#subby!wanda

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

My Favorite Pet

BDSM Preformer!Fem!Reader! X subby! Wanda

Summary: You've hit your limit when you can't find a partner to click with at work until a new plaything comes along.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI!, obviously BDSM themes at play, collar leash play, exhibitionism and voyeurism, pet play, pet names (R is referred by W as Mommy, W is referred by R as pet and plaything along with amor) degradation, praise, R uses strap on W, rope play, vibrator use, edge play, aftercare

Word count: 4.5K

A/N: I loved writing this, and I still have more I want to do with this, so if you like it, there could be a part 2 in the future

Having all eyes on you was something you normally dreaded. You hated knowing that people were looking or staring at you. Normally you’d want to be invisible, but not now; not on stage. Fuck did it feel good to have people watching you get degraded or degrade someone else. To toy and tease, bending to your pleasure. 

You stood above him, cold as you played through your scene; distant. As soon as it ended, you were gone, far away from him and everyone else. Of course, though, he yells after you are trying to get you to stop. You hate it when anyone yells at you, but more specifically, men. 

“What the hell is wrong with you, Y/N!?” He asked as you stopped. Everyone around had their eyes on you, and you shook in place. “Well? What the hell was that? There was nothing behind that! No feeling. No emotion! How are we supposed to give them a good show when it’s all fake?” 

You kept walking, ignoring him and his words. It didn’t matter to you anymore. They’re all the same, and none of them are satisfying to you. 

“Fuck this I’m done. Find yourself a new stage partner!” you started running until you went out the back door, out of breath as you fall down. 

How are you supposed to keep this job when you can’t work with anyone here? You can’t do anything else. This is all you're good at. You are not going to go back to being a teacher again. You loved that, but this was on a whole other level of making you happy and paying the bills that’s for sure.

“Y/N/N?” You hear the familiar voice of your best friend, Kate, call out to you. You look up at her, and she realizes the tears in your eyes. “Oh Y/N, what happened?” She sits down next to you, the warm summer night air feeling good on your skin.

“I can’t work with any of them. There’s no feeling behind it and none of them want to work with me if I can’t do that, but I haven’t been able to do that since…” you shake your head trying not to think of bad thoughts, back to your last partner, well your last partner before Kate. You feel her arms wrap around you, pulling you close. 

“Listen to me. She’s nothing. Got it? She’s a shit person, and she doesn’t control you.” You nod slowly, choosing to think of the better times with Kate. You sniffled a bit, and Kate held you tighter. You and Kate had dated for a bit, but you two realized you were better as friends.

“You’ll be okay, let’s go home.” She got up, pulling you up with her. 

You hadn’t been to the club in a week even though the manager keeps calling you to ask if you want to do a performance. You can’t though…nobody wants you as their partner. You can’t put emotions into something that you have no emotion towards. 

You're lying on Kate’s couch with a blanket pulled up to your chin and scrolling on your social media. You've been staying here instead of your house because you didn’t want to be alone. Kate’s wife, Yelena, is pretty amazing, too. The three of you get along really well. She’s at the end of the couch with your feet on her lap as she watches something on TV. Your phone buzzes again, and it’s your manager, Natasha, who is Yelena’s older sister; you sigh and get Yelena’s attention before answering it. 

“Yes Tasha?” you asked, sounding exhausted even to yourself. You shifted onto your back and looked at Lena, who raised an eyebrow. Mouthing ‘Sestra?’ Which you nod to her.

“Can you come tonight? I need you to help out with a new girl. She’s going to be starting tonight. She’s a year younger than you and I think it’d be good for both of you.” You sigh again, not really wanting to go out tonight, especially not there where you have to dress up and put on a show. 

“Domme or sub?” you ask, noticing Yelena’s smirking.

“Sub it seems.” Submissive boys are fun to play with, but girls are always a lot more fun to play with.

“Alright…what time?” you could hear her perk up.

“The usual time. Five to close.” You sigh again. After not being there for a week, you were not looking forward to a nine hour shift.

“I’ll be there, no promises on how good I’ll be.” You let her know and hung up. You closed your eyes, and Lena spoke,

“We going to the club tonight?” Lena wiggled her eyebrows at you. As if doesn’t visit her sister every night or work on the back end of the business with Kate.

“Yeah there’s a new girl they want me to show her the ropes, literally.” you both laugh at the pun as Kate comes in the front door.

“What’s so funny?” She asks setting her keys down in the bowl they keep by the entry way.

“Y/N’s gotta show a new girl the ropes.” Kate’s expression falls.

“You two are idiots.”

“We’re your idiots though~” you say and get up with a smile. “This could end up being a fun evening.” 

You had Kate and Yelena take you back home so you could go choose an outfit. It was simple enough, just a red silk button-up with a black tie and a black button-up vest and some black dress pants as well as a pair of black loafers. You checked yourself over in the mirror and slicked your Y/H/C hair back. 

Your phone vibrates multiple times in a row, and you know it’s Kate. You smile and roll your eyes as you grab your phone. Five new text messages from her. 

“You’re still going right?”

“Don’t make me drag you there!”

“Hey!”

“Answer me!”

“Where are you??”

You type out a message to her, “Yes, I’m going. I’ll be there in five.” You barely get to set your phone down before another reply comes in from her,

“See you there ily <3” You smile at your phone and reply to it before sliding it into your pocket along with my other belongings.

≈≈≈

The club was always so quiet before hours as the three of you made your way inside past Bucky the bouncer who always loved to see you. Familiar faces on you, some happy and others not so much as you made my way to Tasha letting her know to send the new girl to your room and then headed there. Kate and Yelena stayed behind, grabbing a drink from the bartender, Scott.

You were putting the finishing touches on your make-up when there was a knock at your door. “Come in.” you called, when the door opened you looked through your mirror to see probably the most beautiful woman you had ever met, auburn hair, piercing emerald green eyes that you could see from across the room, she wore a short black dress with a red leather crop jacket, she wore knee high ripped stockings, and ankle cuff boots, the make-up around her green eyes was dark and smoky in a way that reminded me of high school.

“Hi you’re Y/N, right?” She asked and fuck she has an accent which is your biggest weakness. You love accents of all kinds and most of them turn you on. 

“Yes that is me. I unfortunately wasn’t told your name, just that you’re new and would be my new partner.” She smiled at you.

“Wanda. Wanda Maximoff.” She told me.

“Wanda...” You tested the name on your lips. “Beautiful.” You smiled and noticed her blush. “Come here.” You beckoned, and she finally stepped in, sauntering over to you. “Spin around.” She does as told, spinning slowly as I looked her over, drinking up every inch of her. “Stop.” you commanded as she faced you again. “Kneel.” She got down without a word of protest, “Such a good girl.” You smirk. “Now tell me, is there anything I should know about you, Wanda?” you ask and she pulls out the forms that everyone has to fill out of their kinks, hard limits, soft limits, and some personal questions mainly about health issues that your play partner should be aware of, allergies, and if you have any STDs. The last question is about safe sex which Wanda takes birth control much like myself. Not that you ever actually do it with the guys.

As far as tastes go, Wanda and you are pretty much on the same page with your likes and dislikes, which makes you smile. “I can work with this.” You tilt her chin up using your fingers. She had been looking at the floor this whole time, “Now for my own personal questions for you, Wanda. Which name do you like better, pet, puppy, kitten, baby, or something else entirely?” You ask her.

“Pet is always a good one for me. I tend to have Doms that tell me what I am, why does it matter which I like best?” She tilts her head to the side so innocently. 

“I want to get the best reaction out of you. The whole performance is you. All eyes on your reactions, and they need to be genuine. No form of play is good if you don’t follow one simple rule.” You tell her, and she tilts her head the opposite way. You lean down slightly, so you're eye level with her. “I may be the Domme, but you are in control of the whole scene. You’re the one who holds control over all of it.” You tell her, and she looks so confused. 

“What are you talking about? I’m not in control at all. You control me. You tie me up, you degrade me, you turn me into a dumb slut because you’ve fucked me until I can’t even think how am I in control?” you bite your lip at the idea of everything she just said to you, soaking it in and remembering it for your performance. 

“Safe word.” You start, “You hold all of the control because you hold the safe word. The thing that will end everything. Make me stop dead in my tracks and make sure you’re okay. Make sure you are safe.” You're looking into the deep emerald eyes, and she’s staring back into my own Y/E/C ones. “You really never had a good Dom who took care of you, did you?” You tilt your head.

“They took care of me in the way that mattered.” She tried defending, but I knew she didn't have a leg to stand on in this aspect.

“Aftercare.” You state simply, and she looks at you with her face contorting in confusion.

“What?”

“Have you ever had aftercare?”

“I...what is that?” Your heart sinks at her response.

“How many Dom/sub relationships have you been in?” 

“Seven.” She swallows hard. Seven BDSM relationships and not one of them took care of this girl?

“Aftercare is what you do when the scene ends. This is where the Dom makes sure that you come back from subspace in a safe way and not crashing back; it can have bad effects on your mental and physical health. I always have my subs tell me what they like best, for me personally when I’m the sub I tend to ask for cuddles and I can just scroll on my phone watching tiktok and YouTube shorts that I can share with my partner. I’ve had subs that ask for cuddles and words of affirmation, I’ve had baths after a scene is done, surprisingly I even had one that just wanted to always go for a walk in the park after.” ypu shrug, “Everyone is different. What is something you think you’d like to do?” You ask, and she thinks for a moment.

“I really enjoy cooking, and I’m always hungry after sex. I’ve always just cooked by myself, making a meal for my Dom.” She confesses.

“Well then, after we finish our performance, you and I can go back to my place, it’s only a few blocks away, and we can cook dinner. Does that sound good?” She blushes and nods. You cup her cheeks, brushing the pads of your thumbs across her cheeks, loving the feeling of her smooth skin beneath your tips. “I’m going to take care of you, Wanda. We have a long night ahead of us. While others perform until it’s our turn, luckily they saved us for last, we’ll be going around the club and introducing you to our clientele. I’ll introduce you as my pet or plaything. You have no name to them, at least as a sub. Well, even as a Domme, I shouldn’t have a name, but they all know me out there, so they call me by my name.” You let her know, and she’s listening intently. 

“Yes...uh...”

“Miss, Mistress, Master, Sir, Mommy. Whichever you prefer. I love all of them.”

“Yes...Mommy.” you smiled at her, running your fingers through her hair. 

“My good baby.” I haven’t felt like this since her. It's been so long since you thought you'd never feel like this with a partner again. “How about we get you all dressed up,  pretty girl. As much as I love this outfit you’ve chosen. I’d like you in something a little different.” You smirk, and she nods happily, ready and willing to follow. 

You get her dressed in a red lace lingerie set with black accents and roses over it, along with garter belts and a pair of black thigh highs. You get her all fixed up and dolled up. “There’s a pretty girl.” You put your thumb and middle finger on either side of her chin. “I can’t wait to have you screaming later.” You tease as you grab a little lacey red and black collar for her to match that you put on her, a little tag hanging from it that says ‘Property of  Y/N/N’ 

“Y/N/N?” Wanda questions.

“My nickname. It feels more personal than one that has my Domme title. Besides, I have like six that I rotate through. My nickname is always permanent.” You explain, and her biting her lip and blushing doesn’t go unnoticed by you. 

≈≈≈

“Y/N, Miss. Romanoff wants you on stage for a solo.” MJ, Natasha’s ‘assistant’ tells me, you internally and externally groan, rolling your neck. You're about to throw a tantrum when Tasha rounds the corner, giving you her signature look.

“Yeah, no. I’m having none of your attitude after ghosting us for a week. You’ll go up there, and you WILL have a good time. You’ll show your pet just how much fun solos can be. Do I make myself clear? Unless you want a punishment tonight?” Tasha asks, and it just makes you want to groan more. She grabs your face tightly, nails digging in, making you hiss. You aren't in the head space for that as you pull away. 

“Okay Tasha I get it. I’m not in a sub state of mind, so can you lay off.” You bite at her. Tasha was your oldest friend. Older than Kate and who you met in high school. Tasha and you go back to diapers, which is why she puts up with your bullshit at times and other times knowing when you need to be put in your place. Tasha and you have fucked around, you have for years, it was always a good time when you needed to not think for six or more hours.

“Then act like it. I set up your Playlist.” 

“Okay fine. Let’s go, pet.” You tug on the leash that is attached to the collar around her neck. When you get in front of the stage, you turn to Wanda. “Sit.” She sits front and center on the floor. “Good girl. Watch me.” 

“Who’s ready for some good entertainment!?” You call out, you're back to the crowd as they roar back as ‘Hey Look Ma, I Made it’ starts playing, and you're taking over the stage. Suddenly, you're a whole other person. Captivating everyone, locking eyes, you dance and sing around. Next plays ‘Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off’ and you smirk, looking at Wanda as you crawl over to her. So long as you don’t pull her up on the stage it’s still a solo performance. Tasha doesn’t have rules about involving audience members so long as they don’t come on the stage.

You fuck with her almost the whole song as you move around, touching yourself, moaning out as the crowd roars, money finding it’s way to the stage as you practically get yourself off in front of them. As the song crescendos, you feel an orgasm rack through your body as you lock eyes with Wanda, watching her squirm, thighs so tightly pressed against each other, and you smirk at her as your performance ends. Collecting your earnings and bowing as you get off the stage, grabbing Wanda’s leash and pulling her. 

“Let’s go. Now.” You pull her back to your dressing room, locking the door behind you. “Strip. Now.” She seems taken aback by it as you start taking off the little clothes you had left after your performance. She starts doing the same, and once you're both undressed, you push her back onto the bed in your dressing room. Moving yourself between her thighs, which are covered in her juices, you can smell her, and you feel hazy from how good she smells. Without asking you dive right in, letting your tongue swipe over her folds as she moans out, you moan out at how good she tastes, so fucking sweet,

“Ah! M-Mommy!” You flick both your tongue and your eyes up at her. Watching as her face twists in pleasure, expertly working your tongue over her and sucking on her clit. “Please...”

“Please what?” 

“Please fuck me.” you smirk at her words.

“Oh you can do better than that pet. Go on, beg for it.”

“Please Mommy fuck me with your fingers! Please fill me up with your fingers and make me cum until I can’t think!” you do as asked and push two fingers inside making her moan out as she grabs your hair, rutting against your face as you lay your tongue out flat for her to ride against as you pump your fingers in her. “F-Faster..Harder...” She’s whimpering and so you add a third finger making it a little harder to move as her walls clench around your slender digits. 

“Oh good girl, so tight for Mommy. Are you going to cum from Mommy’s fingers?” 

“Yes Mommy!”

“Did you enjoy my performance pet?”

“Yes Mommy!”

“Did you want to touch yourself when you saw me like that?” 

“Yes Mommy! I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to crawl on stage and eat you and please you and...ah...Mommy.” Her words sent fire to your core. 

“Cum.” you tell her and moments later she’s unraveling in front of you. A moaning, whimpering, mewling mess. “Good girl...so good for Mommy.” you lick up what you can off your face, moaning once more at the taste as you move up, brushing your thumb across her bottom lip, “Open.” She opens her mouth allowing your fingers inside as she looks you in the eye, cleaning them. “Mmmm fuck...” you felt that familiar feeling in your chest as your eyes bore into each other, the feelings she was sending through you. You knew what this was and you don’t think you've ever fallen faster.

“More?” you laugh a bit at her request.

“Oh you’ll get plenty during our performance, pretty girl. Don’t worry Mommy’s going to take good care of you.”

≈≈≈

When Wanda stood, she was taller than you, which meant on stage she'd be kept on her knees. You made sure she had on knee pads since we'd be performing for over an hour. 

“Hello out there to all you lovely people! Welcome to the last performance of the night here at The Red Room!” Of course, there were some people making disheartening noises. “Don't you worry my pet and I will make sure that this is a performance you can go home later and think about while you fuck yourselves!” you call out as you get things ready. “Now my pet is new. It is her first performance tonight. Shall I go easy on her?” A roar of no's came from the crowd. “Well I'm glad it's not up to you. I'm going to give her everything she wants and needs. When I'm done with her she's going to be a dumb slut with no thoughts.” you make a clicking noise with your mouth, signaling Wanda to come out, crawling as she makes her way to me. Before your performance you told her to keep her eyes on you unless you told her otherwise. Mostly to help with her nerves. When she got to your legs she nuzzled into them. Yoi ran your fingers through her hair. 

“I'd like everyone to meet my new pet to those who didn't get the opportunity earlier. She's a sweet little plaything, and I'm going to break her so good before your eyes tonight.” You look down at Wanda and smile as you grip her hair, pulling as she mewls. You loved hearing her sounds. She looked up at you, eyes already blown with lust just from the eyes on her. 

You get her up on the bed we have up on the stage. It has this amazing bathroom blanket for any messes that are made, which is amazing. 

“Strip.” She does as told, taking off her lingerie set you put her in, leaving her in only your collar, you smiled down at her. “Tão bonita.(So beautiful)” You speak in Portuguese, which throws her off momentarily, not knowing what you've said to her. 

You grab the ropes and start tying her up expertly. Doing your signature pentagram harness, whispering as you tighten the ropes down her arms, “Are you comfortable?” 

“Yes Mommy.” You smile and kiss her neck, nibbling and making sure you mark her up. She's yours. No one else is taking her from you.

You have her kneeling for you, back arched perfectly as the vibrator sits against her clit and you pound into her with your 8 inch strap. “Who are you?” you ask, grabbing her hair, pulling her against your chest. 

“Mommy’s dumb little cock slut!” She cries out. You’ve been edging her for just about an hour. Every time she's come close you stop everything and whisper sweet nothings in her ears. All the makeup she's put on is ruined and staining her cheeks from the tears in her eyes. “You look so cute when you cry, amor.” 

“M-Mommy please…can't take n’more. Cum Mommy?” She was begging and mewling as you left marks over her back. You push all 8 inches back inside, bottoming out as you push her face down into the mattress. 

“My fucking slut wants to cum?” you ask.

“Yes! Yes, Mommy! Please! Please, Mommy! Wan’cum on Mommy's cock!”

“Go on slut. Cum all over my cock.” Wanda cums on your command, shaking intensely as she squeezes so tight it's hard to move, but the friction is enough to get you off. “F-fuck!” you moan out as you bottom out inside her and rutt against her as she collapses beneath you. Completely engulfed in subspace as I slowly pull out of her. 

“Thank you, everyone. I hope you enjoyed my pet's first performance and any further tips are always appreciated.” You say with a bow as various customers and clients leave us tips on the stage. You leave Steve, who cleans up the stage between performances to clean it up as you untie Wanda, the rope marks deep in her skin, more marks from me. You toss aside the strap after the curtain has closed and pick Wanda up. She's taller than you, but you're strong enough to do this much as you take her back to your dressing room. Laying her down on your bed as you grab comfy clothes of sweatpants and a baggy shirt for her. Throwing leggings and a sweatshirt on yourself, not bothering with anything else for us besides shoes. “Let's go to my house, amor. Can you walk?” You ask, and she nods, but almost falls when she tries to stand on her own. “I've got you. Come on, let's go get you that aftercare.” You have your arm around her waist as you walk out.

You set Wanda up on your countertop as she figured out a recipe to make and you counted out your tips dividing it in half.

“Here you go, amor. Your half.” You hand it to her, 

“How much is it?” She asks, eyes coming off the screen as she looks at the wad I'm handing her.

“$750. Don't expect it every time. Our performance was new, and people were excited. I've had nights where I only make $50. Either way, though, just remember that there's always tomorrow.” You tell her.

“Y/N?” 

“hmm?” 

“How long have you done this for?” She asks, and you notice how she is now coming back fully as she looks around your penthouse. 

“10 years.” 

“How old are you?”

“28. I've been doing this since I was 18. Natasha and I go way back to being in diapers. Our parents were friends growing up. Tasha is a few years older than me and established the club while I finished up high school. Once I turned 18, she let me join the club.” Wanda nodded, listening.

“How many-”

“Too many. I'd rather not think about that, okay, amor?” You had cut her off. You didn't want to think about past partners. All you wanted was her at this moment. 

You move between her legs, kissing gently over the marks you've left on her neck. “I only want to think about you right now.” You admit against her neck, and you feel her relax.

“I'm okay with that.” You smiled against her neck. 

“How about we make some pasta? I've got a carb craving right now.” you ask, looking up at her. Though I'd be dominant all night, looking up at her from between her legs just felt right. 

“Sounds good to me.” She cupped your cheeks and leaned down, pulling you up so your lips met, and you melted a bit. She was perfect.

The two of you were curled up on your couch watching sitcoms. You had found out they were Wanda's favorites. You were lying down. You were laying on her mainly because she pulled you in this way. “Shhh I wanna hold you.” Had been her response, and you didn't argue with her. Laying here with your head on her chest, hearing her heartbeat as she gently scratched my scalp eventually lulled you to sleep.

[sweet--escape17]

"Just the thought of you wearing this dress makes me crazy Wands.. You need to keep quiet if you don't want the team to know how big of a slut you are. Yeah? Let me play with you for a bit, now I'm going to turn you around and you're going to take it."

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

having corrupting nun wanda thoughts!!! making her pray for forgiveness of her sins right after she begged for her release:(( i love her:((

nun wanda nun wanda nun wanda thank you for introducing this to me lil anon

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she's on her knees in front of you, her green eyes peering up through her lashes as she places her hands together in a praying motion. she starts speaking, reciting scripture as you nod your approval.

you're seated, your leg between her thighs as she kneels, brushing lightly against her soaking pussy as she rolls her hips against you.

"keep praying, wanda." your voice is low, melodic as it wraps around wanda's ears like a familiar embrace. "pray to your god."

she stutters at the sarcastic tone, watching your eyes dilate as you spread your legs. your pose is dominant, and she can't help but beg as her orgasm rises.

"please, let me come. i'm so close. i just need a little bit more." her whines sound angelic, and you grab the cross around her neck, pulling her closer to you.

leaning in, your lips brush hers as you whisper, "my, my wanda. what would your god say if he heard you now?" you smile darkly as she whimpers, prayers falling from her lips as she moves her hips faster.

in a moment of boldness, wanda replies, "god isn't in this room with me, but you are."

you growl, your hand tangling in her hair as you tilt her head upwards. "naughty girl, wanda. you'd better pray for forgiveness after saying that. god won't be happy with you."

green eyes stare at you as Wanda starts speaking faster. you feel her hips stutter and jerk against your leg as she works herself up, her orgasm approaching rapidly.

you sense her desperation, gripping her cross tightly in your palm until its imprinted harshly into your skin. you pull her closer, your lips against hers as she closes her eyes and keeps reciting, speaking rapidly.

"who is your god, wanda?" your voice sounds like heaven, and she thinks she finally understands what it truly means to worship.

green eyes open, utter devotion in them as her prayers halt, all focus on you as you stare at her with the answers to the universe behind your blown pupils.

"you are."

[themidnightcrimson]

good morning ࿏ wm

summary: in which you decide to get what you want first thing in the morning.

words: 3.9k

warnings: top!wanda, power bottom!reader, dubcon/noncon, breeding kink, cumstrap (r receiving), somno (r giving), blowjob on cumstrap (r giving), enhanced strap, brief choking, just imagining slutting top!wanda out like this woeidbsibfwioe its the power bottom in me

this fic is for 18+ only. minors dni. read with discretion.

masterlist.

The room was cool and the bed warm by the time you woke up. Legs shifting smoothly under the crisp sheets, you could hear the faint chirp of a lone bird outside the window along with what sounded like a gentle spring morning rain shower.

Plat plat plat plat the rain softly tapped against the window and quietly onto the roof above you. It was a sleepy rain, an early morning rain whose clouds blocked the sun from glaring through your window. It made waking a little easier, a little more soft.

The other thing that made waking a peaceful experience was the warm body you were tangled up with. The soft, curled ends of light brown hair tickled your bare shoulder, and it was the first thing you saw in the dim room as you opened your eyes. Your head rose and fell slowly with Wanda’s steady breath. It was resting on her bare chest, the skin there hot against your ear. She always slept so hot.

Your legs were tangled with hers, your arm thrown across her torso. As you blinked your eyes awake, you tilted your head upwards to get an angle of her from below. The stretch of her jawbone, the mountain of her cheekbones just beyond it. Heavy eyelashes fluttered closed, deep pink lips pursed in her sleep. The crinkle between her eyebrows that was always there when she slept. She was starting to get a permanent wrinkle from it, and while she was embarrassed of it, you told her it was just the imprint of all the dreams she’d ever had right there in one wrinkle between her brows so she would never forget them. Wanda was always a deep dreamer, for better or worse.

The puffy comforter you shared rested right below her breasts, likely pushed down during her overheated sleep. Her hair was splayed over her chest, barely covering the peaks of her soft pink nipples. Her skin looked pale and soft under the dim gloomy morning light. You let your hand glide over the soft expanse of her tummy, fingers pressing into her flesh as you shift, waking up a little more. Letting out a silent yawn, you casually let your hand stroll further down beneath the blanket, being thrown off guard a little when your hand touches cool silicone between her legs.

It was Wanda’s new creation still left strapped around her hips via harness from last night’s endeavors. It took a lot of research and magical effort for Wanda to create her enchanted strap that functions like a biological part of her body. Using her magic, she enchanted the strap so that she can feel through it and cum through it. Let’s just say the first few tries once she perfected it could be described as very quick, hot, and wet on her end. It was the most mind-blowing feeling she had ever felt, being able to feel you inside. Even now, a few weeks later, she still warns you how sensitive it still is, which you could tell from the beginning because of how fast she came with you.

Wanda’s magic was very powerful—spontaneous creation. For that reason, she insisted on wearing a condom the first several times using the enchanted strap out of fear of accidental pregnancy, though you knew she secretly had a breeding kink. Finally, she stopped using condoms, but she still pulled out of you every time. It was hot, seeing her get so close to just doing it, to just letting go and planting her cum deep inside you. You could see it on her face every time. But every time, milliseconds before release, she pulls out and chooses to spill all over your tummy or back instead. Of course, that was also hot in its own right. But you desperately wanted her to cum inside. You weren’t sure if it was the risk or the ownership aspect of it, but you fucking needed it.

And you knew she wanted it too. She had a tendency to hold you down when she’s about to cum, almost as if she is about to force you to take her cum, which you willingly would take every single drop. You even told her in a heated moment of passion to cum inside you once, and she almost did accidentally. Hearing you say that made her orgasm immediately, and she had to frantically pull out right as she spurted all over your mound, making sounds you’d never heard her make.

And now, in the dim morning light with cozy rain coming from outside, and Wanda’s soft, warm sleeping body with her cock in your hand as you thought over all these times with the new magical piece, you wanted it.

But she was so pretty and peaceful in her sleep with her crinkled brow of dreams and her slowly rising and falling chest. You wouldn’t wake her.

Licking your lips, you shifted your body so that you hovered over her, taking great care in slinking down her body without moving the blankets or the bed too much. With the hem of the blanket resting at the back of your neck, you rested your elbows over her plush thighs, eyeing the strap that now sat right in front of your face.

Humming, you trail your fingers to the harness straps, fiddling with the fabric on her hips for a moment before you carefully let them trail to the base of her cock, taking it in your fist gently. Glancing back up to her, you saw the same image—her head resting on the pillow, turned to the side, sleeping peacefully like an angel. The warmth between your legs grew as you formulated the plan of your desires, licking your lips and coming closer to her strap.

You placed Wanda’s length in your mouth. It surprised you every time how big she was—an advantage she smugly gave herself when crafting her piece. Suctioning your lips, you began to swirl your tongue around the tip of the strap with a gentle but purposeful pressure.

It didn’t take long before your mouth ignited the spell within the strap, and her magic peered through the silicone in cracks that looked like molten lava in a crimson hue. That’s how you knew she was aroused now, and as you looked up at her again, she was still sleeping as peacefully as ever.

It took some practice for you to understand how to give your girlfriend a blowjob since it was your first time, but Wanda was patient and could get off with basically any touch you gave her with how sensitive the strap felt when she wore it anyways.

So you lowered your mouth further down on her strap that was warming up between your lips, keeping your hand on the base to keep it steady. Letting your other hand gently squeeze her thigh, you sucked her gently, wanting to make her feel good but not wanting to wake her up. It startled you when, as you took her entirety in your mouth so that the tip of her cock poked the back of your throat, Wanda’s legs twitched under you. It was only once and, looking up as you deepthroated her, you saw that the sleeping look on her face remained unchanged.

The depth with which you took her in your throat prompted tears to form in your eyes and saliva in your mouth. Sniffling, you kept taking her all the way in and then suctioning as you lifted your mouth from her, letting your tongue flick around her tip before deepthroating her again. You were slow and gentle, but she was hot and throbbing with magical arousal. You could even smell it on her now and, reaching down under the base where her slit was, you found that she was wet there, too.

Getting excited, you bobbed your head perhaps a little too hard, and she twitched again, this time letting her head sway to the other side. You paused, waiting for any sign of further movement or signs of being awake, but she was still deep asleep, the crease in her brow deeper now. You went back to sucking her off dutifully, and as wet sounds filled the air, Wanda moved again, this time arching her back. The movement sent her hips bucking up, which shoved her cock into your throat unexpectedly, causing you to choke on her girth.

Recovering, you continued carefully and watched as she twitched and squirmed in her sleep, somehow still staying deep asleep even as you could feel her throb faster. Her lips fell open at one point, soft gasps of air filling the quiet, dim room along with your wet sucking sounds. Her body heated up even more under your hands, and she started to buck her hips more.

Picking up your speed, you deepthroated her more and more, choking yourself on her strap while she grew even more restless. You knew she was seconds away from cumming, so you grabbed the base of her strap and sucked harder and faster. Finally, with a whispery, sleepy moan, and a more violent twitch of her hips, Wanda came in your mouth. You kept your mouth around her, feeling her warm cum gush at the back of your throat and ooze down it. You waited, letting her twitch and gasp and push out every last drop of cum before you finally swallowed it and took her out of your mouth. She was sweet to the taste with just a hint of metal, an interesting mix of her magic that reminded you of the taste of her real arousal.

There were many benefits to this magical creation of Wanda’s, one of many being that there was an unlimited supply.

Her cock now wet and shiny and slightly glowing, you carefully crawled back up her body and straddled her. She had almost immediately fallen back into utter stillness as soon as she came, except for her chest that was rising and falling much faster now. Biting your lip, you reached down and took her breasts into your hands, squeezing and letting your thumb roll over her nipples that were already rock hard for you. You could feel her cock, resting below your thigh, twitch and throb, basically vibrating with magic. All you could taste was her cum that coated the inside of your mouth, the taste still soaked into your tongue.

She just looked so pretty, even more relaxed now, having just helplessly cum in your mouth without even knowing it. Leaning down, you pressed a chaste kiss to her still lips before moving your mouth to her neck and pressing soft, wet kisses there. You let your hand grope her breasts for a moment before sliding it down and rubbing her tummy, lowering it further and further until you reached below yourself and took her strap in your hand again.

Still kissing her neck, and feeling her twitch once below you, you adjusted yourself over her cock and rubbed your throbbing, wet slit down her length, not letting it go inside. You remember the first time you did that, before she ever went inside you with the new strap, and she had prematurely came. She had been so embarrassed, taking off the cum-filled condom and tearing the strap off of her and getting up, but you’d found it so hot. You loved having this control over her. You loved knowing that you held this power over her, that you could make her cum so easily, that she desired you so much that she found it hard to even have any control. You wanted to tease her constantly, to degrade her and embarrass her by using her desire for you against her.

Wanda’s sleepy breaths hitched as you rubbed your warm, wet folds up and down her length, leaving a wet, sticky trail on the strap. She shifted under you, turning her head back to the other side. Her eyebrows creased deeper, her face contorting into a look of neediness as she subconsciously bucked her hips, pushing herself harder onto you. Chuckling, you gave her one last kiss on her neck before sitting up fully, unable to control yourself anymore. You wanted to get what you truly wanted out of her before she woke up.

Your breathing growing heavier, along with the rain pattering much harder on the window outside, you lined Wanda’s cock up with your entrance, letting it sit there pressed against it for a moment. You took a deep breath—her size still surprised you, and you still needed to relax and prepare yourself before taking her in. Thanks to the blowjob and how wet you were, there was enough lubrication for you to lower yourself down on her cock, feeling her slide right in and stretch your walls around her.

“Fuck,” you whispered as you stopped halfway, feeling a tinge of pain. Wanda shifted beneath you, which didn’t help, so you just took another deep breath and basically slammed yourself down on her, Wanda’s entire cock ramming deep inside you.

As if on cue, right as you let out a louder shriek than you meant to because of the way her cock hit your cervix, Wanda also let out a sleepy form of a moan, her head swaying to the side as her legs shifted under the blankets below you.

Placing your hands on her shoulders, you stayed still and felt her throb inside you as she squirmed, watching her eyes scroll side to side behind her eyelids. Biting your lip, you slowly lifted yourself off halfway before coming back down again, nearly seeing stars when she hit your deepest point again.

It was obvious that doing this wasn’t going to keep her asleep for much longer. She was still moving, eyelids fluttering, lips twitching as if trying to speak between her growing breaths. She was breathing faster now, redness blooming on her cheeks.

There was no point in being careful now. Grinding your teeth together, you rolled your hips, throwing your head back as she hit your sweet spot in your lower tummy. She was so big that her cock was basically all you could feel as you rode her, feeling pure pleasure bloom inside you as you anticipated the ending you were dreaming about.

“Mmmm-nnnn” Wanda murmured as she squirmed more beneath you, kicking at the sheets covering her feet and arching her back. “Ahhh…” She was starting to come to, being lured by your actions into an in-between state between sleeping and waking. She was arching her back off the bed and bucking her hips up into you, natural instinct to have more friction and be as close to you as possible coming through.

Power filled you as you stared down at the helpless witch, her cock lodged deep inside you, throbbing as you bounced on it. You bit the tip of your tongue and squeezed her shoulders, digging your nails into her skin as you rode her cock.

The feeling of your nails in Wanda’s skin was the one thing that brought her into awareness. Her eyelashes fluttered, mouth dropping open. Finally, her eyes opened fully, exposing those pretty irises that were usually green but were now a deep, sleepy crimson red from the magic she was subconsciously using.

A grin slashed across your own face, your tummy filled with excitement as you watched the look of confusion on Wanda’s once peaceful face. This was the second moment you were anticipating the most. Her eyebrows contorted in confusion as she stared up at you, her eyes blank with dumb sleepiness at first as her mouth let out heavy breaths. Then she blinked a few times, her eyes falling down over your body and to her own. She saw her cock, glistening with wet, appear halfway with every other bounce you made. She watched it appear as you lifted up, and then disappear again as you slapped yourself down on her lap.

Then she felt it. The tight, wet warmth. The squeezing of your walls around her. The more textured parts around your cervix, how much warmer and tighter you felt the deeper she was. Your lips smushed against the base of her cock when you had her fully inside. The ridges of your cunt massaging her length as you jerked up and down on her, the friction feeling like a white hot flame of pleasure with each stroke.

Her mouth fell open wider with a loud, startled moan, her hands immediately slapping onto your hips and holding them. “Baby!” she exclaimed in surprise, trying to blink the bleariness out of her eyes as you continued fucking yourself on her.

You giggled at her reaction, how she was confused but so turned on and so obviously overwhelmed by the feeling of you milking her cock as soon as she woke up, this being the very first thing her consciousness experienced this rainy morning. You felt her cock swell a little inside you, now that she was awake with her magic.

Her breathing turned into gasps, her eyes squeezing shut as she hissed through her teeth, her hips trembling as you slammed down onto them. “Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck,” she croaked, her voice sleepy and husky and burning hot in your ear.

“I always wanted to wake you up like this,” you whispered, scratching down her chest and over her nipples, causing her to let out the cutest little high-pitched whimper.

“Fuck,” was all she could whisper, holding your hips as they bounced up and down on her length.

You could see the sweat breaking on her forehead, the flush in her cheeks, the way her tummy tightened under your palm. She was getting close.

“D-Did you use prot-protection?” Wanda stammered, her brown hair starting to stick to her temples. She knew the answer. She could feel it, but she needed to ask anyway.

Chuckling, you let out a pornographic moan just to make her shudder and then said, “Nope.”

Wanda’s eyes widened a little in panic. She could already feel herself leaking a little, or maybe it was just your wetness, which was also dripping down her shaft and onto her thighs. Through the slight panic in your eye you could see the desperation, the idea she always dreams about sitting right there in her brain.

You purposefully clenched, and she bit her lip and threw her head back, her body lifting off the bed as she pushed herself into you. You gasped at the depth but used your strength to pin her hips back down to the bed.

“Baby,” she breathed, her eyes barely open. “Baby, get up.” Her voice grew breathy with quickness. “I’m gonna cum. Get up.” She slapped your hip a few times to make you get up, but you kept riding her.

“No,” you purred, leaning down closer to her face and smirking. “You can easily push me off if you want to.” You watched her, struggling to keep her eyes open, her body moving with your bouncing, look up at you with such a strong mix of horror and desire on her face. You waited, but she only continued to struggle beneath you, not making any effort to use her magic or strength to push you off. “So why don’t you?”

Wanda whined, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as if just looking at you was going to make her bust. Her nails dug into your hips as she trembled, looking like the pleasure was turning into pain as you continued to ride her. There was no way she would actively deny you. She could stop herself all she wanted when it was her in control, but if you were going to take it from her, she couldn’t not acquiesce.

“Baby, please,” she murmured through gritted teeth, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from the struggle to keep herself from cumming. You knew she could stop it if she wanted to—you didn’t have her physically wrangled, and even if you did, her magic could put an end to it immediately. “Please, get up, I can’t hold it.”

Grinning, you slam your hand over her throat, and she gasps, choking slightly as you squeeze her throat. “You’re so cute like this,” you whisper, “Begging me to stop. You’re the one who can’t control yourself.”

Tears were falling down her cheeks now. “Please, please,” she begged, her eyes squeezed shut. “Please, baby, I can’t—I can’t hold it—I’m gonna cum, fuck, please…”

“Do it. Give me all your cum,” you hiss, riding her harder to the point where the bedframe slams against the wall. Wanda, choking on the pressure of your hand around her throat, trembled and violently twitched below and inside you as she tried her hardest to hold it. But she was hot to the touch, and so were you, and your cunt felt so good squeezing around her cock, and you were taking complete advantage of her which she found to be so hot, and she hadn’t been able to stop dreaming about breeding you for weeks now, and it was all too much for her to even stop it.

“Fuck, baby, fuck, get off, I’m gonna… fuck, fuck fuck!”

Wanda’s nails dug into your hips as her words turned into incoherent babbles, her mouth falling wide open and her body lifting completely off the bed as she finally lost all control. You tried to watch her as long as you could, but your eyes fluttered closed when finally you felt her cock give one last hard twitch before loads of her burning hot cum went gushing deep inside you, splashing the wall of your cervix and filling your tummy all up.

The feeling made you cum, shivering on top of her and squeezing around her which only prolonged her orgasm even more. Wanda saw flashing images of you pregnant, which had been fueling what she thought was fear for weeks now, but she was learning just now that that fear was pure fetish. She tugged your hips down onto her and pushed herself as deep inside you as possible as she loaded you with her cum, surprising you with her strength as she kept you in a complete hold.

After a few moments, when she had filled you with all she had to give, which was a shocking amount this time because of how long she had held it, and you were limp against her chest, recovering from your own orgasm, Wanda finally relaxed, letting go of your hips and closing her eyes.

“Fuck,” she breathed, panting as sweat rolled down her tear-streaked face. You were quiet for a minute, relishing the feeling of a full tummy of Wanda’s cum, her cock throbbing gently in your cunt. You were so glad she’d enchanted that strap.

Finally, you hummed, looking up at her. She looked dazed and fuzzy-minded, her eyes hooded and cheeks blushing red from embarrassment. She sighed and grinned sheepishly, placing her hands over her face. You smirked. “That was a lot better than cumming on my tits, right?”

Wanda breathed. “Well, good morning to you, too.”

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: step cest, age gap, threeway, mommy kink, daddy kink sub!wanda, dom!nat, soft!dom!reader, rough sex

“The stupid whore needs her holes played with isn’t that right?”

Natasha husked out upon looking at your stepdaughter, Wanda, who was in an beyond humiliating posture. Chest pressed against her pillows, ass up high in the air the only thing protecting her from the eyes of your colleague and you were her pretty pink panties and oversized shirt.

“She was a brat today”

Natasha took great joy in treating her like the brat Wanda was. Giving her earth shuddering orgasm while she forced her to eat her step mother out.

“Such a good little girl, taking daddy’s cock so good” you’d praise while she aimlessly licked over your dripping cunt. However you couldn’t be mad at her for her inexperienced licks, after all she was fucked silly by daddy. She’d even have to take small breaks to whine for you.

“Mommy, please, too much”

“Stupid slut get back to work, your don’t get to cum until your mommy does”

The extreme contrast between your praising voice and her degrading barks, and the constant edging, was too much for the poor girl, it never failed to turn her into a subby mess. She cried for mommy only to be met with Natasha’s harsh slaps on her already sensitive pussy.

“Aw, does bunny want her mommy? Then you shouldn’t have broken our rules” another slap another yelp from the sweet throat of your step daughter. By the end she cured up in your embrace promising to never act out again but you knew she would because otherwise she’d miss out on getting treated like the slut she was.

𝐀/𝐍: tops get fed

[natsarrownecklacx]

Addictive

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1,029

Summary: Y/n is addicted to making her girlfriend moan and she’ll do anything to drag as many different kinds of moans from her as she can.

Warnings: Smut, minors DNI, this fic is NOT for you. Edging, fingering, Mommy kink, over stimulation, begging, subby Wanda

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“How does that feel, Honey?” You ask the brunette sitting between your legs, mumbling the words right next to her ear while you glide your lips across her jaw.

Wanda’s body pushes back against you, her back molding into your front. A whimper passes through her lips.

“It feels good.” She pants, gripping at your thighs for dear life. You’d told her not to move, saying you’d leave the restraints for today as long as she behaved herself. She’d agreed of course, desperate to prove how much of a good girl she could be for you.

“Yeah?” You tease, smirking into the skin of her neck.

The drag of your fingers against Wanda’s walls is driving her to a desperation she’s not sure she’s ever felt from such soft, languid touches.

Your fingers work her open at a damn near torturous rate, so slowly she’s not entirely sure she isn’t being punished for something. If it weren’t for the praise you whisper in her ear and the soft kisses you trail across her skin she’d know for sure this is a punishment.

A punishment that has her moaning deeply, her limbs staining to keep themselves still, fighting against the urge to take your wrist to fuck herself faster with you fingers or close her thighs around you hand, trapping it in place so she can fuck into them.

“Please.” She whines, just barely resisting the urge to buck her hips into your fingers.

You want to laugh at her plea, want to wrap your hand around her neck and mock her for being such a needy baby, but you hold it back, instead trailing kisses along her shoulders and wherever you can reach.

She really has no idea why you’re doing this. That you just need to torture her, your sweet little baby. Need to hear her whine and moan and beg for you, need to feel her squeeze around your fingers and the twitch of her thighs while she fights against herself to keep them open.

“Shhh, baby.” You whisper, pushing your fingers into her dripping hole again, making sure you curl them against her sweet spot just to feel her hips buck the tiniest bit. “Just feel for me.”

You bring your other hand down to rub slow, gently strokes over her clit, adding just enough pleasure to push her into the realm of madness.

“Please, Y/n. Please, baby. I’ll do anything just make me cum.” She’s babbling now, her words coming out fast and desperate, almost incoherently so.

Her begging is like a drug to you, so adorable, like the sweetest music to your ears and so, so addictive. You almost want to give in just from hearing them. Give her exactly what she wants, what she craves.

But your need to torture her takes over, that coniving part of you making itself known, especially now that she’s dripping onto your fingers.

You just need to hear her beg some more, just a little more and you’ll give her the tiniest bit of relief. You need it, more than you need the air in your lungs right now. But you need more. She’s not desperate enough yet, not begging the way you need her to.

“Call me Mommy, baby.” You order the witch, feeling her walls flutter around you at the words and a borderline pornographic moan falls from her lips. “Go on sweet girl, I know you want to. Call me mommy while I fuck you with my fingers.”

“Oh fuck.” Wanda gasps, a shot of arousal shoot through her at the honorific. “Please, Mommy.”

God, she sounds amazing. Moaning and whining like that. A desperate little mess for you. She’s just perfect. The perfect little whore for her Mommy.

And the way she cries out when she calls you Mommy, the way her thighs shake and her walls flutter around your fingers. It’s enough to drive a person to insanity.

“Again baby. Moan for me. Tell Mommy how good she’s making you feel.”

“So good, Mommy” She all but slurs, leaning her head back to rest on your shoulder and arching her back in an attempt to get you deeper. “Your fingers feel so good inside of me- oh fuck- please.”

Wanda’s desperation is pushing her to the point of tears, you can hear it the way her voice shakes. You should feel bad for her, should want to show her some mercy, but all you can think about is how cute she’ll look when she cries for you.

She’s so wet that her arousal is dripping from your hand onto the bed sheets, making a mess beneath her. You don’t mind though, she looks pretty when she’s a dripping mess.

Your fingers push into Wanda again, this time reaching further inside her, making her buck her hips up into your hand.

You think about reprimanding her, maybe having her sit pretty on a pillow with a vibe stuffed inside her. But then you hear how prettily she moans when she fucks herself on your fingers.

God she has to know about your weakness for her moans, how you’d do anything for her, just to hear them over and over again, like your favorite song left on loop for days on end.

So you let it slide, allowing the witch to move her hips, knowing that if she got too close to the edge you’d just pull your fingers away from her.

“Are you close, pretty girl?” You ask, smirking to yourself when you see her nod enthusiastically in response. "You wanna come, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Mommy. Please, l’m so close." Wanda moans, leaning more into you and bucking her hips against your hands. “Feels so good.”

“Aww, angel.” You coo, fucking into her harder while also keeping the same pace, making the girl between your legs cry out in pleasure.

Wanda’s eyes roll to the back of her head, her back arching as they do. She moans profanities in a language you can’t understand.

“No.” You say, removing your hands from her completely.

Wanda’s eyes fly open, her lips parted in shock as she looks at you for an explanation.

“You don’t get to cum until I say so. And Mommy wants to hear you beg some more.”

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A/n - Kinda wanna write a part two if anyone is interested, also I was half asleep writing this so please ignore any mistakes

[gingiesworld]

Pet Play

Pet! Wanda Maximoff x Dom! Natasha Romanoff x Dom! Carol Danvers x Sub! Pet! Amab! Reader

Warnings! Smut!!! Shameless Smut!!!

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop @marvelogic @dopeyouth @legendsofela @natleft

18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N woke up tied up to a chair, cold shivers as they felt the cold air over their naked form. Trying to break free of the binds that held them to the chair, soon hearing footsteps approaching but unable to see through the darkness.

“Our pet is finally awake.” A raspy voice spoke as they heard the sound of a whip cracking.

“Can we please play with them now?” A soft voice begged as they soon felt a hand run down their chest, long nails scratched at their skin.

“Not yet, little witch.” Another voice spoke, soon a single bulb lit up the room as it hung low from the ceiling.

“Why am I here?” They asked as they struggled against the woman behind them.

“I need something from you.” The once soft voice growled in their ear. “And only you can help me.”

“Come on, witchy.” The raspy voice groaned, soon a redhead approached, ridding herself of her robe. “You know we like to play first.” She pulled the brunette around, she only looked around 25 but she had bags under her eyes, pain within her irises as she listened to the older woman. Y/N soon watched as a blonde woman came into view, all three of them naked.

“Look, I don’t know any of you.” They tried as they looked at the blonde. “I honestly don’t, so please let me go.”

“You know, we may need to do some extra work first.” The blonde spoke as she looked at the redhead before she forced the brunette to her knees.

“You know what you need to do, little witch.” The redhead spoke tenderly as she ran her fingers through her brown locks.

“You don’t.” Y/N started as they shook their head as Wanda looked up at them with a smirk.

“Oh, but I want to.” Her eyes never left theirs as she started to rub their hardening cock before wrapping her lips around the tip.

“Fuck.” They whispered as the other two smirked, both deciding to sit side by side on the bed.

“Eyes open.” Natasha ordered them. “And eyes on us.” They did as they were told, soon groaning as they watched the two spread their legs, getting a full view of both of their glistening pussys.

“You will not cum until we say.” Carol told them firmly as the two women started to rub their clits, eyes remaining on both Wanda and Y/N.

“That’s enough Wanda.” Natasha barked as the brunette pulled away from Y/N, leaving a string of saliva as she looked up into their eyes.

“What?” They whined as the three women smirked. They watched as Carol got up from her seat, moving behind Y/N as Wanda approached Nat.

“The girls want to put on a little show for you.” Carol told them as she bit their ear, making sure their eyes never left the two women on the bed making out. “You see, Wanda is our little pet who deserves a reward.” They watched as Nat kissed Wanda roughly, making her moan as she pulled her onto her lap, her hands kneading her breasts roughly as her kisses descended down Wanda’s neck.

“Oh.” She moaned as Nat pushed two fingers inside her aching whole, groaning as Nat thrust her fingers at a steady pace, Wanda was a panting and moaning mess as she leaned her head on the redhead’s shoulder.

“Do you like that kitten?” Nat husked out as she curled her fingers as she pulled out, slamming three back inside causing Wanda to let out a guttural moan. “Words.” She spoke harshly as Carol massaged Y/N’s shoulders, keeping their eyes on the women on the bed.

“Yes.” Wanda mewled as Nat increased her pace, the sound of Wanda’s moans, the squelching of her arousal and the heavy uneven breaths from Y/N filled the room.

“Are you close, baby girl?” Carol cooed as she moved away from Y/N and approached the two on the bed.

“So close.” She answered as Nat smirked.

“Beg for it.” She growled as Wanda whimpered.

“Please, please let me cum.” She whined pathetically as she soon bit her lip harshly. “Please.” She whispered in a broken voice. “I need it.” Carol smiled as her hand ran up and down Wanda’s back, her other hand moving to grip her jaw, forcing her to look in her eyes.

“Cum for me sweet girl.” She told her before pressing her lips to hers, muffling to sounds coming from Wanda as she came hard on Nat’s finger. “Good girl.” She smiled before she pulled Wanda from Nat’s lap, forcing her to stand on unsteady legs as she pushed Nat to lay down. “Use your sweet mouth for me.” She caressed Wanda’s cheek. “Make her cum.”

Wanda did as she was told, moving Nat’s legs over her shoulders, diving straight in as she licked a strip through her folds, making her moan as Carol walked behind Wanda, massaging her ass as she soon pulled her hand away and brought it back to the soft flesh harshly.

“Fuck.” Nat groaned as Wanda was pushed further into her, the vibrations of Wanda’s moans sending vibrations through her, adding to her pleasure.

“Uh.” Wanda mewled as Carol pushed her fingers inside her, thrusting three fingers in and out at a steady pace. All Y/N could do was watch as the were painfully hard, ready to combust at any moment.

“You see, Wanda here is craving something more than what Nat or I can give her.” Carol told them as she smirked at Y/N’s state, ready to go feral if they were untied. “She wants to bear a child.” She turned her attention back to Wanda briefly. “And you can give that to her. A baby for our little pet.” She taunted as Nat screamed as she came, squirting as Wanda couldn’t stop as she was reaching her own high. “Will you do that if I untie you or will you run?” She increased her pace as Wanda soon became a mess as she remained between Nat’s thighs. “I think your primal need to procreate will overcome you previous desire to flee.”

“Just get me free.” They growled as Carol tutted, approaching them and forcing her fingers inside their mouth, smirking as they moaned at Wanda’s taste on them. Once she removed them from their mouth, she slapped them hard across the cheek, sure enough to leave a mark.

“Don’t. Disrespect. Me.” She growled, enunciating each word as she gripped their jaw. Nat was already moving from the bed to the sofa as Wanda lay on her back, her legs spread as she waited for Y/N. “Once I untie you.” She held up a knife that was situated on the drawers beside her. “You will fuck Wanda, fill her as many times as she needs it.” She smirked at them as their eyes never left the blade. “Or I will stab you, but not before I cut off your little friend here.” She spoke as she grazed their thigh with the sharp edge of the blade. “So we need you to behave.”

She released them, soon pulling them to their feet and pushing them towards the bed, Wanda watched as they approached her with her lip between her teeth, her eyes watching their every movement as they soon became eye level. Sensing some nerves within them as she wrapped her leg around their waist.

“Fuck me.” She told them, looking in their eyes. “Hard.” Both Nat and Carol watched as Y/N soon pushed their lips together in a hard kiss, their hands roaming her body roughly as she soon moaned. Allowing them to move their kisses down her jaw to her neck, grazing her skin with their teeth. Her hands rested on their shoulders as they soon inserted their length. Wanda gasped at the sudden intrusion, her nails digging into their skin as they thrust their hips at a fast pace, pulling all of the way out before slamming themselves back inside of her.

“Fuck.” The four of them gasped in unison, both Nat and Carol had their clits rubbing against the other on the sofa as they watched the other two on the bed, the bruises forming on both of their bodies as Y/N fucked Wanda as she wanted. Wanda screamed as she squirted beneath Y/N who soon came, filling her up. Soon Nat and Carol followed shortly as their juices mixed together. Y/N remained inside of Wanda as both Nat and Carol got their robes, heading towards the door as Y/N and Wanda remained still on the bed, both fast asleep as the two locked the door behind them, smirks on their faces at the thought of their new pet.

“Are you sure they won’t escape?” Nat questioned as the two sat down with a glass of wine.

“They have nowhere to go, the world already thinks that Y/N Y/L/N is dead.” Carol smirked as she glanced out of the window over the now sleeping city. “So we may as well enjoy our new pet.” The two clinked their glasses before finishing the bottle as the other two remained sleeping in each other’s arms.

[lesbian-smart-water]

Subby!Wanda try to be a brat but didn't even survive a second.

sweet babygirl would say one bad word to you and immediately break down when she sees your face.

"no no no i'm a good girl. i promise. i'm still your good girl. don't be mad."

and like, all she did was say "damn it" so you really weren't even mad. but seeing her fix her own mistakes for you just has you feeling some type of way like- maybe you should punish her? maybe she is your good girl but you know she can be so much better.

[yelenasdiary]

This is for my doms 🤭

Thinking about watching Subby, innocent! Wanda watching porn, trying to learn how to get herself off & gets all flustered when she sees you watching the poor puppy failing. She begs you not to tell anybody while you’re just nodding at her as you approach her until you’re towering over her with a smirk.

The poor baby looks so desperate to cum that you show her how to play with her sticky pussy in front of a mirror, telling her how good she’s being when you allow her to play with her clit by herself. She’s moaning, her heard throwing back against your chest with tears rolling down her cheek as she begs you fuck her with your fingers.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

My Masterpiece

Photography Professor!Fem!Reader x subby!student!Wanda

Summary: Spending the weekend with her professor means Wanda will be worshipped

Word Count: 624

Warnings: 18+, established relationship, use of strap-on (R), photography during sex, ropes, tying up(W), Use of pet names, R is referred to as Daddy by W, some fluff sprinkled in there

Over the weekend Wanda found herself in your lovely home. All the photos that lined the walls of not just your own photos, but others including some from your parents collection that the rest of the world never saw.

Wanda was currently walking around in nothing, but your oversized shirt, panties, and thigh high stockings. 

You smiled at her, watching from your kitchen island as you worked away on your laptop never wanting to shut yourself away in your office while she was here.

“I'll never get tired of looking at all the photographs you have Y/N.” Wanda spoke, voice almost echoing off the walls in the quiet space.

“Come here baby.” You pushed your glasses to the top of your head as she walked over and you pulled her into your lap. “I'd love to add a few more to my walls of you pretty girl.” You smirked as her face grew hot and she tried to hide from you. “No, no, show me that pretty face that I fell for.” She stops hiding, 

“I'm not that pretty Y/N…I'm a photographer not a model…”

“You are the most beautiful model I've ever had the pleasure to work with.” You smiled, rubbing her thighs. “I want to tie you up with my prettiest ropes, use my cutest gag, and stuff you full with my strap as I take pictures of your beautiful body.” you tell her.

“D-Daddy…” she grinds against you even if her words deny you, her body tells you all you need to know.

“Okay that's it, break time from school work,” You pick her up, bringing her to your bedroom. “I'm going to fuck you until you can't think properly and take the most beautiful photos of that blissed out face that you make only for me.” You tell her as you set her down, going over to your toy closet, pulling out some of your favorites along with your Mamiya Leaf Credo camera. 

As you fucked her all tied up and full of one of your biggest straps you take your pictures. “So beautiful. My beautiful slut. You love when I take photo's of you like this, don't you?” You ask, watching her face the whole time.

“Yes Daddy! Yes! Please don't stop!” She begs.

“I'm not stopping anytime soon. Not until I'm satisfied with my photo's and then I'll let you cum so I can take photos of that beautiful face that you make.” She's a moaning, squirming mess beneath you. You know half if not more of these photos will be blurry, but that's fine. The ones that won't be are going to be masterpieces.

“You're my masterpiece, you know that?” You say, catching her off guard with how soft your voice is. 

“R-really?” She asks in disbelief.

“Yes baby. No one compares to your beauty. You are my masterpiece. The photos I take of you are the best in my collection. Nothing even comes close to them.” you tell her, setting your camera down, forgetting about it as you drive your cock into her fast and rough making her moan out, gripping and clawing at you. Every noise she makes threatens to send you over the edge.

“D-Daddy can I please cum? I know you put your camera down, but please can I? Daddy's cock is too good!” She moans out.

“Yes baby go on Daddy's going to come with you.” You tell her, not caring about the photo at this moment. You use the best camera you have, your eyes, to capture this moment and keep it with me forever.

[sweet--escape17]

Me after I finished my artwork today...

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Photo Cred: Me

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+

masterlist

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.

[wandasteponme]

I may have had an idea 😔😔

Wanda watched the pool of blood on the ground, ‘another one’ she thought, it was not the first time she found dead bodies of her friends in her house, it was a monthly occurrence by now.

It started a year ago, that day bucky had flirted with her all day long, she had been so annoyed that she may have accidentally made a pact with a demon, they will stop people from annoying her, and she in return will give the demon her body and soul.

It was not bad at first, bucky suddenly left her alone, Tony stopped sending her apology messages, and she even had time to learn the name of her hero demon, Natasha.

[batllethinker]

Subby Nat having a wet dream and waking up all hard, trying to subtly grind against Wanda while she's asleep, ofcourse Wanda wakes up and almost laughs at Nat's little predicament.

"Poor baby, do you need mommy's help?" Natasha only whines and nods as Wanda's hands comes down to palm at her dick, smirking at the way Natasha humps into her hand and how her dick twitches.

"I'll make it all better" it doesn't take long before they're both naked and Wanda is riding Nat until she's overstimulated, having cummed inside of her girlfriend multiple times at that point but Wanda just keeps going until she's thoroughly bred and satisfied.

[natsarrownecklacx]

Addictive Pt. Two

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 894

Summary: Y/n is addicted to making her girlfriend moan and she’ll do anything to drag as many different kinds of moans from her as she can.

Warnings: Smut, minors DNI this fic is NOT for you. Fingering, Mommy kink, begging, subby Wanda, allusion to punishment, choking

Part One

ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ

“No.” Wanda cries out, desperation swimming in her green eyes as she looks up at you pleadingly.

“Please, Mommy. I was good and I was so close.”

A pout falls over your lips as you look at her. Tears of pure desperation track down her cheeks and rest heavy on her lashes. Her eyes are wide, her pupils blown out. God she looks just perfect.

Unconsciously you move your hand back between her legs and begin rubbing slow circles around her puffy, abused clit.

Instinctively Wanda moves to rest her head back on your shoulder, cute little moans already slipping past her lips.

Only her pretty green eyes aren’t on you anymore and you can’t have that. Using your other hand you take her jaw in your hold and gently force her to look back at you. “Keep those big doe eyes on me, baby.” You tell the girl, moving your fingers down to dip into her soaking hole when you see her bite her lip and nod at your command.

A deep moan falls past the brunette’s lips, feeling your fingers inside her again. A quiet “mommy please” falls from her lips and you know you have her where you want her.

An idea pops into your head, making a borderline evil grin take over your face. “Mommy’s sorry for teasing you, angel.” You coo, giving her your best fake sympathy voice. “You're right, you’ve been such a good girl for me. You deserve to cum.”

Bringing your lips down to suction against her pulse point you rest the heel of hand against her bundle of nerves, allowing her to grind into it. Your other hand occupies itself by groping her chest gently, knowing exactly how to work her up.

“Agh!” Wanda cries out in pleasure, the whites of her eyes the only part visible. “Feels so- so good, Mommy.”

“I know, angel.” You sooth the girl, picking up the pace of your fingers inside her. Your gentle touches on her breast turn to rough, greedy groping, causing Wanda’s hand to fly up to her mouth in an attempt to quiet her moans and cries of pleasure.

“No, sweetheart.” You lightly scold the girl, pulling her hand away from her mouth. “Let me hear your pretty noises sweet girl.” You coo, looking into her eyes and fucking your fingers into her at a much faster rate now.

Wanda whines, balling her hands into the sheets beneath her. Her hips buck wildly into your hand, grinding her clit against the heel of your hand as she does so.

“Someone’s getting a little too excited.” You lightly mock the girl, pinching and pulling her nipple as you do. “Do I have to get the restraints baby?” You taunt the girl, feeling her clench desperately around your fingers.

“No. No.” Wanda shakes her head rapidly, determined to come. If she plays her cards just right she will, even if she has to trick you into it. Just another few thrusts and she’ll come, she’s almost there.

“I’ll be good. I’ll be good, Mommy. Please don’t stop.”

“It’s okay baby. Mommy’s not gonna stop.” You lie to her, knowing damn well that the second you feel her coming around you you’ll pull away from her.

A whimper falls past Wanda’s lips. One that tells you exactly how close to straddling the line of pain and pleasure she is. She’s quickly growing overwhelmed with the feeling of your fingers inside her.

“Mommy.” She whines, in an attempt to tell you how overwhelmed she’s becoming, following one of the boundaries you have set for yourselves.

“I know, baby. Mommy knows.” You soothe her, moving your lips down to cover over hers.

Your fingers pull out of her almost entirely, only to push back in again roughly causing the brunette to gasp into your mouth. You take the opportunity to slide your tongue into your mouth, moaning at the taste of her. Wanda greedily sucks on your tongue, using you as a distraction from the unbearable pleasure between her legs.

Your hand playing with her chest trails up to her neck, squeezing lightly. The action sends a shot of hot arousal straight to the witch’s stomach, the coil inside her tightening further.

“Mommy!” Wanda gasps, her crazed way of telling you she’s close to coming.

You smirk to yourself, burying your head into the crook of her neck. “Shh, pretty baby.”

Wanda’s thighs shake and threaten to close. “Ah, ah, angle. Keep those pretty legs open for me.”

It only takes a few more thrusts of your fingers for Wanda to fall apart. Mindlessly she grabs your wrist in her hand, holding it in place and closing her thighs around you.

She must be out of her mind with desperation to pull a stunt like that. There’s no way she would have done that if she was in her right state of mind. Nevertheless she did break one of your rules and now she has to be punished.

“Oh god, fuck.” She moans, riding out her high on your fingers.

You fuck into her faster, tightening your hold on your neck. You want her to enjoy this feeling, to prolong her high for as long as you can. To give her this last moment of pleasure. Because you know that the second she comes down you’ll torture her for hours.

ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ

A/n- I tried to post this two weeks ago and the tags messed it up, any mistakes are just being left there cause I got to frustrated with it not posting properly

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I feel like cannibal Wanda and serial killer reader would be an amazing concept tho- like imagine R coming home to show Wanda their work bc they’re so excited to please Wanda at all times and at any cost while if Wanda is in a good mood she’ll praise R for doing so well but if she’s not having a great day she’d just degrade them and tell them it’s not good enough to satisfy her needs so they’re instantly trying to find more just to receive that praise- idk that just came to my mind 😭

Aaagghhh. Subby Reader wanting to please Wanda so they don't end up being her next meal, even though Wanda knows she would never intentionally hurt them but she uses it as a tactic to get what she wants from reader. So everytime Wanda was disappointed in them, it only made them beg every time for another chance.

"For my sweet baby, just one more." Softly caressing readers face. "Do not disappoint mommy this time." Smirking as Reader disappears out for the night in hopes to make Wanda proud of them.