“I am not a witch”

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Kinktober 2025 (completed)

Taylor Swift x Reader/OC:

Your eyes whispered have we met (nsfw) (completed)

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Wanda Maximoff:

Can't remember what I used to fight for (nsfw) (ongoing)

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal:

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Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Wanda Maximoff

Words: 1911

Summary: Some confessions are made, words come out faster than one person wanted them to, regrets, and ooooh finally the rest of the world knows what came of Stephen Strange

Warnings: Swearing, otherwise I don't see any but let me know if I forgot some '-'

a/n: y'all I'm so sorry I had this written since October last year but I forgot to post it here T-T please don't be mad and enjoy :)

“I don’t think I heard it right,” Tommy says as he stops cutting up the fruit for their late breakfast. “Did Nicky really just say that?” 

“No he didn’t.” 

“I DID TOO BILLY!” Nicky stomps on Billy’s feet, not liking how the teen just tried to make it seem like he wasn’t being truthful. He turns to his mothers and jumps into the arms of the closest one, which just so happens to be Agatha. “I’m sorry for eavesdropping mama, but please tell them I’m not lying! I’m not!” 

“Of course you’re not lying sweet boy, and thank you for apologizing,” Agatha whispers against her son’s head, meeting Billy’s gobsmacked look head on. To think that the teen and his twin are really hers…”He’s absolutely right about this, amongst other things…” 

“So it’s the truth then mama?” Tommy asks, treading carefully as he steps closer to his mother. As he does so there is something, or rather someone, calling out to him from beyond the physical realm. “You’re pregnant? For real?” 

Wanda nods sheepishly and suddenly there’s this image of a little girl with vibrant green eyes running after another almost identical one with icy blue eyes flashing in Tommy’s mind. He blinks, the vision going away, and the pull he feels in his mind seems like it’s laughing at him. 

“Oh my god it’s twins again,” Tommy laughs in disbelief, throwing himself to the ground at his mother’s feet and hugging her. “Mama you’re having twins again!” 

“How do you know?” Wanda asks, surprised. Rio and Agatha look just as surprised as she is that the boy knows how many siblings are growing in his mother’s womb. “Did Billy read our minds and tell you?” 

“He would never, mama. Never,” Tommy admits as he puts one ear against Wanda’s tiny bump. He feels a jolt of magic as he makes contact, another laugh escaping him. “My sisters are just being cheeky little ones, sending me visions of themselves in the future. One of them just zapped me!” 

“Sisters?” 

“We’re having girls?” 

“Hold on, hold on!” Jen interrupts the moment, her brain not following. “How is that even possible? A baby comes from a man and woman, not from…whatever you are.” 

“That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard,” Agatha says as she pointedly looks at Nicky still held securely in her arms. “My sons are living proofs that you do not need a man to have children.” 

“Did you just say sons?” Lilia asks, eyes wide as they jump from people to people. “But you’ve only got the little one and-no. No, that can’t be the truth.” 

“What can’t be the truth Lilia?” Billy feels like his life is about to change again, with the way the divination witch is looking at him. “What is it?” 

“It’s best I let your…mothers tell you the truth.” 

“…mothers?”

‘’Goddamnit Lilia you couldn’t keep your mouth shut could you?’’ 

‘’Well excuse me, lady Death, for telling the truth,’’ the old witch bristles at Rio. ‘’You of all people should be angry that your wife went to have children with another woman behind your back!’’ 

‘’…oh my god shut up! All of you!’’ 

Billy’s outburst stops everyone in their tracks, all eyes on the teenager as he stands there fuming. His eyes are glowing blue, in much the same manner as his mother, anger radiating from him. The sight of his twin hugging their mother, of the joy he feels coming from so many people for beings not even born, when he himself was robbed of such a thing, the months he finally got to spend reunited with Wanda so little in his mind… 

Agatha attempts to put a hand on his shoulder but the teen is quick to push her back with a shield of blue, as if repulsed by the older witch. Billy almost regrets the act when he notices how hurt the purple witch is, almost. 

‘’I can’t believe it!’’ The teenagers screams, outraged by no one reacting like he thought they should. ‘’If this is a joke you can stop now, it’s a really shitty one!’’ 

‘’Billy, watch your language!’’ 

‘’Or what, Ma’ ?’’ The word feels like venom in his mouth, Billy’s first real use of it leaving a sour taste on his tongue. Rio is looking at him like he’s lost his mind, which might be probably not far from the truth. ‘’Why are you not angry too?! Acting all sickeningly in love with Agatha like your wife didn’t just have a horde of children behind your back!’’ 

‘’Watch your tone with me young man!’’ Rio barks as she gets right up in the teenager’s space, eyes narrowed in anger for what he’s implying. ‘’I pray to hell that you’re not insinuating what I think you are, because if so you and I are going to have a problem.’’ 

‘’Is he angry at you mommy?’’ 

‘’I think he is my little prince, which is why if he doesn’t get a hold of himself and stop this little light show of his I’ll-‘’ 

‘’You’ll what?!’’ And right here and now, even if his new body had no biological ties to Wanda, Billy never looked so much like his mother when his face twists in anger, eyes blazing with fury. The tension feels thick in the air, all waiting for what the teen would say next. ‘’You’ll kill me and take me away like you did with Nicky?!’’ 

SLAP! 

Eyes wide and filled with tears, both hands held against his marked cheek, Billy gasps and takes a step back, remorse filling him quicker than his brother can travel to another state. 

‘’How dare you accuse me of things that were out of my control?! Do you really think I enjoyed leading my own son, my baby, into the afterlife?! I fucking hated it!’’ Rio yells, tugging on her own hair as she steps closer to the boy, the teen who she came to love as her own, even now. ‘’I love my boy, I never would’ve done it if it wasn’t literally what I was made to do! And gods help us all I love you and that annoying twin of yours! Your mother loves you, and I LOVE HER! Why would I do anything to hurt her?’’ 

‘’…you love me?’’ 

‘’Oh superstar, did you think these past months have just been for show?’’ Agatha chuckles when Wanda evades her gaze, cheeks red from embarrassment. ‘’Of course my lovely wife loves you, as I do. How do you think your- sorry, our- predicament came to be? Chaos magic is a beautiful thing darling, and our miracles are certainly a testament to that.’’ 

‘’…so it’s true?’’ 

Agatha turns to Billy, an all too knowing glint in her eyes as she watches the boy slowly approach her. He looks properly chastised too, hesitant steps taken in Rio’s direction as he unconsciously looks out for forgiveness. 

‘’What is true, sweet boy?’’ 

‘’That you’re…that you’re my,’’ Billy pauses, locking eyes with Wanda, and then Rio, as if looking for that final confirmation. ‘’Vision isn’t my father, you are.’’ 

‘’Well, I don’t know about being anyone’s father, but I sure am your mother!’’ 

‘’You know what I mean!’’ Billy blushes in embarrassment, just like his redhead mother seconds before him. Quick as lightning he dives into Rio’s arms, wrapping himself around her, feeling very much sorry for himself. ‘’I’m sorry Ma’, I didn’t mean to say all those things, I just…’’ 

‘’You were just a little jealous, yeah?’’ Rio knows, of course she does. Billy trying to burrow himself further into her embrace can attest to the truth in her words. ‘’Well that’s okay, you are allowed to feel overwhelmed by your own feelings sometimes. And I’m sorry too, I had no right to slap you. Next time I’ll try to communicate more, but only if you do yeah?’’ 

‘’But Ma’! He tried to call mama a wh-‘’ 

‘’Well I think he won’t do it again, right boy?’’ Agatha asks, eyebrow raised in question. The teenager nods, still not meeting his mother’s gaze. He blushes further at the thought, looking towards Wanda. ‘’Now be thankful that robot isn’t actually your father, at least now we know where you got your brains from.’’ 

‘’Yeah, they got it from mama Wanda!’’ 

‘’Nicky! Who’s side are you on?’’ 

The six year old shrieks as Agatha starts to tickle him, trying in vain to flee from his mother. 

‘’Betrayed, by my own flesh and blood,’’ Agatha says with feigned hurt, tickling Nicky. ‘’However will I recover?’’ 

‘’Mama, stop being silly,’’ Nicky manages to say in between several laughing fits, as he tries to desperately escape his mama’s innocent torture. ‘’I love all you, mommy and mama Wanda, but I love you the best!’’ 

‘’I know you do little prince, I was just teasing,’’ Agatha smirks at her wife and girlfriend, knowing that she had won this once. ‘’Now I trust you won’t go all rebellious on us like your big brother, yes?’’ 

‘’Which one?’’ 

This sparks a chase through the entire house, one in which Nicky runs away from Tommy and Billy, both older boys considerably slowing down for the sake of their little brother, not wanting their fun to end. Giggles echo through the house, heard from neighbors all around, and that is how the morning starts and ends. With the young being silly and carefree as they should be, and the adults settling in the living room, Agatha and Rio sat on one of the couch with Wanda sprawled all over them, the coven watching with twinkling eyes. 

Everyone was happy. 

For now. 

Somewhere, in a building well known by the magical users of the world, people had been getting restless by the absence of one of their well known users. Three months of silence, yet nobody had the intelligence to check where it was most obvious, until now. 

Wong, Sorcerer Supreme and leader of all of them, followed by a few apprentices, opens the door to the basement of the Sanctum. How none of them thought to check here first, a place where Strange gad the uncanny habit to stray in before his disappearance, was a mystery. The door wasn’t even all the way opened that this horrible stench assaulted them, most of the apprentice doubling over and their stomach emptying themselves right there on the floor. There was no light where there should’ve been, and the place was trashed. If there ever was a magical fight here months ago, all traces of it would’ve been erased by now. 

Slowly, with immense dread settling deep within him, Wong floated further down the room, covering his mouth with a cloth to try and keep his food down. 

The Sorcerer didn’t even get to go all the way to the back of the cells section, as he had to stop halfway through and the urge to vomit was too much to ignore. 

There, surrounded by flies and blood long since dry and evaporated just like his life, was the decapitated and dismembered corpse of the one they well looking for all along. How did they know? His red signature cape was also on the floor, twitching every few seconds as if it didn’t know whether to stay loyal to his former master of get away from him. 

The message written on the wall in bright red also helped. 

I don’t know when I will even start writing it, but I have the plot written down on my computer and felt the need to tell someone about it, so thank you if you’ve read this and I hope I didn’t bore you with this idea that I’m pretty sure I’ve read tons of times already, but I want to write it too 😩

Why can’t I dive straight into the smut like everyone else? 😭

Warnings: Omegaverse, ABO dynamics, Alpha!Natasha Romanoff, Omega!Wanda Maximoff, breeding kink, smut

Words: 1,356

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For a few days now Wanda has been feeling all out of sorts. Everything and everyone was grating on her nerves, the wrong touch at the wrong moment could send her into a mess of tears that only Natasha knew to get her out of. 

The problem was that the alpha had been out of state for a few days now, for a mission Fury insisted she take charge of because he trusted her to see it through best. Wanda had reassured Natasha when the alpha told her she could stay, refuse the mission and tell Fury to fuck off because she knew Wanda’s heat was supposed to start soon, but the independent omega insisted that it was okay. Wanda said that she could handle it, she was a big girl. 

The regrets started approximately three hours after Natasha left. It had been five days since, and no one knew what to do. They were walking on eggshells around the omega, scared to tick her off and spend hours hearing her cries without being able to do anything. Wanda needed her alpha, she needed Natasha. That much was clear. 

Currently the Avengers and their many friends were all sitting in silence in the living room, wincing every time Wanda’s sobs intensified. They were out of their depths here, incapable of soothing their pack mates, some of them chocking on the distinct sent of an omega in heat…

An alert sounded through the compound, signaling the arrival of a car through the gates. A collective sigh of relief was given. 

Finally, Natasha was home. 

The Alpha walked in and was immediately assaulted by the smell of her omega, her pants getting tighter the more she sniffed the air. 

“NATASHA OH MY GOD!” Tony yells, the billionaire jumping to his feet as did a few of them. “It’s Wanda, she’s been like this for a few days and we can’t seem to-“ 

“A FEW DAYS?! My omega’s been suffering all this time and no one bothered to call me?” Natasha knows her scent must’ve reflected her anger, her natural dominance pressing down on the few other omegas of their pack. Peter was hiding behind Tony for example, head low in submission, as was Steve. “What the fuck guys?!” 

“Miss Natasha, Wanda didn’t want us to,” Peter, sweet young Peter manages to tell her weakly. “She said it wasn’t important, that she could take care of herself.” 

“Not important-SHE’S IN HEAT! What part of an Omega needs her bonded alpha when her heat starts doesn’t she understand?!” Natasha curses out loud, throwing her duffle bag on the floor in anger. “Next time, please don’t listen to her.” 

Natasha doesn’t wait for any more comments before storming off, running as fast as she can towards her mate. Wanda’s scent is all over the place, leaking from the cracks in their door. The Russian simply kicks it open, steps in and locks the door behind her. Their walk-in closet looks like a storm went through it, but one look at the bed and Natasha can guess why. Wanda had made a nest, full of their blankets and clothes, especially Natasha’s, the omega’s frame barely visible from where she stands. 

Wanda was laying on her side with one of Natasha’s shirt squished against her face, chewing on the fabric like she could feel her alpha there. Natasha’s eyes locked on the mess between her omega’s legs, how much slick was covering Wanda’s thighs and how much was still coming out, the sheet under the omega ruined beyond saving. 

‘’Look at you Wanda, so much for not needing your alpha to take care of you, huh?’’ Natasha croons as she takes off her own clothes, a pleased hum leaving her lips as she finally gets rid of her boxers and her cock is finally free. Wanda whines,  a low pitiful sound that tugs at Natasha’s heartstring, and the alpha is quick to jump inside the nest without messing up its walls too much. ‘’It’s alright baby, your alpha’s here. I’m going to take good care of you okay?’’ 

‘’It hurts so bad,’’ Wanda was a mess of tears, cloudy eyes looking up at Natasha as she let go of the shirt she previously had in a death grip. The omega’s hands immediately found purchase on her alpha’s shoulders, pulling her down in a swift motion. ‘’Touch me please Natty, I need you.’’ 

‘’I’ll give you what you want baby, just wait a second.’’ 

Natasha reaches for the nightstand to grab a condom out of the drawer, but no sooner had she moved her hand that it was covered in red and stopped in its track. When she looked back down Natasha wasn’t surprised to see Wanda’s eyes glowing red, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips forming a pout she was most definitely not immune to. 

‘’Is something wrong? Do you need to tell me something?’’ Natasha asks, her eyes widening as she saw the pack of condoms now floating above the nightstand going up into flames. Wanda seemed pleased with herself too, managing a small smirk amidst her whimpers. ‘’Wanda-‘’ 

‘’We don’t need those, please alpha!’’ Wanda cried out as she locked her legs around Natasha’s waist, pulling her alpha closer. They’ve discussed this possibility before, when they first got together even, but life and circumstances made them forget about it. Until now, apparently. ‘’Want you to come inside me, please!’’ 

‘’Is that so?’’ Natasha is all too happy to comply with her omega’s request, her inner alpha rumbling with approval at their mate’s demand. The Russian reaches a hand down, lining up her cock with Wanda’s glistening hole. ‘’Was that what you wanted all along? To get so wet waiting for your alpha to come home so that she wouldn’t be able to resist you and fuck you raw?’’

Wanda just whines in return, the sound cut short as Natasha finally slides her cock inside her. 

‘’I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll be full of my pups before your heat is over,’’ Natasha growls as she moves her hips with careful precision. 

Three hours later and the mated pair are still going at it, Wanda’s thighs a mess of her own slick and Natasha’s cum. And yet it looks like she omega still hasn’t had enough, squirming and whimpering as her alpha stills for just a few seconds. 

‘’Wanda, baby I need a little rest,’’ Natasha huffs, sweat going down her face. She could last a long time, but even she had her limits. And Wanda was relentless, not allowing her a minute of peace. ‘’I’ll go and fetch some snacks, you stay here?’’ 

In a move as impressive as it was unexpected, Natasha found herself on her back as Wanda sank down on her cock once again, riding her. The sight alone was enough to make the alpha come once again, her seed leaking out from Wanda as there was already quite a load inside the omega. 

‘’If you stop fucking me I’ll find someone else to do the job!’’ 

One thing you never do is challenge an alpha for their mate, and even the suggestion that someone could get their hands on her omega (even if they both knew it would never happen) was enough to get Natasha moving again, her hands grabbing Wanda’s hips and pushing her down on her cock as she thrusts up slow but hard. 

Five days later when Natasha and Wanda finally emerged from their shared quarters, nobody questioned why the omega’s scent had changed, even if the couple hadn’t noticed it themself. 

Months later on a cold October night, Wanda laid on a hospital bed with her arms full, soft cries echoing in her hospital room. Natasha was sat on a chair, eyes red but full of pride. 

Tommy and Billy Romanoff-Maximoff had come into the world kicking and screaming, with their sire’s hair and their mother’s eyes. 

And if anybody asked, no. Natasha did not faint when the nurses asked her to cut the twins umbilical cords. 

Warnings: Body worship, soft Wanda, soft Natasha, Wanda being down bad for Natasha

Words: 901

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Natasha just woke up when she felt the hands slowly moving along her stomach, the soft breath of the person behind her landing on her neck. She smiled, stretching her limbs and laughed when an annoyed huff came from her back. 

‘’Hello to you too Wanda,’’ Natasha whispers as she attempts to turn around. Attempt being the word as she can’t even move a muscle before Wanda wraps her entire body around hers, preventing her from shifting away. ’’Not that I don’t like this, but why?’’ 

‘’Shhhh, stop talking,’’ Wanda groans against her back, hands continuing their path up Natasha’s stomach. The witch reaches her girlfriend’s chest and immediately grabs her breasts, a grumble of approval escaping her at the soft feel of them under her touch. ‘’Mmmh…so soft, so pretty…’’

‘’Why thank you baby,’’ Natasha sighs, her head dropping back onto her pillow. She loves it when Wanda gets bold, even in this half asleep state. ‘’You aren’t too bad yourself.’’ 

‘’I said shhhhhhh,’’ Wanda huffs in annoyance, sleepy tone gone to be replaced with this slightly more awake version of her. The red witch pushes her girlfriend, forcing her to lay with her back to the mattress and proceeds to settle her entire body on Natasha’s. ‘’No talking, just let me feel you.’’ 

They kiss, and it is everything Natasha ever wanted and more. It’s soft, gentle, and it’s them, here in this bed. Wanda moves down, taking her time exploring the body willingly given, hers to explore. There is no hidden meaning behind her actions, no desire to rush like so many times before. 

‘’I could spend days just like this, the two of us,’’ Wanda sighs, mouthing at the skin underneath’s Natasha’s breasts. She holds both of them in her hands, carefully feeling them, feeling their weight, their warmth. ‘’I’m so lucky that you’re mine. My Natasha.’’ 

‘’I’m the lucky one detka,’’ the Russian’s breath stills as a finger grazes one of her nipples, the simple touch sending bolts of electricity all throughout her body. Wanda is touching her like she wants to get under her skin, kneading, massaging so gently like she’s scared to hurt her. ‘’Gosh I love you so much.’’ 

‘’I love you too,’’ Wanda manages to say before going down Natasha’s body, kissing every inch of skin available. Which is a lot, considering they both like to sleep in the nude. ‘’You’re so gorgeous, even your scars are are beautiful.’’ 

‘’Now you’re just messing with me-‘’ 

‘’They are. They tell a story about who you were, how much you went through before meeting me,’’ Wanda mumbles against Natasha’s stomach, glancing up when she reaches the apex of her thighs. She won’t dive in, that isn’t her goal. ‘’You and I both know you can take care of yourself, but from now on until the end of our days I’ll spend every waking moment protecting you, make sure no one else dares to hurt you with me by your side.’’ 

The only sound in the room that could be heard were Natasha’s labored breaths, her body so relaxed with her mind being the complete opposite. She looks down, notices how reverently Wanda brushes her lips on her thighs, but more importantly notices the tiny smirk at the corner of her girlfriend’s mouth. 

‘’You look like you’re up to something,’’ Natasha observes as Wanda starts to use her tongue to lick just under her navel, right above the scar she received many years ago. The sokovian continues her ministration, her eyes looking into Natasha’s. Wanda’s smirk cannot be denied. ‘’What have you done now?’’ 

‘’Must I spell it out for you?’' Wanda says, a laugh escaping her at her own unintended pun. She moves back, a soft red glow enveloping her hand, a tiny black box left behind as the magic evaporates. ‘’Remember last month, when Clint insisted that I come with him on that mission?’’ 

‘’I do. You went into that car so fast I didn’t even have the chance to kiss you goodbye,’’ Natasha pouts remembering the event, how disturbing it was for her to see her girlfriend act as if she couldn’t get far enough away from her. Wanda pulls open the small box, confident as she turns it around to let Natasha see. ‘’Wanda, are you sure you want to do that?’’ 

‘’What part of ‘until the end of our days I’ll spend every waking moment protecting you’ don’t you understand?’’ Wanda asks, her green eyes getting glassy with tears. ‘’I’ve never been more sure of anything. I love you, Natasha. You are the reason I get up every morning, the air that I breathe everyday and I cannot simply live without you.’’ 

‘’Babe stop, you’re going to make me cry.’’ 

‘’I think it’s quite a bit late for that.’’ Wanda smiles through her own tears, cradling Natasha’s jaw with one hand and wiping off a few tears with her thumb. ‘’So, what do you say? Would you make me the happiest woman in the world and be my wife?’’ 

‘’Yes, a million times yes!’’ 

More tears fall as Wanda slides the slim gold band mounted with an emerald on Natasha’s ring finger, a few meaningful kisses sealing this promise of a life long commitment, and amidst this joyful moment a scream resounds from outside their bedroom. 

‘’GUYS! NATASHA SAID YES!’’ 

‘’FUCKING FINALLY!’’ 

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‘’I’ll kill him, I swear!’’ 

Warnings: Overstimulation, daddy kink, reading is a brat, oral sex, dom/sub undertones

Words: 988

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You fucked up, you know you did. You were just so horny that, for a moment, you forgot any and all rules Rio gave you at the start of your relationship. Ones that you agreed to follow at that. She was partly to blame, even if she would never admit it, teasing you all day while out doing what it is she was doing as Death, sending you texts that would make a nun blush, pictures of her that you still don’t know how she managed to take as she was supposed to be reaping souls. 

It was after one such picture of a topless Rio standing in a forest where you could see someone face down in the background, that you caved. You touched yourself and came thinking about Rio, how hot she is while in her work form, how she could lift you up with one arm only, how quick she is to defend you…

You were still reeling from the force of your orgasm that you didn’t hear the audible pop Rio made as she appeared in your living room, didn’t see the way her eyes darkened upon seeing you with your hand buried in your pants. 

‘’Well well well, what have we here.’’ 

You didn’t even scream, or move. The picture perfect statue, except for the way your chest fell and rose with each panicked breaths. 

‘’Oh no, don’t stop on my account,’’ Rio said calmly, all too calmly you felt like. She sat on the coffee table, fixing you with a stare you knew meant you were in trouble. ‘’Go on, continue what you were doing.’’ 

‘’Rio-‘’ 

‘’Don’t ‘Rio’ me, brat.’’ Anyone else would shit their pants at the way Rio was talking to you, but it only made your want her more. You loved getting on her nerves, seeing her angry. ‘’You want to touch yourself without my permission? Fine. But you won’t stop until I tell you to.’’ 

‘’But I can’t-‘’ 

‘’Yes you can, and you will.’’ 

The command was enough to make you come a second time, and you didn’t even have the decency to blush for it. Rio smirked like she knew what you just did, arms crossed as she waited for you to comply, getting quite impatient at having her view obstructed by your pants and vanishing them with the snap of her fingers. You did as she asked, using two of your fingers to circle your clit, opening your legs more to let Rio see the arousal dripping from your hole. Her jaw ticked, and you knew she was seconds away from getting the job done herself. 

You came for the third time a few minutes later, writhing on the couch, head thrown back as your vision filled with stars. Rio was silent in her observation of you, the temperature having dropped around her, the air carrying this scent of upending doom, but you couldn’t go on. Your hand was shaking, your legs trembling, you cunt so sensitive you didn’t even want to try for more. 

‘’What’s the matter baby? Are you done already?’' Rio asked you, head tilting to the side. Stupidly you nodded, forgetting what she told you earlier. You would cry if she forced you to go on, and she knew that. Wanted that, even. ‘’Well that’s too bad for you.’’ 

‘’But Rio-‘’ A lone tap on your girlfriend’s thigh made you stop, the words catching in your throat at your mistake. ‘’Daddy, please I can’t do it!’’ 

‘’You can’t do it, or you won’t?’’ You were caught. You could continue to play with yourself, but you would much rather it be Rio touching you. ‘’Very well, but I better not hear you complaining.’’ 

You asked for it, you know you did, but the way Rio lays down on the couch in between your legs, her arms pining you down you can’t even move an inch, makes you regret everything. Almost. 

Heat grows in your lower belly once again as Rio fucks your hole with her tongue, laps at you like she wants to eat you alive, her fingers soon joining the mix as she moves her mouth to your clit, sucking it in. You come for a fourth time with tears streaming down your face, thinking that maybe you should’ve waited for her. This is getting too much, and before you know it Rio rips a fifth orgasm out of you, not showing any sign of letting up. You see her shift on the couch, a green glow coming from in between her legs, and you whine. Rio sits back and allows you less than a second of rest to see the erect cock dangling in between her own legs before she begins to fuck you with it. 

‘’That’s it baby, keep those legs open and let daddy fuck you with her cock like a good girl,’’ Rio groans, fucking into you at a punishing pace. You moan, a sound between pain and pleasure, your back arching, chasing after whatever your girlfriend is willing to give you. ‘’Give me one more, I know you can!’’ 

Your sixth orgasm tears out of you with a cry, your mind going blank, your legs trembling like you know you won’t be able to use them for a while. You sob, begging for Rio to stop, that you understand now, telling her that you won’t do it again -you both know that’s a lie- but your girlfriend doesn’t listen to you. 

‘’Oh baby, we both know if you wanted me to stop you would’ve used your safe word by now,’’ Rio mocks you as she redoubles her effort to make you come again. She’s right, of course. ‘’Next time you’ll think about it before disobeying me, yeah?’’ 

You nod dumbly, because you would do anything to please Rio at the moment, but she and you both know the truth. 

Not me getting up earlier than usual before work to go get my free drink at Starbucks and write to hopefully finish all 4 days I have left to write before midnight today 😭

(I’m totally willingly giving you a sneak peek of day 28, no need to thank me 🤭)

Warnings: angst, hair pulling, smut

Words: 658

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a/n: I know this is probably the shortest one of them days (haven't checked) but I feel like if I tried writing more for this it wouldn't make any sense by the end of it, so while it might not fit the prompt (see, hair pulling) as I did try but failed (I think, but most definitely) to do so, either way this is still a little smut and I hope you'll like it!

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“And when I die, a long, very long time from now,” Agatha whispers, her next words fueled by centuries of deep rooted anger. “I never want to see your face again.” 

“You’re lying,” Rio says, unable to believe what Agatha is telling her. She might not want to see her for a time, but never again…it’s unthinkable. “That can’t be the truth.” 

“You make me sick,” Agatha barks, a flicker of uncertainty in her gaze even as her words come out harsh. The words taste like ash in her mouth, but what she wants is to hurt the one she loves just like she did all those years in the past. “Your face makes me sick.” 

“But…” Death’s facade breaks, tears streaming down her cheeks as she falls to her knees. “That’s the face you fell in love with, I can’t just-damn it Agatha you can’t force me to forget you!” 

They were so close to begin with, meeting with each other in a secluded part of the road after the last trial ended, away from the rest of Agatha’s coven.  She doesn’t want to fight it, this attraction, this love she still feels for her wife. But the hurt runs deep, and Agatha doesn’t know how to let go of it. 

“Do you love me?” Agatha asks suddenly, wanting to end this. Rio nods in disbelief, so fast in the act that her neck starts to hurt. But she only has eyes for Agatha, whose hands is now patting her jaw. “Then show me.” 

“How?” 

“You know how, puppy.” 

Agatha slips her thumb inside Rio’s mouth, and the cosmic entity’s eyes lit up in recognition. The pet name alone is enough to have Rio moving forward, and soon enough Agatha finds herself naked from the waist down, her pants chucked off somewhere it’s not needed. The purple witch, not that she is much of a witch these days as her purple has been stolen from her, yanks Rio closer, tugs her along until her back hits a tree. 

Death is quick to rip the last barrier between her and her prize, a torn underwear now laying at her feet as the hand on the back of her head urges her forward. It’s quick, and it’s messy, but Rio is so good with her tongue. Agatha pulls on her hair and the green witch whimpers in pain, in pleasure, one can never know with her. 

‘’That’s it puppy, keep going and don’t stop!’’ Agatha cries out, her legs trembling as Rio uses a combination of her tongue and fingers to drive her closer to the edge. It’s everything she’s ever wanted, yet it is not enough. Agatha’s wet, she’s pretty sure if she looks down Rio’s entire top is drenched in her arousal, but she needs more. ‘’Come on Rio, do your worst!’’ 

And Rio rises to the challenge. She redoubles her effort, sucks on Agatha’s clit a bit harder, adds another finger inside her lover’s soaked core, moans as said lover pulls her hair, forcing her to come even closer…

When Agatha comes, she does so very loudly. Her body shakes with the force of her orgasm, barely able to hold herself up against the tree, and if Rio wasn’t intent on making her cum for the second time in a row Agatha would be on the floor, gasping for breath. 

Rio looks up through her eyelashes, sees how Agatha is looking down on her, but both are oblivious to two sets of footsteps approaching, that is until the newcomers look up in turn and start to scream. 

‘’WHAT THE HELL AGATHA! RIO!’’ 

‘’BILLY QUICK, GET THE BLEACH! I need to erase this image from my mind!’’ 

‘’WHY ARE YOU TWO STILL LOOKING?!’’ 

‘’I don’t know, I’m in shock Agatha!’’ 

‘’CLOSE YOUR DAMN EYES JEN!’’ 

‘’I’M TRYING BILLY!’’ 

Warnings: Omegaverse, Alpha!Wanda, Omega!Reader, knotting, marking, reader has powers I'm just being unclear about it, smut

Words: 3,801

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“Gather around students, the visit is about to start!” 

Someone shoved you on their way to the front of the queue, totally ignoring your yelp of pain as they dug their elbow into your side. An alpha, judging by their too proud sent, and the sneer they sent your way. 

“Watch yourself, omega!” 

You wanted to say something in your own defense, stand up for yourself and knock the alpha down a few pegs , but your inner omega begged you not to start a fight right now. She had been extra fidgety though since the bus brought you here, on her guard. So you bent your head low in submission, and the alpha was on their way. Your professor didn’t say anything, he never did. Not when someone insulted you in his class, much less in the hallway and even less now. 

It must have something to do with your unnervingly golden eyes, you thought. Or the way sometimes when someone was being extra mean to you and you were feeling in the mood to retaliate sharp claws would appear at the end of your fingers. 

Nonetheless, you followed the group. This was an opportunity some people would die for, to visit the famous Avengers Compound and hope for a glimpse of one the heroes defending your world. You’d heard some of your classmates bragging that they could take down the Black Widow if she was weaponless, or even the Scarlet Witch herself. Idiots, the lot of them. As if two of the most powerful alphas in the world would bend so easily . 

“Remember students, we’re here as visitors and representatives of our university, so behave,” the professor’s voice echoes in the hall, his eyes falling upon you. “Especially you. We don’t want you ruining things for others.” 

“Yes professor.” 

A few people snickered at your expense but you ignored them, for once. As soon as you stepped foot inside the building your inner omega started freaking out, pacing in anticipation like something big was about to happen. It sure did smell amazing in there, not what you would expect of the Avengers’ home. It smelled warm, like a toasty marshmallow put inside a hot chocolate you’d drink in front of the chimney on a cold winter day, with notes of vanilla and a hint of something you couldn’t quite describe. Something strange, something…magical. 

The first stop was inside Tony Stark’s lab, where the fifteen of you plus your professor piled in, watching silently as the billionaire and the Hulk -Bruce- explained what they were doing. Currently they were working on adding some modifications to one of the Avengers’s suit, and the scent you’ve been smelling since coming here was stronger somehow now. It was making you dizzy and your omega was loosing her mind. 

“Wanda asked us to add a few layers of protection to her suit, in case she were to loose focus and accidentally fall to her death,” Tony Stark says while laughing, but the words were no laughing matter to your omega. It appalled you even, and your scent must’ve shown your distress because the beta looked right at you. “It was a joke, she didn’t exactly say it like that.” 

You blushed at being singled out, but flinched by the warning glare your professor sent your way. 

“Why does she need more protection?” One of the cockier alpha in your class asks, one whose parents had the kind of money you could only dream of. “If she is as powerful as everyone is saying, she shouldn’t need this!” 

“It’s a precaution you idiot!” You surprised yourself by talking out loud, voice laced with venom. You could feel your fingernails sharpen, your eyes tingling like they do when they start to glow. “Everyone needs protection, you can’t always rely on your powers if you have them. What if someday they’re gone when you need them the most?” 

“Precisely, miss?” 

Tony was looking at you, intrigued by your display, but you were back to looking at the floor, ashamed by your outburst. 

“This is y/n, one of my students,” you heard your professor say, his disgust at you well hidden behind a learned mask of politeness. “She’s an omega, one who doesn’t know how to keep their mouth shut.” 

“Ah, but she does make a good point,” Tony says as he walks to you. You can feel his hand hovering over your shoulder, the hesitation. “She’s right, of course. No one more than I know that you cannot always rely on your powers or equipment, back up plans are a must. Good job y/n.” 

You blink, warmth gone from your eyes, and nod in thanks to the billionaire.

‘’Right, so I think your next stop awaits,’’ Tony claps his hands as he goes back to the suit, Wanda Maximoff’s suit. ‘’We’ve set up a little area for you where some of the Avengers agreed to show you some fighting moves, a training course if you will.’’ 

‘’Thank you Mr Stark, that’s very kind of you,’’ your professor says as he ushers the first few students out of the lab. ‘’We’ll be sure to tell everyone how generous you were, some people would die to spare with any of you!’’ 

‘’Oh, no need to thank me,’’ Tony lets out while fiddling with his tools. He puts away the suit he and Bruce had been working on, and suddenly your mind is clear. ‘’Just try not to actually get killed by Natasha. She’s the one who volunteered to show you some of her tricks, but she does hate overconfident younger alphas. So please, reign your students in professor.’’ 

Your teacher blanches at the hidden threat, and all of you are on your way. The lab’s door closes behind you, and once more you’re hit with the same intense smell from before. You stumble in your step, almost bumping into one of your classmate, but you manage to prevent your own fall at the very last second. No one notices, of course, as they’re all focused on what is happening in front of them. 

The only reason you even realize you’ve stepped into another room is because your inner omega is screaming inside your head, urging you to push everyone aside, to go see what they’re looking at. The scent is even worse here, coating the walls, clinging to the floor, it’s all over the place. You can hear the sound of two people fighting -sparring- in front of you, but you’re too busy trying to actually understand what your omega is saying to concentrate on it like everyone else. Your body is getting warmer by the second, you can feel your fangs poke your lips, your eyes glowing…And then, as people seem to move in front of you, clarity. 

Mate. Mate is here. 

The realization hits you just as a loud growl reverberates in the room. You look up, startled, to see the famous Black Widow struggling to hold her teammate in place, and the sight is near enough to bring you to your knees. 

‘’My apologies, for…this,’’ Natasha Romanoff says as she yanks on her friend’s arm, urging her to get a grip of herself. ‘’But Wanda here has a lot of pent up energy to relieve. She can be…overwhelming, at times.’’ 

‘’No no no, it’s quite alright you don’t need to justify yourself,’’ your professor turns to you while saying this, unaware of the green eyes tracking his movements. One look at the state of you is all it takes for a warning growl to come from him, and for your knees to buckle under you. ‘’I told you to reign in your freak, they’re going to throw us out you little-‘’ 

Another loud growl, the same as before, stops your professor before he can finish.  The sweet scent you’ve been smelling quickly turns sour with anger, and before you can even consciously think about it you start to release soothing pheromones to calm down your mate. Wait-

Eyes up, she’s here! Mate is here!

You smell her approach before you can even see her. The scent that’s been making you dizzy since arriving for the visit comes closer than ever, your nose twitching from the sweetness of it, and before you know it a  steady purr starts in your chest. 

Goddamnit y/n look up! 

And you do. The warmth inside you that’s slowly starting to get uncomfortable intensifies as you finally meet the eyes of the one you’ve been waiting for. Her green eyes are absolutely hypnotizing, and given the chance you could spend an entire day looking into them and you know you wouldn’t get bored. Her toned arms also look like the perfect place to sink your teeth in…

Wanda chuckles and you’re suddenly reminded that your mate, your mate of all people is a mind reader. And she totally heard what you’ve just thought about her. Including how hot she looks now glaring at your professor. 

“I wasn’t aware that professors were allowed to bully their students these days,” Wanda appears calm, but her scent says otherwise. No one seems to understand what has happened, the bond that’s been unearthed, except for Natasha Romanoff. She’s looking at you knowingly as you track her teammate’s movements. “You have approximately ten seconds to apologize to y/n.” 

“But why-“ 

“She’s her mate you imbecile,” Natasha shouts as Wanda lowers one finger for each second that passes. “And you’ve just insulted her. Do you have a death wish?” 

“But I didn’t-“ 

“Five, four,” Wanda continues to count, her eyes dangerously glowing a deep red color only her can seem to pull off. “I’ve yet to hear an apology. Two, o-“ 

“WAIT! No no no, I’m sorry,” your professor pleads, and he actually gets down on his knees. “I didn’t know she was your mate, she didn’t tell us anything!” 

“Am I to understand that you make it a habit to belittle all your students then?” Wanda asks, knowing the truth already. Your surface thoughts were very telling. “Or is it because she’s an omega, and by the looks of it the only one in your class?” 

Silence. Your professor looked white as a sheet, unable to form a single word. But Wanda didn’t need to hear what he had to say, she knew already. 

“Listen to me and listen to me very clearly,” Wanda growls while her hands lit up with her powers. “You and your entire class will gather your things and leave. Immediately.”

“But my students haven’t even-“ 

“What? Done anything?” Wanda’s tone is mocking as she eyes your classmates, none of them willing to aid your teacher. “That’s precisely the problem. I know all about the constant verbal abuse my omega’s been subjected to by her peers, how unfair you’ve treated her because of what? Her differences?” 

“How do you even know that?” 

“I’m a mind reader dear, I can hear every single one of your thoughts,” Wanda looks around, head tilted to the side. The purr inside your chest gets stronger, now loud enough for even those outside the room to hear. “Now run along. Before I make you.” 

You would be laughing at the way everyone flees like their butts are on fire, but your mind is so fuzzy, your inner omega continually chanting your mate’s name, that you ignore them. You ignore everyone that isn’t Wanda. Your skin is on fire by the time she turns to you, and the way she tilts her head again leaves you whimpering for something you’ve never had before. 

“Hello darling, are you alright?” Wanda asks you, slowly approaching you like you would a scared animal. Natasha is long gone by now, the room devoid of the famous Black Widow. “It’s just me y/n, just the two of us.” 

“I-you’re, you’re my…” it’s a struggle to form a full sentence, your throat dry, your purrs intensifying as Wanda gets closer to you. “Mate. You’re my mate.” 

“Indeed I am, and it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, my omega.’’ 

You could sob at the sweet tone Wanda’s using to talk to you, how careful she approaches you so as not to startle you, but for a few seconds now all your cloudy mind can focus on is the slick gathering in your underwear. The scent of your arousal permeates the air, and you can see the moment Wanda catches a whiff of it. Her jaw ticks, her eyes twitch, and her entire body freezes with a control a few Alphas would be capable off. Shit. 

You should’ve seen the signs, how your temperature rose as time went on, how uncomfortable the clothes on your skin made you feel, how dizzy your were just smelling your mate’s scent… 

‘’Y/n, did you come here knowing that you were in heat?’’ Wanda asks you, and your eyes widen as you start to think that your mate believes you came here willingly to attract attention, to find someone to fulfill your needs. It couldn’t be further from the truth, and you whine in distress as your inner omega thinks you already fucked up with your alpha. And Wanda, her eyes scanning your face, heard everything. Including how you started having all the symptoms you’ve been having only when you entered the compound. ‘’Oh, baby did I trigger it?’’ 

‘’…I think you might have, yeah,’’ you admit as your hands fiddle with the hem of your hoodie. There’s a clear rip sound and you look down to see your claws -yes, claws- have ripped holes into your t-shirt, and your hoodie is hanging off your shoulders, in tatters. ‘’Nooo, this was my favorite!’’ 

‘’I could buy you a new one,’’ Wanda suggests tentatively. You look up at her through your tears, a satisfied purr leaving your body. ‘’I mean, only if you want to, of course. I don’t want to assume or anything-‘’ 

‘’I would love that, thank you Alpha!’’ 

In hindsight, maybe going all koala bear and wrapping yourself around your newly found mate while going into heat might not have been the brightest idea you’ve ever had in your entire life. You were pretty sure Wanda was giving herself brain damage with how hard she was clenching her teeth, trying to keep her hands to herself and be respectful. You were unconsciously rubbing your soaked panties on her stomach and she was desperately trying not to fuck your brains out without having a proper conversation first. When did you even take off your pants? 

‘’Y/n, please slow down,’’ Wanda tries to warn you, huffing in slight annoyance as she fails to detach you from her. You were too busy giving Wanda’s neck a few open mouth kisses to even bother listening to her. ‘’At least let me transport us somewhere other than a very public use space?’’ 

You purr in approval, too far gone and happy to keep doing what you are doing. You feel weightless for less than a second before you find yourself unceremoniously thrown on top of a bed, your breath catching in your throat as you see Wanda slowly unbuttoning her shirt. 

‘’I can smell your arousal from here,’’ Wanda says, almost done with her shirt’s buttons. You whine, impatient. ‘’You’re going to make my life a living hell, aren’t you?’’ 

‘’Maybe,’’ you whisper, cheeky grin lighting up your face. A squeal leaves your lips as you get dragged to the edge of the bed by your feet, your legs automatically wrapping around your mate’s waist. ‘’Are you mad about it?’’ 

‘’Not at all y/n,’’ Wanda whispers right into your ear, and in the snap of her fingers your clothes disappear alongside hers. You can’t help your eyes from straying, and fuck she’s big. ‘’Like what you see?’’ 

In lieu of answering you tug Wanda closer by the back of her neck and crash your lips against hers, not even fighting her for dominance when the kiss deepens. Her touch soothes you, your omega squealing with joy, but it is not what you crave, what you need. You trail a hand down Wanda’s naked chest, a clear path in mind. Your alpha lets you do what you want, a deep growl coming from her when you wrap your hand around her cock to guide her to your entrance. The tip is barely in that you’re already clenching around nothing, arching your back and moving your hips forward in hopes that your mate understands the message. 

‘’You have no idea how hard it is not to loose control and completely ruin you,’’ Wanda groans as she slowly slides her cock inside you. You whine, wanting more of her in, but your alpha stops halfway. ‘’Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me. So wet.’’ 

‘’More, please I need more,’’ your skin is like an uncontrollable inferno, beads of sweat covering every inch of it, and the more Wanda teases you by not giving you what you want, the more slick runs out of your pussy. ‘’Alpha please, it hurts. Need you to fuck me!’’ 

‘’That bad?’’ Wanda teases you again, in in one smooth motion she finally slides the rest of her cock in. She stays there, still for a few moments, staring at you as you move your hips and try to fuck yourself on her cock. ‘’This heat is really kicking your ass, my poor little omega.’’ 

‘’Yes, yours!’’ 

You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good before. Not even your poor attempt at relieving yourself when you had to live through previous heats could compare to this. Wanda expertly ruts into you, her teeth grazing your neck, almost breaking the skin and you whine for her to go on, your scent urging her to do what every bonded pair inevitably does. As it was established, Wanda doesn’t need you to speak. She can hear your thoughts very well, her mind full of your inner voice chanting her name, begging her to bite, to claim. 

You let your head fall to the side, arching your neck in invitation, your scent luring in your Alpha. The message couldn’t have been more clear even if you tried. It might be your heat talking, because who would beg their mate to mark them on their first heat together (as if you were the first to ever do it)? Nonetheless, Wanda does kiss her way around your scent gland, leaves more than a few hickeys in her wake, and bites down. Hard. Your vision goes white as you come undone, your claws digging into Wanda’s back who doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by it as she keeps fucking you through your orgasm, even somehow bites down harder and then you come. Again. 

‘’That’s my good girl, my good little omega,’’ Wanda growls into your neck, licking the mating mark she proudly bit into you. Your pussy squeezes around her cock at the praise, and you whine for her to keep going. ‘’Yeah? You like that? My omega?’’ 

‘’Yours, all yours!’’ You cry out and it’s your turn now to nuzzle your way around your alpha’s neck, feeling her tense above you. You feel something bigger than her cock push against your entrance, and your inner omega goes wild. ‘’Keep going alpha, need you to knot me so bad!’’ 

‘’What a needy little omega, already came twice and still you want more?’’ Wanda mocks you even as she continues to wreck you. Her thrusts come hard and slow, her cock hitting that spot deep inside you that makes you see stars, and you’re all too happy to keep your head in her neck. Your fangs hurt with the need to bite her just as she did you. ‘’You want my knot omega? Want me to pump you full of my seed?’’ 

‘’Please Wanda, please!’’ You cry out, one of your teeth breaking your alpha’s skin. Her scent is drawing you in, like a moth to a flame, and soon enough it’s your turn to bite, to mark. Het knot slides right in your pussy, locking you two together, and as you bite harder, needing to have your mouth full of her, you both come. Your slick and her cum stay buried in your pussy, and the feeling of being so full, of Wanda suddenly biting down on your mating mark, again, makes you come for the fourth time. ‘’Fuckfuckfuck!’’ 

One week later, after days spent being taken care of -fucked- by your Alpha, you finally come out to see the light of day. Wanda insists on dragging you to breakfast, stating that you need proper nutrients and that you need to meet her pack, her family, now that you two are bonded. You demand that she carry you, because your legs still don’t work properly and in your own defense Wanda really did a number on them, fucking you for hours with her cock, with her mouth…

You feel a pinch on your inner thigh and you know your scent must’ve reflected the dirty thoughts you were having. It’s a warning you head, and not too soon as Wanda steps into the kitchen where you immediately feel dozens of eyes upon you. The scents are unfamiliar, except maybe for three of them which you know belong to Bruce, Tony and Natasha. Wanda nudges your chin up from where you’re hiding in her neck, forcing you to at least look at everyone instead of giving in to the temptation to bite down on her mating mark, again. 

‘’Everyone, this is y/n. She’s my mate,’’ Wanda announces with pride, and you blush as everyone greets you with surprising warmth. You are a stranger to them after all, but these people see you clinging to one of their own and already accept you. ‘’And you better be nice to her, or else!’’ 

‘’Or else what little witch?’’ The one you recognize as Sam, or the Falcon as he was known by the general public, taunts as he comes closer to the two of you. Either he doesn’t hear the warning growl Wanda emits, or the beta simply thrives on living in danger. One does not approach a newly mated omega without their alpha’s permission. ‘’You’re going to hex us?’’ 

You don’t like the tone he’s using, and you deliberately let your fangs and claws out, something you’ve learned to actively control somewhere between all the fucking you did with Wanda. Your eyes shine gold in warning and you can feel Wanda growl in approval. 

‘’I could, but she might kick your ass first.’’ 

And you know, you’re going to like it just fine here. After answering all the missed calls and text messages from your university and family, of course. 

Warnings: Impact play, spanking, paddle, hand spanking, dom/sub, mommy kink, reader is a brat, praise kink

Words: 1,607

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“That fucking idiot, talking to me like it’s not my literal job to save his ass!” 

You were not having a good day. It started this morning when Agatha told you that you couldn’t eat your favorite sugary cereal because you were out of them, so you had to settle for generic ones who tasted like literally nothing. 

Second, when you got to work you learned that you had to stay overtime because your favorite coworker was sick, and your chief insisted that you be the one staying longer at the station because you were the best on his team, and the afternoon shift would benefit from your experience. 

That wouldn’t have bothered you if not for the call you received about a fire in an elementary school, where the principal singled you out immediately and told you how shitty of a job you were doing getting his students out of there. First of all that wasn’t true, you basically led the whole damn operation when your captain was called elsewhere and they needed him, and second of all who was that jerk to tell you what to do? 

The man was lucky someone on the team had the foresight to send you back to the station with the first truck, otherwise you’d be frying him. Literally, on the road. 

But now you had all this pent up anger, this energy you didn’t know how to let out. Movement from the corner of your vision caught your attention, and for the first time since your workday started a smile lit up your face. 

“Agatha you’re home!” You waste no time jumping into her arms, happy to feel her touch on your skin. It grounded you, always. “I missed you all day!” 

“Is that so?” Agatha asks you, rubbing your back. She could feel how tense you were, but she also noticed how fast you melted into a puddle in her lap. “I heard you cursing in the hallway, did something happen at work?” 

“Don’t even get me started on that.” Your anger comes back at the thought of what took place earlier. You couldn’t even look at your girlfriend without a frown marring your face, and you were worried she’d think it was because of her. “I almost killed a guy today.” 

“Baby, you’re a firefighter you’re supposed to save people not kill them,” Agatha’s laugh was like a balm to your soul, even if only for a time. “Besides, killing people is my job.” 

“You’re not funny,” you mumble as a thought slowly occurred to you. There was a way for you to let loose, and you knew Agatha wouldn’t say no to you. “Aggie, can we play?” 

Silence. You chance a glance up, noticing Agatha already looking at you with blue eyes full of dark promises. 

“Baby are you sure? Right now of all time?” Agatha asks you, her voice unsure even as her hands fall on your hips. “You should be resting.” 

“I don’t want to rest,” you whine, coupled with one of your famous pout. Her lips twitch, her hands sneak under your shirt. You won. “I want you to make me forget today ever happened, please? I’m asking nicely?” 

“That is because you have manners, no thanks to your parents for that.” 

Agatha always took the opportunity to insult the ones who gave you life, did it to their face even. They didn’t like her, and the feeling was mutual. Not that their opinions mattered. 

“Come on pretty girl, get up,” Agatha tells you, patting your ass. You grumble against her neck, happy to stay right where you are. “Angel, did you or did you not ask me to play?” 

“I did.” 

“Then why am I not seeing your cute little ass running into our bedroom?” The spank Agatha gives you resounds in the air, and you can’t help but squirm in her lap at the sting it leaves on your skin. “Get up baby, I’ll be right behind you.” 

Reluctantly you stand up on your own, walking to your bedroom but not without looking back at Agatha with another pout on your face. She only has to tilt her head for you to turn back around and move into your room like your ass is on fire. Well, it was about to be. 

When Agatha joins you five minutes later, as you’d expected, she sees you kneeling on the floor near the end of your bed, naked as the day you were born. She hums at the sight of your preferred object you want her to use laying on the bed. 

“I see you thought ahead already. Good girl,” Agatha says, the praise landing right where she wants to. You blush, your eyes pleading for something, anything as heat grows in between your legs. “Now, you asked for this, but it doesn’t mean you can’t call for a time out. If it gets too much you call out your safe word, I won’t strive to make you say it but if I feel like you’re not being truthful and are just acting like the stubborn little brat that you are and demanding more when I know you’ve had enough, I will stop everything myself. Do you understand?’’ 

‘’Yes ma’am, I understand.’’ 

In a flash you’re suspended in the air by threads of lavender magic, Agatha looking down on you unimpressed. You try to breath in some air, but with her hand around your neck it is quite a difficult task to achieve. 

‘’That’s not my name now, is it brat?’’ Agatha says, voice deep in warning. She made your clothes disappear, and as such starts to twist one of your nipple in retaliation for your error. ‘’I know that pretty little mouth knows how to address me correctly, so go on. Say it, before I loose my patience.’’ 

‘’Mommy, please I’m sorry!’’ You squeak out, powerless as you find yourself bent over the bed. One of your girlfriend’s hand is slowly massaging your ass, a tease for what you asked her to do. ‘’I won’t do it again, I promise!’’ 

‘’I know it is a lie, but I do appreciate the sentiment,’’ and without any warning, as if you asked for it anyway, one hard spank lands on your ass. You gasp, hands fisting the bedsheets under you. ‘’We will start with thirty, and you better thank me for every single one of them!’’ 

It starts slow, at first. Agatha uses the leather paddle you laid out on the bed, the one used most frequently when you’re being good and nicely ask for it. She takes her time, waiting for you to thank her as was instructed, watching your ass turn red as the number of spanks grows. Your mind is blissfully blank by the twentieth you receive, but even then you remember to thank her. You always do. 

You are patiently waiting for the next hit, red ass in the air, when you feel something hard rub against your pussy. Immediately you chase after whatever it is, and almost instantly a harsh spank lands on your ass. 

‘’Stay still brat,’’ Agatha growls as she slams her strap inside you all the way. ‘’Let mommy use you while she gives you what you want, yeah?’’ 

‘’Please! Thank you mommy!’’ Your vision blacks out for a second as Agatha starts fucking you with a slow and steady rhythm, just enough to get you going but not enough to send you over the edge. ‘’Harder, please mommy!’’ 

This time Agatha uses her hands to spank you, laughing at your expense as you arch your back and bend your ass, begging for more. 

‘’You still have quite a bit to go, do you want to add more?’’ 

‘’Whatever you want mommy, just-please, can I come?’’ You ask, stars dancing at the edge of your vision as another spanks lands while Agatha ruts into you harder. ‘’Oh fuck fuck fuck mommy!’’ 

Sparks dance along your skin, a dead giveaway that you’re getting close. But you hold it in, waiting for permission. You’re pretty sure your fucked out mind counts at least twenty more hits to your ass, more than was previously agreed upon but not unwelcome as your pussy squeezes around Agatha’s strap and ruins the bed under you even further, before the sweet sound of your girlfriend’s voice gives you the green light. 

You come hard, legs shaking with the force of your release, mind wiped from all thoughts as your arms stop working and you fall to the bed, spent. You don’t think you can move on your own anymore. 

‘’Good girl, very good,’’ Agatha tells you, her purple dancing along your skin and soothing the ache in your backside. You whine pitifully as she slides her strap-on out of your pussy, your legs squeezing together in a poor attempt to keep her close. ‘’Quit whining, I’ll be back.’’ 

And coming back she does. Agatha rubs a soothing cream into your ass, watching for any sign of discomfort on your face. But as blissed out as you are you would honestly let her do anything. You also know she’s supposed to use a soft warm towel to wipe the mess you’ve made in between your legs, but suddenly you find yourself on your back with your eyes to the ceiling, feeling Agatha’s arms wrap around your thighs and pining you to the bed once again. 

Curious, you look down only to be met with Agatha’s mischievous smile. 

‘’Just lay back and relax baby, okay? Mommy didn’t get to have her dinner yet, and she’s starving for a taste of you.’’ 

Warnings: Gags, handcuffs, strap-on, dom/sub undertones

Words: 876

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‘’What the fuck was that out there?!’’ Natasha is beyond angry at this point. The mission had gone south as soon as Wanda was cornered in the building, and instead of calling for backup like usual the witch tried to handle it on her own. ‘’You almost got yourself killed!’’ 

‘’No I didn’t, I’m fine Nat!’’ 

‘’No you’re not fine! Look at you!’’ There was blood all over Wanda’s suit, and Natasha wasn’t a hundred percent sure it all came from their enemies. ‘’The plan was to call for help if you got ambushed, why didn’t you listen?!’’ 

‘’Because, I handled it!’’ 

Natasha barely touched her girlfriend’s shoulder but even that made the witch whimper pitifully. She could never fool her, the others maybe, but not Natasha. 

‘’Clearly,’’ Natasha sighed heavily, her blood boiling when she sees her girlfriend healing herself using her powers. ‘’You little shit! Why didn’t you do that in the first place?!’’ 

‘’Because I like to fuck with you a little, is that a crime?’’ Wanda knows she’s playing with fire, but this is not a game they haven’t played before. She could listen when she wanted to, but when Natasha was so riled up that she lost control… ‘’I can do what I want, I don’t have to listen to you all the time you know.’’ 

You could hear a pin drop as the words settled in the room, the taunt clear. 

‘’Is that so?’’ Natasha growls as she advances on Wanda, cornering the witch against the door. The grin on her girlfriend’s face told the spy everything she needed to know. ‘’Does my little brat need a reminder as to why she should listen to me? Is that what this is?’’ 

‘’I don’t know what you’re talking about, I just wanted-‘’ Wanda’s words get cut off as Natasha presses a hand on her neck, long fingers squeezing in warning. ‘’You’re just giving me what I want now. Who’s in control then?’’ 

‘’What’s funny is you thinking that you are,’’ Natasha snarls against her neck, pressing just that little bit harder on her girlfriend’s throat to feel her gulp. ‘’You will listen to me.’’ 

‘’Make me.’’ 

If Natasha’s eyes could throw dagger Wanda would be dead right now. As it is the spy drags her by the neck and throws her on their bed, straddling her and effectively stoping any escape plan she might have. 

‘’Look at you, acting all tough and independent when I know for a fact you need me to tell you what to do,’’ Natasha says as she tugs Wanda’s zipper down, revealing her naked chest. The spy pinches her nipples, delights in the whines the witch makes. ‘’You’re just being difficult, I know that.’’ 

‘’Then why are you-fuck, why are you giving me exactly what I want?’’ 

‘’Who says I was?’’ Natasha’s grin is feral as she pines Wanda’s hands above her head, grabbing the handcuff under her pillow and closing them around the witch’s wrists faster than one can blink. ‘’You don’t get to speak, or even touch me tonight do you understand?’’ 

‘’But-‘’ 

‘’Do not make me repeat myself.’’ Natasha stands up from the bed to go inside their closet, coming back out five minutes later wearing a strap on and an object dangling from her hand that Wanda hates with a passion. ‘’Color?’’ 

‘’Green.’’ 

A gag. A fucking ball gag is put in Wanda’s mouth. Natasha contemplates her work in silence, sees the frustrated tears threatening to fall from green eyes. The spy isn’t nice as she lines up her fake cock with Wanda’s entrance, slams into her without giving her girlfriend time to adjust. 

‘’I’ll fuck this little attitude out of you, yeah?’’ Natasha says, watching Wanda’s breast bounce as she fucks her. The handcuffs rattle as Wanda tries to escape them, wants to touch her, cries out through the gag in her mouth for her, but it is no use. ‘’Oh, is my poor baby regretting her choice? It’s a little too late for that don’t you think?’’ 

Wanda’s first orgasm of the nights rolls in unexpected, and the second comes immediately right after as Natasha relentlessly keeps fucking into her. Two hours later and the spy lost count of how many times she made her girlfriend come, and it is only because Wanda taps on her thigh three times that she lets up. 

Wanda’s thighs shakes as Natasha gets off of her, discarding the strap-on behind her and taking off the ball gag. Wanda gasps as she’s finally free, knowing this is her green light and using her powers to open the handcuffs and yanks Natasha down on her. 

‘’Good girl, you were so good baby,’’ Natasha whispers against her neck, gently massaging her sides. Wanda lets out a little whine as the spy tries to get up. ‘’Wanda I need to clean you up, and change the sheets. You’ve made a mess.’’ 

‘’Don’t care,’’ Wanda grumbles as she tugs Natasha down once again. ‘’Need cuddles.’’ 

‘’Baby, you’re going to be all sticky if we don’t clean up now,’’ Natasha warns, finally detangling herself from Wanda. ‘’We can cuddle all you want after, okay?’’ 

‘’…can I get ice cream then?’’ 

‘’Don’t push your luck.’’ 

Warnings: Biting, praise kink, fingering, threesome, daddy kink

Words: 1,248

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There were supposed to be having a quiet movie night, surrounded by their coven. Between running around trying to find Billy’s twin, accidentally reviving his mother in the process and essentially adding her to their close circle of friends, they can never catch a break. 

Rio was grumpy, clinging to Agatha with her head burrowed in her hair, not even trying to pretend she was paying attention to what was happening on screen. All she wanted was a little alone time with her wife, to bite down on that delicious neck who’d been taunting her since they sat down. Alas, they weren’t alone. 

But when had that ever stopped her? 

‘’Rio what are you doing?’’ Agatha asks as she feels Rio coiling tighter around her. This wasn’t an unusual behavior coming from her wife, but still Agatha was surprised. ‘’Are you cold or something?’’ 

‘’Nope,’’ Rio answers shortly, focused on that tantalizing patch of skin between Agatha’s neck and shoulder. Her canines ached, the need to mark, to bite, filling her every thoughts. ‘’Is it a crime that I want to cuddle my darling wife?’’ 

‘’Of course not, but you’re being extra clingy.’’ 

‘’I’m always clingy with you my Love.’’ 

Agatha rolls her eyes but doesn’t say anything more, curious to see where this is going. Thankfully their coven are too busy watching the sappy rom-com on screen to notice anything wrong with them, that or they’re already too used to their bullshit to say something. Which might be the case here. 

Rio for her part slowly inches down, nose trailing along the column of Agatha’s throat, inhaling her scent, feeling her breathe under her touch. Make no mistake, Agatha was the one wearing the proverbial pants in their relationship, and if she didn’t want Rio doing anything to her the green witch would immediately stop. The simple fact that her wife was content enough to let her do whatever went straight to Rio’s head. 

‘’Smell so good,’’ Rio whispers as she trails her tongue down her wife’s neck. Agatha shivers under her touch, ever so sensitive. ‘’I just want to…’’ 

The temptation is too much for Rio to resist. She barely looks up to check on Agatha before she opens her mouth wide and bites down, hard. Hard enough that she breaks skin, her hands gripping Agatha’s waist in a death grip as the taste of blood fills her mouth. It’s so addictive that Rio looses herself for a minute, sucks harder, and suddenly Agatha’s filthy moans resound. 

‘’Get a room you two!’’ 

It’s Wanda who shouts at them, a smirk on her face as Rio gives her the finger and snaps her impatient fingers to do just that. They’ve been in a weird dance with the Scarlet Witch ever since they got her back to life, always flirting with her but never taking it one step further. But it seems like Rio’s power suddenly got a mind of their own, as while they did transport them to their bedroom, a stray passenger cries out as she is forcibly taken along with them. 

‘’…I didn’t mean to bring me with you…’’ 

Rio grins as she detaches herself from Agatha, winking at a blushing Wanda while she wipes a bead of blood left on the corner of her mouth. And just because she can, Rio kisses her wife soundly on the mouth, all tongue and passion, out of breath by the time she returns her gaze to the Scarlet Witch. 

‘’Just because you didn’t mean to, doesn’t mean you don’t want to,’’ Rio drawls. The green witch crooks a finger, all taunt and satisfied smirk as an emerald thread pulled Wanda closer by the waist. ‘’Or were you not wondering what it would be like if I was biting you instead of Agatha?’’ 

‘’…i wasn’t…’’ 

‘’Come now Wanda, don’t lie to us,’’ Agatha pipes up, a lone finger tracing over Wanda’s clothed arm. ‘’You wouldn’t want to disappoint us now, would you?’’ 

‘’No, of course not.’’ 

Wanda’s full body blush was unavoidable, once she registered how quick she was to answer. 

‘’Good girl.’’ Agatha pats Rio’s thigh, points to their younger friend. Both take notice of Wanda’s reaction at the praise, thinking of all the possibilities. ‘’Give her a taste of your bite puppy, I want to see her reaction.’’

There is no struggle from Wanda as Rio plops down in her lap, no scarlet mist out to defend as the green witch yanks her head back, scratches her nails on her scalp. 

‘’Thought so.’’ Rio inhales the magical scent hovering all around Wanda, gets drunk on trying to absorb even a sliver of it. ‘’You’re shivering. Nervous I’ll eat you up?’' 

‘’Not at all.’’ That was a lie. 

‘’Then surely you won’t mind if I do this?’’ One hand goes down, sneaking inside Wanda’s pants. The Scarlet Witch struggles to stay quiet, biting her own lip as deft fingers move against her. ‘’So responsive for me. What about this?’’ 

Not giving any time for Wanda to adjust Rio pushes two of fingers inside her pussy, moving at a slow punishing pace. 

‘’Good girl Wanda.’’ Agatha is now up, standing next to the form of her wife fucking their little witch with her fingers. The praise lands right where she wants and one hand shoots up to forcibly invite her own to wrap around a pale throat. ‘’Yeah? Do you like when I call you that?’’ 

‘’Y-yes! Please.’’ 

‘’Please what?’’ Rio looks up, eyes turning dark at the sight of her wife’s hand encircling Wanda’s neck. She sighs. ‘’You may call me-‘’ 

‘’Daddy please bite me!’’ 

A pause, heavy silence. After a few too long seconds the room is filled with dark laughter, Wanda blushing heavier in her shame as one witch fingers her and the other chokes her. 

‘’You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you sweetheart?’’ Rio accentuates her words by repeatedly hitting that spongy spot deep inside Wanda, the one she’s quickly coming to understand makes the younger witch twitch and whine like she’s about to fall apart. ‘’You’ve been a very good girl by asking nicely, daddy will bite you alright.’’ 

Weeks of dancing around each other, acting unbothered by all their flirting while she was touching herself at night while thinking about them…All of it finally coming to an end. And, when Wanda looks to the side, seeking eye contact with Agatha, she knows her secret is out. 

She is about to say something about it too, but Rio chooses this exact moment to sink her teeth in her neck. Her moans come unbidden, sinful in volume yet exquisite in their sound. 

‘’I wish you could taste yourself Wanda, you’re so…addictive,’’ Rio admits, forcing herself to free the redhead’s neck from her bite. ‘’If you don’t stop be I will eat you alive.’’ 

‘’I have a feeling that she would like that.’’ Agatha says, the purple glow in her eyes coming back with a vengeance. She tilts Wanda’s head her way, adores the manner in which the younger witch leans into her touch, yearns for it. ‘’Our pretty girl here has been touching herself every night with us on her mind.’’ 

Rio’s grin is positively feral at the reveal. And Wanda, oh Wanda…the poor witch’s legs were out of commission for days after being thoroughly fucked by them.