Enchanted

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You abruptly woke up, feeling a wave of nausea wash over you. Your stomach churned uncomfortably, and the overwhelming sensation of being sick forced you to scramble out of bed and rush to the bathroom. You barely made it to the toilet in time, hunching over and vomiting repeatedly.

The absence of Natasha only heightened your emotions, and tears welled up in your eyes. You clutched the edge of the toilet, the solitude only adding to your already distressed state.

You looked back in the bedroom in desperation, searching for any sign of your girlfriend, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Natty?” you called out for her, weak and nauseous, your voice growing more desperate with each hoarse call. “Nat?”

“Lybov?” Wanda called on the door. She heard you call for Natasha with a hoarse voice, panic instantly shot through her and she flung open the door to the bathroom, only to find you hunched over the toilet retching and weeping.

Kneeling beside you, she gathered your hair away from your face and held it in a ponytail, gently rubbing soothing circles to soothe your upset stomach.

After what felt like an eternity, the last wave of nausea finally subsided, and you collapsed against Wanda, your body weak and shaky. She held you close, her arms wrapping around you protectively as she murmured soothing words into your ear.

“It's alright, I’m here.”

Wanda gently took a tissue from the nearby countertop and carefully wiped your mouth, gently removing any remaining vomit. The overwhelming smell of your own vomit caused your stomach to churn once more. She looked down at you as you looked up at her. For a brief moment, you suddenly broke down, a sob escaping your lips, raw and uncontrollable. Your tears spilled from your eyes, and you huddled against your best friend, your body shaking with the force of your crying. Your sobbing grew more intense, Wanda's panic rose, her heart aching at the sight of your distress. She held you tighter, her arms wrapping around you protectively as she tried to soothe your anguish.

“Shh, shh, it's alright,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I've got you, lyubov. I've got you.”

Wanda eased you back onto the bed, her gentle touch guiding you carefully. Just as you leaned against the pillows, the door creaked open, and Natasha appeared, a tray in her hands. She carried a plate of freshly cooked pancakes, topped with a generous dollop of strawberry jam, the aroma of sweetness filling the room. It was your favorite that she always made but right now you fought hard not to want to eat it.

“I want to sleep.”

Natasha, despite the tension in the air, gently insisted, “Detka, you need to eat.”

Wanda remained standing awkwardly in the room, caught in the middle of the tense exchange between you and Natasha. Her eyes darted between the two of you, unsure of what to do or say to ease the mounting tension. But one thing for sure is that she likes how you’re being stubborn and hard with your girlfriend, as you should, she said in her mind.

Natasha picked up the plate of pancakes, but you only huffed in response trying to fight the sweet aroma wafting through the air as she held it out towards you.

“No!” you tucked yourself back in the bed covering your whole body so you wouldn't get the smell of the freshly cooked pancakes.

“Give it to me.” Natasha's grip on the plate of pancakes tightened at Wanda's words. She despised the idea of you listening to Wanda instead of her, she’s your girlfriend for god’s sake. But knowing that this is the only way to ensure you'll eat, she reluctantly handed over the plate to Wanda, her expression betraying her frustration and jealousy.

“I think Y/N would appreciate it if you go out that door right now,” she tried to soften the blow with a gentle smile, but Natasha knew that the witch was really trying to get into her. It took all her self-control to suppress her initial reaction of anger. Instead, she simply nodded tight lipped, biting back any biting retorts that threatened to spill from her lips.

Natasha looked at the comforter you're hiding from, “Detka, please eat. I’ll be right back.” You only huffed, rolling your eyes beneath the thick blanket.

As soon as your girlfriend was out of the door. Wanda sat on your bed, she made sure that she's not sitting on your leg. “Lyubov, I know you're hungry.”

“No, I’m sleepy. I don't want to eat.” You groggily respond, trying your best to keep yourself awake.

“I know you're sleepy, I know you're tired, but that's all the more reason to eat something. You need to keep your strength up, especially now that you're pregnant. Think of the baby. The baby needs you to eat and be healthy.”

“Lyubov?” Wanda called again, as she waited for a response. But when she heard nothing, she carefully peeked over the blankets. There she saw you, fast asleep, your face relaxed and peaceful in slumber. She let out a sigh and carefully, she tucked the comforter around you, making sure to leave your head free from its cozy confines.

Wanda gently set the plate back down on the tray beside your bed and covered it. She looked at you for a moment, her heart filled with affection as she watched you sleep. Without a sound, she then quietly left the room, closing the door softly behind her.

“Did she eat?” Natasha inquired as soon as she saw Wanda, she was actually waiting for her but Wanda remained silent, her expression betraying nothing. Natasha took that as a sign and a smug look at her face, confirming her suspicion that you also didn't listen even to your best friend. Wanda saw the look on Natasha's face and immediately felt the need to defend herself.

“She fell asleep immediately,” Wanda finally spoke up, annoyed by Natasha's reaction.

A heavy silence fell over the two of them after Wanda's words. Natasha fidgeted nervously, her eyes darting around the room while Wanda was preparing herself some orange juice. The weight of the silence became unbearable and finally, Natasha broke it.

“Wanda, I know I messed up with Y/N and I know you're upset about it. I want to fix things and make it up to her, but I can't do that if you're constantly standing in my way.”

Natasha continued, her voice growing more earnest and frustrated. “Please, Wanda. I apologize for hurting your friend, let me fix my mistake. I care about your best friend deeply, and I don't want to lose her love because I was a stupid. I know I screwed up, but I promise I'll do better. Just give me a chance.”

Wanda's gaze softened just a bit as she saw the sincerity in Natasha's eyes, but she still wasn't fully convinced. As your friend or best friend, she needed to look out for you and make sure you weren't hurt again.

“Do you remember what I said to you through comms?” the witch asked.

“I do,” Natasha replied, “you'd kill me if anything happened to Y/N and the baby.”

Wanda hummed, “Good, you remember. I want you to keep that in mind,” she firmly reiterated before exiting the kitchen leaving your girlfriend alone.

⧗

After an hour of peaceful sleep, you finally stirred, slowly opening your eyes. This time, there was no lingering dizziness or nausea, but a nagging hunger pang made itself known in your stomach. You sat up in bed, groggily rubbing your eyes, your thoughts immediately turning to the need to satisfy your appetite.

You remembered the pancakes your girlfriend made for you. There, you noticed the tray that Natasha had brought earlier, adorned with the pancakes still waiting for you.

Hungry and eager, you picked up the plate of pancakes and began devouring the.. The taste of sweetness and warmth filled your mouth with each bite, each mouthful satisfying the ache in your stomach. You could feel the texture of the pancakes, the sticky sweetness of the fresh strawberry with the syrup mingling with the fluffy softness as you hurriedly finished each bite. Within a matter of minutes, you had nearly cleaned the whole plate, no crumbs and syrup marks remaining.

Natasha slowly eased open the door, peeking her head into the room. You glanced up at her briefly, your expression flat as you remained in bed. Your bad mood was evident, and you made no attempt to acknowledge her presence. She entered the room quietly, sensing your mood but still approaching you anyway.

Natasha tried to engage you in conversation, her voice gentle and careful.

“Hey, detka. Did you have a good sleep?”

You don't know why you are being like this, but you cannot actually stand the presence of your girlfriend. Is it because of the other night? Maybe. Is it because earlier that she was nowhere to be found when she literally said that she'll be here for you? Maybe.

Your cold attitude was evident as you placed the plate back on the tray with a loud thud, the sound so forceful and sharp that one might worry it had been broken.

Natasha flinched at the noise, her eyes widening slightly as she watched you set the plate down. Your irritation was palpable, and even the harsh sound you made didn't seem to bring you any satisfaction.

“You finished the pancake, I see,” she winced. You met her gaze with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms, your expression unamused and aloof.

“Can you not talk?” you demanded.

Natasha tried to soothe you, but she was quickly cut off by your next outburst.

“Det—”

“Can you not breathe?” you continued, your voice getting louder to Natasha's liking. Your girlfriend was taken aback by your demand but held her breath instinctively.

“Can you just…just leave?!” you finally shouted as you flail your hands, your demand and mood only worsening.

And with that your girlfriend hurriedly made her way out of the room. Natasha gasped for air, her breaths coming out shaky and fast. The redhead was terrified to do anything that might only fan the flames of your mood.

“Hey Auntie Nat.”

“Fuck!” Natasha hissed in surprise as she heard a small voice call her name. She looked down to see Morgan standing in front of her, startled by the unexpected presence of the child. Her heart was still racing from your mood swings and the sight of Morgan only made her gasp for air once more.

Natasha took a deep breath to calm herself, and a slight smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she looked down at her goddaughter. “Hey, kid whatchu here for?”

Morgan's small voice piped up, “I wan’ see Aunt Y/N.”

Natasha quickly shifted gears, determined not to let the kid witness your moodiness. So the redhead found herself awkwardly explaining to Morgan that you are not in a good mood right now, trying to skirt around the truth in a way that the kid would understand. But Morgan, being a curious and innocent kid, kept firing off questions.

“Aunt Y/N is resting now.” Natasha started.

“Is she sick?” the kid asked, her voice full of innocent confusion. “I really wan’ see her.” she pouts.

“No, no, she's not sick,” Natasha replied immediately, “Well, she was.”

“She was sick?” Morgan repeated Natasha's words, still puzzled and now worried for you.

Natasha bit her lip, mentally sighing at the kid's persistence. She’s trying to remain patient despite the barrage of questions.

“Okay…” Natasha sighed kneeling in front of the kid, “You see, your Aunt Y/N is sick, but she's getting better,” Natasha said, she pushed some hair on the kid’s face using her slender fingers, “but she's very sensitive right now, and seeing people might stress her out. So it's best if we don't disturb her…for now.”

Natasha paused, Morgan always wanted to go to the compound’s gym but her father didn't want her to see the team training and sparring there. The redhead was quick to ask the little Morgan, “What about we go to the gym?”

The kid thought about it for a brief moment, her enthusiasm momentarily diminished as she thought of you. She had brought lots of hair ties, ribbons and hair brushes to play with you, and she’s really excited to see you. So when the kid hesitantly nodded Natasha smiled at her, and she reached out to pinch her cheek affectionately before she took Morgan's hand in hers, her small fingers intertwining the redhead’s.

As the two were making their way to the gym, they happened to bump into Maria.

“Nat!” Maria called. “How are you? How's Y/N and the little bean?”

“We’re all okay, how's your shoulder?” Natasha asked her partner, inquiring about her injury that she had during the last mission.

The two fell into a deep conversation, neither of them noticed Morgan carefully slipping away from Natasha’s grasp. She quietly tiptoed down the hallway, her small feet barely making a sound as she moved towards your room.

You were lying on your bed, your mind in a storm of mixed emotions, when you heard the distinct sound of the door handle turning. At first, you only saw the door opening with no one at the entrance. But then, your gaze shifted downward and your eyes landed on the small figure of Morgan, standing at the doorway.

Immediately, a warm smile spread across your face as you saw Morgan standing at the door. You sat up in bed, your expression softening.

“Hi little girl,” you said in a gentle voice as if you didn't sound like a dragon shouting at your girlfriend earlier. You patted the spot on the bed next to you. “What are you doing here?”

Morgan, who's very excited to see you eagerly trotted into the room, her small feet pattering against the floor. She climbed up onto the bed and sat next to you. The kid looked up at you, her small frame barely taking up any space on the bed. “I wanted to see you,” she said, her voice filled with eagerness.

Morgan's simple but heartfelt confession touched your heart, melting away some of the storm emotions you're feeling a while ago. You smiled at her, your eyes softening as you looked down at the sweet little kid sitting beside you.

“Aww, that's really sweet of you. I'm glad you came to see me. Whatchu got there, Morgan?” You reached out and ruffled her hair affectionately.

Morgan's eyes lit up as she showed you the set of cute ties, a variety of ribbons, glittered hairpins and mini scrunchies and hair brushes she had brought with her.

“I brought it so we can play salon,” she said, her tone filled with innocent eagerness.

“Want me to tie your hair?” You asked and the kid’s small head nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

With a gentle smile, you patted your lap, she quickly moved to settle onto your lap comfortably. You began to sift through the hair ties and brushes that she had laid out before you, asking her which one to use first and the ones she likes.

You started to tie Morgan's hair, she couldn't help but giggle with excitement. Every now and then, she would let out a small gasp or a squeal as you pulled a lock of hair into place. She occasionally turned her head to look up at you with a big smile on her face, expressing her joy at the play time you were having together.

After completing the hairstyle, you reached over to your bedside table and pulled out a small compact mirror. You handed the mirror to the little girl sitting on your lap, a smile on your lips.

“Look at that!” You beamed, “You look so beautiful, little miss Potts!”

Morgan took the mirror and looked at her reflection, her eyes widening with delight. She admired the hairstyle you had just done for her, her hand touching the butterfly clips curiously.

“Thanks aunt Y/N!”

“You're welcome,” you squeak, poking Morgan’s cheek that made her giggle, “Can you call uncle Thor for me? Love?”

The kid eagerly nodded and immediately sprinted towards the door.

“Careful love!” You yelled out to her.

⧗

“So? What's up with Y/N?”

“She doesn't want me to breathe,” Natasha sighed plopping herself to the sofa and that made the team burst into laughter.

Natasha's face scrunched up slightly as she spoke, “I didn't know that being angry when your partner is breathing was included in the package deal of pregnancy.”

Clint held his hands up, trying to contain his laughter, “Ah, pregnancy rage. It's a thing alright.”

“Laura, you know,” he started, laughing between his words, “One minute, she would be laughing uncontrollably at my joke, and the next, she would be yelling at me for forgetting to put the toilet seat down. I swear, I slept on the couch more during those nine months than I ever did!”

Thor clapped a hand on Natasha's shoulder, his voice filled with booming Asguardian laugh. “That’s not pregnancy rage, it's the joys of pregnancy!”

Maria smiled warmly at her partner, “Just be patient with her,” she suggested gently.

“I won't get tired, I don't have the reason to,” she asserted. A slight smile tugged at her lips as she continued, “In fact, I find it cute and scary. I can handle it.”

“Oh wait until she makes you sleep on the floor or couch, I’m here when you have back pains already.”

As the conversation continued, the group's attention was abruptly interrupted and it was none other than Morgan, who came charging into the room with a big smile on her face.

“Uncle Thor, Uncle Thor!”

Thor chuckled as Morgan practically threw herself at him, his strong arms effortlessly catching the little girl.

“Morgan, you ditched Auntie Nat, where did you go?” she asked, pouting at the girl. Then, noticing the girl's hair, she added, “And your hair looks so beautiful!”

“Auntie Y/N did my hair!” the little girl announced proudly, her face lit up with a bright smile.

Clint suddenly spoke up, a puzzled look on his face. “Wait, Nat,” he began. “I thought Y/N is in a bad mood and doesn't wanna see people. How come she did Morgan's hair?”

“Oh no, I think Y/N only doesn't wanna see Nat…” she whispered, her teeth grazing her lower lip as she looked at her partner.

“Aunt Y/N want Uncle Thor in her bedroom.” Morgan mumbled innocently and everyone's attention honed in on her.

Natasha immediately tensed, her eyes widening with disbelief and possessiveness.

“Why on earth does she want Uncle Thor in our bedroom?” She leaned forward, her voice sharp as she repeated the question, emphasizing the word “our.”

The little girl shrugged innocently. She then promptly hopped off Thor's lap, her small hand gripping his fingers with surprising strength. Her voice carried a tone of innocent excitement as she tugged gently on his hand.

“C'mon, Uncle Thor,” she urged, her small figure already setting off in the direction of your shared bedroom.

Thor's eyes shifted nervously to Natasha, seeking her approval before proceeding. After all, she was your girlfriend, and he wasn't sure why you had specifically requested his presence in your room, and your girlfriend has no idea too which is making her crazy.

Natasha released an exasperated sigh, she crossed her arms before Clint spoke up, breaking the palpable tension in the room with his words.

“Guys, you really think Y/N would do something immoral?” Clint asked in disbelief. After a brief pause he told Thor to go.

Thor nodded slowly, his expression contemplative as his eyes darted towards Natasha who was looking at the ceiling, her frustration evident in the way she chewed on her lower lip and crossing her arms together tightly. Before anyone could say anything else, Morgan impatiently tugged on Thor's hand, her young energy fueling her impatience.

As the little girl pushed open the door to your room, Thor followed closely behind her. The door closed quietly behind them as Morgan led Thor further inside, her small hand still wrapped around his calloused fingers.

“What's up, Asguardian?” you greeted, your arms crossed, cocking your brows at him playfully.

“I’m good and delighted to be here, how about you? How are you feeling Y/N?” Thor replied with his usual charm.

His voice seemed to have a profound effect on you, causing your cheeks to flush lightly, and you responded softly, “I'm doing good, Thor. Well, thank you for accepting my invite.”

Morgan quickly ran towards your bed and in a moment, she plopped down in your lap, a giggle escaping her. The little girl snuggled against you, her small frame feeling warm and soft against your own.

You gestured gently and patted the edge of the bed, silently inviting Thor to take a seat.

“Y/N…” he called out your name very carefully, “I don't think Natasha will like—” but you cut him off mid-sentence. Without giving him a chance to finish, you retorted, “She's not here, is she?”

The Asguardian froze in place, he knew better than to deny you. He has heard your girlfriend rant about your mood swings and he has no intention of provoking or triggering your pregnancy rage which he calls joys of pregnancy and he’s now taking it back.

“I think you can sit on the floor while I sit at the edge of the bed,” you smiled innocently pointing at the floor between your legs.

Thor slowly settled himself between your legs, the metal components of his armor clinking against each other. His broad back was facing you and his heart was beating fast calling all the gods he knew, to his surprise you began to run your fingers through his hair, gently fixing the locks and neatening his usually unruly mane. Then, you requested Morgan to hand you the biggest brush with glitter and ribbon resins on it.

And that to set Thor at ease. He breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that you were just simply intending to do his hair.

As you continued to brush through Thor's hair, you found yourself admiring its beauty and thickness. The golden locks felt soft and smooth under your touch, and you couldn't help but marvel at the healthy and radiant appearance of his hair.

“I hope my baby will have your hair.” You whispered and Thor just nervously chuckled. “Can you ask the goddesses you know if they can make my baby's hair like this?” you peeked at his side.

Thor took a deep breath, choosing his words with extreme caution, “I know some of the goddesses of my realm,” he repeated, his voice laced with nervousness. He knew he was treading on thin ice, both literally and figuratively, as he tried to find the right words to explain.

“But I cannot guarantee that they can grant such a boon,” he continued, his voice softer. “You understand, right? These things are…not completely within my control.”

“Blah, blah, blah…”

Thor's heart thumped loudly in his chest, he cannot believe that a human is making him feel dangerously scared and nervous!

“You could have said no, Thor,” You handed him a mirror, “Okay your hair is all done and pretty.” Thor held the mirror, taking a moment to regard his freshly braided locks with a lot of pink ribbons and sparkly pins in there, he then saw you at the mirror behind him with a small grin tugging at the corners of your lips.

“The payment is my baby having your hair, if that really is not possible I guess I’ll just have to settle with another redhead,” you said as the Asguardian stood. Right now you only have two choices, making Thor ask for a goddess that can grant your wish or just accept the fact that your baby will have the same hair as your girlfriend, your hair is not even on the choices.

As Thor stepped towards the door, a thought crossed your mind and you called out to him, “Oh, and Thor,” to which he turned back to face you. You added cheerfully, “Tell Jane I said hi!”

Thor nodded with a smile on his face and waved at you before disappearing in your room. You now turned your focus on Morgan behind you who’s too focused on placing the hair ties on the bed, “So, who's our next client?”

Natasha has been staring at Thor, Yelena and Wanda who’s in a kitchen laughing and admiring each other’s hair. You also called Yelena and Wanda for you to have their hair done with glittery ribbons and hairpins.

“I want my hair done like that too!” Natasha whined as she was unable to contain her jealousy, she actually doesn't know if she wants her hair done like that or she was more interested in getting your attention than the actual hairstyle itself.

Clint couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at Natasha's pouty expression. He reached over and gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder, a knowing smirk on his face.

“Maybe you can ask Morgan if they accept walk-ins.”

⧗

It had been three weeks since the initial pregnancy was revealed, and now you found yourself in the fifteenth week of your pregnancy. Over time, your baby bump has grown more prominent, a visible evidence of the life growing inside you. The symptoms such as morning sickness and cravings had lessened slightly, but a new set of discomforts had taken their place. Your body felt heavier, your feet were swollen, and there were times when you felt exhausted and sluggish.

As for Natasha, Clint had been true to his warnings, and you had banished Natasha to the couch. Your irritation and mood swings were becoming more and more intense as your pregnancy progressed, and you found it increasingly difficult to tolerate even the smallest actions from your girlfriend. Although Natasha was being nothing but loving and supportive, your pregnancy hormones had rendered you quite irritable, causing you to snap at her often…and grew distant to her.

There are also specifically weird things that grew into you like you being not able to go a day without touching Thor’s silky golden locks, which made your girlfriend extremely jealous whenever you ask for Thor and whenever she had to watch you get to play with his hair.

And the food cravings had taken a strange and unexpected turn. There was this one time, you had a hankering for a mango, but it couldn't just be any mango; it had to be from India and you want Natasha to get it, not anyone. Tony, always eager to appease you, even if it meant borrowing one of his jets he arranged for Natasha to go to India to get you those specific mangos you wanted. And the moment Natasha returned, you just placed the mangos in the refrigerator and simply stared at them. Every time you opened the fridge, you made sure the mangos were there, almost as if they were a security blanket.

Sam, who just came back from a mission, was unaware of your mango situation and he accidentally ate one. When you checked the fridge and noticed that one mango was missing, you lost your temper and stormed through the compound, determined to find the culprit who had dared to touch your sacred mangos. Thanks to Natasha for saving Sam from your raging wrath, she immediately replaced it and told you that it just fell god knows where in the fridge but you immediately bought it though.

Today, your pregnancy cravings had struck again, like always and this time, you found yourself craving Wanda's famous paprikash. The thought of the rich, spicy dish made your stomach growl. Wanda, upon hearing of your desire, was absolutely delighted. She was thrilled to cook her speciality for you.

Your eyes lit up as Wanda approached, she carried a steaming plate of paprikash, the rich red sauce clinging to the edges and the golden, tender vegetables visible within. You could almost taste the dish already, your mouth watering in anticipation. Wanda reached the table, placing the plate in front of you with a radiant smile on her face.

You smiled up at your bestfriend, thanking her for the meal before taking a spoonful of the dish. The spicy, fragrant flavors exploded on your taste buds, the warmth of the food coating your tongue. After a moment of pure satisfaction, you placed the spoon back down, once again just staring at the food. Wanda, who had resumed her cleaning at the kitchen counter noticed you not touching your food, furrowing her brow in confusion at your lack of enthusiasm for the food. She knew how much you had been craving it, so why weren't you eating more?

“Lyubov? Is there something wrong?” Wanda asked, worried that you didn't like her cooking. But she always cooks her paprikash the same way so nothing could go wrong.

You quickly reassured her, the words tumbling out of your mouth. “No, Wanda, it's perfect, but I think it's not that spicy for me.”

Wanda chuckled at your comment. “Y/N, I actually reduced the spice because I know you're quite sensitive to spicy foods,” she explained.

“Well it's not that spicy to me.” You said flatly which made Wanda freeze in place, your attitude shifting from being ecstatic about the food and being cold about it.

Your actions seemed almost frenzied as you suddenly stood up, rummaging through the cabinets to find a hot sauce. With a splash, you poured almost half an amount of hot sauce onto the plate of paprikash, the vibrant red sauce mixing with the redder colors of the dish.

Wanda watched all of this in stunned silence, her mind racing to make sense of your behavior. Weird pregnancy cravings, she thought to herself.

You took a spoonful of the food again, now satisfied at the level of spiciness of the food.

“I’m full,” You announced as you pushed the plate away.

“Y/N, you've only had two spoons.” Wanda scolded, placing her hands at her waist. She glanced at the barely touched food on the plate, confusion etched on her face. How could you possibly be full after eating such a small amount, especially when you had just drenched it with hot sauce? It seemed like your pregnancy cravings were reaching new heights.

“Where’s Natnat?” you asked as you tap the table impatiently, when you were about to stand you saw your girlfriend entering the kitchen.

“Hey, I was looking for you. I’m gonna go to the grocery do you want some—”

“Eat,” you cut her off not minding a word coming out of her mouth.

Natasha didn't hesitate and approached you immediately. She enveloped you in a tight hug, planting a tender kiss on the side of your forehead like she always does whenever she sees you. You clung to her for a brief moment before abruptly pulling away, creating a physical and emotional distance. It's no new to Natasha actually, since the incident you grew distant to her but she couldn't pinpoint if it was due to the hormones associated with your pregnancy or if you haven't forgiven her yet.

You haven't been affectionate to her and you haven't been actually intimate to each other and it's been so hard for Natasha…literally.

Natasha took a seat across from you at the table, you pushed the bowl of paprikash to her, “Here, eat.”

“Oh, okay.”

When Natasha took a bite she immediately felt the burning sensation on her tongue. Her eyes water as she tries to suppress the urge to cough. She didn't want to let on that the food was too spicy, not wanting to dampen your efforts in making her eat.

Wanda, however, simply tightened her lips, saying nothing as she watched Natasha try to maintain her composure.

You watched Natasha struggling with the food, completely oblivious to the fact that it was too spicy for her. You asked, “Good?”

Natasha, just responded with a tight smile, her eyes watering from the spiciness. “Y-yeah, it is,” she forced herself to say, hoping to avoid further questions. She looked back to Wanda who just gave her an awkward smile.

“Wanda cooked it. But I contributed by adding some generous amount of hot sauce.” You said plainly as you watch her like a hawk watching its prey eat.

“Thanks, Wanda,” your girlfriend managed to say between coughs, “Generous amount of hot sauce, huh,” she added, as she wiped her forehead that began to gleam with sweat as she took another bite.

Yelena entered the kitchen and saw Wanda watching you and your girlfriend, “So what are we watching?” the blonde asked.

“Let's just say that Y/N craved my paprikash, had two bites and she made her girlfriend eat it and now she's having some fun watching her girlfriend finish the food.”

“Did you notice that she has been watching Natasha eat for like a week now?” Yelena whispered to the redhead.

“Yeah, we bring in her favorite foods or Natasha gets them herself, only for her to end up consuming almost all of it while Y/N watches her, because if she won't, it's the end for your sister.”

The blonde's voice dropped to a murmur, when an intriguing theory just came up in her mind, “Is it like a... kink thing or something? Y'know watching your partner eat brings you pleasure...” she then stopped when she saw Wanda staring at her in disbelief.

“Seriously, Yelena?” she snapped as she crossed her arms, “I doubt it's that. Y/N is pregnant, hormones and cravings do weird things.”

Yelena, never one to back down, pointed another idea she had in mind, “And horny things.” Wanda could only let out an exasperated sigh.

“Why in the hell Natasha is all red?” Yelena whispered as she looked at her sister who looked like a tomato, she then let out a gasp as she spotted a familiar hot sauce bottle at the table.

you love your girlfriend, so much. so much it hurts. hurts when she barely looks at you while your standing in the doorway of her office while she chats away with mrs romanoff about you like you aren't there.

"no i totally understand. she should be taking your class more seriously. i'd be happy to help," wanda looked at you briefly, her previously red hair now dyed blonde, and a sly smile.

"thank you again wanda. like i said, i'd do it myself but i dont have time with everything going on." mrs romanoff stood up and wanda smiled.

"its never a problem. I'm always willing to help a friend," wanda looked at you finally, and smiled softly at you. something anyone else would brush off. not you, you know what that meant.

the second natasha had walked out, wanda shut the door and locked it tightly, turning towards you with her back on the door. "poor baby, struggling in a class," wanda walked towards you and cupped your sleepy face, "coulda just asked mommy for help, doll face." she smiled softly at you.

" 'M sorry, mommy. can i give you a kiss?" you asked politely, leaning your head into her hand.

"oh, baby you never have to ask," wanda kissed you deeply, and your mind went numb and kissed her back. wanda made you numb with touch, you were consumed by her. all you wanted to do was make your mommy feel good

her hands found their way to the curve of your back, and she pulled you in deeper. her brows scrunched and she pulled away, "so you have a problem with anatomy, huh?"

you felt dumbed down, especially for someone in medical school, but you didn't mind much. when she allowed you to turn your brain off and just focused on her was when you felt the most safe. wanda never made you feel stupid. you nodded at her, burying your face into her pale skin.

"alright, lets get you home, sleepy girl. you can take a nap and we'll start our lesson after," wanda kissed your forehead and scooped you up. she made sure to check the window facing the parking lot, glad it was basically empty. she knew there was always the risk that a student would catch you, but you had always made sure to hide yourself well.

wanda carried you out to the car, your legs wrapped around her waist and wanda holding you tightly. she set you in the passenger seat, kissing your lips and buckling you in. you almost fell asleep right there.

the drive home was a long 30 minutes, wanda's house being a decent distance from the city. it was a large house in the country, far away from anyone else. no one to be scared of here.

wanda had picked up your sleeping body, carrying you into the house. you stirred, your arms tightening around the back of her neck. "mh, welcome back sweets." wanda kissed your temple and set you on the kitchen counter. she had taken off her blazer, left only in a white tee and black slacks. "hungry?" she held up a box of noodles.

"mhh, no, id rather be eaten," you said, slowly unzipping your jacket, revealing the tanktop crop top you were wearing. it fit your breasts perfectly, they were covered in love bites, and your stomach was toned perfectly.

wanda stopped in her tracks, the noodles pouring out on the floor. you giggled softly and batted your eyes at her, stepping down from the countertop. you slid your jeans off your hips, now revealing the pretty pink lace panties you were wearing. you stepped closer to her, cupping her face with your pointer finger, "what have you told me about messes, mommy?'' you asked teasingly. wanda gasped, and fell to her knees to pick up the mess she made, throwing them back in the box.

she stayed there on her knees, looking up at you through her eyelashes. "well, why are you just sitting there? give me my lesson," you grabbed the back of her head and pushed her into your cunt. "get to work, mommy."

wanda gasped, inhaling deeply and groaning. she slid your panties over with her finger and bit her lip. "your soaked already. i haven't done anything." wanda looked up at you.

"just thinking of you gets me worked up. please touch me. been like this all day," you said, tangling your hands into her blonde locks. wanda smiled before licking up your cunt. "oh, just like that baby,'' you closed your eyes and gasped.

she was eating you perfectly, licking your clit at just the right angle. you were riding her face, gasping for air constantly. like you were being drowned in pleasure. her tongue was thrusting into you and her nails gripping the back of your thighs.

"shit, mommy. youre so good. gonna fucking cum, shit," you threw your head back, overwhelmed with pleasure. wanda looked up at you, sucking harder at the sight of you so blissed out. one of her hands trailed to your cunt, slipping two fingers inside. your knees buckled and you gripped the counter tightly.

the older woman picked you up by the back of your thighs and laid you on the counter. "gonna fuck you so well, baby." she said. her fingers curled nicely inside of you, hitting that spot each time. your legs started to shake.

"oh god, 'm cumming, mommy. just like that please don't stop. you're so good at that." you moaned into the room. your legs tightened around wandas head, and for a moment wanda thought this would be the best way to go out.

when you calmed down, wanda pulled away and slipped her fingers into your mouth. you smiled at her and sucked on them softly.

her fingers slipped out of your mouth with a 'pop' and you smirked at her. even though your legs were still trembling, you stood up and practically drug her to her bedroom.

you sat her on her large king-sized bed, and pulled her shirt off of her. her breasts were cupped by a red lacy bra. you groaned and took it off immediately.

your mouth left wet kisses all over her chest, quickly forming love bites everywhere you could. wandas hands were in your hair and she was a mess.

after her chest was covered, you pulled away and walked to the nightstand beside her bed, opened the bottom drawer, and shuffled through it. wanda rarely let you top, so you barely wore the strap. however, you definitely knew how to use it. you were gonna prove it to wanda.

you adjusted the straps to fit your hips perfectly before looking at your lover, "wanna make you feel so nice," you kissed her hip and looked at her lovestruck.

"oh baby. make mommy feel nice, mkay? use me how you please," she cupped your face and smiled down at you.

you shimmied up to her, giving her a loving kiss on her lips before lining up the strap with her entrance. you pushed your hips forward, gasping when the hilt of the strap brushed against your clit. wanda also let out a gasp, her eyes looking lovingly into yours.

you slid out of her, before slamming back in. wanda moaned, scratch your back. "fuck just like that, babygirl," wanda hissed. it only spurred you on, letting out a low growl and picking up the pace.

wanda's legs started to shake, and you grabbed her ankles, setting them on your shoulders. the blonde's eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a moan that sounded straight out of a porno.

"just wanna make you feel good, wanna make my momma feel nice," you said, your hand finding her neck. you applied just enough pressure to send wanda spiraling.

"oh fuck, baby, 'm gonna cum," wanda hissed, her legs trembling against your shoulders. you bit her ankle softly, and nodded.

she let go against you, and you were pushed out of her cunt as she squirted onto you. you let out a soft gasp, setting her thighs down and rubbing them softly.

wanda was still gasping for air, her eyes shut tight. you never had this happen before, at least you've never made wanda squirt. you felt a little proud, but quickly got up to grab a wet washcloth.

when you came back, wanda had sat up, her head tilted back and her legs still lightly trembling. you smiled up at her and washed her thighs. "you were so pretty, momma," you said, kissing her shoulder.

"you did great baby, 'm sorry you didn't finish again." she said softly, stroking your hair. you softly smiled and shook your head.

"its okay, you were amazing." you looked down at her thighs, catching a glimpse of her boobs. a rush of heat spilled down into your cunt, and you quickly looked away.

"i have an idea, c'mere," wanda pulled you up towards her, "now sit up on your knees," she said again. you obeyed and smiled down at her.

you watched as she cupped her own tits, brushing them down your strap. you let out a gasp, "oh god,"

"use me princess, cum all over me," she hissed. not even moments later, you were bucking your hips in between her boobs. desperate whines leaving your mouth

"wish I could actually feel you- bet your boobs feel so nice. already doing so much for me. you're so pretty, so so pretty, mommy. gonna cum," your hands tensed up and you couldn't move them. when you finally got the action back, you growled lowly and pinned her hands above her head. "stick your tongue out," you hissed.

"what?" wanda tilted her head, confused. you huffed in frustration and forced her mouth open, squeezing her jaw.

"so fuckin' dumb, just be quiet, lemme use you," you spit in her mouth after and wanda gasped. "cumming, get ready for my load, sweets," and after that moment you squeezed the hilt of the fake cock, fake cum spurting out as your orgasm washed over you.

you pulled away, flopping down on the bed and regaining your breath. "oh my god," wanda laughed.

you tilted your head and looked at her, "what?

You absolutely hate this place. Sometimes you get the impression that you are surrounded by completely mental people.

You walked across the parking lot and got off your skateboard, quickly waving to your friend Damon Salvatore, who was smoking leaning against the wall of the school building. You would have to talk to him later, as you had a meeting scheduled with the school principal.

Shrugging off the students as you entered the building, you ignored the stares you received and headed toward Ms. Pierce’s office.

You entered without knocking because the door was already open, since she was talking to two other students, and when the strangers got up, they almost tripped over you on their way out. The principal raised her eyes from her notebook to you, and smiled wryly.

“Well, well, Miss Y/L/N.” she said. “I see these encounters of ours are becoming recurrent.”

“I like to be around beautiful women, Miss Pierce.” You stated with a charming smile and crossed arms. The woman laughed lightly as she returned her gaze to her notebook.

“Let me see what happened here.” She mumbled to herself, probably trying to find the notes. “Wow, exposing another student  in the cafeteria.”

You scratched your head impatiently. 

“He was bullying my friend, Miss Pierce.” You clarified. “It was a little joke.”

Pierce let out a wry chuckle as she stood up.

“How about you keep your hands to yourself, huh?” She scoffed, pointing slightly at you and giving you a wink. You frowned. “Out!”

You startled slightly, and Mrs. Pierce giggled, returning to her seat.

You blinked in confusion and turned away, mumbling wryly that she was an excellent professional before you left.

---

Damon was waiting for you outside the room, a few feet ahead in the hallway against his own lockers, and you greet him with a kiss on the cheek quickly.

“How did it go today? Did she say anything interesting?” Damon asked with humor in his voice. You leaned your back against the closet, letting out a chuckle.

“No way.” You replied. “She just told me to keep my hands to myself.”

Damon laughs lightly, while you check your cell phone. And then he touches your arm lightly. When you raise your eyes to him, he signals the corridor.

“New faces.” He nods, and you notice that it’s the same people who bumped into you in the Principal’s office. Now they are accompanied by Matt Donovan, who was clearly showing them around.

“Wow, people keep choosing to come to this place.” You mock, making your friend laugh a little. Damon then checks the clock on his wrist and signals that he needs to get to his history class.  You say goodbye to him, but get distracted by your cell phone again, and then the bell rings, and you have to run to get to the literature room on the other side of the building.

---

You stumble into the room, and all the students turn to look at you.

“What have I missed?” you ask, trying to normalize your breathing after running through the halls.

“The oppressive patriarchal values that determine our education.” replied a girl, who you don’t know the name of.

“Nice.” You grumble with a slight laugh, as you hurry to sit in the back of the room.

“You must love detention, don’t you, Miss Y/L/N? This is your third delay this week.” commented the teacher as soon as you sat down. Several giggles were heard, but you didn’t pay much attention. You threw your bag on the chair and tried to pretend that you were interested in whatever Professor Dorian was teaching.

“Professor Dorian, any chance you could ask Hope to take her Midol before coming to class?” scoffed Landon Kirby, one of the most popular and insufferable boys at this school. You rolled your eyes at the teasing, and leaned back as the rest of the class giggled.

“One of these days Mrs. Mikaelson is going to punch you in the nose, and I’m not going to do anything to stop her.” Dorian replied seriously, wiping the ironic smile off Kirby’s face. “And Hope, I want to thank you for your point of view. I know how hard it must have been to overcome all those years of upper middle-class suburban oppression. It must be hard.” He sneered and then started walking toward the girl who was probably Hope. “But the next time you protest about demanding better food, or whatever it is that white kids protest about, ask them why they don’t buy books written by black people!”

You let out a little laugh, and Professor Dorian looked at you seriously.

“Do you find something funny, Miss?”

You shrugged, straightening your posture.

“Sorry to interrupt your speech, Mr. Dorian.” You say. “But you’re blaming Hope for something she has no control over. Wouldn’t it be better to suggest books written by black women, instead of separating the fights?”

Professor Dorian blinks in irritation at you, while Hope looks in your direction, looking surprised.

“Out. Principal office.” says the professor, and you blink in surprise. “Both of you, by the way! You pissed me off!”

You grumble, and grab your backpack and leave the room, with Hope following behind. But you don’t speak to her, and when you leave the room, you go to opposite sides of the hallway, since you had no intention of seeing the principal at all.

---

You ended up skipping the last two classes of the day while sneaking a smoke with Damon behind the bleachers of the soccer field. 

And then you accepted the ride home that he offered you.

“See you tomorrow, troublemaker.” He said good-bye, and you just nodded as you walked toward the front door.

You go to check on your mother, who has been very sick. She seems like she has been up and moving around for a bit, which is good.

“The school called.” She said as she stood up, and you let out a tired sigh as you threw your backpack on the floor by the door. “Are you trying to get suspended?”

“Oh yeah, that’s my dream.” You scoff, walking toward the kitchen.

“Look, I love you, but this has got to stop!” She exclaims.

“I’m trying, mom.” You retort softly, and your mother walks over to the counter. 

“I know sweetie, but you can’t keep going on like this.” She exclaims tiredly, and then she’s heading down the hall, to go show you the mail. “Another bill came from the hospital today. I don’t know how we are going to pay this one.”

“Jesus Christ, another one?” You exclaim. She nods sullenly. 

“Please. No more fighting.” she states. “My heart can’t take it. We need you to help support this family.”

And then she throws the bills on the floor, and leaves the kitchen. You take a deep breath, trying not to break everything in front of you, and turn to the bills. Some parts were less expensive than others. The problem would be having the money to pay them off.

---

Tuesday started with biology. And you were really pissed off about the whole thing with your mom and your car. The professor asked the groups to dissect frogs, and the damn scalpel he handed out wasn’t cutting anything. So you grabbed your knife hidden in your boot, and angrily pierced the animal. 

“You’ve lost your mind, put that away!” ordered Stefan sitting next to you as he looked around to see if the teacher had seen. You let out an angry sigh and put the item away.

You were bored, and you smoked when you were bored. So you turned the valve on the experimental flame on the bench while putting a cigarette in your mouth, and walked over to light it.

“Dude, what’s the matter with you today?” Stefan asked impatiently, closing the valve and taking the cigarette out of your mouth.

You mumbled without answering, and he let out a dry laugh before going back to writing. Your gaze wandered around the room and you thought that the new kids and Matt Donovan were looking at you from the table in front of you, but they looked away quickly, so you got distracted again.

---

The next class was better because it kept your hands busy. Mechanics with Professor Kaleb Hawkins was interesting as he allowed the students to experiment as much as they wanted. 

At this moment you were welding a car part while trying not to burn your fingers when you heard a male voice next to you.

“Hi, how are you?” the boy said, and as you turned you realized that it was one of the new students. You frowned, confused, as you don’t talk to anyone besides the Salvatores. You realized that you had adopted an aggressive posture, because the boy’s voice trembled a little, and then he quickly said good-bye and left the room. You shook your head and went back to concentrating on the lesson.

“What the hell was that all about?” Damon asked from beside you, and you shrugged.

“I told you there are only crazy people in this school.” You remarked with amusement.

“But we go here.” He retorted with a smile.

“Exactly.”

Damon laughed and turned his attention back to his own activity.

---

In Gym class, the teacher took all the students to the outdoor field, where the football team was practicing. He was more concerned about the team’s performance, so he let the rest of the class do as they pleased. So you and Damon sat down on one of the benches, sharing a cigarette.

And you had about ten minutes of peace before Landon Kirby and one of his friends came to talk to you.

“Hey, what’s up?” asked the brunette, and you looked at him with irony.

“Are you lost?” You replied aggressively, but he didn’t seem intimidated.

“See that girl over there?” He said, pointing quickly toward the field. You followed his finger, and it was the same girl from literature class. “That’s Hope Mikaelson. I want you to go out with her.”

You laughed, shaking your head, and then took a drag on your cigarette.

“As if, preppy.” You denied it as you exchanged a look with Damon, who was grinning in disbelief.

But Landon wasn’t joking.

“Look, she lives with the Saltzman family, and me and my friend Rafael here wanna date the Saltzman twins.” He clarifies. “Their father is kind of crazy, he made a rule…”

“Touching. Really. I’m moved.“ You mock without patience. “But that’s not my problem.”

“Would it be your problem if you were paid a nice fee?”

You let out a dry laugh, looking at him in surprise.

“Are you going to pay me to go out with someone?” you ask, and Landon has a smile on his face as he nods in agreement. You laugh again. “How much?”

“Twenty dollars.”

You raise your eyebrows, really considering this for a second. And then you look toward the field, and watch as Hope fouls a girl to the ground, and you swallow dryly. This girl was going to eat you alive.

“Okay, how about 30 bucks?” Landon next suggests when he sees the foul. 

You thought about the parts of the bills that you needed to pay. And you licked your lips before you spoke.

“Let’s take a good look at this.” You start. ”If I take her to the movies, it will be fifteen dollars. And if we buy popcorn, it’s fifty dollars. I like to buy candy for the girls, so it would be about seventy-five.”

“This is not a negotiation.” Landon retorts angrily. “Take it or leave it, mutt.”

You let out a humorless laugh. 

“But I think it is, Kirby.” You retort, smoking your cigarette again. “Or I’ll go over there now and tell Hope your whole touching little tale.”

Landon blinks in irritation, and lets out a wry laugh. But then he relaxes his posture.

“Eighty dollars.” he says. You smile, throwing the cigarette on the floor and putting it out with your foot. 

“Deal, Curly.” You tell him, and raise your hand in his direction. Landon rolls his eyes, but takes the money from his pocket and hands it to you.

He and his friend then leave, and you settle into your seat.

“You’re crazy.” Damon declares afterwards.

“Yes, I know.” You say, brushing your hair out of your eyes with your hands. “But I need the money, you know why. It’ll be harmless, it’s just a date.”

“I hope you’re right.” He comments with a laugh, turning his attention back to the field. And then practice ends, and you exchange a look with Damon before getting up and walking toward the players’ benches.

You assume your most charming pose as you approach Hope.

“Hey, pretty girl.” You greet her with a smile as she drinks water from a bottle. She frowns in surprise, and has a wry smile on her face. “What’s up?”

“I’m sweating like a pig, how are you?” She answers wryly, and you smile awkwardly.

“Wow, that sounds attractive.” You reply in the same tone, watching her put the bottle of water in her backpack on the bench.

“Oh, yes. My goal in life is to look attractive all the time.” She scoffs, frowning. “But I guess it works, since I got your attention. The world makes sense again.”

She starts walking toward the exit of the camp, and you are a bit taken aback by the irony, but hurry to keep up with her.

“I’ll pick you up on Friday, then.” You tell her, and Hope lets out a laugh.

“Sure, Friday.” She wryly continues walking.

“Hey, it’s the night I take you to places you’ve never seen.”

“To a convenience store on Broadway?” She replies with sarcasm dripping from her voice. “Do you even know my name?”

You laugh.

“Hope.” You answer, but she doesn’t seem impressed. “And I know more than you know.”

“I doubt it. I doubt it very much.” She said ironically and you stopped following her, biting your lip as you watched her walk off the field.

---

Your first attempt to get a date with Hope had not gone well at all, but you are optimistic. And then, on Saturday of that same week, while you and Stefan were at the laundromat on the corner of your house, he noticed something outside through the window.

“Isn’t that the car of the girl you’re being paid to date?” He mocked, and you sighed.

“Don’t talk like that.” you said as you put the coins in the washing machine. “It makes me sound like a psychopath.”

He laughed without looking at you, kneeling on the waiting couch as he looked out the window.

“I think I should look for a new rejection.” You grumble, handing Stefan some coins. “Take care of my clothes while I go talk to her, please.”

Stefan nods in agreement as you leave the establishment. Crossing the street, you look in the direction of Hope’s car. It is nice, and you are watching the tires as she arrives.

“Are you following me?” She asks with a mixture of aggressiveness and surprise. 

“What? Of course not!” You deny it, but with the suspicious look on her face, you try to add. “I was in the laundry room, smarty-pants. I saw your car, and wanted to say hello.”

She lets out a sigh, and shrugs her shoulders, heading for the door. You hurry to stand in front of her, a charming smile on your lips.

“I notice that you don’t talk much.” You remark, and Hope frowns, crossing her arms.

“It depends on the subject.” She says. “Talking about the tires on my car doesn’t cause me a verbal frenzy.”

“You’re not afraid of me, are you?” you ask, and she looks at you incredulously.

“Why would I be afraid of you?”

“Most people are.” You retort, and Hope rolls her eyes.

“Well, I’m not.”

You smile and move a little closer.

“Not afraid, but I bet you’ve imagined me naked, haven’t you?” You tease and give a little wink. Hope keeps her face almost angry.

“Wow, is it that obvious?” She retorts. “I want you so bad, baby.”

She mocks last before bending down slightly and opening the car door, pushing you with the metal.

You let out an impatient sigh as you step back, and she gets into the car and prepares to leave. You stand with your arms folded trying to think how exactly you are going to make this work.

And then Landon Kirby parks his car right behind Hope’s, preventing her from leaving, while the brunette steps out of the vehicle with a smiling, arrogant posture.

“My God, is it idiots’ day today?” Hope complains from inside the car. When Landon passes by her window, she shouts, “Do you mind, dude?”

“Not even a little, bitch.” Landon retorts without looking at her as he walks away. 

But then Hope is backing the car up, and the next moment Landon’s red Cadillac has a big bump mark on the side. You laugh in surprise, not believing that she had actually hit the car.

“My God, you are completely crazy!” Landon shouts as he observes the impact. 

“Oops.” You hear Hope scoff.

You laughed again, before going back to the laundromat. 

---

It was Monday again, and you were trying to have a quiet day. But while you were putting your books away in your locker, Landon approached you.

“When I pay for something, I expect results.” He says, and you close the closet to brace yourself against it.

“I’m trying.”

“Watching that lunatic destroy my car doesn’t count as a date.” He retorts with mild irritation. “If you don’t go out with her, I won’t get Josie. Then get something soon, okay?”

That guy’s audacity pissed you off. 

“I just raised the price.” You tell him, and he looks at you in disbelief.

“Excuse me?”

“One hundred and fifty dollars a date.” You say. “In advance.”

“Forget it.” He said angrily, turning away.

“Then forget about the Saltzmans.”

Landon lets out a grumble and then turns to you again, hurrying to get the money.

“Does these girls have golden tits by any chance?” You scoff, and Landon gives you the middle finger, making you laugh.

“You better get the date, bro.” He says, and you just smile before heading off in the direction of the mechanics’ classroom.

---

You were trying to find the correct melting point for one of the tools when you were approached by the other new kid, a girl this time, and the same boy as the last time you had mechanics. 

“I know what you are trying to do with Hope Mikaelson.” She announces, and you let out a wry chuckle as you continue your attention to the tools in front of you.

“Really? And what are you going to do about it?”

“Help you.”

You blink in surprise as you raise a large metal bar at your eye level to identify its features.

“Why?” you ask, and it is not the girl who speaks next.

“The situation is that my friends Penelope and MG here are in love with Josie and Lizzie Saltzman.” A male voice speaks, and then you look quickly to identify Matt Donovan.

“God, these girls must really have gold tits.” You mumble as you place the iron bar on the table, and take off your protective gloves.

“Believe me when I tell you that their love is pure, they want to date them.” Matt explains as you walk to another table in the room, looking for your notes. “Unlike Landon Kirby, who only wants to use Josie as a trophy.”

“Look, I’m only in this for the money. I don’t give a shit who Kirby is fucking.” You respond without patience, and Penelope and MG seem to get irritated with you, but Matt calms them down.

You make some notes regarding the lesson and walk over to the table to analyze the pictures of the tools as you organize them. MG, Penelope, and Matt follow you.

“Listen, Y/N, we are the ones who planned this story so that Penelope and Josie and MG and Lizzie could date.” Matt says. “Kirby is just the go-between.”

You laugh with surprise.

“And you are going to help me win Hope over?”

“That’s right.” They all say in unison. You turn your attention back to the materials in front of you.

“We’ll investigate what she likes.” Matt says. “You need our help.”

Matt smiled amiably, and you laughed at the posture he assumed.

“Look, we’ll start here.” He began by pulling a piece of paper from his pocket. “On Friday, Elena Gilbert is having a party. It’s the perfect opportunity.”

“Perfect for what?” you ask, looking at him.

“For you to invite Hope.” He clarifies, and you sigh impatiently, already tired of this conversation.

“I’ll think about it.” You say finally and walk to the other side of the room, and this time, they don’t follow you.

---

It was Wednesday, and you and your friends went to a bar to play a bit of pool shortly after school. Your mother had no idea you were here, but she was resting, so she wouldn’t know.

You got a text message from Matt, wanting to meet you along with Penelope and MG, and you laughed when you sent the location. They really weren’t the kind of people who hang around this place.

You were upstairs, drinking some beer when you saw them come in, and nodding slightly to Damon, you went downstairs and walked over to them.

“So, what do you have for me?” you asked, leaning against a wall.

“Before we get started, I have a question.” says Matt. “Is it true that you are on probation?”

You laugh in surprise. “What?”

“Matt, shut up.” said Penelope, tapping her colleague on the shoulder. And then she turned to you. “First thing, Hope hates smokers.”

“Okay, I hate them too.” You mock, but Penelope and Matt look serious, so you sigh, and take out of your pocket your cigarette case, handing it to the girl.

“There is another problem, Josie told me that Hope likes pretty girls.”

They look at you for a moment and you frown.

“Are you saying that I’m not pretty?” you ask, straightening your posture.

“You are beautiful! Penelope, she’s so beautiful, what are you saying?” hurried Matt almost in terror. You wanted to laugh.

MG nods quickly in agreement, and you lean back against the wall.

“Look, I made a list.” Penelope hastens to say, pulling a piece of paper from her shirt pocket. “Hope’s tastes are: Peanut butter blast with whipped cream at the bottom, feminist poetry, painting, punk and alternative music. And there is a list of the CDs she had in her room.”

She says, handing the paper to you. You let out a sigh.

“So should I buy some soup, a book, some paint supplies, and ear plugs for some really noisy concert?”

They shrug, smiling slightly.

“Have you ever been to the Malivore Club, west side of town?” Matt asks.

You chuckle.

“It’s a nice place, but not really my style.”

“Well, it will have to be.” says Penelope. “Her favorite group is playing there tomorrow night.”

You run your fingers through your hair, sighing.

“Come on, Y/N, it’s only for one night.” says Matt. “We’re sure she’ll be there, Pen found the tickets.”

“She also has a black lingerie set.” Added MG and you frown with confusion.

“Why is this relevant?” You asked, and MG looked away, looking embarrassed. You laughed lightly, but didn’t push it. Then you looked at all of them. “Okay, I’ll drop by.”

Matt, MG, and Penelope all let out excited exclamations and then waved goodbye. You laughed and shook your head, wondering what you had gotten yourself into.

---

The Malivore Club was generally frequented by the punk crowd in town, many women from extremist feminist movements hung out here. But in general it was a pretty diverse crowd of rockers, punks, goths and allies. And the drink was cheap.

You received a few curious glances as you walked through the dimly lit corridors of the nightclub, but it was more because these clubs were generally frequented by the same people, and you’re a familiar face.

The place was very crowded, and you had to dodge a lot of people until you reached the main dance floor, trying to find Hope.

You smiled when you finally saw her, in the first row, dancing with a girl who was also from your school. You thought she looked pretty, in her black dress and leather jacket, plus a knee-length black stocking and dark boots on her feet. She might have looked intimidating, but she was still very pretty.

You don’t quite understand why your heart races at the image of her dancing and smiling, so you think it best to get a drink, and turn toward the bar.

You sit there, trying to decide how you are going to approach her, but then Hope is coming toward the bar, and you disguise yourself by looking the other way.

“You don’t give up, do you?” She says as soon as she sees you. And walks over to where you are sitting. “If you’re planning on asking me out, you can just give up!”

“Do you mind? I’m trying to hear the music.” You hit back without looking at her.

“You’re not surrounded by your typical cloud of smoke.” She comments after a moment, and you take a sip of the drink you ordered before answering.

“Yes, I quit. They say it’s bad for your health.” You say.

“Do you think so?” Hope says sarcastically, and you give her a short smile before standing up.

“These guys aren’t the Stallion’s, but they play well.” You comment on her favorite band before heading off toward the dance floor. Hope hurries to follow you.

“You know who the Stallion’s are?” she asks in surprise.

“Why, you don’t know?” You reply with irony.

She doesn’t answer, looking mildly impressed. You smile briefly.

“I was watching you dance.” You comment as the band is finishing the song. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so sexy.”

And then the song ends exactly with your line, and the whole club hears you. Several people giggle, and you feel your cheeks heat up, but Hope laughs too, and that relaxes you.

“Come to Elena Gilbert’s party with me.” You ask her. And she tilts her head slightly to the side, still smiling.

“You never give up, do you?”

And then another song starts, and Hope is moving back to the front of the stage.

“Is that a yes?” you shout at her.

“No!”

“Was that a no?”

It takes a second, but she shouts back.

“No!”

You grin.

“See you at 9:30!” You shout to her before she disappears into the crowd. 

You’re smiling all the way home.

---

You were early. But you were so anxious about it that you left the house as quickly as possible. 

And then you arrived at Hope’s door, but as soon as you went to knock, she opened it.

“What are you doing here?” she asked in surprise.

“9:30.” You answer. “I’m early.”

“Whatever, I’m driving.” She says and then you look into the house and see Lizzie and Josie Saltzman with fake pregnant bellies.

“May I ask what that is?” You remark, and Hope just rolls her eyes at the scene, then turns to you.

“Their father is a little neurotic about this whole pregnancy thing.” She answers and walks outside. You both wait for the twins.

“At least he doesn’t use a real baby.” You joke and Hope smiles. But then Josie and Lizzie leave the house, looking slightly annoyed, and you hurry to Hope’s car.

It doesn’t take long to get to the party.

The place was packed. Probably the whole school was here. And as soon as Hope found a parking place, the twins got out and disappeared into the crowd.

You decided to accompany Hope as she entered the house. You went toward the second floor, and you lost sight of Hope when a girl jumped on you, completely drunk and trying to kiss you.

“Wow, slow down there.” You said, helping her sit up. You found several empty and sealed bottles of water in one of the liquor containers around the house and handed one to her. “I want you to drink it all, okay?”

The girl whimpered in confusion, but you waited. She seemed better, but you handed her another bottle just to be sure.

“Hey Bonnie, I found you!” said a brunette boy you didn’t know, walking up to you. He frowned, slightly startled, when he noticed you.

“Are you a friend of hers?” You asked him with distrust, and he nodded, looking mildly frightened.

“Yes, he is. This is Enzo.” mumbled the girl sitting up, looking like she had a headache. “Thanks for the water, by the way.”

“No problem.” You say. “Are you feeling well enough to be alone?”

She nods slightly as she speaks, “Yes, yes. Enzo will take care of me now. Thanks again.”

And then you patted Enzo on the arm, and left the two of them, walking back through the crowd.

It took you many minutes to find Hope again, because the party is so crowded. And when you reached her, she was pouring a glass of drink into her mouth.

“Hey, I’ve been looking all over for you.” You announce mildly annoyed. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Getting drunk!” she answers ironically. “Isn’t that what people are supposed to do at a party?”

“I don’t know, you do whatever you want to do.” You retort, and Hope raises her eyebrows.

“Very funny. You’re the only one who says that.” She says as she turns away. “See you later.”

Hope leaves walking through the party, and you see her grab another drink glass on the way.

You think you heard someone yell fight while you were walking through the party, and then the crowd moved, but you didn’t go toward the people. 

You are very angry, and impatient, wanting to be spending this evening with Hope, but she doesn’t seem interested. 

And then you were walking back the way you came, and you ran into the same couple as before, only now they were kissing. You laughed lightly, the boy looked shy. You decided to stay out of their way, and went downstairs, only to run into Hope again.

“Hey, why don’t you let me have this one.” You spoke up as you noticed what must have been one of the many glasses of booze she had taken, and you raised your arm to pick it up, but Hope was quicker, moving the glass away.

“No! This one is mine!” she grumbled, clearly drunk, trying to push you away. But you managed to take her glass, and she let out an annoyed sigh.

As you put the glass on a small table, she walked away again, and before you could follow, Landon was at your side.

“Dude, how did you manage to do that?” he asked, looking excited. You frowned.

“What are you talking about?”

“You made a freak act like a human being.” He commented, but you weren’t even paying attention anymore. Your gaze raced across the room after Hope, and then someone turned on the radio in the next room and the crowd screamed attracting your attention.

You exclaimed in surprise when you noticed Hope dancing on a table, without the jacket she was wearing earlier. Landon ran in the same direction, joining in the shouts of celebration from the crowd around the table. 

Walking towards the table you were a mixture of irritation, disbelief and embarrassment. Hope was completely drunk, dancing sensually to the music, while people whistled and watched intently. She had her eyes closed, not even seeming to notice her surroundings.

And then she made a badly calculated move, and hit her head on the chandelier on the table. You were quick enough to catch her when she fell.

“Okay, that was enough.” You grumbled, helping her to her feet. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” she replied, but she could barely walk. You kept her from falling while grabbing the jacket she had thrown to the ground.

“Yeah, you’re not fine.” You said. “Let’s get out of here.”

“I just need to lie down.” She mumbled, letting you hold her around the waist as you led her through the crowd.

“If you lie down, you’ll sleep.” You say. “You can’t sleep after hitting your head.”

Hope giggled.

“So many words.” She complained, and you thought it best to sit her down somewhere.

You reached the outside, as crowded as the house, but you managed to find a space in the garden for her to sit, and helped her to the bench. Hope put her hand on her head where she had hit it.

“Hey, I need to talk to you.” Called MG and Penelope, walking up to you suddenly.

“I’m kinda busy.” You retorted, looking at Hope.

“Five minutes, it’s important.”

You sighed, and took one last look at Hope before walking away with them.

“Look, the deal is off, okay?” MG said, and you blinked in confusion. “Lizzie never wanted to be with me. She just wanted to have sex with Rafael.” Penelope nods before saying, “And Josie isn’t interested in me. She likes Landon.”

You really didn’t have the energy for that right now.

“Guys, where did all this come from now, huh? Weren’t you all sneaking around together?”

“I thought I was having a good time, but I saw them both at the party.” Penelope explained, and you sighed impatiently.

“Hey, you like these girls don’t you?” you ask, and they looked away, nodding. “And they’re worth all this stuff you’re doing?”

“I thought so but…”

“Yes or no?” MG swallowed hard, and you assumed a serious posture. “Listen, Landon Kirby and Rafael Waithe are not half as good as you guys, and you should never let anyone make you think that you don’t deserve something. Okay?”

They nod, looking surprised. You turned your face toward Hope quickly.

“Look, I have to go.” You said as you turned and helped Hope to her feet.

On the way out you made sure to grab one of the bottles of water you found in the barrels.

You let her rest her arm on your shoulder to keep from falling, while your arm went around her waist. You dragged her across the street, and you ended up climbing a small hill in the mansion area that ended at a playground.

“Why are you doing this?” she grumbled.

“I said, you might have a concussion.” You retorted. Hope broke free of you and started trying to walk ahead. You kept your attention to catch her in case she fell.

“You don’t even care if I don’t wake up.”

You let out a chuckle, stopping her from falling next. “That’s not true.”

“Why not?”

“Because then I’d have to date girls who like me.” You respond humorously.

“If you could find one.” She retorts, and you have a smile on your lips when you answer.

“Oh, see. Who needs affection when I get hate?”

“I just need to sit for a while.” She says, closing her eyes for a moment, and you help her sit down on one of the swings behind you. She falls off balance a second after you put her there, but you are quick to help her stay seated.

“Jesus.” You sigh as you stop her from falling, and then sit down on the swing beside her while Hope laughs lightly. “So, why do you let yourself be affected?”

“By whom?” she asks.

“Kirby.”

Hope looks away, shaking her head.

“I hate him.”

You let out a tired sigh.

“Well, you have chosen the perfect revenge. Intravenous tequila.” You joke, making her laugh.

“It’s what they say….” She begins to speak while you are looking away, and with the momentary silence you stare back, startled to find her asleep. You get up hastily, touching her face.

“Hey, Hope! Wake up! Come on, open your eyes!” You called out, patting her face lightly. 

Hope blinked, opening her eyes, and you let out a sigh of relief. And then you took your hands away from her face and stood up, while she continued to look at you.

“You have pretty eyes.” She says with a shy smile. And you smile too, but then she throws up on your shoes the next second and the moment is broken. You laugh incredulously, but pat her on the back.

“Time to go home, Mikaelson.” You comment softly.

It takes a moment for Hope to calm down, and you hand her the bottle of water you got. Then you walk to her car, and she hands you the keys.

Just as you are about to arrive at her house many minutes after, she speaks again:

“I should do that.” She comments still sounding drunk. 

“Do what?”

“That.” She says, pointing to the radio. A rock song was playing.

“Start a band?”

“No, install radios in cars.” She retorted with irony, and you laughed lightly. “Starting a band of course. Alaric would love it.”

You then stop the car in front of her house. 

“You don’t seem to be the type to ask  permission to do things.” You comment as you take out the keys.

Hope blinks in surprise.

“So now you know me?”

“I’m trying.”

“People only know that I scare them.”

“Yeah, I know the feeling.” You comment with a wry smile. Hope looks at you with an intensity that makes your stomach turn. “So, your father looks tough.”

“He’s not my father. And he just wants me to be someone I’m not.” She says, shaking her head slightly.

“Who?”

“The Twins.” She answers with a frown. You let out an understanding sigh.

“No offense, I know everyone likes them and all, but Lizzie’s a pretty shallow girl. Josie seems nice, but she just goes along with everything Lizzie does.” You say and Hope looks at you in surprise, but then she has a little smile on her face.

“You know… you’re not as obnoxious as I thought.” She says, making you laugh slightly. And then she looks at you like that again, and brings your faces together, closing her eyes. You swallow dryly, ignoring your nervousness, and look at the steering wheel.

“I think we should do this another time.” You say, and Hope looks at you in disbelief, as you twiddle your fingers nervously. She frowns and looks ahead, then opens the car door and gets out.

The cool, ill-mannered snow would forever garner your attention during the season of winter. You didn’t pride yourself in being a lover of the cold, instead opting to sit back at the other side of a window within the warmth of your house to stare out the window. A smile would forever coat your features as you watched the snow trickling down the sky. The scalding hot chocolate-covered mug in your hand was shaky much like the frozen snow that fell to its demise. Sighing, you felt yourself to finally be at peace. 

“You’ve been naughty this year. We should fix that, honey – don’t you think?”

With a frown coating your face, you turned around. There was not much to do on a snowy day, no missions to tend to, the compound empty with most members of the team going off to various parts of the world while you and your partner were left behind. “Wanda? What are you…doing?” 

The sight of your wife was one you purely adored, there was no doubt about that, but seeing the redness that took over her body fueled your confusion. She wore a dress that mirrored that of Santa Claus, only it rode down until only half her thighs were covered, boots accenting her outfit alongside a fluffy hot on top of her scarlet head of hair.

Upon further admiration, you couldn’t help the chuckle within you. That was not something Wanda took lightly as she strode forth.

“You are a naughty little whore, I see,” she murmured, her viridescent eyes glinting with fury. “Best put that dirty, stupid mouth to good use, eh? Come, pet. If you promise to be good for me, maybe we can talk about getting you on the nice list.”

“You’re a bit early, don’t you think? We’re not even halfway through the month, Mrs. Claus,” you mocked her with the name, shaking your head in disbelief. “Now if you’ll excuse me I have to get back to doing absolutely noth-”

Before you could finish your words, a bundle of fingers came to tightly grip your ear. All that was left behind was a squawk, nearly dropping your drink as you attempted to set it on the table beside you before you were pulled from your seat. No matter how much you cried, the hold only got more painful. 

“Shit, Wanda what are you-”

She cut you off once more, and yet you found yourself loving it. “I am your mommy and you will address me as such,” she roared, squeezing your ear until even your cheeks carried a redness to them. “Now stop whining, mutt. You and I are going to have some fun. Little brats who get themselves into the naughty list must be treated as such.” 

Although surprised by the ordeal, you found yourself remaining quiet even as you were thrown over the bed of your shared room. There was no hesitation for you to join the smaller, more fragile and submissive headspace you longed for. While Wanda took the reins, you were left to be smothered within the garden of eden she created for your enjoyment. 

With her confidence intact Wanda tore at your clothes. Her perfectly manicured fingernails left trails of messy, angry marks across your back as you were bent over the mattress, your body being slapped with the freezing coldness of the room before she warmed you up and flipped you over. 

“You and I both know I’m one for foreplay, darling,” she said, a cool hand striking itself along your midsection. “But not today. No, today I want my little princess to be begging me to stop – to know that I am her one and only owner.” Wanda didn’t hesitate to spit on your face, getting you to flinch as her saliva perfectly landed over your lips. Until you stuck your tongue out and licked it off, she didn’t carry on. “You’ve been a naughty whore this year and it is up to mommy to fix that. Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. Let’s see how desperate your stupid little pussy is.”

Her hands were everywhere as Wanda kissed her way down your shivering body. The warmth stricken by the pain she slid over your skin was undeniable. You could squirm, cry as you please as it echoed across the empty compound, and yet she wouldn’t stop. So long as you remembered to utter your safe-word when necessary, she could do whatever she pleased without repercussions. 

“Fuck,” Wanda groaned as languid fingers found the drenched area between your legs. Sliding herself up your slit, she was in heaven. “Hmm how pathetic. Is this all for me, princess?” She tilted her head, green eyes turning red at the stench of sex mixed with your fear. “Mommy made your pretty pussy all sticky? Aww, angel, let me make it all better. Once I’m done with you,” she paused, leaning as she crawled and hovered over your body in the bed. “You won’t be able to walk properly for days. Everyone’s going to know who much of a slut you are for mommy, and you’ll be proud of it.”

Fiery lips spread their flames across your being as they kissed your stomach. Wanda was obsessed with you, inebriated by the mere sight of you. There was not much she could do when her obsession with you grew further by the years, forever needing to be drunk on you – an addict with a fix she adored. 

Fingers teased you for eons, and yet you could feel their hesitance as they ghosted over your wet, tight hole – the mere feeling of it, knowing your walls contracted against her touch, drove Wanda mad. She fought off the urge to devour you carnally then and there, instead opting to torture your clit between her fingers before sloppily swirling the tips of her digits around it. 

Compressed against you, Wanda felt in heaven. “Admit it, you’ve been a naughty girl this year.” When you failed to respond in a timely manner, instead letting out a moan for her to claim, she grunted. The hand that smacked itself over your cunt didn’t hesitate to be brought down again. “Use your words. Don’t be such a dumb cumrag, I know you can do it. For mommy? For your lovely Mrs. Claus? You know I am always looking out for your best interest. Do as I say and mommy will be happy.”

“I’ve been naughty,” you admitted as she hit you again. “So naughty, mommy. I just…I need you to help me be a good girl, please. I’ll do anything just-” you strangled out a sob when Wanda pinched your sensitive bundle of nerves between her sadistic fingers with a devilish smile. “Please!”

“There’s my good girl,” she mustered out. “Time to play nice for mommy, darling.”

Wanda didn’t give you a warning as she quickly slid a pair of fingers inside you. They were lengthy, her digits even if lacking the proper girth working together to stretch out your walls. She knew they belonged there, wrapped around the moist, cozy embrace of your throbbing cunt. A Cheshire grin made its way to her features as she plastered her face over your chest, the tip of her red hat brushing itself against your nude skin. 

With her mouth kissing its way towards your untouched nipples that begged attention, your chest heaved. A wet, adventurous tongue slid its way around one of your hardened buds, her free hand holding you in place as you began grinding upon her moving fingers. Wanda took her time taking in your arousal, getting high on the scent of your juices that coated her hand while her mouth hungrily sought out treats. 

Fingers found calm during the storm within you. Wanda’s movements dripped with leisure as she took her time enjoying the way your pussy clamped down over her. While she thrust herself in and out of you, slow enough to allow her time to look down and stare at herself disappearing in you, the redhead thumbed at your clit. With the mixture of pleasure exerted over your body she kept going. There was no stopping Wanda, especially not with the noises of lust you threw her way that motivated her torturous actions. 

“You’re so tight for me, baby. Oh my…your pussy feels so good around mommy’s hand. So fucking perfect for me – such a puffy cunt for me to fuck,” Wanda grunted with her words stifled by your nipples that she mercilessly attacked. “This is the best present you could give Mrs. Claus, honey,” she commented, nuzzling her head between your breasts as she kissed her way upwards towards your neck. With the way her lips sucked your skin, there was no denying you’d have a handful of love-bites to proudly wear soon enough. “Oh you’re going to be on the nice list for letting mommy fuck you like this.”

Pressing your forehead against her down, Wanda’s lips lingering over your own, you scrunched up your face. “Too much.”

With a snicker, she slammed an unannounced third finger inside of you. “Not enough.”

She held you close when you came apart, muffling your moans with a searing kiss she gave you. As your body spasmed, back arching with your breasts sliding against her covered skin, you could practically sense the smirk of amusement she gave. 

“You did such a good job, my little princess,” Wanda whispered upon your shaky lips. “Hmm mommy is so proud of you. You always take me so well. Oh how much I love you, you naughty doll. You’re so well-behaved. I see mommy’s training paid off.”

With heavy eyelids you nodded. “Am I on the nice list now, Mrs. Claus?”

You tried to move away when she pulled her fingers from your cunt and into her mouth, but the shake in her head and grip of her other hand with magic emanating through it forced you down. “Not yet,” she mumbled around her digits. “You still have to prove to me that you’re a nice girl. Here, let me help you, sweetheart. I’ll be sure to cleanse the naughtiness out of you. Hmm time to stuff you full of mommy’s pups.”

Exhaustion took over you and prevented thoughts from forming as you were shifted around. Wanda forced you to sit up on your hands and knees while she admired your bare backside, hands exploring your tender cheeks before spanking them softly. Parting them, she took in the smell of your juices that dripped down your inner thighs, humming at the sight of it all. 

You weren’t sure of how long it took for her to garner the materials, opening the buckled dress she wore to reveal the toy that was strapped over her waist, its bulge having poked against your thigh as she fingered you. With a desperate need to claim you, Wanda grabbed her thick shaft with a similar hue to candy canes, careful not to squeeze enough so that the seed she carried within would not go to waste. 

“Mommy’s so excited to use your pussy, love. Hmm do you like your new toy? I tried it out last night while you were asleep. Didn’t you hear mommy fuck her pretty fleshlight and stuff it with my cum?” Her eyebrows were raised as she rubbed the tip of her fake dick over your glistening folds, parting them and teasing you relentlessly. “Well now it’s your turn to be my good fleshlight. Steady, my puppy. Let mommy give you her special cummies.” 

The size of the toy was much bigger than any you previously had. As you craned your neck to study its girth while Wanda slapped her cock over your pussy, simultaneously hitting your ass with her strong palms. Fear was captured in your throat, your eyes watering as its tip dipped into your entrance before pulling back.

“It’s too big,” you mewled even if only the head threatened its way in you. “It won’t fit.”

“Don’t you worry about that, lovebug. Mommy will make it fit,” she husked out. “You’ll take my fat cock whether you like it or not. I won’t take no for an answer.”

Time blipped around when she eased herself inside you. Her cock was coated with your juices, easily allowed to part your loose walls that she previously filled. With all the loud, heavy cries you let out you were sure Wanda would shut you up, but instead she opted to grunt at the sight and sound of the toy disappearing within you. 

There was no steadiness when she froze inside you momentarily before the beast deep in her core was let out of its shackles. Wanda roared, hands with a mind of their own smacking themselves on your ass. She left numerous imprints with each slap that grew mightier by the second. In the midst of your pain and pleasure your mind was empty. Another orgasm threatened to rise, all while you were thrown into a dumber, smaller headspace she took full advantage of. The colness beneath the walls opposed that of your exhilaratingly burnt body that glowed with red flushed across your face. 

“It’s not enough,” Wanda huffed, giving you the finale of your spanking with a mighty swing. Staring down, she began sloppily fucking herself into you, the candy cane dildo doing wonders to allow your pussy to become accustomed to its size. “I think my little bear needs more, don’t you think? Time for mommy to get creative.”

Waiting patiently, you could only gulp down a knot of fear in your throat and have your eyes widened when you heard a familiar buzz after Wanda flicked her wrist. 

“There we go. Now relax for me, baby, otherwise you and I both know it’ll hurt,” Wanda explained before she spit on your backside between your bruised cheeks. “Although I know my sadistic little bitch loves the pain, don’t you?”

As though it wasn’t enough with her strap-on nestled into your depths, the feeling of your puckered ass being pushed against only fueled your arousal further. You began writhing against Wanda’s hold, squirming as she inserted the wet vibrating dildo in your ass. There was once a time when she took her time preparing you. Wanda was nothing if not ready for anything, forever ensuring that you were trained well-enough before your makeshift graduation. 

“Fuck, mommy!” Although shaking her head with disapproval at your colorful words, Wanda couldn’t help the way her heart swelled with pride at your screams. “It’s too much! Mommy, please. I can’t take it all, it hurts.”

“Shush, darling. Otherwise mommy will really give you something to cry about,” she threatened you, laughing at the way the vibrating dildo easily slid into your ass. “I never asked if you could take it or not. You will take it all, sweetheart. Otherwise mommy will be really sad. You remember what happens when mommy doesn’t feel good, right?”

Oh but of course you did. Wanda’s maniacal laughter wouldn’t stop ringing in your ears from the last time she had lost it all. Your body had been shaking against her own, cuts spread over your skin that she pressed against with blood dripping over the bed you were made to lick. That’s when you learned never to defy Wanda. No matter how much love she shared for you, the witch wouldn’t hesitate to put you in your place if needed. 

“Mommy…‘m so full,” you said, hands turning to fists upon the bed sheets. “Your cock it feels so good.”

Wanda adored the drunk mannerism you bestowed upon her as she slid the dildo in and out of you, her cock following the same steady rhythm. Your holes were stuffed with her, the ownership your partner had over your body, mind, and soul becoming clear. Her adoration over you ran rampant. 

“Look at you whoring yourself out for your lovely Mrs. Claus,” she giggled at the sight of your battered, fucked up body grinding over her strap-on. For a moment she stopped, watching in awe of your beauty as you did everything in your power to garner another orgasm for yourself. “Now I see why you made it into the naughty list. You’re nothing but a mindless cock-addicted slut. Look at you, pathetic mutt. I don’t think you could even last a day without mommy? Isn’t that right?”

“Uh huh,” you spit out, features finding their bliss as you relaxed at once. “Mommy I’m close. I…it feels so good.”

“I know, princess. You’re stuffed nice and full with my cocks. It’s what you longed for,” she stated, leaning in to kiss your lower back while ramming you with both toys simultaneously. The vibrations of the dildo around the tight walls of your ass made it impossible to hold a groan back that she took for herself, motivating Wanda to keep going faster. “You can cum for me. Do it for mommy, ‘kay? Be a good girl and show me how much you love my cocks.”

Just as you were about to cum, she drew her cock from your cunt. The candy cane colored dildo was squeezed vigorously, her eyes turning red with heightened arousal as she spewed copious amounts of sticky white drops in your hole. Once the silicone toy lacked its heaviness, Wanda having shot her entire bout of cum inside you, she rammed her hips forth. It wasn’t long until your pussy was stuffed with a mixture of her thick dick and heavy load, making you cum and clench around her instantly. 

“There’s mommy’s girl. Breathe for me, just like that. Oh you keep doing so fucking well for me,” Wanda’s voice was hoarse and dripping with sex as she kept her toys nestled keep inside. “Oh little one you must be so exhausted. I know small princesses like you get spent easily. Hmm you’ve been doing so well that maybe it’s time to let you rest, unless…”

She gingerly laid you over the bed, your arms and legs already quivering with tiredness as you found it impossible to keep your eyes open. Loving hands smoothed themselves over your body. After placing a sweet kiss against your skin, it was Wanda pulling out that made you whine with disapproval. 

“You left a mess and you know how much mommy hates that,” Wanda fomented as she stared down at her waist eyeing her strap-on coated with a mixture of her seed and your juices. Letting out a ‘tsk’, she shook her head. “Open up for mommy, my love. Remember that the best of girls clean their mommies’ cocks. You are a good girl, right? You don’t want to stay on the naughty list?”

“I’m a good girl,” you slurred your echoed words. “Wan’ to clean up. Don’t want it to hurt anymore.”

Running a burning hand over your sore backside, Wanda chuckled. “It won’t hurt anymore, princess.” She squeezed one of your tender cheeks, and at the sound of your hiss, her world turned red. “Not here at least.” 

Wanda positioned herself over the bed, the vibrating dildo turned off but remaining in your ass. She had you lay on your stomach while propped over a pillow for better comfort. Your drooling mouth was mere inches away from the thick, long toy that previously lay in your gaping cunt. Staring at its tip that oozed leftover cum, you licked your lips hungrily. 

“Take my mommy’s special popsicle, baby. I know you’re hungry for it. You’ll make me so happy,” she feigned a pout, fingers running through your hair as she smirked down at you. “Pretty please?”

It was enough manipulation to do as she pleased. You grabbed her cock, gripping it until only slight bits of the fake cum came. Giving the wet tip kitty licks, you ensured none of it went to waste. 

Guiding hands helped you lean in. You didn’t take your time licking the excess cum off her cock or relaxing your throat, instead opting to wrap your lips around the head before being forced down. With knitted brows you attempted to pull back, but it was Wanda who held you in place until you gave her what she wished.

“That’s it, Y/N. There you go sucking mommy’s dick clean for her. That’s what your slutty mouth is for — just to please Mrs. Claus the way she likes it.”

While gripping a fistful of hair with one hand, Wanda cupped your face with the other. At each gargle you let out over the mouthful of cock, the choking noises that coated the room, she let out a chortle. She got off on you swallowing her entirely messy toy. Gawking at you, she began to slowly thrust herself in and out of your mouth even as the tip of her dick hit the back of your throat.

“You’re such a good cock sucker, Y/N. Oh just look at how happy you’re making mommy,” she mumbled, running her manicured fingers over your rosy cheek. “You want more of mommy’s special treat, don’t you? Oh yes you do, my naughty little princess. This is exactly what will get you to be a nice pet, not a naughty one on the list.”

Your wife didn’t hesitate to flick her wrist until her cock grew heavier. She fucked you with might, your throat mirroring the usage that her fleshlights carried as she too eventually stuffed your other hole to the brim. Much like your slick, glistening cunt, your mouth was coated with her cum — although you swallowed most, some still managed to leak out, instantly being pushed back in by Wanda’s movements.

Wanda seemed tough and sturdy. She appeared unshakable like a firmly rooted tree.

You noticed the way her eyes followed you as you tended to the cattle. And when you needed help lifting bags of feed or saddles for the horses, Wanda was always there to help. You expected her brother Pietro to make more of an appearance and effort to help, but it seemed Wanda helped her parents the most.

Wanda didn’t speak to you much. Mostly just to ask you for help or explain how to do something that you hadn’t done before. You desperately wanted to learn more about the woman.

One night after a long day on the farm, you are moving hay into the barn when you heard crying from one of the horse stalls.

“Wanda?” You ask. She’s the only person you can imagine would be in here this late.

You get no response and decide you better look for the woman. She could be hurt after all.

When you catch sight of her, it’s by the top of her cowgirl hat and you enter the door of the stall. She turns her back to you immediately as her hands wipe the tears from her face.

“Are you alright?” You ask her.

“I’m fine,” she mumbles.

“You don’t sound fine,” you counter. “You can tell me what’s going on, darlin’.”

Wanda scoffs and turns back around thinking that she’d be met with no one caring about her true feelings as always before, but when she sees a soft look on your face she feels like she could just melt.

“I’m just- it’s stupid,” she says. She runs her hands over her face in a show of exhaustion.

“It’s not stupid if it’s got you upset. Did something happen with your parents?” Despite not knowing much about Wanda, you did know that she is close to her family and she loves them deeply.

“Yeah,” she says. “They want me to run the farm.”

“And you don’t want to?”

“I don’t know what I want,” Wanda says. She paces the dirt floor. “I’d like to be given a fucking option though,” she says as she kicks some hay across the ground with her boots.

“I get that,” you tell her.

“You probably have a perfect little life and you get to leave this place anytime you want,” Wanda says.

“You’ve got me all wrong, Wanda,” you start. “I don’t come from a nice family like yours and I certainly don’t have an entire farm waiting for me to take over. I’m doing what I can to get by. I’m working on this farm to pay my bills every month.”

“Oh,” Wanda says. She’s stopped pacing and she takes off her hat. It’s a subtle way she learned as a child to show respect for someone. “I’m really sorry, y/n. I didn’t know.”

“It’s alright,” you say. “Really, this isn’t about me anyways. I’m just sorry you’re feeling so much pressure.”

“Don’t be sorry. You can’t fix it for me,” Wanda says with a sigh. She runs her hand through her hair and you think of an idea of how to help her.

“Maybe I can help.”

You take a few steps closer to her and Wanda feels her breathing become shaky.

“How- um- how would you help?” Wanda asks. The slight accent she has comes out through her excited nerves.

“Stress relief?” You ask her.

Your face is mere inches from hers. Wanda hasn’t been this close to kissing a woman before, but she likes the way her senses are filled all things you.

“What do you say, Wanda?” You ask her.

“Yes, please yes,” Wanda responds.

You crash your lips into hers and her knees buckle. You hold her up with your arms and push her back against the door of the stall. Wanda moans as your tongue enters her mouth and your hands make quick work of undoing her shirt buttons. Your hands graze over her breasts and she shivers at the feeling.

Breaking from her lips briefly, you kiss from her neck down to her breasts as you pull her shirt open. You’re on your knees in front of her quickly and start unbuttoning her pants.

“You’re going to be okay, Wanda. You’ll figure everything out,” you assure her as you pull her jeans down and kiss her thighs softly. Her thin lacy panties don’t leave much to your imagination.

“Fuck I need you, sweetheart,” Wanda says as she moves her hips to try and get your touch where she wants you.

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” you say as you lightly touch her over her panties. She moans as her head goes back in pleasure. “So wet for me and I have barely touched you. You’re such a good girl.”

“Fuck,” Wanda mumbles.

“I’ve got you. Let me take control,” you say as you slide her panties off of her.

Wanda gasps as your tongue licks against her for the first time. The feeling was so foreign to her. Sure she had sex before, but it never felt like this.

You take care to go at a pace that you know will have Wanda reaching her pleasure quickly. With the addition of a couple of fingers moving in and out of Wanda’s pussy, she comes with shouts of your name.

“Oh god,” Wanda says as she settles back down. Her heart beats fast as you clean her up before you rise to her height again.

You kiss she slowly and she melts against you.

“Feeling better?” You ask with a knowing grin on your face.

“How’d you do that so well?” Wanda asks a little dumbfounded.

“We’re cowgirls, Wanda,” you tease her with the term. “And cowgirls should know how to help one another, right?”

“Right,” she says. Feeling a little bare, Wanda pulls her pants back up her legs. “Can I return the favor, sweetheart? Maybe inside my house?” Wanda asks, her usual calm exterior is coming back.

“Sure thing, darling,” you say.

Wanda takes your hand and you walk to her house on the other side of the farm.

You finally got a chance with the farmer’s daughter and you aren’t going to waste anytime getting to know her even better.