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lesbianloml · 11 months

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the beginning

my babysitter au

type of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series

type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark (the story will contain all of the above)

pairing(s): milf!dom!dark!wanda maximoff x innocent!sub!immune!witch!fem!reader

warning(s): legal age gap (wanda is 33, reader is 21), perverted men, mentions of sex, this is just where they meet so nothing big

summary: when wanda hires a new babysitter, she is shocked to find that there are some things she doesn't know about her town. the biggest shock is you, you are immune to wanda's powers. an even bigger shock comes when wanda finds out you have powers of your own.

a/n: this series is going to be LOOSLY based on my wandavision dr. if anyone has anything they would like to see or something, let me know. and if anyone wants to talk about shifting, hit me up. i kinda imagined reader as a soft and quiet girl. also, you're kinda a whore. and you love to read and bake. in this series, wanda doesn't really do a tv show or different eras, it's all just normal. but the agents and stuff outside the hex have a big part. reader works at the local café that she owns and spends most of her free time in the library. anyways, enjoy part one!

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(not my pics)

(pretend she had billy and tommy before the hex)

"what's the name for your order?" you asked, a little annoyed. you loved your job, but the older man standing in front of you made you want to throw your apron down and quit. "cohen, babe. don't forget next time" cohen shoots you a wink. you hold back a gag as you try to smile politely, writing the name on the side of the cup and turning your back to begin making the drink. grabbing a bag from behind you, you set the cinnamon pastry you made a few hours prior into a container and set it in the bag. as quick as you can, you mix up his drink and slap a lid on it while rolling up the top of the bag, wanting him to leave as soon as possible. "here you go" you say, spinning around and handing the bag and the drink to him. he gives you a look and opens his mouth to speak, but before he can, you tap the counter three times swiftly. your work best friend, sophie comes around from the back. "hey babe! is he causing you trouble?" cohen glares harshly at sophie, but one thing you love about her is the way she doesn't back down. sophie gives him a look that immediately has cohen scurrying out the door, tail between his legs. "thanks soph" "anytime love. we get off in fifteen, where you going tonight? your apartment or your mom's house?" you look around to see an empty café, emptier than usual. usually, the shop is packed full of starved or thirsty customers. but it's dark outside, and who would come get caffeine and food at 9:45 at night?

"I'll just stop by the library real quick before it closes and then head home and watch a movie or something." you say, smiling as you think about the old library downtown. it was your favorite place to be whenever you had free time or just needed some quiet. you turn and stacked some more cups and filled up the napkin container while waiting for your shift to end or another customer to walk in. you hear soph come out from the back room, where she was restocking supplies. "hey girl, can i ask a favor?" "yeah i'll stay and lock up so you can go fuck shawn" you say with a smirk and a giggle. sophie gasps dramatically. "how'd you know what i was gonna ask?" "because you ask me at least once a week. and the fact that you're a year older than me and supposed to be more mature makes it even funnier" "thank you! i'll see you tomorrow. don't forget, on sunday night we're baking treats for the elementary school bake sale on monday." "got it. i love you. see you sunday. enjoy shawn!" you sing as sophie laughs. "i will. love you too." "today is friday so on sunday, i need to be here by 5:00am so i can set up the tables and stuff to be ready to open at 6:00am. then i'll work until 10:00pm, close up, and help sophie bake some treats for monday's bake sale at the elementary school" you plan your day tomorrow in your head. glancing at the clock, you see it reads 9:55pm. 5 more minutes until you can lock up and leave. you work on monday, wednesday, friday, and sunday from 5:00am to 10:30pm. you usually open at 6:00am and close at 10:00pm 4/7 days a week. you love your job but hate the hours. your job at the coffee shop payed extremely well, so no matter how much you hated waking up before the sun, you weren't going to quit. you grab a rag and wipe the counters down. 3 minutes until you lock up and leave.

you spin around when you hear the little bell above the shop door ding, signaling someone came in. you almost drop the damp rag you're holding when you see her, a women, maybe in her early thirties. she had beautiful red hair and striking green eyes. her clothes were casual and relaxed, but you were sure she was some sort of powerful figure from the way she walked and held herself. you had never seen her in westview before, you were sure you'd remember her, and you'd lived in westview since you were eighteen, so three years now. you shake your head before walking around the counter to greet the women. she's even prettier up close. "you came in at the perfect time. i was just about to lock up." you tell the women with a smile. "oh, i can leave if you're closed-" before the women starts apologizing, you cut her off. "oh no, it's ok. i don't mind, i was getting lonely in here anyways. what can i get for you tonight?" "just a coffee and a piece of apple pie, please" you nod and turn to make her order. you don't ask her name, too shy to do so. it's a good thing that this women isn't. "i'm wanda." "y/n. i don't remember seeing you around westview. did you just move here?" you ask, sliding her drink and bag with the pie in the container to her over the counter. "no, we haven't moved here yet. i was just looking around, getting ready to move in with my boys" "oh, you have kids? how old?" "i have twin boys. they're ten" wanda's face lights up when she talks about them. "cute! i guess i'll be seeing you around more if you're going to move here" "you sure will, sweetheart." you wonder what that's supposed to mean as wanda smiles at you before paying and exiting the café, leaving a trail of perfume in her wake.

wanda turns the wheel to the left, not really knowing what she's looking for, but knows she's looking for something. wanda reminds herself that she needs to head back to the hotel and rest up for tomorrow when she and her boys were going to move into their new home. ever since vision kicked them out, they've been staying in a hotel but then wanda remembered the house that she owned in westview. the perfect place for her and her boys to start over. as wanda is thinking, her head droops and stomach grumbles. she hasn't drank or eaten anything all day. wanda continues driving around the streets, looking for a restaurant or something that she could get a bite to eat at. wanda slows the car when she sees a little café on the corner, letting out a sigh of relief as she sees movement and light from inside. she wouldn't have made it the forty five minutes back to the hotel without eating something. she quickly climbs out of her car and enters the café, not really paying attention to who's there with her. wanda just wants to get back as soon as she can. "you came in at the perfect time. i was just about to lock up" wanda almost falls over at the sound of the other female's voice. it was so relaxing and quiet. so beautiful. she glances up to look and sees you. wanda swears she stops breathing for a moment. you were the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen. with the prettiest smile, even at the disturbance, and the softest voice, wanda swore she just met an angel. you had to be an angel. you're smiling. at her. "oh, i can leave if you're closed-" "oh no. it's ok. i don't mind, i was getting lonely in here anyways. what can i get for you tonight?" you were so sweet, so kind. "just a coffee and a slice of apple pie, please" wanda smirks to herself when she sees the tint of blush on your cheeks. you were so cute, too shy to talk to her or ask her name. "i'm wanda" "y/n. i don't remember seeing you around westview. did you just move here?" wanda watches you slide the bag and coffee across the counter towards her. "no, we haven't moved here yet. i was just looking around, getting ready to move in with my boys" wanda states. "oh, you have kids? how old?" "i have twin boys. they're ten" she smiles at the thought of her boys. "cute! i guess i'll be seeing you around more if you're going to move here" "you sure will, sweetheart."

as wanda clambers into her car to begin the drive home, she thinks about the girl at the counter. "y/n" wanda thinks to herself, smiling at the name. she thinks it suits you. and as wanda is turning onto the freeway, she thinks to herself, "that girl will be mine"

as you lock up the café and slide into your car, you think about the women you saw. she was very pretty, and you hope that her and her kids move in ok. as you turn you car on and pull out of the parking lot, you rest your hands on the wheel as you begin driving home. your mind is pleasantly empty on the drive back to your apartment.

the first time wanda ever met you, wanda thought about you the entire drive back to the hotel. you were the most angelic person she'd ever met, and she was enchanted by you. the first time that you met wanda, you thought about her once before driving home. she was just another customer to you. but little did you know, you were becoming so much more to her.

little do you know, this is just the beginning

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hopelesslygaysstuff · 4 months

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The Art of Healing: Chapter 6

Photo Cred: Me

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem! OC

summary: wanda discovers her dominant side

content warnings: smut, restraints, overstimulation, fingering, dildo, subspace

word count: 5k+

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A New Discovery

“Alright hon, remember what we practiced.”

Wanda smiled slightly, used to Agatha’s nagging. She would be annoyed if she didn’t know that the older woman was simply looking out for her. One might even say that she was worried, but Wanda knew better than to bring that up.

“Of course,” Wanda turned towards the woman beside her, noting the way her blue eyes scanned the room they were in. “I’ll let you know if it becomes too much, I promise.”

At those words, Agatha finally turned her gaze towards Wanda. It was their third time out of her cabin, and an important night as well. The first time had been to a small market in a nearby town, and as Agatha suspected, Wanda had telepathy powers in addition to her chaos magic.

That first time was overwhelming, to say the least. Agatha had never performed so many memory replacement spells as that day. But what can you do? It’s not like she could let those poor townspeople remember Wanda falling to her knees and covering her ears while scarlet waves of magic pulsated from her as she processed everyone’s thoughts for the first time.

The second time was much easier, since Wanda had known what to expect. They’d gone into the city, simply walking down the street rather than the overwhelming environment of an enclosed space. It was easier that way, Wanda didn’t get stuck in anyone’s thoughts, as they walked past too quickly.

A man bumped into Agatha, jostling her from her thoughts. She sent a glare his way, before Wanda’s gentle hand on her arm redirected her focus. Glancing down, she took a breath, her eyes locked on the pendant swinging from the redhead’s neck.

“You know how to power that on, right? I spent a lot of time on it.” Agatha knew her attempts at nonchalance were lacking, but Wanda chose not to comment, instead sending a soft smile her way and bringing her fingers to the pendant. Rubbing it between her forefinger and thumb gently, she nodded, taking a solidifying breath of her own.

Agatha eyed Wanda’s pendant briefly, scanning the runes she’d etched onto the surface. As soon as Wanda’s magic made contact with the runes, it would send a protective shield over her mind, preventing her from reading anyones thoughts. It was their failsafe, just in case the amount of horny thoughts flying around the nightclub became overwhelming,

“Yes,” Wanda dropped her hand, her eyes finding the bar through the smoky haze of the nightclub. “I’ll be alright, but first I want a drink.”

Agatha rolled her eyes, knowing that Wanda would order a shirley temple like she always did. Making their way to the bar, blue eyes scanned the many faces, searching for a target.

“Let me find someone,” Wanda’s voice was low, her breath already smelling like cherries as she murmured the words into Agatha’s ear. “Trust me.”

Sighing, Agatha nodded, feeling slightly out of her element as she gave up what felt like the last of her control for the evening. They’d decided to find a submissive to play with for the night, as part of Wanda’s education. Essentially, Agatha wanted her to finetune her control over her own emotions, and what better way to do that than to exert control over an eager submissive?

Wanda leaned against the counter, sipping her drink as she lazily scanned the crowd around her. Bodies swarmed on the dance floor, laughter and singing rising as the crowd moved slightly out of sync. Music thrummed through the floor, the vibrations of it practically tangible as it wrapped around her body, urging her to move.

Random thoughts filtered through her mind, and Wanda breathed through it, focusing on Agatha’s past lessons. Just keep breathing, and it will pass. It would apparently get easier over time, and eventually her magic would filter everyones thoughts on autopilot. Wanda couldn’t wait, and distracted herself by trying to hear only a single person's thoughts at once.

‘Damn, I like the way he’s moving against me. I wonder what his di-’

Wanda visibly shook her head, moving onto the next person quickly. She found it easier this time, her few weeks of practice paying off as the background hum of multiple thoughts layering atop each other faded.

‘I hope she collars me soon, I just want to be her good boy forever. Oh look, here she comes!’

Her curiosity piqued, Wanda found the man who’s thoughts she’d just left. He was near the edge of the dance floor, a wide smile on his face as a tall woman walked up to him. She leaned down, saying something in his ear as he bowed his head, her hands roaming his body.

Agatha sidled up next to her, hands tight around her waist as she started dancing. “You look suspicious, hon. Dance with me, I know you can multitask.”

Wanda smirked, grinding her hips backwards and feeling pleased at the gasp that escaped Agatha’s plump lips. The hands around her waist tightened, and Wanda felt herself grow wet when she felt the bulge of the brunette’s strap against her. She let herself get lost in the feeling, gently grinding against Agatha as she focused on the woman across the floor.

‘I can’t wait to make him mine, I hope he likes the design I chose. I want this to be perfect.’

The image of an intrinsically designed collar flashed briefly through Wanda’s mind, and she smiled, pleased that the man was getting his wish. A wave of possessiveness shot through her, and she quickly pulled her mind from the tall woman’s, not wanting to get her emotions confused with hers.

“Good job, Wanda.” Agatha’s voice was raspy, one of her hands snaking around to gently rest against her throat. Wanda swallowed, her breath shortening slightly as arousal pooled in her gut. She shook her head, refocusing on her mission.

Find a submissive. That shouldn’t be too hard, right?

“We could always postpone this and head back to the cabin,” Agatha’s voice was raspy, her hips moving suggestively against Wanda’s ass. The redhead faltered, almost folding before she locked eyes with a girl at the bar. The girl was sipping a drink slowly, her eyes wide as she watched them dance against each other.

Wanda smirked, bringing a hand up to Agatha’s head and enjoying the feeling of her lips against her neck. Then, she gently yanked her head up. “Stop, you’re distracting me. Besides, I just found someone. So keep it in your pants, witchy.”

Delighting in the frustrated groan she heard, Wanda ground her hips backwards one final time before making her way towards the girl. Agatha followed behind, her attention successfully redirected, for the time being.

‘Holy shit, they’re coming my way. Act cool, don’t be fucking weird.’

Agatha snorted, and Wanda realized that she was also reading the girl’s mind. Nudging her slightly, she sent a mental reminder to release her control over the situation, wanting to take the girl’s submission for herself. Afterall, it was Wanda’s control that was on the line.

‘Good job hon, you’re getting better at communicating telepathically.’

Wanda shuddered as Agatha’s words filtered through her brain, the girl’s thoughts still swimming about as she tried to act natural. It was cute really, mentally she was panicking, but she maintained a straight face as the pair approached her.

Her only tell was the slight tremble of her fingers and her wide eyes as Wanda sat down next to her, Agatha claiming the seat on the other side of the young girl. At first, Wanda didn’t say anything, choosing instead to let her eyes roam the girl’s face as she took her in.

She had pretty eyes, her eyeliner subtle as mascara coated her long lashes. A few specks of the dark pigment had landed on her cheeks, and Wanda longed to reach up and wipe it away, but refrained. She didn’t want to scare her away too soon.

“I’m Wanda,” She made sure to keep her voice low, suppressing a smirk as she watched the girl physically react to her words. A light blush appeared on her cheeks, her lips parting as she stumbled over her words briefly.

“Hi, I’m um- my name is Sarah.” Her words were breathy, her lips clamping shut the moment her introduction was finished. Agatha chuckled, reaching up a hand to play with a strand of Sarah’s short hair.

“I like this one, let’s play with her.” Blue eyes flashed as Sarah whipped around, her fingers trembling against the glass. Wanda took a peek inside her mind, pleased to see the girl’s thoughts swirling with thoughts of both of them on top of her.

“Behave yourself for once, please.” Green eyes met blue, and flashed in warning. Agatha conceded, releasing her hold on the young girl’s hair. She moved her hands to a much safer location, resting lightly on her glass while Wanda reached a hand towards Sarah’s rapidly reddening face.

Cool fingers met her jaw, and the girl turned towards Wanda with wide eyes, her lips slightly parted as her gaze roamed the redhead’s face. Smiling softly, Wanda let her fingers lightly trace the girl’s lips, her eyes locked on them as she felt Sarah’s breath hitch.

“Do you want to go somewhere quieter?” Wanda made sure to let her lips press briefly against Sarah’s ear, enjoying the way the girl shuddered beneath her. Agatha watched with a small smirk, nodding her approval when the young girl nodded eagerly.

Making their way towards the back, Wanda made sure to keep her hands on the young girl. They lingered around her waist, her hips, drifting downwards as Sarah stumbled slightly. Agatha followed half a step behind, reading the girl’s mind as she ensured that Wanda wasn’t getting too overwhelmed.

Wanda was feeling fantastic. Everytime she moved her fingers, even slightly, Sarah’s breath changed and she would trip over her own feet. Wanda found it adorable, and made sure to keep as much of her body touching Sarah’s as she could.

Eventually, they made their way to one of the playrooms provided at the back of the club, Agatha murmuring something to the security just outside the area as Wanda ushered the girl inside. Making her way after them, Agatha shut the door firmly as Wanda pushed Sarah against the wall, trapping her with her hips.

Sarah didn’t seem to mind, her hands shaking slightly as she hesitantly put them on Wanda’s waist, her eyes locked on the redhead’s lips. She arched her back slightly, pressing herself against Wanda's as much as she could, enjoying the way green eyes darkened at the action.

Feeling the hands around her waist tighten, Wanda maneuvered herself slightly until her thigh slipped between Sarah’s legs. Pressing her firmer against the wall, she smirked when the girl gasped, her hips rutting against her thigh slightly.

Sensing movement behind her, Wanda glanced over her shoulder, watching as Agatha slowly made her way over to a chair and sitting down. She crossed her legs, getting comfortable as she gave Wanda a single nod.

‘Go ahead, hon. Let’s see you in action.’

Wanda took a breath, calming herself slightly as Sarah’s hands squeezed her waist once more. The girl grew bolder, her hips moving faster as her hands drifted lower. Wanda turned back towards her, noticing the way her pupils were blown and her breath was coming out in short, desperate pants.

Moving quickly, Wanda gripped Sarah’s wrists and pinned them to the wall. Pressing her full body against hers, she captured her lips between her own, letting her teeth graze them in warning. Using one hand to hold the girl’s wrists above her head, the other drifted towards her chest, fingers quickly finding her nipple and rolling it.

The girl moaned, leaning into her touch, and Wanda throbbed.

“Please.”

Smirking, Wanda pulled back. Sarah’s eyes were slightly glazed, unfocused as she tried to move her hips. It was exhilarating, knowing that she’d made the poor girl this desperate. All from a few simple touches and a single kiss. Wanda wondered what would happen if she did more.

“Please what? Use your words, darling.” Wanda rolled her fingers again, trapping the girl’s nipple between them. Sarah arched against her, a small whine escaping her as she struggled briefly against the redhead’s hold on her wrists. Pulling slightly, a surge of arousal shot through her when the girl let out a moan, the noise strained as she attempted to surge forwards.

“I- please… fuck.” She couldn’t get any words out, and Agatha chuckled slowly from her chair. Wanda felt something shift inside her at the girl’s desperation. Something calmed, her mind sharpening past her own arousal as she focused solely on Sarah.

Humming, Wanda moved closer. She let her lips slightly graze the trembling ones before her. Sarah’s hips moved again, and Wanda sighed. “You can do better than that, sweetheart. Try again for me.”

A frustrated groan sounded out, muffled by Wanda’s lips. Biting down slightly, she slowly backed up, pulling Sarah with her. Catching a glimpse of the bed, Wanda pushes the trembling girl towards it, reveling in the gasp Sarah releases when the backs of her knees hit the mattress.

Breaking the kiss, Wanda pushes her firmly down until she’s seated on the end of the bed. Nudging Sarah’s knees open, she moves to stand between them, her hands tangling with her hair. Moving slowly, the girl moves her hands up Wanda’s thighs before wrapping them around her waist.

The movement seems hesitant, and Wanda knows what it means. Sarah’s nervous, yet filled with anticipation at the same time. It’s exactly what Wanda had felt like for her first time with Agatha, and for a moment, she feels like she’s weirdly looking through a mirror.

“I just…” Sarah struggles with her words for a moment, and Wanda just strokes her cheeks gently, calming her down slightly. Taking a peek inside her head, she’s surprised to find that it's working, and Wanda feels a rush of something at the knowledge that she is directly influencing the emotions and arousal of another person.

“I want you to touch me, and-” Sarah pauses, biting her lip. Wand nods reassuringly, making sure to keep her eyes soft. “I want you to make me feel good, and I’m already feeling fuzzy.”

Moving closer, Wanda places her lips next to the girl’s ear. Making sure that her voice is low, Wanda tangles her hand in Sarah’s hair before yanking her head back gently, a strangled moan escaping her.

“Elaborate.”

Sarah whimpers, closing her eyes briefly as she gathers her thoughts. When she opens them again, Wanda sees that her pupils are blown, black taking over her irises. “Everytime you say something, or tell me what to do, or touch me and move me around where you want me to go, I just sink into this sort of fog?”

Wanda glances over at Agatha, knowing what Sarah means. It’s slightly intimidating, to know that she’s guiding Sarah into subspace. It’s a lot of trust from the young girl, but at Agatha’s reassuring smile, Wanda calms slightly. Breathing deeply, she calms her racing heartbeat, pausing for a moment before returning her focus to the girl seated before her.

“That’s a good thing, darling. I promise.” Wanda lets her thumb rest on the girl’s jaw. Sarah closes her eyes, parting her lips as Wanda’s fingers inch closer to them. “Just relax, and let me make you feel good.”

Agatha leaned back in her seat, clenching her thighs together slightly as she watched Wanda gently guide the younger girl into a deeper state of submission. She was quite proud, having worked hard to teach Wanda everything she knew about the kinkier aspects of sex.

Sure, sex was physical. Agatha, however, liked the mental component involved with the kinkier side of intimacy. She liked the power dynamic, and the shifting of power with a single touch or look. Most importantly, she liked being in control.

However, in the past few weeks, Wanda had been testing that control that Agatha so desperately craved. She could sense a budding dominatrix in the young redhead, and taught her as best she could without letting go of the reins. Tonight however, was the first step for Wanda in learning to be in control of her own emotions and powers and also exert that same control over a submissive.

But alas, Agatha was reminiscing. She refocused, her ears picking up on the faint sound of lips dancing against each other as the younger girl moaned openly into Wanda’s mouth. Taking in the scene, Agatha was proud to see that Wanda had pushed Sarah fully onto the bed, hovering over her with her thighs on either side of the girl’s hips. Her hands held down her wrists, and the younger girl was desperately arching her back, seeking any source of friction she could find.

Diving into Wanda’s surface thoughts, Agatha smiled at the organized mind she found. Wanda was completely aware of her own powers and emotions, keeping everything in check as she focused on her control with Sarah. As predicted, exerting control over someone else helped Wanda immensely with control over herself. Surprisingly, more than submission did.

Agatha made a mental note to bring this up later to the redhead, before settling fully back in her seat and enjoying the show. After all, who said she couldn’t have fun? Besides, Wanda’s ass looked great from this angle.

“Pick a safe word.” Wanda pulled back slightly, repeating her words when Sarah tried to chase her lips. Her blonde hair was strewn around her head, her eyes rapidly blinking as she processed.

“Um,” She tried to get some words out, but couldn’t think of anything. Wanda was still in her mind, and upon realizing how spaced out Sarah was, used her free hand to gently stroke the girl’s face. It seemed as though her touch helped ground the girl, as her thoughts became more coherent, a word popping into existence.

“Vanilla.”

Wanda raised an eyebrow, and Agatha chuckled behind her. A blush spread rapidly on the young girl's face, her eyes glancing between the Wanda on to pof her and the brunette in the chair.

“Behave.” The words were sharp, and Sarah’s heart stopped momentarily before she realized that it wasn’t directed at her. Agatha’s eyebrows rose, and she narrowed her eyes as her and Wanda stayed locked in a staring contest, the moment passing quickly.

Turning back to the girl currently trapped beneath her, Wanda smiled slowly. “That’s a good word, remember it.”

Nodding quickly, Sarah glanced back down towards the redhead’s lips. They parted, a warm breath that tasted faintly of cherries hitting her cheeks, and she moaned as they met hers. It was impossible to describe just how soft the redhead’s lips were, and before she could start to think of any adjectives, her mind went blank as Wanda’s tongue brushed her lower lip.

Gently exploring the younger girl’s mouth, Wanda slowly maneuvered her body as she swallowed all the moans Sarah so freely offered up. Her leg moved between the girl’s parted thighs, and using a firm amount of pressure, Wanda connected her knee to Sarah’s core.

Gasping, the young girl briefly disconnected her lips from Wanda’s. She arched into the touch, and Wanda took the opportunity to attach her lips to her neck, sucking softly as moans and gasps flooded her ears.

“Fuck.” That’s the only word Sarah can seem to get out, her eyes rolling back as Wanda bites down. The sting of her teeth digging into the soft skin of the girl’s neck causes pleasure to race towards her already over heating core. Moving slightly more frantically, Sarah rolls her hips against the knee pressing so deliciously against her.

Wanda smirked.

Giving the young girl absolutely no time to think or process what was happening, Wanda pulled away. Pulling the cuffs that were pre-attached to the headboard towards her, she swiftly attached them to Sarah’s wrists.

Struggling uselessly against the restraints, Sarah wanted to whine in protest when the redhead dismounted her. The knee against her leaking pussy disappeared, and she let out a shaky breath at the loss. Looking over towards the brunette, Sarah closed her legs at the feeling of those all-knowing blue eyes roaming her skin.

“Don’t do that.”

At the sound of Wanda’s commanding voice, Sarah whipped her head around, her eyes landing on the vibrating dildo the woman held. She whimpered, confused as Wanda began walking towards her, setting the toy on the bed before gripping the girl’s ankles tightly. Sarah’s eyes widened in understanding, and she moaned as Wanda forced her legs apart.

“Do not hide yourself from us. Good submissives let their dominants see every inch of them, and you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” Green eyes bore into hers as Wanda spoke, her head tilting slightly. Something about the gesture made Sarah’s blood run cold, and arousal rush towards her already drenched pussy.

“Yes ma’am.” She squeaked, her breaths speeding up slightly as Wanda raised a single eyebrow.

This time, it was Agatha who spoke up. “Yes, what? Elaborate for us, sweet cheeks.”

Blood rushed towards Sarah’s already pink face, and she suddenly had to urge to hide. However, there was nowhere to go, Wanda had made sure of that. She took a steadying breath, then managed, “Yes, I’m a good girl.”

The wide smile of Wanda’s face made the embarrassment worth it, and Sarah sighed in relief when she released her tight hold on her ankles, an unspoken command to keep her legs spread as she reached for the dildo.

The short skirt that Sarah was wearing was ripped off, both Wanda and Agatha making pleased sounds at the lack of underwear on her.

“I’m going to make you feel very good, is that alright with you?” Wanda’s gaze was hot, her fingers slowly collecting the wetness from Sarah’s pussy and spreading it onto the dildo. The girl was drenched, juices flowing freely as she attempted to buck against her hand.

Nodding quickly, Sarah bit her lip. This was what she’d been hoping for, to be fucked by a dominant woman, and now her wish was coming true. It was better than anything she could have imagined.

“Just remember, if it gets to be too much, use your safe word.” Agatha reminded the girl, her own hand slipping beneath her waistband. She had her legs spread, fingers gently stroking her own protruding clit as a damp spot formed in her underwear.

Wanda glanced back, taking in the sight before smirking briefly and wiggling her backside slightly as if to say, ‘enjoy the show.’ Then, she turned on the toy to a medium setting. Making sure the dildo was fully lubricated, Wanda teased the entrance of Sarah’s pussy. She wanted to hear her beg, and looked at her expectantly.

“I- please. I really want you to…” Sarah trailed off, Wanda nudging her clit with the toy and sending bolts of electricity through her. She refocused, eyes widening when the redhead tilted her head again. “Please fuck me, ma’am. I really want you to. Really, really badly.”

Taking in the girl’s pleading expression and sweet words, Wanda uttered a quick ‘good girl’ before thrusting the toy all the way inside Sarah in one, quick movement. Agatha moaned at the same time that Sarah did, although the girl writhing on the bed was much louder.

Setting a relentless pace, Wanda watched in fascination as the young girl beneath her quickly started coming undone. It was like all shame and embarrassment had left her, the only thing on her mind was how good she felt and how badly she wanted to cum. Pulling her own consciousness from Sarah’s, Wanda focused all her attention on bringing the girl’s orgasm to the surface.

Agatha slipped two fingers inside of herself, surprised by the wetness she found. She hadn’t expected to be this turned on, but something about Wanda’s dominant nature was just so… arousing. Watching closely, she fucked herself at the same pace that Wanda fucked the young girl. Her own orgasm rising, she held it off as Sarah’s moans became slightly louder, her wrists pulling desperately at the restraints.

“Ask for permission.” Wanda commanded, and the words came tumbling out of Sarah’s mouth. She begged like she had been starving for days, and her appetite could only be sated by food fed to her from Wanda’s nimble fingers. Her words flowed freely, syllables overlapping as her voice became breathy from the effort it took to hold back her orgasm.

Eventually, the words ran out, still flowing inside her head but unable to be spoken as Wanda worked her closer to the edge. Thrusting steadily, the redhead enjoyed the unspoken pleas as the girl’s hips twitched as her muscles contracted in anticipation.

With a few final strokes, Wanda brought the young girl to the edge, and allowed her to fall over it. Overwhelming pleasure coursed through her, and Sarah forced deep breaths of air into her lungs as she shook. Wanda’s fingers danced over her clit, prolonging the pleasure as victorious moans sounded out.

Distracted by a quiet gasping sound, Wanda turned her head slightly with the intention of asking Agatha how she liked the show. Her surprise must have shown on her face, because Agatha simply smiled widely at her as she trembled from the aftershocks of her own orgasm. Pulling her soaked fingers out from her pants, Agatha let Wanda enjoy the glistening juices that dripped down her knuckles for a brief moment, before sucking her own fingers into her mouth and moaning quietly.

Working her jaw slightly at the sight, Wanda refocused her attention on the girl now squirming beneath her. Setting the vibration slightly higher, she let a slow smile spread across her face as the realization set in on Sarah’s face.

Overstimulating the girl, Wanda forced orgasm after orgasm out of her aching pussy. By the end, Sarah was practically limp as the last bits of pleasure were drained from her overused body. Her clit sent painful jolts through her nervous system every time Wanda so much as grazed it, and she was positive that she would be sore for days.

With a kind smile, Wanda cleaned her up using a warm washcloth and soothing words. Agatha helped strip the bed as Sarah felt those same hands that had brought her insurmountable pleasure running over her back, now clothed in a thin robe. Closing her eyes, she leaned into the touch, feeling herself return to reality.

Sarah had never felt better.

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“So…”

Wanda sighed, sinking further into her chair. She stared into her glass, swirling her wine around as she tried to collect her thoughts. Agatha had taken over once she’d realized that Wanda had gotten stuck in her own head. Ensuring that Sarah had a ride home and paying their tab at the bar, she’d whisked the overwhelmed redhead home before popping open a bottle of their favorite red wine.

It smelled faintly of cherries. Wanda sighed and took a sip.

“I suppose I’m just confused.” That was all she could manage for the moment, and even Agatha couldn’t make any sense of the thoughts swirling around in the redhead’s mind. She nodded slowly, taking a sip of her own wine as she threw her thoughts back on the events of the evening.

“I mean,” Wanda paused, her eyebrows scrunching together slightly. Agatha wanted to run her thumb over the wrinkles. She blinked, where had that thought come from?

Running her fingers around the rim of her glass, Wanda continued. “I really enjoy being your submissive, but I was able to control my powers and emotions better when I’m the one in control.”

Agatha could practically feel the young woman’s mind trying not to split itself in two, waging a war between its dominant and submissive mindset. Moving forwards and setting her wine glass down, Agatha moved to kneel between Wanda’s thighs. She reached up, her hand gently resting on the redhead’s jaw as she waited for green eyes to meet her own.

“You can be both. People aren’t just one thing, hon.”

Realization dawned, Wanda’s skin smoothing over as her eyes widened fractionally. “Oh.” She felt a bit foolish, but Agatha must have still been in her head, because she chuckled and shook her head.

“It’s alright if you like being dominant more, sweet cheeks. Whatever makes you the most comfortable will make your partner the most comfortable.” Agatha returned to her seat, sipping her wine as she studied Wanda’s face.

She was nodding, her red hair falling slightly over her shoulder as she did so. Her fingers still absentmindedly played with the rim of her glass, her eyes focused on the carpet in front of her. Taking a quick peek into her mind, Agatha was pleased to see that Wanda was sorting through her thoughts, placing different emotions into boxes.

Confusion, in a box. Relief, in a box. Curiosity, in a box. Clarity, in a box. Understanding, in a box.

The storms in those green eyes cleared, and Wanda looked up with a small smile on her face. “Well,” she drawled, taking a sip of her drink as she met dark blue eyes. “In that case, I quite enjoyed that experience.”

She finished her wine, her mind already swirling with ideas. She could feel Agatha’s smug look from across the room, the woman looking far too pleased with herself. Flexing her fingers, Wanda recalled the way she’d left bruises on the young girl’s hip as she gasped into her ear.

Looking up, she mirrored the smirk Agatha wore. “I’d quite like to do it again.”

A wild cackle sounded throughout the room, sounding every last bit like a gleeful witch as wine flowed as freely as Wanda’s newfound love of dominance. That night, a new string of fate was formed, connecting a powerful redhead on the verge of revelation, and a young girl, still trembling from the feel of a gun in her hands.

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sapphicmeltdown · 3 months

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It finally happened !

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fakeagatha · 6 months

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a headcanon about harkximoff having a stablished relationship in westview? 🥺

hex or after hex, whatever you want :))

A/N: I'm still not 100% on what an established relationship is but I hope I got it right :)

I have 1 more request that's been in my inbox for months, I promise I'm getting to it, I can only use my laptop because I have no storage on my phone! (I use Wattpad for oneshots)

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Wandagatha in an Established Relationship Headcanons

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🔮Agatha entered Westview with the goal to defeat Wanda and steal her powers, so she wasn't expecting to instead fall in love with her.

❤️‍🔥In the beggining, Agatha was extremely jealous of Vision, but at the same time didn't want to hurt Wanda.

🔮When Vision "died", Agatha was somewhat relieved.

❤️‍🔥To Agatha's own surprise, she had mercy. Her plans on stealing Wanda's powers couldn't go through the way she had planned because God, she loved this woman.

🔮So instead, she pretended to loose the battle.

❤️‍🔥Long story short, something inside Wanda went off, and she let Agatha free.

🔮Wanda rebuilt the houses and buildings in Westview, so it could function like a neighborhood once again, even though many people avoided stepping foot in the borders.

❤️‍🔥It was awkward for Wanda and Agatha to be neighbors again, but they managed to rebuild their relationship in a different way.

🔮In a few words, Wanda realized that she was also into women, and Agatha was proud of herself for that.

❤️‍🔥Fast forward a few months, Wanda used her powers to turn their houses into one, as they decided to move in together.

🔮It was great for both of them, waking up next to each other, or Wanda complaining to Agatha about not flushing the toilet.

❤️‍🔥Agatha normally lied in, which gave Wanda the opportunity to attempt to make her breakfast in bed.

🔮Most of the time, it went perfectly, and Agatha fell more and more in love with her.

❤️‍🔥But neither of them will ever forget the time that Agatha spilled baked beans all over the bedsheets when Wanda attempted to make an English breakfast.

🔮One day, Wanda had decided to surprise Agatha by making an entire room for Señor Scratchy, which included a large cage, beds, toys, his food and water stations, basically a paradise for him.

❤️‍🔥Agatha was so delighted that she then surprised Wanda with a cat, named Ebony.

🔮They changed up the room and added a cat tower as well, and they were both so proud of their children.

❤️‍🔥Agatha has the habit of not closing the toilet seat after using it, and it drives Wanda crazy, so it's normal to hear her yelling "Agatha, the toilet!!" At random times throughout the day.

🔮Wanda has a habit of forgetting where she's left things, which is the reason the two are often late to their duties.

❤️‍🔥Agatha is purely what you would call a "Facebook Mom", possible because of her age, but it makes Wanda's day when she's at work sees a marvelous, blurry selfie of Agatha, the lense way too close or too far away from her face, and a very awkward angle.

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AGATHA HARKNESS MASTERLIST:

WHO I WILL WRITE FOR: Kathryn Hahn, Agatha Harkness (MCU), Claire Debella (Glass Onion), Eve Fletcher (Mrs. Fletcher), Carla (Bad Moms)

Morning After (smut, fluff)

$ting (smut)

Say Yes To Heaven (smut, fluff)

Evergreen (smut, angst)

Manipulation Tactics (smut, angst)

How To Get Away With Murder (smut, dark!!!, angst)

Stockholm Syndrome (smut, dark!!)

Let Me Love You (fluff, dark!!)

Hoax (Claire Debella) (fluff)

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wvndagore · 1 year

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Hi hi, it’s me @maxilust for some reason my account got terminated so… yeah? I contacted tumblr support and hopefully they give it back, man 🤷🏽‍♀️ I’ll be here since, well I can’t login or do anything in my old acc 😞 anyways hiii

I GOT THE ACCOUNT BACK !! but i’m keeping this account in case it gets terminated again or something 😨👎

#wanda maximoff #wanda smut #wanda x agatha #wanda x reader #wanda x you #maxilust #if you’re my mutual hiii :3 #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader

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cissa-calls · 2 days

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Countdown to Agatha: Day 778

Wanda: “I like how you rocketed up into the sky after murdering your mother and looting her corpse. You decided to go 3, 2, 1, BLAST OFF!”

Y/N: “Agatha, were you actually the inspiration for how rockets launches worked? You did predate them and all…”

Agatha, who thought she just looked cool: “I regret showing you those memories…”

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satanic-nightjar · 4 months

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Agatha: You’ve been watching tv all day, why don’t you go read something?

Wanda: [puts on subtitles]

Agatha:

#marvel #mcu #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #incorrect wanda maximoff #agatha harkness #incorrect agatha harkness #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect mcu quotes #wandavision #harximoff #wagatha #wanda x agatha

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lucentcosmos · 11 months

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Wanda and Agnes (attempted that barbie meme on twitter very messily before it dies off)

#wandavision #wanda x agatha #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness #scarlet witch #marvel mcu #marvel fanart #mcu fanart #marvel cinematic universe #wagatha #fanart #own art #lol <3

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tempusilva · 10 months

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Mais um desenho da Wanda

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hopelesslygaysstuff · 7 months

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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+

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Don't Cry, It Turns Me On

“Can I try?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anything.

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