

Wanda wished it was easier, and faster.

As of late being closer to you had been easier yet allowing you a single touch was difficult to experience. A part of her, the one that sound eery familiar, told her she didn’t deserve your affection much less the tenderness behind your touch. Wanda was afraid that her insecurities would finally push you away and she would be like at the beginning, alone.

“You have to be patience as well, Wanda,” Hope tilted her head smiling softly at her, “Y/N would never get tired of showing you her affection, and she knows and understands what you and your children are going through. You have told me of the conversations you both held regarding this situation.”

“Yes, but I just…” Wanda passed a hand through her hair, she turned to the window watching as the cold sun of winter sneaked through the clouds, “I’m just afraid she will get tired eventually, that I won’t be able to change this.”

Here she pointed to her chest, clenching her fist while growling lowly. Hope observed the young woman for a very long time, this was not a new discussion and in the last two weeks had been the main topic around their sessions.

“How is going with the planning of the date? Have you gotten what you need?” Hope asked trying to divert the topic to something that would ignite the flames of hopefulness in Wanda.

Wanda stopped her frustration giving way to a tender smile, her eyes softened nodding lightly.

“Yes, actually this time around I got America and her friends helping me out with the planning,” Wanda chuckled taking a seat, “they really are good teens, and I just need to pay the last part and I will be able to finally get her to the date I promise.”

“She will love it, you know that, right?”

“You think so?” Wanda pursed her lips resting her chin on her hand, “America told me she really loved this, and I just…God, she had been so good to me and my children, and I just…”

Hope waited for Wanda to continue but the other woman merely trailed off shrugging. Wanda wanted to be perfect for you, she wanted to make sure that what she was doing for you was enough to let you see how much she loved you. Wanda wanted to make sure that she was the right person for you, that in this new adventure she was enough.

“You are enough.” Hope commented offhandedly, ignoring the stare coming from Wanda, “but you need to start believing it yourself and giving yourself the chance to experience this.”

“I know.” She mumbled letting her hand rubbed her neck, “I’m really trying, you know? I don’t want this to consume the time I could spend with my children, with Y/N and with my new friends.”

Hope shrugged offering a comforting smile, “we have seen your efforts, Wanda. Don’t sell yourself short because this is not moving at the speed you want it, be patient and persistent. That’s the secret.”

Wanda sighed breaking into an easy smile when her eyes fell on her mobile and a new message appeared on the screen. Hope chuckled recognizing the name, and her eyes went to the clock on the wall. Right on time.

“I guess this is it for today, isn’t it?” Hope said chuckling when Wanda nodded putting the mobile away.

“I don’t know how to thank you for your help.” Wanda stood up waiting until Hope got to her to wrap her into a comforting hug.

“Nonsense. At the end of the day, Wanda, you are my friend as well and the important thing is for you to be and to feel safe.” Hope winked at her nodding to the door. “Now go, I bet they are waiting for you.”

Wanda nodded turning around and leaving the practice. Hope shook her head making her way towards the window where she could see you were standing right on the sidewalk with Tommy and Billy by your side grinning widely holding some posters on their hands. Wanda put a hand on her mouth, laughing before hugging her children while leaning into your embrace as well. Hope smiled tenderly watching the scene with fondness, you really were pretty much in love with the woman and your every action was to ensure her happiness.

Time was all you and her needed. Of that, Hope was completely sure.

The cold of winter came crashing against Wanda, but whatever coldness she was experimenting was soon forgotten when the warm of your hug and the arms of her children engulfed her completely.  She couldn’t help but smile when you planted a single kiss on her lips, and her children snickered calling out to her with posters in their hands.

“What are you guys doing here?” Wanda took the first poster that Billy had made, it was a drawing of their home decorated with many toys and colours representing her, Tommy, America and even Y/N.

“Y/N thought you missed us, and we decided to come and invite you to some snacks.” Tommy said also presenting Wanda with his own drawing. “And, she said you need support.”

“And thus, they did this for you.” You continued grinning, “this is mine, but of course not as good as theirs.”

In your you had written a single declaration of beauty and love in Sokovian, Wanda softened at the words and the drawings not being able to take her smile off of her face. She breathed softly when your lips found hers, her laughter breaking the moment when she heard Tommy and Billy making gagging sounds.

“Ugh, no, mommy!” Billy grabbed Wanda by her hand shaking his head, “come on!! I’m hungry!”

“Me too!”

You chuckled wiggling your brows while winking at Wanda, “come, America is waiting for us and then, once we have them distracted I will kiss you again.”

Wanda flushed but she decided she wouldn’t wait, instead of letting you go she grabbed you by your hand and placed a singe kiss on your lips. You blinked away your shock, while the twins merely snickered covering their mouths.

“Now, where are you taking me guys?”

“We’re going to the park!” The twins screamed running towards the car, you smiled at Wanda who merely blinked confused at you.

“The amusement park.” You clarified scratching the back of your head, “they have this new carnival and I thought you guys would like it.”

Wanda let her eyes wandered to her children then back at you, her heart shrank under your stare and the innocent happiness behind her children. She nodded stretching her hand to grab your right hand in hers.

“We’ve never been to one, so I’m pretty sure we would love it.”

“Good, then let’s go!”

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The park was located it in the southern part of the city.

Winter was the perfect time to bring forth the ice-skating rinks, the place was filled with families and friends enjoying the falling afternoon light and the bright lights from the different attractions. Wanda felt her heart jumped anxiously when she lost sight of Tommy and Billy only to see them talking animatedly with Kate and America.

It didn’t take too long for her to see the familiar faces of her students, and some of your friends walking around the place while sharing a good time. You intertwined your fingers with hers, smiling softly at her while leading her to the closest food stand. You glanced around seeing as America shook her head while negotiating with the twins, Wanda leaned closer to you offering the same tender smile she reserved for you.

“This is amazing.”

“You liked it?” You asked softly, Wanda nodded squeezing your hand reassuringly.

“I do.”

“Good, I was thinking of doing something different with you and the twins, I know as of late you have been stressing out and they haven’t slept well.” You lowered your gaze to the menu, sensing as Wanda tensed by your side.

“You knew?” She turned to America then back at you, your lips broke into a crooked smile shrugging.

“I suspect as much.” You sighed pointing at the combo for a hot dog and soda, “this one look fine, what do you say?”

“It has been difficult but, nothing we can’t deal with.” Her tone of voice had improved since new year, but sometimes you could catch the scratching of her throat and the fading wound Vision had left on her.

“You know I’m here for you and the twins, don’t you?” You faced the young woman, this time around forgetting all about the food and focusing your attention on Wanda.

Wanda shifted letting go of your hand, she felt the cold breeze of the afternoon sneaked inside her clothing. She shivered missing the warmness your hand was providing, though if she were to be honest with herself, it wasn’t your hand. It was you. All of you.

“I know.” Wanda lowered her gaze, her arms wrapping around herself. “Sometimes it’s just difficult for me to know…to actually realise I’m not alone. And that…”

She trailed off when a young man came from behind the counter asking for your order. Wanda observed with care just as you asked for her favourites, while also making sure to ask for Billy and Tommy’s favourites. You knew them so well, Wanda wondered why she had never noticed how attentive you were, how much you knew about them without any difficulties.

You need to let go, and give yourself a chance.

Wanda had already had this conversation before, and she had already fought over with herself against the uncertainty that these new emotions and this new relationship might bring to her life. With a softening heart she sneaked her arm around yours leaning closer to you, you lifted your brows surprised by the gesture but smiling smugly at her closeness.

“Which one is your favourite?” Wanda asked all of a sudden, you furrowed your brows pursing your lips before speaking.

“I like it spicy; you know? No pineapple because, yuck,” Wanda chuckled taking into your every word, “and I like all the sauces I can get my hands on.”

“So basically, a hot dog that may kill you in the near future or get you an upset tummy?” Wanda commented shaking her head, you rolled your eyes shrugging.

“Come on, is not that bad!!”

Wanda snorted but she could not say anything else for Billy and Tommy came right there, both of them were quite excited talking at the same time pointing to a different set of attractions they wanted to try over. You smiled fondly just as Wanda tried to negotiate with her children, America chuckled lifting her arms when both of them pointed to her while pouting. Soon the food was brought over, and you decided it was time for you to intervene.

“Okay, okay, I have a proposal!” Everyone turned to you, your good arm lifting above your head before pointing with your head the table filled with food. “We are going to eat first, then we will go to the Carousel, then we will move onto the bumper cars.”

Billy and Tommy cheered high fiving while hugging you with smiles on their faces, Wanda chewed on her lower lip glancing at those rides before turning to you. You winked at her leaning forward while lifting a single finger.

“Then, we will go to the Ferris Wheel to see the lights show from the park, okay?”

“Yes!” The twins then proceed to drag you to the table eager to start eating and go to the different attractions.

Wanda and America stayed behind grabbing napkins and helping with the beverages.

“They really are happy.” Wanda stated glancing at her children then back at America.

“They really are, are you?”

“I am.” Wanda shrugged smiling softly, Kate came right at that moment helping around while turning to Wanda.

“My mom just called me, she told me everything is ready and that if you confirmed her right now she would get everything ready for Friday.” Kate grinned when Wanda opened her eyes excitedly.

“You mean it?”

“Yep, I know Y/N would love her so…”

“You just have to say the word.” America pressed over smiling as well. Wanda turned to you where you were sitting with the twins helping them around while also allowing them to help you with the food.

Wanda felt her heart beat a tad bit faster, shrinking with pure emotion at the familiar scene she had gotten to witness in the last couple of weeks. She turned to the two teens nodding excitedly.

“Yes, tell her I take it.”

America squealed excitedly hugging Wanda before turning to an equally excited Kate.

“She is going to love it, you will see.”

Wanda surely hoped so, for the only thing in her mind was to make sure you also experience the love, affection and happiness she had felt with you from the moment the both of you met. From the moment, the both of you gave the friendship a chance to grow into something else.

Wanda Maximoff had never had such a wonderful time before.

She was dragged by you or America or even her children around the park to try the different attractions. She got to experience the adrenaline of the roller coaster, while also gave in the excitement of the bumper cars while laughing alongside you.

You were by her side at all times, without being overwhelming it was as if you knew what it was she needed and you were right there to make sure she got it. Wanda admired the easiness in which you and the twins soon found a common ground and they sought you out for comfort or confirmation of what to do next.

Whatever doubts that came after the incident, or whatever reluctance Wanda felt when around you were soon forgotten and she just gave in standing by your side with a beating heart and a tingling body whenever you brushed your hand against hers or your lips found hers when alone.

In the end, and after going through all the different stands holding games with prizes everyone ended up on the Ferry Wheel.

“Come on guys, you can go first.” You nodded to your sister and Kate, winking lightly while America just rolled her eyes.

“Let us take Billy and Tommy…” Kate started but you shook your head placing your right hand on her shoulder.

“No, this is for you guys, go and snog my sister when you get to the highest point,” you chuckled when Kate blushed looking away while America looked mortified, “you guys have been taken them with you most of the day, so it’s only fair. Go.”

Wanda was standing back with Billy and Tommy furrowing her brows when, after a moment of discussion America and Kate finally went inside one of the passenger cars. You stepped back joining Wanda who was trying to hold back the twins that were waving happily at America and Kate.

“I think we shouldn’t eat those candy apples,” Wanda snickered when the twins talked amongst themselves excitedly.

“Oh, come on, those are quite delicious, and I don’t mind them being this hyperactive.”

“You don’t?” Wanda blinked a couple of times stepping forward, waiting until the car stopped and the door was opened for you and the others to go in.

“No, I actually think it’s kinda cute.” You blinked at her before calling for Billy.

“Come here, little guy, you’re sitting with me, and Tommy is sitting with Wanda.” You pinned them with your eyes, your face transforming into a mask of pure seriousness. “I need you to be well-behaved because while this is fun, we need to make sure it is also safe, okay?”

“Yes, Y/N.” Both of them said at the same time, Wanda cocked her head lifting a single eyebrow impressed.

Soon the ride started with classical music playing through the speakers, you looked outside with Billy pointing out the different spots. You leaned forward answering his questions, while also telling him and Tommy about a past you had experienced with America and your parents. Wanda leaned back hearing the sound of your voice and the question of her children while taking in the scene.

“Woah, look mommy!! This is so pretty!” Tommy said pointing right outside the car where the lights show was being played near the skate rink.

“It is, it looks really pretty.” Wanda mumbled glancing at you and noticing you had your eyes on her.

“It is just beautiful.” You replied as well, smiling tenderly at her before turning your attention back to the outside world.

“This is the best day ever, Y/N, thank you.” Billy said softly turning to you and giving you a tight hug.

You returned the hug softening your features while feeling your heart skipped a beat under the display of affection from the little boy.

“I’m glad you like it, Billy.” Your voice was loud enough for him, Tommy and Wanda to hear you out, “I just want to make you enjoy the beautiful things in life, if you guys allow me to do so, I will be more than happy to show you the world.”

Wanda wrapped her arms around Tommy, shaking her head while her eyes filled with tears.

“How about you let us show you also the beautiful and fun things in life, and we share those experiences with one another?” Wanda replied glancing at you, the silent invitation there.

You chuckled nodding, “I would love that.”

Wanda nodded turning again to the world outside the passenger car, her heart leaping with happiness at the moment she was living with you and the twins. Suddenly, in the midst of such peaceful moment Wanda came to the realisation that everything she needed, whatever she had been looking for was just there, sitting right across her loving her children and her without asking nothing in return.

And for that, she loved you without any reservations.

For that, she promised herself to make sure you were happy, the way you were making her and her children happy.

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Final chapter: The date Wanda planned finally comes to be, there will be smut, and happily ever after.

[scarlethexelove]

Heyyy

there would you mind writing jealous Agatha x fem reader where reader attracts attention at a party and Agatha becomes jealous with smut 🥹

pls 🙏

Let Them See

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word Count: 1985

Warning: Smut, Dom!Agatha, Sub!Reader, Strap-on (R receiving), Exhibitionism, Marking, Jealous Agatha, Daddy Kink, Pet Names (Kitten), Voyeurism, Squirting, Light Spanking (Like 2 hits).

A/n: Hope you enjoy this. It was definitely fun to write.

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You walk into the bustling terrace of the high rise building. Twinkling lights and torches scattered around illuminating the open area, stars dancing in the night sky. Your arm is wrapped around the arm of the woman who has brought you to this elegant party. Agatha is a partner at one of the biggest law firms in New York City. You hate the parties but you tolerate them for your wife. These are where she makes her connections and where she likes to show you off as the perfect housewife. 

You stand with her as she talks with others. Her bosses and potential new clients, but you're quiet and just need to get away for a bit. So you lean into Agatha and whisper in her ear. “Baby I’m going to go get a drink and sit for a bit.” She turns to you with a smile. “Of course sweetheart I’ll come find you when I’m done here.” She pecks your lips before you slip away and make your way to the bar. 

There aren’t many people at the bar giving you some breathing room and a chance to calm the nerves. You order a drink and sit at the bar stool lightly sipping on it as you stare off into space. You can’t help but jump when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You expect it to be your wife but you're surprised at the green eyes staring back at you. “Oh, Wanda, you scared me.” You place your hand on your chest feeling as if your heart could beat out of your chest. 

Wanda was someone that Agatha worked with frequently. You could even call them friends and in turn Wanda had become a friend to you. “I’m sorry dear, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just saw you alone over here and wanted to check on you.” Her hand slides down your arm lightly leaving goosebumps in their wake. “That’s ok I just didn’t see you.” You giggle and smile at the woman. She takes the seat next to you and looks you up and down. Her eyes racking over every inch of your body. You can see her lick her lips as she looks at the long slit in your dress that goes high up your thigh and the darkness in her eyes when she lands on your perky breast. She finally makes it to your eyes and smirks at you. “You look stunning Y/n.” Her voice dropped an octave. You can’t help squirm in your seat. You would be lying if you didn’t think the woman in front of you was stunning but you were married and you love your wife more than anything. 

You slap Wanda’s arm. “Oh you flatter me, but I don’t compare to you.” You genuinely smile at the woman. She returns with a smirk. “Oh sweetie you are too kind.” She places a hand on your thigh. You look down and back up at the woman. Your cheeks dusted in a shade of pink. But you miss the eyes that are glued to you. Rage and a sense of possessiveness  forming in them. Agatha making her way towards the both of you. 

“Wanda.” Agatha hisses getting your attention and Wanda’s. Her hand quickly retracted as Wanda coughs. “Hi Aggie. How are you doing this beautiful evening?” Wanda faux innocence as she looks up at the older woman, a slight smirk playing on her lips. “Fine.” Agatha grits out. “Y/n can you come help me with something?” She turns to you and you can see the fire in her eyes. You gulp down the fear and nod your head. “S-see you later Wanda.” You're able to call out as Agatha drags you away. 

No words are spoken between you two as Agatha leads you to the elevator. Even as the doors close nothing is said and you're too scared to say anything. You know your wife's jealousy can be bad but sometimes it is oh so good to see it come out. Right now you’re not sure what you want. The door dings and Agatha leads you out. 

Agatha twists you to look at her after a few steps. “What the hell do you think you were doing back there?” She growls. “Just talking to Wanda.” Your voice is small but you try to sound confident. You start to back up as she stalks towards you. “It looks to me that she was flirting with you and you were letting her.” She keeps walking until you are backed up to the railing. You look back and can see the party going on down below before returning your gaze to your wife. “I-I.” You can’t even finish your sentence before she flips you around. You brace on the railing as Agatha pulls your ass towards her. She has bent you over the railing slightly as she grinds into your ass. That is when you notice it. That noticeable bulge in her pants that has a moan escaping your lips. 

“You want to be a whore. Daddy is going to make you a whore.” She grinds into your ass and slaps it hard. You can’t help the whimper that comes from your lips as you push back into her already feeling your arousal soaking through your underwear and down your thigh. She pulls down the zipper of your dress which causes you to panic. You can see all the people milling down below you. She is already tugging it down before you can comprehend. “D-daddy what if they see.” You try squirming away. You hear her chuckle darkly. “Let them see.” She pretty much rips your dress down until it pulls at your feet. Your nipples are hardening in the cool air. Her hands cupping your breast as she grinds against you. You whine more and push back into her which just makes her chuckle. “Such a whore wanting daddy’s cock. Forgetting all of the people down below that can see just how much of a whore you are. I’ll show them who you belong to.” 

You moan at her words as your knees almost buckle the feeling of your arousal dripping more down your legs. Agatha undoing her suit pants and shuffling them down as her strap springs free slapping onto your ass. Agatha looks down and sees how soaked you are and how you're dripping down your legs. “Fuck kitten your so wet and daddy has barely even touched you. You like the idea of someone seeing you like this.” She lines her cock up and slowly pushes in as she leans over you pressing her clothed front to your naked back. “I bet you want Wanda to see you like this a whore to be used.” She finishes her sentence with a quick and deep thrust fully sheathing herself in your warm and tight cunt. You moan out in pleasure and pain from the sudden stretch of your walls. You quickly slap your hand over your mouth to muffle any more that could come out, but Agatha has none of that. She pulls your hand back and pins both of them to the railing under hers. Her hips snapping into yours. 

“I want them to hear you kitten. I want them to know your mine.” She leans into your neck and starts to leave dark red and purple marks along your neck and shoulder. Marking you as hers as she continues to drive her cock into you. Your moans grow louder as her thrust quickens. Your panicked eyes scanning the party below to see if anyone has noticed. Luckily the party is loud enough that they don’t hear your moans or the way your pussy makes wet noises as Agatha drives her cock deep into you. 

With every thrust of Agatha’s hips your worry of being thrusted over the side grows. You grip the railing tightly as her thrust becomes more powerful. She leans up gripping your hips tightly. “Fuck your pussy is just sucking me in. You like that people can see you. See you as the whore that you really are.” Her fingers dig in and you know you will have bruises there later but you can’t be bothered by that right now. All your thoughts melt away as your pleasure grows and the knot in your lower stomach tightens.  

“D-daddy.” You whimper the only words that can form in your head are of Agatha. She smirks above you and slaps your ass hard. Watching as ripples and turns into a light shade of pink. “Yes kitten. Tell me what you want.” She knows what you want but she wants you to say it. She wants you to ask her permission. But all that comes out of your mouth every time you open it is more whimpers and moans. She can feel the resistance when she thrust in as your pussy tightens around her cock. 

Agatha’s eyes scanning over your body until they catch something very interesting. She grabs your jaw and forces your eyes to a particular spot and a particular person down below. When you spot who you gasp. Wanda is watching intently as your pussy is being destroyed. You want to be embarrassed but all it does it turns you on more. Wanda enjoying the show of you and your wife. More wetness leaking out of you as you hold eye contact with the woman. 

The knot so close to snapping you are finally able to mutter out words. “Please! Fuck! Please Daddy!” You cry out. Your legs shaking as Agatha trails a hand under you and presses your clit. “Cum Kitten. I want you to show Wanda who fucks your slutty pussy just right.” You don’t wait a second scared she might pull out and leave you wanting more. Your mouth drops open as you silently moan. You catch one more sight of Wanda before your eyes roll back in your head and you let go. You juices squirting out of you and covering The lower part of Agatha’s shirt and the top part of her pants. Her thrust slows down as she rubs your clit helping you ride out your high. 

As you come down you slouch a bit into the rail. Your eyes coming back into focus as you see Wanda still watching you and even from this distance you can see the hunger she has for you. Your panting heavy as Agatha pulls out gently makes you whimper. She pulls you up and turns you gently, taking you into her arms. “Fuck kitten that was hot.” She chuckles. “Maybe I should fuck you in front of people more if your going to make a mess like that.” Her words cause you to whine and hide your face in her neck. You hate to admit how much that turned you on and the fact you wouldn’t mind doing it again. 

She kisses the top of your head before pulling back to look at you. You’re a mess. Your hair is sticking up and your makeup is smudged and running down your face. She smiles at you before bending down and pulling your dress back up and putting her strap back into her pants. “Lets go get cleaned up. Someone made a mess on Daddy.” Which makes you whine even more. “Sorry Daddy.” Agatha smiles leading you back inside. “Don’t be sorry baby I loved it so much.” 

And you knew right then that even though this was the first time this happened it definitely won’t be the last time either. You can’t complain either when that was the best orgasm you have ever had. You're glad that Wanda flirted with you and you're glad that you didn’t stop it. If only you could somehow convince your wife to let her join at least once, but for now you will take her watching you. 

[madwomansapologist]

let me feel you | agatha harkness

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synopsis: All you wanted was for Agatha Harkness to being you the towel you forgot. How could you know that your night would end with her magic strap-on inside of you? You wouldn't trade it for nothing else. [1K]

warnings: smut. bondage. penetration. strap-on. fingering. breeding kink. mommy kink. rough sex. spit. cum eating. praises. degradation. possessiveness. kinky use of magic. gp!agatha harkness. mean!dom agatha but also soft!dom agatha. she's a woman of layers. female!reader.

Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times...

You didn't even get out of the shower. The hot water continue to fall on you, relaxing your sore members, a thin fog dominated the bathroom. You just opened the box's door. "Babe!"

"Towel", you heard Agatha yelling back from your shared bedroom.

She was right. It's the forth night in a row you forget it folded on your bed. Getting that she was waiting for you in bed, you're pretty sure Agatha noticed and waited to see if you would remember to get it. Of course you didn't.

You heard when she opened the door. You got out from under the hot water, wishing that somehow your temperature wouldn't change. With goosebumps rising on your skin, you shook the excess water out of your hair.

Agatha opened the box's door, a smirk decoring her face. She looked you up and down, admiring the way water runned down your body. It seem like don't matter how many times she sees you, it always feel like the first time. "That's such a bad habit of yours. What if one day I'm not at home?"

You reached out for the towel, but Agatha held it away from you. "It isn't a habit. It's a constant silly accident."

"So that's how you prefer to word it?" Agatha crossed her arms. You tried to get the towel again, but she took a step away from you. "'Cuz that sounds like a lie, sweet thing."

You extended your hand with your palm facing the roof. "Gimme that."

Agatha held your waist, not caring about the water. All she wanted was to feel your warm skin against her. Her thumb caressed your tummy, while her other fingers grabbed part of your thigh. "Don't think I should. I pretty much prefer this view."

"Than stop complaining", your nails scratched her forearm, fingers following the veins until you reached her hand. You closed yours over hers, making Agatha use more strenght to hold you. "And I promise to always forget my towel."

Agatha response came in a electric feeling against your wet skin. She was doing it again. You watched the purple strings circling your body, enclosuring your feet and hands. Agatha walked away from the bathroom, and her magic made your follow her.

You giggled, enjoying that feeling of being throw around without having to put on any effort. It feels so good when Agatha just put you were she wants and take everything she can from you. You feel like a doll. Like something precious.

"Let's seal the deal", Agatha dropped the towel on the floor and you on your bed at the same time. You couldn't care less about the bed sheets. "Open your legs for me."

She could have opened them. Agatha knows you like to give up control, just as you know she loves to take it. But she wanted to see you revealing yourself. To make you show her where you wanted to be touched, where you needed her.

She crawled and held your thights, pulling you closer to her. She bit your delicate skin, marking it with her teeths. "I won't ask twice."

You did as she ordered, and Agatha licked the bite as a reward for your good behavior. Agatha stayed there for some time, provoking you by being so near where you wanted her and still so far away.

"You'll ended up marking me", you tried to argue with her. To use your logic to make Agatha do what you wanted. You rolled your hips, but Agatha moved away from you.

Agatha kneeled between your legs, and it filled you with a sweet rage to see that you were naked and wet while she was wearing so many clothes. So unfair. "You're mine, aren't you? My dirty girl, my sweet princess, my pretty slut."

"You know I am."

Agatha caressed your cheeks, and that normally pure act of affection never felt so depraved. She kissed your shoulders, licked your neck, pushed her nose against your skin. When her lips were about to touch yours, she grabbed your chin and held you in place. Her nails scratched your face. "Then I can do whatever I want to you."

You put your hand on hers, stroking her skin while looking deep into her eyes. You kissed her thumb, scratched gently her fingers, pulled your face against her skin. You kissed each finger of her hand, then licked them. You kept eye contact, moaned with her fingers on your mouth, and let them go with a dirty pop.

"Please", you whimpered. "Touch me, please. Pretty please."

Agatha slide her fingers through your body, so slowly that for a second you thought she wouldn't do a damn thing. Then she smiled, and her fingers finally laid on your needy pussy.

While her fingers played with your lips, the speed changing whenever you were almost getting used to the feeling, Agatha finally kissed you. It was so rough, filled with a burning desire for one another. It made you feel hers. It made you want to be hers until the finish line.

Agatha moved to suck your nipples. Her tongue was made for you. The way she knew your body, doing exactly what you wanted her to do, made you moan her name.

Agatha groaned against your breasts.

So you did it again. You whimpered her name, whispered it, screamed. Her name was the only word your mouth knew.

"Such a good girl", Agatha moaned against you. You didn't even touched her, but you were doing exactly what gave her pleasure. You praised her, you begged for her, you treated her like your owner. Because she is. You're hers. You will forever be hers. "Doing exactly what mommy taught you."

Before you could even react, she penetrated your pussy. Her pussy. Two fingers, wet with your own saliva, made their way into you. They felt so right, so perfectly made for you. She curved them inside you, and with your eyes closed the pleasure expand into you as waves.

When her tongue rubbed your clit, not even her name was something you could say. You made inhumans sounds, so lost in pleasure. When she was fast, you felt your eyes turning. When she was slow, it was such a great torture you felt like anything would be enough to make you scream. Don't matter what Agatha gives you, it's always what you need.

When Agatha noticed you weren't breathing, she bit your tight and got next to your face. She kissed you, making even harder to breath, and made you taste yourself.

Agatha loves to feel you breathless against her.

You were being so good for her. So docile. You gave up control to her. Many would think that this means you're weaker, but those people aren't worth your attention. You trust her. You want her. Agatha can do anything to you but not because she owns you, but because she knows you.

And for being such a sweet thing, Agatha will do whatever you want. No games, no edging, just you and your pleasure.

"What do you want, pretty girl?" Agatha fucked you even harder. She didn't wanted you to think about it, to imagine what would make Agatha happy, she wanted the truth. "Mommy will give it to you."

Between lossen moanings and her rough kisses, your mind was reduced to something else. To something animalistic. "I- Want", your words didn't felt right. Were they even words? You don't remember. You can't remember. "I want... you. You filling me up. I want to feel you coming into me."

Agatha froze.

When the lack of any movement endured, you opened your eyes. Looking at Agatha, you understood what you have said. "Oh, no", you whispered. "I didn't mean to- Look it wasn't... I swear I wasn't imagining you're a man or anything I just... Dear lord, please kill me or I..."

But this time what shut you wasn't the cacophony of thoughts. It wasn't your fear that Agatha may think you want something more than her. It wasn't the shame of saying something and feeling judge. It was Agatha's fingers deep into your mouth.

"So my dumb slut want mommy to cum inside of her?" You blinked and unsure of what to do you nodded. It was such a pathetic view. You, clearly embarrassed, nodding with her wet fingers into your mouth. "Than that's what mommy will give to her."

A electric wave went throught your body, but this time it wasn't meant to you. When you looked down, you saw Agatha's magic doing something you never imagined that was possible.

Agatha has a dick. Not a strap-on, not a sex toy, but a purple member. And it was exactly how you like it. The exactly measurements you like the strap-on you use the most. The veins, the rounded tip. Have she ever saw it? Does she knows you uses it?

Without warning, Agatha entered you. It was so perfect. Just what you wanted. It felt so good inside you. So made for you. And when you thought it couldn't get better, Agatha moved her hips.

From there you couldn't think anymore.

But the best part was to look into Agatha's eyes. To see her almost whimpering for you. You knew she could feel everything. You could see it on her eyes. So you made your pussy get even tighter, torturing her on such a good way.

"Fuck", her breathless moans made you so wet. How could she never did that before? You will never want something different from now on. "I'll never get out of you. I will fuck this pussy until you can't take no more. I will be inside you forever."

Agatha kissed you, but both of you felt so sensitive. She couldn't close her mouth, so you licked her tongue. It made such a nasty sound. "You do me so good", you whispered.

Watching you licking whatever you could, so hungry to have Agatha on your mouth, she felt that you would do anything for her. That just as Agatha would turn every wet dream of yours into reality, you would make anything that could possibly make her feel good.

So Agatha decided to test her theory. "Open you mouth."

You did just as she wanted. You put your tongue out, almost as if you knew what Agatha wanted. As if it was your thought, your desire, and Agatha was just doing as you wanted.

She spat on you tongue, and you took everything she had for you. Agatha couldn't look away from your eyes. They were teasing her, begging for more while also demanding. You moaned as you drank her saliva.

That was her limit.

Agatha groaned against you, and slapped your thight. The sound you made was so perfect. She put your ankles on her shoulders, and fucked you like her life depended on it.

And at that moment, it was true.

Feeling your insides welcoming her, Agatha gave you everything she had. She went harder against your pussy. For a second she was sure you could see stars. That even herself would.

And when you closed your eyes, your legs shaking and pussy aching, Agatha reached her breaking point.

She came into you.

And for the first time in your life you felt complete.

Agatha buried her head on your neck. "I gonna burn every single towel on this house."

You laughed, or at least you tried since you hadn't been able to breathe in a while. You kissed her temple, and just then you realized that your nails were deep on her back. "Deal."

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[bigbadripley]

If you’re still taking requests, could you do 30 and/or 26 with dark! Agatha please? That last one you did was um v good 😵‍💫

No Hands (18+)

Pairing: Dom!Agatha x Fem!Reader

Prompts: 30. “I bet I can make you cum without even touching you.” and 26. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

A/N: We love Dark!Agatha. We also love some good ol' smut. I had a lot of fun with this drabble. Warning: Public

Prompts

It all started with a bet between you and your girlfriend, Agatha. 

"I bet I can make you cum without even touching you." She said. The prospect piqued your interest, but you couldn't help but feel skeptical. It didn't even occur to you that she meant right there and then while you were eating dinner at a restaurant. 

Aggie moved her hand under the table, and it suddenly felt like her hand was in your underwear, manipulating your clit in slow, hard circles. She was using her magic, that cheater. It obviously felt good, but you were hoping she would wait until you were alone. 

"Babe, not now." You whispered breathlessly, trying your best not to moan. Though everyone else was busy with their own devices, it felt like all eyes were on you. The right corner of Agatha's mouth curled into a devious grin as the invisible hand moved faster, and your arousal began to take over.

"You don't mean that, beautiful." She spoke softly, ticking her eyebrows upward. She was right. You didn't want her to stop. It took everything in you not to fall out entirely in the middle of this establishment, holding on by a thread. No matter how tight you closed your thighs, it kept happening like a vibrator on high speed.

"I-I'm," You mumbled, trying to form the words. 

"Use your words, sweetheart." Aggie insisted. Faster and faster, her magic hand went. She locked eyes with you and wouldn't let you go. 

"I'm go-gon-na-" You were trying to speak, but it was useless. Your climax cut you off entirely. The achy heat in your gut dispersed as satisfaction shot through your veins. You nearly wailed, but a strategically placed invisible hand cupped over your mouth and kept you quiet. Agatha smiled brightly with pride,

"Good girl."

[imdoingsortagay]

Milf! Wanda x younger couple Agatha + r Headcanons

Warnings: older woman x younger couple ( Agatha and r are about 26-27 , Wanda is 33is), Dom!Agatha, switch!R, Sub!Wanda,some smut , Milf!Wanda, vision being a bro and unaware husband

Smut below the cut !!!!!

Happy reading gays

Wanda is literally a lonely housewife

She only married Vision to stop the nagging from her dad about “ needing a man “

She spends her time gardening, doing yoga with Dottie.

Wanted to spice up her life

Her prayers are answered when the two of you show

You and Agatha moving to west view after your job offered you a position to run the Westview.

Wanda taking a liking to both of you.

Agatha finding her weird at first but she comes to your house with cookies so it’s fine.

The three of you hanging out when you’re off, watching movies, drinking or swimming in the pool.

Wanda wearing a very revealing swim suit that catches both your eyes and you shyly compliment the older woman which makes her blush.

“ does your husband know about this Maximoff ? Cause he’s clearly dumb” Agatha tells her while you not in agreement.

Wanda always sitting between the two of you when you have movie marathons.

Agatha placing her hand on Wanda’s thigh cause it stops her hand from constantly tapping it while you rest your hand on the older woman’s hand ( she doesn’t mind).

Once Wanda leaves Agatha forms a plan to get Wanda which you agree to

Not before fucking cause she makes y’all va Va voom.

“ do you want mommy to have Maximoff join us bunny? You want her to see you like such a needy sit for me ?”

One time during one of your hangout sessions, Agatha ends up inviting Wanda to swim again while she eats you out cause the bikini you chose looked so good on you.

“ god needy bunny looking so good for mommy rigjt ? I wonder What Wanda would do ?”

Wanda going straight home and touching herself, being a bit of a perv and slowly opening the bedroom window to hear your moans.

Agatha wait a month til the big block party at Dotties house to confront Wanda

You and Agatha go to a room to fuck where the older woman catches you both in the act.

Wanda being ordered to watch the two of you while Agatha fucks into you.

“ fuck you’re both so hot ,” she moans out as she fingers herself, choosing not to wear any panties under to dress.

“ how about you come over and let my bunny use that mouth of hers to make you cum cmon honey don’t be shy”.

Wanda loves when the both of you fuck her.

Someone so hot about two young woman making her a needy little thing is gets Wanda so wet.

Agatha letting you fuck Wanda one time when she was out running errands.

Getting pictures of Wanda’s pussy taking your purple strap 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Which is Agatha’s btw but she lended to you of course.

Agatha being the strict one with Wanda while you’re v soft with her.

When your wife is feeling extra mean she’ll just tie you and Wanda up next to each other while she uses a toy on herself.

“ if either of you behaved , my sweet bunny could have been sucking my tits while Wanda was licking my cunt.

Making Wanda pierce her nipples and the both of you go wild

Wanda sending nudes to the both of you when you’re all busy

Buying lingerie for Wanda to use then taking Polaroids of her to keep in your wallet

Ends with more dirty Polaroids of Wanda being fucked dumb

Agatha like to call Wanda princess , or slut if she’s being mean.

Overall best choice ever

[acriminalmind]

Hypnotized

SoftDark!Therapist Agatha Harkness x Fem reader

Summary: After years of struggling with your mental health you decide to visit a therapist. She makes all your worries go away. She makes all your thoughts go away. She will take care of you like you will take care of her.

Warnings: manipulation, little bit of stalking, smut, soft sex, vaginal, G!P Agatha, mind control, Dom Agatha, Sub reader, kissing, non-con, vaginal, kidnapping, fluff, pet names, praise, Daddy kink, implied pregnancy, metal health issues.

Tell me if I missed any warnings.

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After years of struggling with your mental health, you decide to finally accept the help of a therapist. Mainly hating the idea of submitting yourself to a random person you don't know and opening up about your life has prevented you from doing so for the past years. But after the umpteenth breakdown your friend Laura finally convinced you to accept help. She gave you a pamphlet from a therapist who was seated on the other side of your town. Agatha Harkness was the name of the therapist. The website gave you slight information about the practice and Agatha herself. A picture showed a dark-haired middle-aged woman. She wore a purple sweater and dark trousers. You couldn't deny that she looked good.

You quickly clicked to the contact page before actually drooling over your perhaps therapist you'd never met.

That night you send an E-mail to her to ask her for more information. Not even a half-hour later you already received a reply. The information and answers she gave you took away most of your nerves before you decide to make an appointment with her which she accepted. In two days you will have your first session.

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Standing in the waiting room of the practice you watched the artwork hanging on the white walls. Not being an art connoisseur you did not know about the artist or the meaning of the art, but they distracted you enough from the nerves you had about the appointment. Through your distraction and standing with your back to the door, you didn't notice the dark-haired beauty watching you with intrigued purple eyes. A sweet voice then called out your name which made you spin around turning to where the voice came from. "Good afternoon, my name is Agatha Harkness. You must be Y/N Y/LN?" "Yep, that's me." You smiled nervously. "Please come in, Hun." The little pet name made you blush a little. Stepping into her office your eyes wandered around. It wasn't like you expected at all. It wasn't as clinical-like as you thought. The walls carried a beautiful earth tone. There were three couches in the middle of the room. Two one seats and one corner sofa. In the middle of the couches stood a glass table with multiple glasses and a can filled with water. Against one of the walls stood closets filled with books and other stuff. Two wall sides of the room were filled with windows that are slightly closed by black blindings. "Please, take a seat. Do you want anything to drink?" "No thank you miss Harkness." "Please, call me Agatha," she answers with a sweet smile. "Okey." Taking place on the corner sofa you look at the other woman who pours a glass of water for herself before taking a seat in one of the one seats. "So, tell me how can I help you, dear?"

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It was now weeks after your first session and you felt better. Every week you had an appointment with Agatha and she helped you feel better. You couldn't deny the strange feeling you've been having lately though. It felt like you were being watched, but every time you looked around you no one was there. You didn't think much of it though.

Agatha had started watching you through her magic ball. When first saw you all those months ago she felt something. She was very lonely after the whole Westview thing and wanted a partner who she could take care of, who she could hold against her in bed and cuddle with on the couch while watching a movie. After watching you some more she found out that you had had a tough life which left you with some mental problems. That day she created a therapist practice in your town spreading flyers around hoping you would react. After a while, you still hadn't contacted her so she knew she had to do something about it. She manipulated your day so you would have another breakdown before mentally manipulating your friend into giving her flyer to you and convincing you to finally go seek help. Now she finally has you close she just had to wait for the right moment to make a move and draw you in. And that moment would be your next and last session with her.

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Since your first encounter with Agatha, everything seemed to go well for you. Today though everything went different. As if someone called a curse upon you. You felt your mental state going down by the minute. You felt vulnerable, alone, and miserable. Not one choice you made today was a good one. The only thing that kept you from going to bed at one in the afternoon was your appointment with Agatha at three. And as if the gods didn't bully you enough for the day it started raining when you walked towards the practice. "Of fucking course, as if a broken car isn't worse enough the weather god decides to piss on me," you yelled at the clouts with growing frustration. When walked inside the building Agatha was waiting for you. "O honey, you are soaked. Here let me help you. Please take off your clothes so they can dry on the heating. I will get you a blanket so you won't get a cold." Not questioning her request because of all the frustration you start to undress. You hold the soft blanket around you while Agatha spreads your clothes over the different heaters of the room. When she returns to you you break down in her arms. "Sss, don't worry hun, everything will be alright. You don't have to worry your pretty little head over your life anymore. Daddy will take good care of you from now on."

She leads both of you to the corner couch. She brings her fingers to your temples and starts entering your mind. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, honey, after the day you had. Will you let Daddy do that?" Nodding your head without a thought you let her push you on your back. "Let me make you mine, baby." With a flick of her wrist, you both are completely naked. "Let me take care of you." She lays herself on top of you and starts placing small kisses on your neck. Your mind tries to fight her magic, but she is too strong. "Don't fight me, baby. I know what's best for you. You belong to me now." She takes ahold of her hardened cock en pushes the in pre cum covered tip against your pussy. "I can feel how wet you are for me, Hun. Just for Daddy." You grab onto her shoulder when she slowly starts to push in. A moan leaves your mouth while you close your eyes. "Look at me baby, don't close your eyes. I want you to look at daddy." The magic inside your mind makes you lose control over your body. You open your eyes looking at her purple-colored ones. "Good girl."

Both your bodies move in sync. A layer of sweat has appeared on both of your bodies. Moans are filling the room. Agatha kisses you with passion licking your bottom lip and asking for access which you grant. The slow lovemaking between you makes you fully lose control over your mind. "I love you so much, dear. From the moment I saw you I knew you were my soulmate. And you will learn to love me too. I will train you to be the perfect Mrs. Harkness." You feel yourself reaching your orgasm. A silent voice in your head says to ask promotion first. "D-Daddy, I-I'm gonna cum. Can I cum please?" She looks down at you with a sweet smile, "asking permission like the good girl you are, of course, you can cum for Daddy." She slides her hand between your bodies to stimulate your clit. "Cum for me, baby." Your walls clench around her cock bringing her to her orgasm too. Her cum paints the inside of your walls while yours decorate her shaft. She lays her head into the crook of your neck. "Finally I have you all to myself," she whispers while you play with her loose hair. "I'm all yours Agatha." The purple glow slowly leaves your eyes, but the magic does not leave your mind.

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*A year later*

Standing in the kitchen, wearing your flower kitchen apron you work on dinner when you hear the front door open and close. You feel two arms slipping around your round belly. Agatha lays her head on your shoulder kissing your cheek. "I missed you, darling." "You say that every day my dear. And you are only away for a couple of hours." You turn around bringing your arms around her neck and giving her a quick peck on the lips. "Even if it's just a few hours, I rather want to be with you every second of the day." You giggle at her words. "I think you will get sick of me then.""I will never get sick of you, baby." She kneels before you turning her attention to your belly. "And I can't wait for you to join us, little one." Giving your belly a kiss she stands up. "Dinner smells good." "I hope it tastes good too." "Of course it will, it's made by you." "You're too nice to me." With a snap of her long fingers, the table is set. Taking your hand into hers she walks you to the table sitting on her chair before pulling you in her lap. "What kind of desert do I get after finishing this delicious meal?" You bring your fork to her mouth feeding her small bites of the roasted chicken, "If you're a good girl and finish your plate you can have me for dessert." Her eyes become dark with lust at your words, "Well then, start feeding me, Mommy. I'm hungry for dessert." You smile at her. "How did I get so lucky to have you as my wife." "I think it's called...fate, my dear."

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[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (1-7 Oct 2023)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🙂 Under Alien Skies: A Sightseer's Guide to the Universe (Phil Plait, author & narrator) - The Bad Astronomer paints pictures of what the sky would look like standing on the surface of other planets, asteroids, etc.

😊 Initiation (Sex Wizards #1) (Alethea Faust) - erotic BDSM fantasy - actually a bit more plot & worldbuilding than I was expecting tbh, entertaining

😞 Miss Aldridge Regrets (Canary Club Mystery #1) (Louise Hare, author; Georgina Campbell, narrator) - This isn't a mystery the MC investigates, it's a mystery that happens TO her. She was tediously passive, seeming really rather naïve & foolish (esp given her age and life experience) and entirely in denial about pretty much everything that happens to her (since she's being actively framed for murder). However, the very short interval chapters from the killer's perspective did hook my interest and left me genuinely curious about the mystery. At about 44% I jumped to the end to see how the mystery resolved. I'm counting it as read since I did read over 50% of it.

😍 A Most Agreeable Murder (Julia Seales, author; Fiona Hampton, narrator) - comical pastiche/parody mashup of: Jane Austen (specifically), regency-set/gothic novels (in general) & Agatha Christie/country house mysteries - funny & entertaining, deftly done. Very Nightmare Abbey vibes in the absolute best way. I enjoyed all the caricature characters but 'overlooked tedious (but secretly a [redacted]) sister' Mary was my fave, absolute gothic queen

💖💖 +94K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

I'm dating the least inquisitive man in Ottawa (GlitterCity) - Rachel Reid's Game Changers: Troy Barrett/Harris Drover (but really mostly gen), 4K - cute, really nailed the character voices

Tinder Is the Night (rohkeutta) - MCU: stucky, 6K - hilarious, forever fave [reread]

Stay (fandomfluffandfuck) - MCU: stucky, 31K - silver fox/old guard Dom Steve subbing for newbie Dom Bucky - great character voices, hot af sex!

bitten hand guides best (frankoceansmoonriver) - The Witcher: Geraskier, 33K - lovely little fic with werewolf!Jaskier & witcher Geralt

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Make Some Noise - s2, e1

Dirty Laundry - s3, e2

Only Murders In The Building - s3, e10

Deadloch - s1, e1-8

Our Flag Means Death - s2, e1-3

D20: Burrow's End - "The Red Warren" (s20, e1)

D20: Adventuring Party - "Stoatal Recall" (s15, e1)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Re: Dracula - October 1: Not My Own Master In The Matter

Welcome to Night Vale #235 - Book Club

What Next: TBD - Inside Crypto's House of Cards

Re: Dracula - October 2: Play for the Stake of Human Souls

⭐ The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Searching for Squids with Dr. Sarah McAnulty

Ed Zitron's 15 Minutes In Hell - Episode 9 - David Roth

Re: Dracula - October 3: The Holiest Love

Into It - Tech Bros Laid the Foundation, but Women Built Social Media

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Enchanted Woods

Switched on Pop - In Defense of Crunk

Re: Dracula - October 4: It Is Like Death

Vibe Check - Freedom, Cut Me Loose!

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Baobab Fare

⭐ Shedunnit - Agatha and Plum

Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Wilhelm Scream Remix

⭐ Song Exploder - Alvvays "Archie, Marry Me"

Re: Dracula - October 5: Baptism of Blood

Today, Explained - Caste away

Re: Dracula - October 6: My Affairs of Earth

Dear Prudence - My Girlfriend Is Always Late! Help!

Endless Thread - Find A Grave: Social Media Icon

Into It - Are Bed Bugs and Katy Perry Out for Blood?

Today, Explained - Who shot ya, Tupac?

Switched on Pop - Metro Boomin Wants Some More

ICYMI - Stop Snitching on Main

⭐ One Year - 1955: The Hiroshima Maidens

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Troubadours From the Tribe

Alternative Radio • 2000s

Foundations of Metal

Rob Zombie Radio • 2000s • Familiar

Metal Radio • 1980s

Manowar Radio

"Give It Away" [RHCP] Radio • Familiar

Stand And Deliver: The Very Best of Adam & The Ants {1999}

[confused-bi-queer]

Good morning and thank you for tagging me @johnwgrey !!!

Wednesday, huh? I’ve been bit slow about writing since I’m dealing with a class that sucks my energy out, which makes me feel a bit guilty that I’m taking so long in updating my fics, so I’m going to share bits of the chapters I’ve been stuck in writing. Prepare for a fooking whiplash!

First off, my COBB, the ballet AU, since chapter 4 will be up this friday (or maybe the weekend):

I go after Baz.

He sees me approaching and raises his hand, stopping me from steeping too close.

“Not today, Snow,” he warns, rubbing his temples.

He must be faking it; he can’t possibly have gotten a headache the moment I got close to him.

“Why were you so close to Agatha?” I ask, but my tone is mostly accusingly.

“Snow, please.”

“What are you—”

He doesn’t let me finish; he grabs the front of my shirt and shoves me against the barre.

“I said not today, Snow!” he yells at me.

I grab his hands softly when I see how red his eyes are. He’s been crying.

“Baz—”

“Don’t you dare to fucking touch me.”

When he blinks, a tear escapes him.

“I’m so sorry, Baz, I didn’t know you—”

You know how these two like fighting so much.

Now, for my CORB, the regency AU, have some Agatha telling Baz about Niamh. ((You people are really not prepared for this chapter. When I get into really writing this fic, it’s over.))

“My wish was to stay single for as long as I could, but my heart couldn’t stop itself from bursting when I watched her taking care of a baby goat as I watched her do her job. And she didn’t wish to bring me down to poverty when you and I could get married to do whatever we want, but I don’t want her to be considered an affair.”

AND, NOW, my so abandoned (I’m sorry Marta haha) but still in my mind WIP fest, meaning: ⚠️⚠️⚠️SPICY UNDER THE CUT ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ 

Porn, Baz with a tail, and dom/sub shit! My usual like for writing smut. (This is Baz’s pov!!)

“That’s not what I asked you to repeat.”

He withdraws his fingers slightly, leaving only the tips inside me for a moment before starting stretching me with three fingers instead. I moan.

“I requested something.”

“I don’t remember,” I cry as he slams his palm against my arse. “Fuck...”

“Are you stupid or what?” he asks. “You’re a stupid whore who wants my cock.”

“I’m a stupid whore who wants your cock,” I say quickly.

He chuckles; this is the first time I really feel like I’m giving into whatever he asks me to do. I’ll do whatever he wants if it gets me fucked.

You know, I love the domSimon/subBaz dynamics, my ao3 fics confirms that, and I wasn’t really a fan of bottomSimon, like I never pictured him like that. However ✨domBaz✨ and since this fic is Baz with a tail and Simon into being choked (a little joke since he never shuts up about it), I’ll rewrite a few things before publishing the following chapter.

Also, Time hasn’t been on my side, but for these fics (thanks to wipsday for reminding me i love writing), i’ll stop giving a fuck bout not having it. Fuck time.

Now tagging: @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @wellbelesbian @artsyunderstudy @cutestkilla @moodandmist @castawaypitch @letraspal @dragoneggo @captain-aralias @martsonmars @fatalfangirl @facewithoutheart @bookish-bogwitch @takitalks @erzbethluna @urban-sith @ic3-que3n @ionlydrinkhotwater @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @angelsfalling16 @foolofabookwyrm-activated @bazzybelle @palimpsessed @aristocratic-otter @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @forabeatofadrum @tea-brigade @sillyunicorn @whatevertheweather @basiltonbutliketheherb

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

mentor!agatha making student!wanda recite different spells as she has three fingers thrusting in and out of her. of course, she’s given wanda explicit instructions not to come without permission. everytime wanda stutters over a word, agatha has her start the whole page over. by the time wanda finishes the page, she’s shaking and moaning from being edged but agatha just grins and tells her to start the next page.

[getlostsquidward]

https://at.tumblr.com/getlostsquidward/704390091387387904/zcmxhklc7zmd

are yall seriously sleeping on her liking to be on her knees calling us *good girl*? thats canon fruits

well yes agatha calling you a good girl while on her knees eating you out is a sight for sore eyes

also...agatha telling you how she would like to be touched, or teaching you how to dom her is a....a thought. that. i will think about from now on. agatha being mean and degrading as she tells you to do what she likes. and then of course, calling you by your most favorite praise. good girl. her good girl.

[crowdvscritic]

round up // APRIL 22

Kidnappings, murders, and million-dollar heists, oh my! My favorite pop culture from April featured quite a few crimes and quite a few star-studded casts. Natch, most of my picks are narrative movies, and now that Oscar season is over, I’m back to theater for brand-spanking new releases. But you can also find two documentaries (okay, 1.5 documentaries), a selection of live performances, some long reads, and of the Beatles on this list, so if crime doesn’t pay your interests well, there’s still plenty more to entertain and make you think this month.

April Crowd-Pleasers

1. Death on the Nile (2022)

My love for Agatha Christie adaptations is well-documented, so it’s no surprise the latest adaptation was right up my alley. (Er, right up my river?) Kenneth Branagh’s detective Hercule Poirot is investigating Annette Bening, Russell Brand, Gal Gadot, Rose Leslie, Sophie Okonedo, Jennifer Saunders, Letitia Wright, and more, and there are nearly as many twists as cast members. Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 7/10

2. Ambulance (2022)

I could not capture in words how delightful Ambulance was, but I tried really hard with phrases like "majestic chaos" and "symphony of mayhem.” Read my full review for ZekeFilm about Michael Bay’s latest, which is exactly what you want from him if you don’t care about bots, body builders, or Benghazi. It’s the first movie I’ve seen twice in theaters since Jojo Rabbit in 2019, and it’s great to be back, baby! Crowd: 9.5/10 // Critic: 6/10

3. Olivia Rodrigo: driving home 2 u (a SOUR film) (2022)

Is this “documentary” shameless advertising for its star, Olivia Rodrigo? You bet. Is it also a collection of killer performances, fun making-of-the-album clips, and gorgeous Southwest vistas? You also bet. If you’re a fan of Rodrigo’s debut album SOUR, don’t miss this concert rockumentary that’s a time capsule of teenage-dom and of coming into your own artistic voice. Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 7/10

4. Nine to Five (1980)

Ever been frustrated with management at your office job? Nine to Five is the catharsis you need. (Not that I’m speaking from experience.) Jane Fonda, Dolly Parton, and Lily Tomlin are fed up with their boss Dabney Coleman’s harassment, mismanagement, and general unpleasantness, and after a few misunderstandings, it turns into…kidnapping? I love a plot that escalates to bananas, and all three of these ladies (and that Oscar-nominated theme song) are in top form. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 8/10

5. Brewster’s Millions (1985)

April means baseball is back, and that means it’s time for baseball movies between games. I rewatched some of my favorites this month (like Moneyball and Take Me Out to the Ball Game), and Brewster’s Millions was my favorite of the new ones I checked out. Minor leaguer Richard Pryor has to spend $30 million in 30 days to get a $300 million inheritance, but he can’t tell anyone (including BFF John Candy and manager Jerry Orbach) what’s going on. Hijinks ensue! Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 7/10

6. The Lost City (2022)

What’s more enjoyable than a Sandra Bullock rom-com? We’ve gone without them for over a decade, and this action-adventure is a refreshing and hilarious return to form. Bullock is a fading romance novelist, Daniel Radcliffe is the eccentric billionaire who kidnaps her, and Channing Tatum is her handsome dum-dum cover model who tries to rescue her. Oh, and Brad Pitt shows up—why not? Crowd: 9.5/10 // Critic: 6.5/10

 7. John Mulaney: From Scratch Tour (2022)

If you get the chance, don’t miss John Mulaney live. He performed a 90-minute set at Denver’s Red Rocks Amphitheatre, and I laughed so hard I cried—what more can you hope for? I also left understanding rehab and addiction better than I when I sat down (see his recent SNL monologue for a taste), which made it feel like an intimate sharing of his most vulnerable moments as much as a comedy show. It’s a fascinating art-imitates-life performance I hope makes it to Netflix soon so I can say I’m not interested in science “from magnets to ducks” and people know what I’m referencing.

8. SNL Round Up

Season 47 of Saturday Night Live is getting close to wrapping—don’t miss these before the finale.

"Paw Patrol" (4714 with Oscar Isaac)

"Home Repair Show “ (4714) — I’m not sure why, but Kyle Mooney’s dry delivery made me laugh so hard I cried

"Short-A** Movies" (4716 with Jerrod Carmichael) - Pardon their French, but I am fully on board with this category of movies

"Story" (4716)

"Post-Covid Game Show" (4716)

"Cabaret Night" (4717 with Jake Gyllenhaal) - Pardon a few NSFW comments, but I really connected with this embracing of our mediocre achievements like finishing a chapstick before losing it

"Black Eyed Peas" (4718 with Lizzo)

9. Double Muppet Feature: The Muppet Movie (1979) + The Great Muppet Caper (1981)

Everyone handles stress differently. I handle it by watching Muppets movies and eating ice cream for dinner. The Muppet Movie (Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 8/10) chronicles the origin story of Kermit meeting his pals, and The Great Muppet Caper (Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 8/10) sees Kermit and Co. solving a mystery about missing diamonds. (Caper would also been a great double feature with Death on the Nile.) John Cleese, Elliott Gould, Charles Grodin, Bob Hope, Cloris Leachman, Carol Kane, Steve Martin, Richard Pryor, Diana Rigg, Orson Welles, and more make appearances, and I sleep better at night when I lie in bed thinking of the Muppets instead of work. 

10. Hotel Artemis (2018)

Jodie Foster and Dave Bautista run a secret Los Angeles hospital for criminals including Jeff Goldblum, Sofa Boutella, Sterling K. Brown, Jenny Slate, and Zachary Quinto. And on a night when the whole city is rioting, what could go wrong? While the dialogue is a little too obsessed with exposition (seems like we could’ve shown instead of telling some of these things), the plot coasts on the cast’s charisma into something fun. Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 6/10

April Critic Picks

1. Rushmore (1998)

Another Wes Anderson film, another romance with an age gap. Jason Schwartzman’s intense prep schooler obsessed with extracurriculars is a car wreck you can’t look away from as he attempts to beat out Bill Murray for the affections of a teacher at Rushmore Academy (Olivia Williams). The aesthetically-pleasing eye of Wes Anderson transforms a story of teenage ambition, rebellion, and revenge into something entirely charming. Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 9/10

2. Double Feature - Classic Screwball Rom-Coms: Midnight (1939) + Ball of Fire (1941)

In Midnight (Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 8.5/10), chorus girl Claudette Colbert and taxi driver Don Ameche are crossed in love in Paris as she schemes to marry rich. In Ball of Fire (Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 9.5/10), nightclub singer Barbara Stanwyck and encyclopedia writer Gary Cooper are crossed in love in New York as she schemes to marry a mobster (Dana Andrews). Pair these for an evening full of witty banter and unexpected love triangles.

3. Hamilton

Guys, it took two extra years, but I’ve finally seen Hamilton, and it lives up to the hype. That’s it—that’s the tweet.

4. Good Reads

When I travel, I dig into my Pocket to catch up on longer reads. To and from Denver I dug into thoughts on the chaos the Internet creates in our culture and the plot holes of…Air Bud. Yes, Air Bud.

“Why the Past 10 Years of American Life Have Been Uniquely Stupid,” atlantic.com (2022) 

“Stop Firing the Innocent,” atlantic.com (2020)

“The New Puritans,” atlantic.com (2021)

“Frankly, My Dear, the Whole Thing is a Stench in My Nostrils,” ListOfNote.com (2022)

“Hundreds of Ways to Get S#!+ Done—and We Still Don’t,” wired.com (2021)

“How an Ivy League School Turned Against a Student,” NewYorker.com (2022)

“Watch John Oliver Unravel the Legal Arguments of Air Bud,” vulture.com (2022)

“Viola Davis Says Critics ‘Serve No Purpose’ but We Do – and It’s Not to Sell Tickets,” TheGuardian.com (2022)

5. The Endless Summer (1966)

Get yourself in a summer #mood with a documentary about surfing in the ‘60s! Filmmaker Bruce Brown is following two surfers searching for an endless summer, following warm weather around the globe through Africa, Asia, and the Pacific. While a few moments have aged weirdly, these surfers are approaching new waves and cultures with an open mind and heart, ready to make new friends and improve their skills on the board. Be careful or you might head out the door with no itinerary or suitcase because this doc will ignite such a strong wanderlust! Crowd: 7.5/10 // Critic: 8/10

6. Norma Rae (1979)

Grab your union pins, cardboard, and markers—we have a movie you need to get behind! This month on SO IT’S A SHOW?, Kyla and I checked out Sally Field’s first Oscar-winning role. In the Gilmore Girls episode we’re covering, Lorelai is sticking it to the man just like Norma Rae (or should we say Crystal Lee Sutton?), so we’re sticking Sally Field, a tiny North Carolina town, and a union movement to your podcast feed. Listen to the ep. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 9/10

7. Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022)

I can find a few quibbles with this sci-fi action comedy (e.g. few of those NSFW moments felt more provocative than consistent with the theme), but this genre-defying adventure is an ADHD trip through what-ifs, kung fu, hot dog fingers, googly eyes, and bagels, which is to say, I have zero idea how to explain this movie about Michelle Yeoh hopping through the multiverse. (Mild spoiler alert) “In another life I would've really like doing taxes and laundry with you,” is one of the most honest, romantic lines I've heard in a minute. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 8.5/10

8. Paul McCartney!

After listening to the Licorice Pizza soundtrack on repeat for weeks, I had to do a deep dive into the source of one of my favorite tracks on the compilation. After listening to McCartney (1970), Ram (1971, with Linda McCartney), Band on the Run (1973, with the Wings), McCartney II (1980), and Flaming Pie (1997), I have come to some unexciting conclusions:

Paul McCartney writes great love songs

Paul McCartney writes great lyrics

Paul McCartney is a great musician

Keep reading Crowd vs. Critic to stay up to date with hot takes and groundbreaking writing like this! 

Also this April…

On another episode of SO IT’S A SHOW?, Kyla and I checked out a movie and a show inspiring Paris’s work banter on Gilmore Girls: Working Girl and Just Shoot Me! Would the work-place banter in these productions really help her be a better server at Rory’s DAR event? We discuss if an average TV show is better or worse than a movie with some icky undertones and an award-winning theme song.

At ZekeFilm we watched major movies from the 1920s we missed. For me, it was the first talkie, The Jazz Singer. Read what has and hasn’t aged well from the musical, and see our team’s full selection of films (including a Best Picture winner and a John Ford classic) at ZekeFilm.org.

Photo credits: Hamilton, Good Reads, Paul McCartney. All others IMDb.com. 

[randomshyperson]

CEO!Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Resigned Position - Chapter Three

Summary: You drink too much and insult your boss in the middle of a bar during a company social gathering. But surprisingly, you wake up in her bed. Following the events of not sleeping with your boss, falling in love with her, or threatening a harassment report. Not necessarily in that order.

Warnings: (+18), sexual themes, Dom!Wanda (mostly), Brat!Reader, Unspecified age gap (Milf Wanda/Reader in her mid-20s), explicit language | Chapter Warnings: Dirty talk, masturbation, failed orgasm, and some more plot | Words: 4.146K

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Resigned Position - Chapter Three

The Director of Human Resources was Mrs. Agatha Harkness, a woman with a curious personality to say the least.

Although she managed the entire personnel management area of the company, she was not known for her sensitivity with people. This turned out to be a very striking trait in her sessions.

Agatha organized a general public session - with twenty other employees, some of whom you were sure had committed some sort of harassment crime just by the expression you received when you entered - with PowerPoint slides and graphics.

It was the biggest bummer of your entire morning. Every minute of that meeting you were thinking of new ways to strangle Wanda, and it ended up going in another direction, and you had to force yourself to pay attention to the presentation or you would have trouble hiding your arousal at the thought of Wanda on top of you again.

To add to your dissatisfaction, when the meeting was over, Harkness said she needed to talk to you.

"Miss Maximoff asked me to look at your case closely." Declared the woman somewhat distractedly, her hands busy with several folders that referred to employee files. "She told me that the occurrence was something minimal, but that you were feeling a lot of pressure over the last few days, and that perhaps a greater number of sessions were necessary."

Biting the inside of your cheek to keep from cursing Wanda out loud in front of yet another staff member, you took a deep breath and forced a smile.

"It was a one-time incent, Ms. Harkness." You commented. "A misunderstanding, plus it happened outside the office, working hours, and under the influence of alcohol."

Your justifications didn't seem to mean much to the woman in front of you, who only muttered in understanding, and turned her attention back to her folders.

You decided to keep talking. "In fact, I myself have a few comments to add that I would like taken into consideration about Miss Maximoff."

That captured Agatha's curiosity immediately, a wicked smile almost appearing on her lips. You see, Agatha wasn't exactly a bad person. She loved her job, and she was the best at it. But if there was one thing she loved, even more, it was gossip.

"Come with me to my office, please. We can just talk before you decide whether to file a complaint," she suggested as she pinned the files firmly to her arm and waved you to follow her.

With a mischievous little smile, already being able to imagine Wanda's reaction to this story, you did so.

//-//

Wanda frowned in confusion when she heard the small commotion outside her office.

And as she got up to understand what was going on, she was even more confused to find her brother greeting the employees as if he were a movie star.

Pietro hugged some people, laughed with others, and waved to those farther away before approaching his sister, who was standing with her arms crossed at the door.

"What are you doing here?" she questioned suspiciously, but Pietro only laughed, kissing her cheek in compliment.

"I came to have lunch with you of course."

"I didn't invite you to lunch."

Pietro laughed again, throwing his hair back. "Come on, Wanda, let's have lunch together. You probably haven't had a decent cup of coffee, and I bet you're starving. We can go to that place you like in the industrial district."

"I'm busy."

"My treat." Pietro insisted, and his sister sighed in defeat.

"Okay, wait for me downstairs." She spoke, and gave the man in front of her a gentle nudge on the shoulder when he winked at one of the employees at the printer. "And try not to get a harassment warning on the way."

Rolling his eyes, he walked away to leave while Wanda went back inside the office to get her cell phone.

–//–

Many minutes later, the two of them were sitting at an outside table at Bistro Arpège, probably Wanda's favorite place in the business district a few yards from the company.

Pietro was pretending well that he had no second thoughts about that lunch. He asked about the boys, about school, about the company, and even ordered a rosé wine for the two of them - which Wanda refused because she was working, and scolded him for asking since he was driving - but couldn't keep up his pretense for much longer after dessert arrived.

"Okay, I want to meet her." He declared, and Wanda chuckled

"Absolutely not."

"What? Come on!" Insisted her brother, but Wanda just looked away to the street, tranquility in her expression as she chewed a piece of strawberry pie. "Please, Wanda. I've never seen you like this."

The redhead frowned her attention on her pie. "Like what?"

"Not sure what to call it." Pietro murmured thoughtfully. "Obsessed wouldn't be the word."

"Shut up." Wanda retorted with a laugh, making Pietro smile.

"I was going to say, in love, but it wouldn't be true the part about watching because I went to your wedding." Pietro argued, stealing one of his sister's strawberries and receiving a repressive look - which he ignored - about it. "That's different from Vis, too. First, he's a guy, and a real asshole one. Two, you haven't been involved with a girl, in what? Twelve years?"

Rolling her eyes, Wanda finishes chewing before answering.

"My sex life doesn't interest you, you know."

Pietro laughs. "Oh, so you've been trying with women again." He deduces, but Wanda doesn't bother to confirm. "Monica didn't tell me about it."

"Because it's nobody's business." Wanda retorted almost uncomfortably.

"Yes, but you know dad..."

"Jesus, Pietro, don't you think I'm past the stage of giving him explanations?" Wanda interrupts impatiently.

Pietro shrugs his shoulders, laughing awkwardly. "It's not about explanations, Wanda. It's just that he tells us to be careful with our public lives, especially for someone in his position. Come on, even I have my adventures in California, but I keep it all pretty private."

With an impatient sigh, Wanda nods for the waiter to bring the bill.

"The only person who came to bother me about this story was you." She declares. "And no, I'm not dating anyone and my relationships are none of your business, so, no, you can't meet her."

Pietro sighed in defeat, and didn't bring up the subject further, realizing that if he pressed at this point he might end up on bad terms with his sister.

As soon as the waiter brought the bill and walked away with his credit card, he asked, "Am I still welcome in the Company?"

Wanda laughed with a frown. "What? Of course! It's still your name on the door, and well, you're annoying, but I love you and always want to see you. Now, goodbye, I need to get back to work."

Spoke the redhead quickly, getting up with her purse to leave the restaurant. She didn't notice the mischievous smirk from her brother, who had just indirectly received the permission he wanted to keep appearing around. Especially at a certain congress that would take place in a few days of which he overheard one of the customers at the back table talking about when Wanda went to the bathroom.

He needed to meet the girl who messed up the life of the flawless Wanda Maximoff because he had promised himself that no one else would ever hurt his twin sister like Vision did right under his eyes. Pietro felt he owed Wanda a debt and making sure she was as happy as he was now was the only way to repay it.

–//–

Wanda knew something was wrong as soon as she met your gaze - and the persistent little smile on your face - on her way back from lunch. After the manner in which you left her office that morning, she expected you to be enraged with her for at least a couple of days, or until the sessions with Agatha were over. Or worse, until you accepted Stephen's offer and left.

But when she entered the floor, one of the few people who hadn't gone out to lunch yet was you, and the satisfied expression immediately fell as suspicious to her.

Wanda would have approached you, inquiring as to why you looked so pleased, but the woman waiting for her at the door made her change her mind.

Agatha was a very competent employee, but Wanda knew very well that she had to be extra careful with someone like her. Sighing almost unnoticeably, she approached to greet the director.

You were having a hard time hiding that you were indeed watching Wanda enter the room with Agatha, and of course, Natasha shared your curiosity about how that meeting would end, but the redhead was starving.

"Please, can we go to lunch now?" She questioned impatiently, and you let out a sigh, looking at the pile of reports delayed by the meeting with Harkness and back at your friend.

"I think I'll ask some takeout, Tasha, I still have so much work..."

"No, no, no!" Nat interrupted already getting up. "We promised to take our lunch hours completely when the project was over yes? No burying yourself in work, you need to take breaks."

"But I-"

"I'll tell Wanda!" She warned making you raise an eyebrow. "Or rather, I'll tell Agatha! You're on very good terms with company politics right now." Ironized the woman making you roll your eyes.

Maria returned from the sales meeting room and already had her bag in hand to leave for lunch.

"So, shall we go?" She asked and Nat patted you on the shoulder to get up soon, and with a sigh of defeat, you did.

You didn't miss the opportunity to take one last look at the figure of Wanda sitting in the armchair, listening silently and with a locked jaw to everything Agatha was reading to her.

"[...] Miss L/N agreed not to make formal complaints as long as you also attended sessions on Leadership and People Management that would ensure proper behavior with your employees." Finished the woman, and despite the impassive expression, Wanda could tell she was very pleased with the whole thing.

Tapping her fingers on the support of her chair, Wanda took a moment to respond. "Of course, Agatha. Thank you for bringing this to my attention, and for taking care of everything. Put that on formal record, and I will be more than happy to participate in the sessions with the HR people." The redhead forced a gentle smile, rising to shake Agatha's hand and lead her out.

As soon as the door closed, she let her forehead rest against the wood for a second.

Formal complaints, leadership review sessions...

Wanda smiled to herself. You are playing with fire right now; She should have known that even though you were leaving, you weren't going without shaking her life completely again.

–//–

Maria was not surprised to hear about you and Wanda, and it certainly made her wife slightly upset.

"I just don't think it's fair how you realized before I did that my best friend wanted to sleep with her boss and didn't consider saying, I don't know, 'hey honey, I think Y/N is having homosexual feelings about our manager!'

You almost choked on your lunch, and Maria was already chuckling softly.

"Jesus, Nat, I didn't know it was happening, I just imagined it could be!" The brunette justified herself, but Nat just grumbled.

"It's almost the same thing." She retorted, crossing her arms on the table.

"Do you mind not discussing my sex life in the middle of a restaurant? Especially where half the office comes for lunch." You asked in a low tone, and they agreed with a nod, although Wanda continued as the topic.

"Y/N passed on some complaints to HR this morning." Nat reported, and that surprised Mary. "I wish I could have seen Wanda's expression, but I was hungry enough for that to be in the background."

"Any chance she'll fire you for that?" Hill questioned almost worriedly making you laugh softly.

"No, it would be seen as retaliation." You say. "Besides this, I think she's under the impression that I'm gonna quit."

Maria raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Why?"

"Because she has an offer from the Kamar Taj people." It was Natasha who replied with a proud smile. Maria's eyes widened and she let out an impressed expression, sharing her wife's pride.

"That's incredible, Y/N! When do you start there?"

Nat let out a wry laugh, which confused his wife, and you sighed before clarifying, "I'm not taking it."

"Wait, why not?"

You shrugged, setting your fork down on your plate. "I like working here. Wanda's not perfect, but she's the best I know. And a company where I work with more women than men, with all the benefits and the good salary? That's not something you find just anywhere."

"I thought Strange was going to pay you more." Nat comments distractedly and you sigh.

"He will, but it's not the same role." You comment. "Not to mention that the Kamar Taj doesn't offer the same health insurance, and I get the impression that they don't have diversity as a policy. We met their team at the last Tech Expo, don't you remember? All old, white men."

"Yes, it was a freak show." Nat retorts with a grimace that made you and Maria laugh.

"You didn't tell Wanda you're not quitting?" Hill asked and you bite back a smile.

"Of course not." You answer amused. "After the way she behaved with me? I'm going to put off that conversation as long as possible. If I can get her to beg me to stay it will be a bonus, a scene that improves my year one hundred percent."

"My god, you are terrible." Maria said between laughs.

"You'll need to be careful with Strange then." Nat warns after a moment. "You said Wanda found out through him, didn't you? If you're going to dismiss the offer, he's sure to end up telling her, maybe even at the upcoming convention."

"Damn, you're right." You grumbled getting thoughtful for a moment. "Well, maybe I can postpone my answer. He told me that the offer would be up until the end of the sales season, that is Wednesday. Maybe I can stall him...say I'd like to meet the company first or something. You know how these executives are, they love to show off. And I know Wanda would be even more nervous if she hear about me visiting the Kamar Taj..."

"A little devil I how I would call you." Nat commented getting a giggle out of you and Maria. "Your plan is great, just don't forget to invite me to your wedding."

Your face grew warm, but you gave a short laugh. "Stop it. It's just fun. After all, that's happened, she owes me one for putting up with suffering in her management for so long. And well, if she gets pissed off, the sex gets even better."

Maria laughed, but Nat made a face of disgust. "No talking about it during lunch, please."

You just laughed before going back to eating. With luck, everything would go according to plan, although it did occur to you, for a brief moment, that you weren't quite sure what you were planning, what was the point of all that game between you and Wanda. Doubts were pushed later when Nat mentioned taking you for your favorite strawberry cake at Arpège.

–//–

Minutes of work quickly turned into hours when Wanda concentrated on what she was doing.

It was natural for her. She became so wrapped up in her tasks that she forgot about the rest of the world.

Office hours had ended almost thirty minutes ago, but she still had spreadsheets to finish. And because her eyes were starting to feel heavy, she thought she'd better get some coffee.

Grabbing her cell phone to check with the babysitter that everything was okay with the kids, Wanda left the room, smiling at the selfie Rachel sent with the twins still in their soccer uniforms waving to the camera.

She raised her head when she heard the sound of someone sighing, and was surprised to find a figure with her head buried in a pile of reports, soft hair that she knew well.

Unhurriedly, she approached your desk, leaning her elbow on the partition and looking at your back for a second. Sleeves pulled up to elbow height, hair caught in a bun, exposing the skin of your neck, making Wanda remember what it felt like to bite and hear you moaning-

"Why are you still here?" The words made you jump out of your seat in fright, and then relax as you noticed it was just Wanda, and go back to typing.

"I had some pending matters that I don't want to delay me tomorrow."

"I thought you weren't going to work late anymore." She retorted studying you, but you only let out a short laugh.

"And what choice do I have?"

"If I put an extra appointment on your calendar, I would understand a delay in turning in reports. I wouldn't charge you for it." Wanda insists, but you look at her with a mischievous smile.

"You'd love it if I asked for an extra deadline wouldn't you?" You inquire in a challenging tone, causing Wanda to lick her lips. " Crawling into your office, begging for a favor."

Locking her jaw, Wanda clears her throat to push away the other ways she might like to imagine you begging. "It was just a suggestion."

You didn't lose your posture, swiveling your chair toward her and crossing your arms. "It must be frustrating for you, right, Wanda? Wanting me to submit so badly and seeing me succeed at even the most impossible tasks you demand of me."

Wanda choked softly, her eyes going down to her mouth for a moment. "I never wanted you to fail at anything, Y/N. And I don't mind if you need to ask me for help... But about submitting, that's inappropriate." Even she was not believing that she had managed to put this new barrier between you.

Your confident look faltered. But then you realized that Wanda was clenching her fists, of course, you did, and you smiled again.

"I think we're past what is considered inappropriate, Miss Maximoff." You defiance and Wanda muttered to herself, feeling hot and bothered. She wanted to lean down, kiss you so hard just to wipe that winning expression off your face, and maybe sink her fingers inside you, the only sensation she hadn't experienced yet.

But the office was not empty. And she was on thin ice. You were leaving - after threatening formal complaints if she didn't behave like a decent supervisor - and she still had at least two years of very well-buried feelings that Wanda didn't want out.

With a sigh, she adjusted her posture, adopting her impassive expression again. "Go home, Y/N. If you want to work on those damn reports so badly, do it from your bathtub or something."

You bit back a smile, and when Wanda made mention of leaving, you held her forearm gently, the touch almost making her give it all up, and sending a wave of gentle warmth to your center.

"All right, Miss Maximoff, I'm leaving." You began gently, your fingers tracing their way down Wanda's arm to play with the rings on her fingers. "I'll take the work to my tub, try to have a little fun while I do it... How many fingers do you think I should use?" You ask lowly, and Wanda chokes, watching you take off the first ring. "One? Maybe two..." The second ring comes off, and Wanda has to rest her other hand on the table, her heart racing in her ears. At the third ring, you bite back a smile, staring into her eyes, the pupils as dilated as hers. "I'll be so tight with three."

An affected grunt escaped Wanda, and she pulled her hand away, feeling her face heat up as she met your expression of pure victory, your eyes glittering with mischief as you fit the rings you stole from her onto your own fingers.

A janitor came whistling onto the floor, and Wanda took a step away, trying to clear her thoughts as you rolled your eyes and began to gather your things.

Just as you were ready to get up, Wanda leaned down, took your face by the cheeks, and kissed you so hard that you were thankful you were sitting down.

A moan escaped your lips, but she pulled away just as quickly, a devilish look on her face as she wiped the smeared lipstick off with the tip of her thumb.

"I want to see if you'll be able to cum without my permission." She challenged, and without diverting your eyes from her, you held her wrist to keep her hand on your cheek.

"I'll tell you how many times I did, tomorrow." You promised, moving your face to kiss the tip of her thumb that was wiping off the lipstick, and then walking away at once, leaving a rather frustrated Wanda behind.

–//–

Wanda was not used to this feeling.

To want someone so much that she would risk her whole life for it. Because, except for the boys, her career was her life. And at that moment, she was just thankful that you had turned your back, because otherwise, she would have fucked you at that table, in front of anyone else who took a chance in the after-hours. Screw the consequences.

But that didn't happen. She went back into her own office and had to pretend that she could ignore the growing aching in her center to work.

She did decent reports for forty minutes. Then she figured that if she tried an aspirin, she could forget about the last encounter and go home before seven. Opening the drawer without taking her eyes off the numbered sets, she groped the surface in search of the pills and gasped when she felt the thin fabric against her fingertips.

Fuck me.

Swallowing dryly, she looked down at the set of your clothes that she had left in storage. It was just a way to annoy you by not letting you take it back, maybe she could be selfish enough to have some of you when you left.

But now the little tease had backfired on her - like everything these days apparently - when she felt a warm twinge in her center, the longing to feel your body against hers.

Wanda found her mind wandering. Would you be home by now? Would you keep your word? Take the reports to the bathtub, and if you got too bored, run your hand down your body and bury your fingers right where she wanted to. Would you do this wearing her rings?

Groaning softly, Wanda got up to lock the door, and lower the curtains.

Another thing she didn't have much time to deal with was solo pleasure.

With work and children at home, it was almost an impossible task. If she wanted to, or worse, if it got to the point where she was pining for it, she always did it with a companion. One-night stands, nothing more than that, never someone to stay with, to get involved with.

She sat back in the armchair, one hand resting on her thigh while the other pulled your panties out of the drawer.

If she closed her eyes, she could still feel you. Clenching around her tongue. A sigh escaped her lips, and Wanda let her hand venture inside her skirt, teasing herself over the fabric of her underwear.

She murmured in satisfaction at finding herself so wet, and all she needed was to think of you for half a second. Even though she washed, she risked bringing the item up to her face height, inhaling deeply for any remnants beyond the faint scent of fabric softener she could get of you.

It was no longer there. Fuck automatic washing machines.

She returned the fabric to the drawer with a frustrated grumble, the circular motions around her clit was not enough.

She needed you.

To feel your body in hers, on top, underneath, wherever you wanted. Your taste, your smell, your sounds.

Fuck this. Wanda smiled to herself, removing her fingers from inside her wet, aching pussy. She teased you about being able to finish without her, but that backfired on her, too.

Not being able to cum without someone else. How pathetic. And that was exactly where she found herself at.

With a loud sigh, she decided to get back to work, frustrated or not, she had a company to manage.

--//--

A/N: I hope you guys liked this one as well, I've been thinking about how long this fic will be and I'm considering about 12 chapters but who knows. Let me know what you think!

[bruhbrosworld]

When You Do PDA

Agatha Harkness x gn! reader

-BOLD

-scratch that

-bold and TASTEFUL

-this is undeniably her wheelhouse

-she knows how to tide a room over in her favor, and more importantly, get what she wants

-which comes as no surprise to anyone

-it's no different when it comes to you

-she isn't the type to absolutely go ham on you in the middle of broad daylight, like in an innocent coffee shop or grocery store

-no, she picks and chooses when she pounces very methodically

-it'll be in shadows, at a bar, under the shade, far enough from others without worry of interruption but close enough she can make an example

-she's definitely on the nose from the get go

-jokingly pinching on your too tight jeans, winking when she looks you up and down, telling you that dress or shirt just accentuates your "lovely figure"

-it's honestly a little reminiscent of when a soccer mom fawns over a hot gym rat

-you can't complain, at least the woman knows what she wants

- immediately an onslaught of nicknames

-doll, baby, cherry, love, dearest, sweetness

-dear god, she's so intoxicating

-perhaps even...bewitching?

-a TEASE

-she likes to clock you on everything that makes you respond, and then doubles the tension of it tenfold

-if you like to doll up, or wear lots of perfume, she's the type to lean a little too close to be friendly and compliment you on the fragrance

-she'll purposefully lean over you to grab something, and then when she pulls back, she grins up at your expression

-if you're in a car with her, she'll fuss over your seatbelt and strap it tightly against your chest

-if you're into makeup, she literally insists to fix yours every time she's around, and we all know what that's like

-oh, when she puts on your lipstick, you can swear your body pulses

-her eyes stayed glued to your lips, but she knows you're watching her the entire time, so when she finally pulls away, she'll quirk her eyebrows up at you with a silent but playful question

-she's got that dom quality, it's something about her

-mommy? sorry. mommy?

-she likes to toss you around a bit, mess you up in little ways

-tussle your hair, unbutton a few buttons on your shirt, leave you looking a little more skewed than when she found you

-she's in control at every given second, bossy, perhaps a little overbearing

-it's her way or the highway, and she gives you little leeway to object

-but, funnily enough, she likes when you object

-in fact, the you get the flirtiest version of agatha when you defy her

-it entices her

-it makes her mean

-that's when she pinches your thighs a little too hard, gets heated with her words a little too fast, draws lines with her nails in your arm

-it's a lot like a game of cat and mouse

-she knows how to make you do what she wants, but she also knows how to make it fun

-round and round in circles you go, joking, laughing, threatening, and when she's finally ready to put an end to it, she makes you go slack-jawed with her mere presence

-and finally, when you lean in, let go, acquiesce

-she makes you pay for everything

-she doesn't care who or what watches, she only wants to gaze at you coming undone because of her

-is a BITER

-she loves to leave teeth marks when she pulls away, kissing or no, it's a little more to her taste instead of hickies

-nibbles on your neck, your collarbone, ear, anywhere that's available to her mouth

-tbh, it becomes more than a spectacle when you're with her

-lewd, salacious, calculated despite all of that is exactly what agatha is here for at all given times

-she likes the dirty looks and bewildered expressions when you're breathing heavy against her lips

-it fuels something inside of her, something a little dark, something she abstains from in the daylight to try and maintain some semblance of her façade

-when you're against her like that, in front of all eyes to see, unashamed and at the complete whim of her power, she's agatha

-she isn't agnes, she isn't a gimmick or the friendly but nosy next door neighbor

-she's dark, arrogant, and controlling

-and you're hers, hers and completely hers

-but the difference is that you like being hers, that's what's special

-she could have anything she wanted, could overpower you in minutes if she really just wanted some friction

-but instead, for a miniscule moment, you take the reins of your body and kiss them before you hand them over to her

-you thrust yourself at her as willingly as she takes you

-you can't lie, you do look like a couple of animals in public when it happens

-but you love it, she loves it, and you devour each other with no inhibitions to be seen

-before you, she would never call herself an exhibitionist, but things change

[marvelwoman-sugarbaby]

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Things I Will Do

People I will write romantically

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Pepper Potts

Peggy Carter

Sharon Carter

Valkyrie

Carol Danvers

Hope van Dyne

Agatha Harkness

Jane Foster

Maria Hill

Hela Odinsdottir

Layla El-Faouly

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova

People I will only write as platonic (meaning I will not be writing these characters in any romantic way.)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Scott Lang

Sam Wilson

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Thor

Clint Barton

Vision

Regarding Kinks I’ll Do

Daddy

Mommy

Rope

Dom/Sub

Legal age gap

Praise

Degrading

Dub-con

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Milf

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CEO

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Step-Mom

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Fem!Reader

Thing I’ll Do For Dark!Fics Only

Non-con

Manipulation

Gore

Whips

Kidnapping

Knife Kink

I will for the most part write fluff and if you ask I will write smut.

Things I Might Do

People who will be platonic. But, I’ll consider romantic

Nebula

Loki

Pietro Maximoff

Angst. The only time I will be doing angst is if there is a request for one AND I feel like making myself and other people feel like shit. When I do post an angst I will also post a fluff the same day so it can make up for the people who can’t handle it. When it’s an angst it will be put in the genre section, there will also be a tw so you know what to expect.

Things I Won’t Do Under Any Circumstances

People

Thanos

Ego

Literally any child of Thanos (that doesn’t enclude Gamora and Nebula)

Kinks

Blood (only for smut)

Piss

Anything like that

Any other circumstances not allowed

Pedophilia

Incest

I also will not be doing any male reader

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