#arya writes

you had instantly said yes, her response being a tight squeeze on your hand before she pressed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. and that’s why you were standing there, in a room filled with people whose net-worths were probably a 100 times more than yours. 

wanda couldn’t personally pick you up herself because she had been handling everything about the dinner herself, down to the food menu and the table cloths. she was particular about her choices like that. and the dinner was a way to show off to the shareholders and her competitors both. 

you don’t know a lot of details because honestly they bore you, and you really didn't care about what 50 year old men had to say about your gorgeously sexy, hot, middle aged girlfriend. 

but she was still thoughtful like always, she had her driver pick you up. he brought a beautifully long black dress with a cut in the leg along with him, courtesy of wanda, he had told you. you had felt darling in it when you first wore it but now, standing under the chandelier as you look around all the men in boring suits and women in cocktail dresses, you felt a bit overdressed

you had just arrived and as you were looking around to see a familiar face, wanda’s assistant came right in front of you. she smiled but it turned out to be more of a grimace and she ended up waving at you awkwardly, “hello, mrs. maximoff.”

kate was younger than you, different but reminded you of yourself in so many ways, so you smiled back comfortingly and held her hands in yours, giving a reassuring squeeze “kate, it’s lovely to see you again. how are you?” you had asked softly. 

there was no need to shout, the live band playing jazz was comfortingly quiet. “i’m okay, thank you so much for asking-” she said with a smile, visibly relaxing and you realise today must be a big day for her as well, as wanda’s only assistant. 

“ms maximoff said to seat you at the private bar. and she also told me to tell you that she will come and get you soon” she mumbles quick, fingers running over the tablet in her hand and you nod, your smile dropping slightly but you're glad kate didn’t notice. it was a bit upsetting, you hadn’t seen wanda properly in a week but it’s fine, you told yourself. 

she makes up for it by always staying in bed with you longer in the mornings, you thought.  

but still you were grateful wanda never forced you to mingle with her peers. not that you were insecure but because you had no will to talk to men whose major life achievements were their vintage car collections. they acted like wall-street was the only good thing that happened in this world and that irked you. so you chose to not have your paths meet. 

you let kate guide you to the private bar, where you smiled politely at the bartender and placed your drink’s order. this was the best part, you thought to yourself as you took a sip of your drink and leaned back against the bar. 

the people watching, where you observe every stupid thing someone did just so you could giggle about it later with wanda. and that thought alone brings a smile to your face. wanda making jokes along with you always made you happy. 

you're so deep in your thought that you don't even notice when the woman ends up sitting next to you but you're broken out of your spell when you hear her order her drink, knuckles tapping the counter. 

“whiskey, neat please.” her voice is raspy, commanding in a way that instantly makes you straighten your back. you glance towards her, racking your mind to see if you know her but you come up blank. 

her hair is long, cascading down her back and there is a white streak, very prominent in her brown hair. but you can still see the silver roots. she’s wearing a very loose brown colored suit, that is too big on her but she somehow manages to make it work. 

in the process of you sizing the woman up, she’s staring right back at you and she's the one who ends up breaking the silence. 

“shirley temple?”

“cosmopolitan.” you reply politely and the woman regards you with a small grin and then asks, in the sweetest voice “you old enough to drink, sweetheart?”

“excuse me?” you reply, baffled, blinking at her. but the heat that runs up your spine make your fingers tingle. the other woman chooses to ignore you, just waves her hand dismissively before turning fully towards you on the bar stool. 

you quickly establish that you don’t like her. 

she tilts her head to the side, and if possible, her eyes brighten into a deeper shade of blue, you stiffen even more. “ive seen you around the office with wanda.” 

“well, i have never seen you.” is all you say, your voice curt, your shoulders tight and youre sure your cheeks are red. but the woman ends up smiling again, taking a small sip of her drink. her eyes still on you. 

the woman places her drink back on the counter and regards you with what you would've called a sheepish grin if you didn't clearly notice the mischief in her eyes. “i like to work from home mostly, it’s more fun and i can drink on the clo-” 

you don’t mean to be dramatic, but you literally notice the temperature of the room drop, and you feel her before you even hear her voice. 

“agatha, i see you have met my wife.” you hear from behind and the grip you had on your glass loosens instantly. you feel wanda’s warm hand press against your shoulder blade and you lean back easily into her touch.

you can let her do all the thinking now. 

“wife?” the woman, agatha, chuckles, eyes shimmering as they quickly glance towards your hands. specifically, over your fingers and you subconsciously clench them into tight fists.

“well, i didn't know about that.” is all she ends up saying, eyes now fixed on wanda with an easy grin. 

“you wouldn't know. with those failed marriages and all.” wanda’s voice isn't loud, but it’s firm enough. her hand is still on your shoulder as she moves to stand besides you, and you finally get to see what she’s wearing. and your mouth dries up. 

“i’ve been married once, wanda. at least show a tiny bit of interest in my life.” agatha pouts at your girlfriend but you don't see it. 

youre focused on her, on wanda, dressed in an ivory turtleneck, her suit is again a black loose fit. her sleeves are pushed up, and the hand that's not on your shoulder, is tucked inside her pocket. 

“i dont want to.” is all wanda says, her head tilted to the side. her voice is low, her tone flat and agatha just hums, taking another sip of her drink. 

agatha’s eyes were back on you, over the rim of her glass and you can literally see her grin over it. “this one’s pretty cute-”

“no.” wanda replies, as she steps up in front of you. you don't see her facial expressions but agatha ends up giving wanda another pout before she stands up with her drink. 

she settles right in front of wanda, taking a deliberately slow sip of her drink, voice quiet but you still hear her, “you wound me, darling but-” she looks at you over wanda’s shoulder. 

she is taller than wanda, you blink. she winks at you, you blink again.

“until we meet again, sweetheart. te veo” she smiles at you then, a smug yet genuine grin and she’s gone. 

wanda is immediately in front of you, hands reaching to hold yours “hi, darling. i apologize for leaving you alone for so long.” and then she’s leaning down to press two kisses to the back of your hands. “did agatha give you a hard time?”

“hey, no- wanda it’s fine. please dont apologize and no she was fine, she didn-” you reply hastily, giving her hands a reassuring squeeze. and when you look up at her, she takes no time to press her lips against yours. once, twice and on the third time, her tongue comes to lick along the seams of your lips before she pulls away. 

you're dazed, and it takes a while for your vision to clear up again before you look back up at her. and she looks wicked. her eyebrows are furrowed but you're not sure if in anger or frustration. her pupils are blown and her lipstick is smudged and shes looking at you like she wants to devour you whole. 

you clench your legs together, quickly becoming aware of the seeping wetness between your thighs. and wanda’s eyes seem to follow your movements, focused on your exposed thigh and her jaw clenches. 

oh. 

oh, she’s very turned on. 

though, when she looks back at you, her eyes soften around the corners, and she manages to give you a gentle smile. “one hour, and then we can leave, is that fine?”

and when you answer with a meek ‘yeah’, she helps you stand up, albeit on slightly shaky legs and she lets you fix her lipstick. she doesn't parade you around like that, still being mindful of your preferences but instead settles you with people you know enough to be comfortable with. 

so when dinner finally rolls up, you thank carol or maria with a gentle smile before taking your seats. the dinner is a quiet affair, though wanda’s left hand settles easily over your thigh under the table and doesn't leave its place for a long time. 

after that, everything was rushed, wanda makes one more round, before entrusting everything to carol. she grabs your hand, doesnt even stop to let you look back or say your goodbye’s before you are almost dragged towards the parking. and when you tripped over your six-inch heels for the second time, all wanda did was pick you up and walk to the valet, ignoring your squeals. 

when the car is here, she easily helps you in the passenger's side, buckling your seatbelt for you before jogging to the driver's side. and then she is zooming out the basement and into the highway in no time. the ride is quiet, the air filled with a tension you arent sure what to label but wanda’s hand rubbing circles on your thigh was comforting enough. 

you don't know how it happened or why you even said it but the words came out of your mouth before you could even second guess them, “i have never met agatha before. she’s new.” 

wanda’s fingers stop their ministrations for a brief moment and if you were hyperfocused on her touch, you wouldn't even have noticed. you tense up just slightly, wondering if you said something wrong. curiosity killed the cat.

she takes a minute to respond, eyes flickering over the windshield before she finally hums out, her ministrations continuing “yeah, she has been overseeing the uk office for a few years, came back just this week.”

but satisfaction brought it back, you suppose.

that's all the conversation you two have for a short while before wanda glances at you, and then starts with an “im sure she probably liked you” 

what?

no, she’s got it all wrong. you turn to look at wanda, eyes widening slightly before you mumble “wanda, no- that’s not why i was say-”

“my darling girl, i know. i know.” she replies, eyes flickering to you briefly before they end up back on the road.

she squeezes your thigh comfortingly, and when she finally pulls up in her driveway, she turns to look at you. “i know, my love. i was just stating the obvious. everyone adores you.” 

and then she cups your cheek. you lean easily into her touch with a quiet sigh, relaxing instantly, eyes closing. the older woman coos and brushes her thumb over your cheekbone, touch gentle.

“she, however. she doesn't get to adore you, because you are mine, yes? are you not mommy’s girl?”

your eyes open at her words, at her tone, just how sickly sweet it is, but also because of the possession dripping from her words. and when your eyes flicker to her face, your breath ends up hitching. 

you can hardly see the green in her eyes, even with the lights in the driveway, because they were consumed by her pupils. and yet, she was still looking at you with such softness, that was so uniquely hers, her hand still pressed against your cheek.

you shift in the passenger’s seat and shit, you're wet. you just can’t help it, you nod, once, twice before you reach to press a kiss to her palm. “i’m mommy’s girl. only yours.” 

and that seems to please wanda enough because she grants you a beautiful smile, her dimple prominent. 

“good girl, dolly. now, please would you please be a dear for me and go strip down in the bedroom? i want you on your hands and knees. could my pretty girl do that for me?”

fuck. you shift again in the seat, your panties sticking to your wet sex. you nod again, she merely tilts her head and you correct your wrong, “yes, mommy. i can.”

she gives you another smile, and when her hand leaves your cheek to unbuckle your seatbelt, you're out of the car. you enter the pin to the main door, take your heels off near the shoe rack and then you're walking upstairs.

it takes no time for you to find wanda’s bedroom and then you start to take of your dress. it’s a bit hard having to unzip the dress but you make do. and when you're finally just in the maroon lingerie you chose for wanda, you bite your lip. the bralette, sheer with its lacey floral patterns and the thong, sinful.

you're not sure if you should take it off as well, because you want wanda to see, you know how the lace drives her insane. but she also said to strip down.

so you take a calculated risk. you keep the lingerie on and settle on your hands and knees on wanda’s bed. and then you wait, five minutes, then ten.

when you’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes, you grow restless. your thighs are pressed together and you're sure your slick is dripping down your inner thighs. and when you finally feel like you wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer, the bedroom door clicks open.

your back straightens immediately, and other than wanda’s sharp inhale, she doesn’t give you anything. you don’t even hear her heels clicking and you're almost sure she had taken them off until you actually hear them clatter on the hardwood floors.

“oh, you're so pretty like this, darling. is this all for me?” she asks softly as she settles on her knees behind you, pressing her hips flush against you and you choke out a whimper. you can feel the strap-on she's packing and your thighs quiver.

you let out a quiet mewl, and you have to fist the thousand-thread cotton sheets to stop yourself from grinding back against her. youre sure wanda could notice your struggle because she ends up resting both of her hands on your hips, thumbs caressing your flesh slowly, as if to soothe you.

“it looks like a pretty color, baby, i wanna see it more clearly.” her voice is breathless and it sounds raw but you hear the demand clearly. you roll over on your back in an instant, back flush against the mattress and you hear wanda let out a soft sigh as she settles in between your legs.

“oh, you're so gorgeous, sweetling. what a stunning color indeed.” wanda mumbles softly, but you hear the tremor in her voice, you see the way she licks her lips and you see the way her fingers tremble as they touch the expensive lace of your bralette. and you bite back the grin that is threatening your lips.

“wore it for you, mommy.” you mumble and actually smile at the way wanda swallows thickly.

her fingers lose their restraint at your words, now shamelessly tracing the lace, her eyes running down your navel and down to where the thong covers your soaking folds. and she lets out a quiet groan when you spread your legs wider, the gusset a darker shade as you soak it even more with your slick.

and you notice in real time when her eyes zero on the small bow on the gusset, right over your clit. and her fingers, as if they had a mind of their own, travel down your stomach to press onto the bow, your back arches.

“oh.” is all she mumbles out and when her eyes meet yours once again, they're crazed. your breath hitches and you gush out more slick. wanda wastes no time, her thumb presses tiny circles on your clit over your panties, while her other hand unbuttons her slacks and lowers the fly.

she is still fully dressed but she doesn’t seem to mind as she takes out the strap she had kept hidden from you all night and you moan out loud, finally and it’s your favorite. “you wanna be helpful, darling?”

it takes you a while to focus on anything other than her touch on your clit and the strap she has in her hand but when you finally mumble out a “yes, mommy.” she rewards you by pulling your thong to the side to finally expose your pussy.

you clench around nothing as your sex is exposed to the cold air of the room, and you hear wanda spit in her hand. she uses the same hand to stroke the dildo attached to the harness you can't see.

“mommy had such a long week, exhausting it was. and now she wants to unwind, destress if you will,” her tone is borderline mocking, but you know she’s holding back “but for that, she needs her pretty princess’s help.”

and then she’s pressing the tip of her strap just against your entrance, collecting your slick and you're panting, your mind completely blank, hips twitching for more. “you wanna help mommy? yeah? wanna be useful, baby?”

you're nodding, hands gripping onto wanda’s shoulders, her biceps, anything, just to pull her closer, to have her take you but she just bumps the tip against your clit and you're mewling “use your words like a big girl, princess.”

“yes! god, please yes mommy, please use me! i wanna help.” you don’t see the grin plastered on her face but you do feel her press her strap inside you inch by inch, deliberate, all-consuming and hot. and your cunt flutters around her cock, slowly getting used to the stretch, while your mouth falls slack.

you don’t have time to breath until she has pressed her strap inside to the hilt, maybe just a minute of rest. she's the, again pulling out of you and slamming right back inside you, over and over again, hard and fast, making your thighs quiver.

you're a gasping mess, eyes screwed shut as you nails dig in her suit jacket but wanda’s movements only fastened. “god, what a perfect pussy, she takes me so good. she missed me, yeah? she did?”

she’s changes her position, using her knees to spread your thighs wider so she can push her strap even deeper inside. she, then hovers her face above yours to see your expressions, the flush of your cheeks, the parting of your lips and she growls. you have never heard her growl. “this is exactly what mommy needed, princess.”

she puts one of her hands next to your head, the other in between your legs to torture your already pulsing clit as she rubs small digit eight’s on it. and your hips jolt “m-mommy-”

“shh, baby, i know mommy’s so deep inside you, but you take it so good, yeah? you love mommy’s cock?” she’s cooing and her voice is so soft, like a symphony in your ears but her pace is animalistic. you’re soaking her slacks and the thong is a mess that’s barely holding on, but she refuses to take it off.

“gosh princess, mommy doesn’t give your pussy attention for a week and you go to the next older woman you see? that’s unfair.” she’s panting and her lips are bitten red, her voice is still gentle but now she’s resorted to pinching your clit. you yelp, shaking your head as you feel tears welling up your eyes. jesus, you're close already.

“oh, my poor baby, it's alright, shh- you just can’t help it when people look at you. you love the attention; you’re just like that.” her thumb presses hard on your clit, you choke on a whine.

you guess she’s pissed, slightly even jealous and you don’t want to say anything out of line. but she’s not even letting you say anything at all with just how she’s ramming into you, “no- n-no mommy, i’m only yours, fuck.”

“im sorry, darling, what was that?” she coaxes, her thrusts softening to the point she’s grinding into you, the tip of her strap pressed just right against that spongey spot inside you. and you sputter out a moan, “im yours only mommy, p’ease, fuck only yours! let me come.”

“youre mine only? yeah?” and when you're nodding breathlessly, she presses a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips. and you realise she’s probably getting off, the strap mustve been giving her clit the right amount of pressure. so you wrap your legs around her hips and pull her even closer against you. she huffs out a moan.

“yeah, you’re mine baby. im the only one filling you up, f-fuck i’ll make you mine properly. i’ll put a shiny diamond ring on your finger and fuck you full of my cock every day. you’d like that? you want that?” your walls clench tight around her strap and she groans when she can’t move.

your head spins at her words. your body is trembling and you feel yourself dripping down the mattress. you want that. you want her.

she notices your reaction because her lips are pressed against your neck, and she’s nipping and sucking on your skin, “yeah, you do baby. of course you do. you wanna be mine always, you want me to keep you tucked inside my room all the time so i can fill you full of myself whenever?”

and when you moan out, she chuckles against your jugular, “oh what a good girl, my good girl. fuck, you’ll be such a perfect wife, youre already so obedient. you’ll be at my beck and call.” and when you nod, lips parted to let out a silent groan, she nods along with you.

“perfect girl. my perfect girl.” she starts her thrusts again, her strap bottoms out and then she pulls out until the tip remains, just to slam back inside you. it’s enough to reignite that fire in the pit of your tummy. “m-mommy, close” and wanda traps your clit between her thumb and index, jerking it off slowly. you gasp, walls clenching tighter around her strap.

“you gonna cum around mommy’s cock princess?” and when you nod again, she leans to press a kiss against your lips, mumbling a ‘good girl’ against your lips.

she pulls away to rest on her knees again, putting your thighs on top of hers as she continues to give you deep, mind-numbing thrusts, her fingers still on your clit. your vision shatters.

your thighs are trembling on top of hers in no time and you don’t even have the time to warn her before your release is washing over you, racking your body with tremors.

she lets you come down from your high slowly, pressing her hands against your thighs as she plants small kisses on your tummy. and when the aftershocks finish, she meets you gaze with a grin, “there she is, oh there’s my girl.”

your cheeks flush more, and wanda, while still nestled inside of you, sheds her suit jacket and her shirt. “now, that ive given you your fun, it’s mommy’s turn.”

she smiles when you let out a whimper, not yet denying her and she slowly pulls out the strap. she hushes you quietly when you whine and very easily stands up to take off her slacks as well. and only then does your mind work enough to realise that she wasn’t wearing any panties or even a bra. because her breasts are in front of you, and your mouth waters.

wanda notices, of course she does because her smile brightens, and she’s climbing back on the bed on top of you. and you pull her closer, running your fingers through her long hair before pulling her in for the first deep, real kiss of the night. 

she hums against your lips, head tilting to the side before her tongue brushes against your bottom lip, and you grant her easy access. she wastes no time exploring your mouth, your tongue brushing against hers.

her tongue traces the roof of your mouth, the sharpness of your teeths, making you release a shaky breath against her mouth. she ends up biting your bottom lip, real enough to make it ache before she slowly pulls away.

her hand holds the base of her strap, and she wastes no time before she’s pressing into you again. you let out a quiet huff, your walls still not used to the stretch but the arousal you gushed out makes slipping inside you easier. and she pants against your ear, “oh baby, you are still dripping for me.”

she’s ravenous with her kisses afterwards because she's pressing wet, open-mouthed ones against any skin her mouth could come across. behind your ear, underneath your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. when she finally reaches your breasts after neglecting them the entire night, she doesn’t take your bra off. 

she just simply pulls the cups down to expose them before she has a nipple in her mouth, which instantly hardens more against her tongue. all while she's inside and not moving an inch.

it’s laughable, how pliant you are underneath her touch. she lets go of your nipple after giving it a tiny bite and then immediately moves onto the other while her hand reaches out to knead your breast slowly. as if she was relishing the feel of them in her hands. 

but a loud gasp leaves your mouth when she starts her thrusts again, shallowly, more controlled this time, knowing how sensitive you were. your eyes roll in the back of your head. 

“don’t think i’ll ever get enough, sweetheart.” she mumbles quietly, one hand on your waist while the other settles on your lower tummy, just over the slight bulge of her strap. 

“you feel that? that’s me-” and as if she’s proving a point, she presses down on the bulge, just enough to knock the breath out of your lungs. “im the one fucking you so deep, love. it’s your mommy.” 

she changes her position then, grabs the back of your knees to fold your legs against your chest and that seems to push her even deeper inside of you, because now the sound of skin slapping is so prominent, it’s the only ringing in your ears. you’re gone. “mommy, c‘ose-”

you think you hear wanda’s whispers, something along the lines of ‘you feel so good around me, i swear you were made for me.’ but you can't be too sure. because her pace quickens again, she's holding both of your legs by one arm as her hand moves to slide between your legs again. and then she fucking taps your clit, the pressure of her fingers heavy. 

you let out a high pitched moan, fingers tangling in the sheets one more and youre soaking wanda’s strap with your cum for the second time tonight. but wanda doesnt stop, she doesnt slow down. no, she just uses the arm she was holding your legs with to push you on the side. and then she slips right behind you, chest flush against your back. 

you love this position, because it forces wanda deeper inside you, and the angle kisses that spot inside you just right with every thrust. “f-fuck..” your voice is rough but 

your head tilts to rest against wanda’s shoulder and she presses fervent kisses to any skin she can come across, sucking another mark just underneath your ear. it drives you insane. her hand is back on your tits to play with your nipples. and they’re oversensitive now because a rough pinch on them makes your back arch. “youre so, hah- fuck- come inside me, please”

wanda’s hips snap forward at your words, and you both moan in unison. “fuck, baby.” her voice is strained and gosh, it’s such a beautiful sound.

she likes that, you realise. and your hand mindlessly reaches back to tangle in her hair. “want you to fuck me full of your cum.” and wanda’s insane, she’s pushing you a little more on your stomach, and her thrusts are sharper now, harder. and you can't control your moans

“fuck, love. you're so sweet fo’me. i’ll breed you full, you'll feel me inside you for days.” and wanda’s rhythm starts to break, her voice becomes whiner and she’s almost grinding against your ass, chasing her own pleasure. 

“everyone’ll know you're mine, everyone will know- hah- fuck baby.” she’s babbling now, and you smile against the sheets, cute, you think. you can't help it, so snicker through your own groans.

“you gonna cum, just from the thought of fucking me full of your cum? you think it’ll stick the first time? or will we have to-to go a few rounds” and wanda whimpers, her hips gaining their strength back to give you answering thrusts, and they're brutal, your eyes leak tears down your cheeks. 

but wanda licks them up, licks your tears to pant against you ear again, licking your earlobe. “you don't know what you're talking about, little girl” and you moan, pushing your hips back against hers to match her pace. your insides are burning and your walls are holding onto her strap so tight, it's making it hard for her to move. 

but wanda licks them up, she takes back her control. she licks your tears to pant against you ear again, biting on your earlobe. “you don't know what you're talking about, little girl” and you moan, pushing your hips back against hers to match her pace. your insides are burning and your walls are holding onto her strap so tight, it's making it hard for her to move. 

but she grips your hips with a hand and forces you to meet her thrusts, and your vision goes hazy. “you think you could take it, doll? i’d keep you on my cock for days, jesus- youre still so tight?”

her breath is warm against the back of your neck, and she sounds almost pained. she licks up a broad swipe of the sweat dripping and you shudder, your hand reaching back to rest against her thigh, the knot inside you tightening once more.

“you’ve gone quiet now, gonna cum again, princess?” of course she notices, she chuckles against your skin, but it comes out more of an exhale “cmon, love. work for it”

that’s all the permission you need because your other hand reaches between your legs to rub tight circles on your clit and your legs are spasming. but wanda plays dirty because her voice is sinful when she mumbles a “cant wait to fuck my cum back inside you over and over, until it does stick.”

and your vision goes white.

wanda slows her thrusts but doesn’t stop, her hips still moving as her arm wraps tight around your waist, pulling you flush against her chest. “good, my good girl. youre so perfect”

when you feel like you can breathe again, finally after a few moments. when your fingers have stopped trembling, you lay slack against wanda who just presses soft kisses to your shoulder before pressing a kiss to your earlobe again.

“now, hands and knees, dear. ive heard it usually does the trick”

a/n: is it the best thing i have ever written? absolutely not? will i be embarrassed that its not the best thing i have ever written? also absolutely not. CIAO

the hunters were getting closer, and the people's reactions to the growing number of vampires weren't getting any better. and you also knew how much wanda loathed them, the crowds of blood bags as she called them, but when they almost caught the newly turned vamp carol had a soft spot for, wanda knew she needed to do something once and for all. 

coven meetings were useless for you, after all, you weren't a vampire. so after sitting through almost three boring hours of your wife and kate talking, you quietly excused yourself out of the dining hall, and towards the kitchen area right in front of the hall. of course, you felt eyes on you, you always do. the only human in a mansion full of vampires, it was bound to end up like this, but you were used to it by now. 

the mansion was always cold, of course, the other vampires never really felt it but the chill in the air always made goosebumps arise on your skin. you were just done pouring your glass of wine when not even a second later, your wife was probing with your head.

"i’ll be out in no time, wait for me, little doll?" 

you chuckled to yourself, shaking your head slightly as warmth spreads through your veins at her words. you take your time as you lean your back against the kitchen island, facing the door you came out of just minutes ago, "of course, baby. always.” 

you didn't get a response for a moment and you pouted to yourself, finishing your wine as you started to walk upstairs. you understood your wife was busy, after all, she was doing all of this for the protection of the coven she made from ground up. but you missed her.

she was so preoccupied with this entire… strategy? plan? mission? whatever this was, for days and you missed her. you knew you were being needy, but you didn't really care. 

you were walking upstairs, still lost in your thoughts right before ice-cold hands were wrapped around your waist and you were pulled backwards in a strong yet plush chest. it didnt even take you a second to relax completely before you're closing your eyes.

wanda pressed a few kisses against the back of your neck and you really can't help the mewl that slipped out when you feel her fangs prick your skin, goosebumps arising on your skin.

you can feel the heat rising from your neck up your cheeks, your wife's hands probing and groping around the dress you wore, it was burgundy-colored, sheer around the arms, deep neckline and you were beginning to regret your decision as she started to suck harshly on your pulse point. 

you knew what she was doing, she was going to leave a harsh, purple bruise and then hide away all your turtle necks, making the entire coven stare down at you like you were a piece of meat. but to be honest, that only dampened the already wet spot in your panties.

“done finally?” you don’t recognise your own voice, that shaky, crackly, fragile thing but your hand still leans back towards wanda to stroke the back of her head. her hair soft against your touch and you feel a soft sigh against your neck. 

“i killed them all” she hummed against your skin, her lips ghosting your neck. your eyes flew wide open, and your core throbbed instantly. “what?” came out meekly. 

“i saw their eyes and i heard their thoughts. i wasn’t going to let them have a look at you and think they could get you. you’re mine.” she mumbled, voice normal, calm. conversational, like she was telling you about her day. 

your hand fell back to your side again, fingers trembling as you closed them in a fist. you werent scared per say, you found it attractive. and knew that because she pulled you even closer, now again, openly fondling with the hem of your dress.

your head was already empty, leaning back even more into your wife as you only barely managed to pull out a “even kate bishop?” 

“no-“ she sing-songed mildly. “not her. i spared her because i need her. but i think she got the hint. next time she won’t bring a pack of blood-starved bastards.” she licked a stripe up your neck, nipped on your neck playfully and then picked you up bridal style. 

you yelped at her brashness but then you finally managed to get a good look at her. her red eyes, her slightly tussled hair from where you were playing with it and the blood splatters against her pale skin.

your mouth dried and you wrapped your arms around her neck, letting her carry you up the stairs. you squirmed slightly, enough to press your legs together and you ignored the huff of laughter she let out. 

you didn't need to know where she was taking you, her silent steps didn't bother you anymore and you were content with just laying in her arms, your ears pressed against her chest to hear for the heartbeat you know wasn't there. 

the door to your shared room opened quietly and then you were placed softly on the bed. she was gentle, she always was before she got started.

she pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead when you sat up and rested your weight back against the palms of your hands. she trailed her kisses down from your forehead to your cheek, featherlight, her lips soft and then finally locked her lips against yours. 

you moaned against her mouth, a hand reaching to cup her face to pull her closer towards you but she snapped her fingers. your hand fell once again behind your back. 

the kiss was gentle but then she was sloppily licking into your mouth, biting down on your bottom lip, mouth hungry, possessive and desperate at the same time. she moved up to straddle your lap, a hand cupping your cheek firmly so you didn’t pull away, and you’d be insane to. and another tangled up in your hair to pull you closer.

your own hands stayed right behind your back, still keeping you up. you still didn’t know if you had permission to touch her, but you weren’t going to take any more chances. 

she smiled against your lips before pulling away, chest heaving. she snapped her fingers, before a hand ran through your hair as the other caressed down your body to your waist. “such a good girl for me, keeping your hands to yourself. what a good girl i have.” 

and that's what made your head empty, a whine leaving your throat as you rut up against her, already soaked through your panties. turned out, she didn’t like that. she looked down at you, eyes hard and red and she clicked her tongue. the click echoed loud in your ears.

a sharp slap burned your cheek, your head moving to the side at the sheer force but that was enough to silence you and your lips pressed together tightly. 

you held back the tears in your eyes and the whimper that threatened to rise from your throat but you held on, afraid that she would change her mind even with a single sound. “and i had just called you my good girl.”

her tone was laced with disappointment, her eyes still staring you down. you could feel her glare even with your head to the side, and you swallowed thickly.

“don’t act like a bitch in heat, mommy taught you better than that.” her voice was rough, mean but you stayed silent, and nodded your head twice. just how she liked it, hoping that she would ease up somewhat. 

and that seemed good enough for her at that moment because her hand came back to your head to pet your hair after a few long minutes, tone softening up a little “you need to be a good girl. you need to learn how to wait, puppy.”

“m’sorry, mommy- didn’t mean to.” you mumbled out and wanda cooed softly at your teary eyes as you looked up at her. her hand on your head moved towards your cheek, the one she had slapped. where she ended up caressing you with her knuckles, her touch featherlight. “i know, my darling. it's not your fault, you just can't help it around mommy, yeah?”

when you nod, somewhat ashamed, she nodded back, mockingly. the grin on her face told you she was enjoying this. she stared down at you, crimson eyes half-lidded and fangs peeking out. head tilted in a way that made you freeze up. 

when she spoke again, her voice was so low, you shivered “there’s nothing in that mutt brain of yours, and it’s okay, baby. let mommy do all the hard work.”

and when she nodded again, coaxing you while cupping your face so you maintained eye-contact. you easily nodded along with her, your hands now gripping her wrists, “okay, mommy.”

she rewarded you with her grin widening, and your eyes zeroed on her fangs, fully out and bare and you couldn’t help but squirm beneath wanda. and of course she noticed, she noticed how your pupils dilated and heard how your heartbeat increased, smelt how your slick stuck to your thighs and if possible, her grin brightened even more. 

she gently fisted the hair on the back of your neck, claws sharp as they prickled your skin and you shivered again, back almost bowing forward. “you still with me, sweetheart?” she checked in.

“yes!” your answer is immediate, and she, again, rewarded you with a sweet kiss on your lips. too sweet for the way her fingers danced over your dress, touching and kneading until one of her claws cut right through the material. 

she hummed against your lips as soon as her hands touched your bare chest, all while you whined out, slightly sad about the dress but focused on the way her fingers teased your pebbled nipples. 

“hush, puppy.” was all she said when she pulled away, lips tracing down your jaw and back towards your neck. you bared your neck to her, head leaning back as you got dizzy with want. 

your body was shaking from restraint, your hands gripping her biceps as she moved her kisses down to your collarbone, licking as she left behind bright marks. and you finally let out a moan when she pushed you down on the bed. 

your back was finally against the mattress, one of her hands right next to your head to support her weight as she pressed you down, hips plush against yours. wanda wasted no time, her tongue circled one of your nipples as she closed her lips around it, giving it a slow suckle.

“fuck! please-” you gasped out when she gave the nipple in her mouth a teasing bite, while her other hand caressed the underside of your other breast. she hummed again, in lieu of acknowledgment when your back arched. 

wanda was still perched on your lap, but her hips had started to move down into yours. while you were only in your panties, the older vampire on top of you was still in the suit she wore for the meeting. the fabric of her slacks was providing some friction for you to grow needier and raise your hips to meet hers. 

she took pity on you and shifted just enough to press her thigh in between yours. and the first contact of her thigh with your panties covered cunt had you whimpering out, your nails digging deep in her biceps. 

“i know, baby. i know- shh.” she mumbled with a mouth full of your tit, having switched sides as she now peppered the other breast with the same attention. and you wasted no time rutting up into her thigh, needing to have her closer, needing to feel her closer. and you moaned instantly at the relief, your clit getting just the perfect amount of stimulation. 

wanda’s other hand, now free, grabbed a hold of your hips as she set the pace for you, slow and steady, her thighs bracketing one of yours. and when your movements grew sloppier, needing more, your slick making a mess of her pants, she grazed her fangs against your breast. “you close, already, pup?”

you clenched around nothing at her degrading tone, a breathless moan leaving your lips. her grip tightened even more on your hips as she helped you rut against her thigh, pressing her forehead against your collarbone. “gosh, you're such a needy little thing. i havent even touched you properly.”

you couldn't help it, you wanted to say. but all that left your mouth was a high-pitched whimper when she started grinding down onto you. she flexed her thigh as she moved closer, her hips relentless and you manoeuvred to press your knee in between her legs. 

she went soft at the contact, your knee providing her the perfect relief as the seam of her slacks pressed deliciously into her. and she hissed out, lifting her face up to press another wet, messy kiss to your lips, “oh, arent you smart, puppy? good fucking girl.”

and the praise made you lightheaded, your hips bucking from beneath her. youd soaked through your panties and wanda’s pants by now, but you're too desperate to care. “m-mommy-”

wanda let out a hum again, her eyes closed, lips parted, eyebrows furrowed as she jolted against your knee. and you let out another whimper when you realise that for the first time in a while, she's also so worked up that she’s getting herself off at the same time. 

you don't know which one of you hit a particularly good spot, which resulted in you gasping out and clawing at her suit jacket, mumbling a “close-”

“yeah?” wanda replied back, her pace still steady as she opened her eyes to stare you down, “just from humping mommy’s thigh, baby? gods, you're pathetic.” her voice had no bite in it though, it sounded just as broken as you felt. 

you couldn't help it, your hands reached to grab wanda’s ass, just to squeeze it and pull her closer. she let out a quiet moan in response, letting out a huff of laughter at your bold move. she let you have your fun, leaning down to lick your lips and around your mouth. 

you hummed out at the feeling, your mouth slick with her spit and you lick your lips just to taste her. your legs trembled from the strain of moving against her and she chuckled against your lips once more. 

“fucking hell, not yet. you cant cum yet, puppy,” her words make you whimper out, your hips trying so hard to chase hers with newfound vigour but it was of no use. because she pulled away, sitting up on her knees as she used both of her hands to push you back down on the mattress. 

she was panting as she pulled away, eyes red as she stared down at you and you whimpered out again. you were so close. 

“mommy-” your voice is quiet, your hips almost bucking but the firm grip she had on you made you think twice

“beg for it, in that pretty voice of yours.” is her reply, and you catch her licking her lips, her eyes changing into an even darker hue of scarlet. 

“please!” your vision got blurry from your tears and wanda’s claws dug deep in your skin, small droplets of blood already oozing out from the punctures. 

“please what, gorgeous girl?” wanda’s voice was sultry, soft as silk before her fingers pressed against her lips. She licked her claws clean and your panties soaked even more. 

she then leaned down to lick the blood from the puncture holes, making you moan out, your hips twitching. letting out a quiet hum as she sucked on the plush skin of your hip, she pressed a gentle kiss over the small marks. a gesture you knew was full of possession and reverence, and your clit throbbed. 

“please make me cum. p’ease let me cum! im a good girl, yknow i am!” you groaned out, suddenly your mind working enough to form words and wanda hummed again, finally taking pity on you. 

her fingers caressed your thigh, drawing mindless patterns before they reached up at the waistband of your panties, where she brushed her fingers against the fabric tantalisingly. 

“cute.” is all she said, almost to herself as her eyes zeroed on the dampness of your panties, almost sodden through. your legs widened at her comment, in anticipation and you saw her lick her lips. 

she didn't tease you too long after that. she rested between your legs, both of her hands against your thighs as she spread them wider. she didn't tease, didn't wait, just licked a broad swipe of your slick folds over the last piece of barrier. 

your hips jumped again, just at the feel of her and tears leaked out of your eyes. finally. 

your fingers found her hair when she continued her exploring, tongue now replaced with her lips as she sucked languidly over your clit. she let out a quiet huff of laughter when you gushed even more against her face. 

wanda hummed out, pulling away slowly to rest her cheek against your thigh. she didn't say anything, she didn't have to. you were already crying desperate tears and she was just staring at you, pupils blown. 

you didn't even notice when her claw came out again but you noticed the lack of your panties after the vampire sliced them away. “mommy, please- hurts.”

“hush, baby. almost there.” her fingers teased over your folds, gentle, playful almost as she collected your slick. and you whined out again, which she silenced by pinching your engorged clit. 

your eyes opened again, hoping to beg for mercy again which you know she liked. but when your eyes settle on wanda again, she had her eyes closed, the gusset of your panties in her mouth. she sucking your arousal off your fucking panties.

you moaned out loud, your thighs shaking underneath wanda’s head as she continued teasing you. she had resorted to almost jacking off your clit between her thumb and index finger, eyes still closed but the panties now thrown somewhere behind her. 

you gasped out as she teased a finger over your entrance, hips jolting again. she didnt say anything, just nosed along your inner thigh before placing a gentle kiss on the flesh. and your fingers tangled in her hair.

“you taste so sweet, angel. but now, i wanna taste something even sweeter, so will you let me do whatever i want, yeah?” she phrased her statement as if it was a question, her throat sounded raw. but her fangs were already prickling your skin, so you knew it wasn't. 

you barely nodded before her fangs had sank in your skin as the same time two of her fingers entered inside you with a sharp curl. and both of you moaned out in unison. 

wanda barely held back, drinking your blood like a woman dying of thirst, suckling harshly while her fingers curled even deeper inside you. 

she drank until your vision blurred and when you tugged on her hair, only then did she pull away with a gasp. and immediately, she scissored her fingers inside, making you groan, before she pulled them out completely. “fuck, baby- you make me crazy.”

she doesn't stray too far though, she licked up the blood that dribbled from the small punctures and pressed a fleeting kiss there, before diving in between your legs. she licked a broad swipe up your slick folds and your grip tightened in her hair. and she let out a raspy growl, from your taste or your fingers in her hair, you weren't sure. 

her tongue was ravenous, greedy as she gripped both of your thighs with her hands and spread them wide. and when you cried as she suckled on your clit, cheeks hollowing, she looked up to you, only her dark eyes visible as the rest was hidden by you. 

wanda was messy and you could not breathe, you would pant when she'd tease her tongue against your entrance and cry out in frustration when she'd pull away again. and then she'd go back to sucking your arousal off your dripping folds. 

after you had whined out for the nth time would she pull away, panting against your cunt as her warm breath made you clench around nothing, the ache unbearable. the edging torturous.  

“y’think you can be a good girl for mommy and play with your tits while i tongue-fuck you?”

at your very enthusiastic nod, she clicked her tongue again and gave your pussy a firm slap. your back arched as she mumbled a soft “i apologize, lovey. i didnt catch that.”

“yes! i can play with myself too jus.. please, mommy-” your voice came out broken, a fragile little thing and wanda let out a soft coo. 

“there there, little one. no need to be all sad now, mommy always takes care of you, does she not?” her voice was soft as she started her ascent back on top of you, her body pressing yours even further into the mattress as she supported herself with one arm. 

her other hand still in between your legs, rubbing small circles on your clit, you finally have the chance to look at her face again. and you gush even more slick against her hand, the lower half of her face is messy, with your arousal and your blood. and if you didnt know any better, it wouldve looked like she just came back from a hunt. 

“yes mommy.” you panted out, and wanda lowered her head to place a kiss against your jugular. 

“yes mommy, what?” her fangs pressed against the skin there and you bared your neck to her, tilting your head back. 

“mommy always takes care of me.” you were delirious but you felt the ‘good girl’ wanda whispered against your throat before her fangs were in you again at the same time two of her fingers nestled inside you. 

your arms wrapped tight around her neck, a hand cradling the back of her head. you weren't sure if it was to pull her closer or too push her away, but regardless, her fangs sank even deeper as she gulped down your blood, all while her fingers curled up inside you against the spongey spot that made you see stars. 

you were close again, wanda could probably sense that by the way your walls were grasping her fingers, but she didn't seem to mind. she pulled away from your neck, and licked all the blood she might have missed in her indulgence.

and then her face was hovering above yours, the blacks of her eyes almost having consumed all the red as she fixed you with a sly grin. 

“you gonna cum just from this? really, lovey?” wanda licked her lips thoughtfully, her head tilted to her side. and as you opened your mouth to respond, she plunged her fingers even deeper into you, making you choke on a whimper. 

“not yet.” wanda mumbled and thats all she said as she leaned downwards to press a kiss to your lips. you could taste the metallic ting of your blood mixed with the remaining hints of your slick on her tongue, and it was addictive. 

you genuinely had no choice but to moan against her lips, head tilting to kiss her more deeply and wanda grinned against your lips. as soon as your hips buckled against her fingers, wanda parted her lips slightly to brush her tongue against the roof of your mouth teasingly. before she’d pull away again. 

she pressed a kiss to your jaw, your cheek, your forehead, the spot behind your ear and at the puncture wounds as she worked you open with her fingers. and when she started her descent to press chaste kisses to both of your nipples, only then did she take her fingers out to add three back. 

you gave out a half-moan, half-whimper at the intrusion and she rewarded you by leaving bloody kiss-stains on your breasts, littering your body with her possessive marks. the fire inside you burned brighter the more her palm rubbed against your clit at every thrust. 

your legs felt like jelly, and your thighs caged her hand to make sure she didn't pull away again. wanda chuckled against your naval at your actions, “ahh, you really are so cute, puppy? you wanna cum?”

and at your fervent “yes!”, she pressed her lips against your hips and whispered a “let go, angel.”

you came with a growl, animalistic, hips jolting and rising from the bed, fingers tangled in the sheets. you were vaguely aware of your desperate state, but judging by the way her expression brightened, she only seemed more captivated by you. “good puppy, what a good pup i have.”

you thought your orgasm would satisfy her. that maybe that's all she wanted to do today. it does not. wanda did not falter or slow, not even to breathe, as you shake feebly and moan pathetically. your body still felt like it’s burning from the inside out, a sheen of sweat shining on your forehead and chest. 

and wanda? your gorgeous wanda, greed incarnated wanda, she just pushed your leg with her hand, folding it against your chest as she settled in between your legs again. “another, pup.”

wanda’s mouth settled against your cunt again as you whimpered quietly, and her tongue was lazy as she cleaned you up. it almost felt nice until her claws came to dig in your flesh again and her tongue gained speed.

and then she was merciless, licking up all of your arousal as if she had nothing better to do than stay in between your legs. 

you were fully crying by now, totally over-stimulated as you tangled her fingers in her hair, almost wanting to push her away and wanting to pull her in at the same time. but when her lips wrapped around your clit again to suckle on it gently when it throbbed, you let out a quiet sob. “mommy- i-i cant…”

“shh, yes you can, baby. i know you can.”

wanda would alternate between sucking on your clit and licking your cunt. and when you had grown frustrated at her teasing, fingers fisting her hair to push her face even more in your sex.

she hummed against your cunt, as if annoyed by being disturbed. which only made you gasp in pleasure, making you gush even more slick against her mouth. 

she took pity on you, when your hips had almost resorted to grinding against her face in desperation. she easily plunged her tongue inside you, going as far as she could and then curling it up. and when you let out a mewl, walls clenching around her tongue, only then did her thumb come to press against your clit. 

you groaned out a small ‘fucking hell’ and wanda took that as a challange because she ended up pushing her index and middle fingers along with her tongue inside your warm walls. 

you didn't even have time to process the dual sensations, her tongue and fingers merciless and when she started moving her thumb against your clit slowly, you came with a squeal, hips jerking. 

she took her time, drinking up everything she had to offer and when your moans had weakened and exhaustion had started to take over, she pulled her fingers out with a slick pop. 

your legs had barely stopped shaking before you heard her lick her fingers clean, loud and sloppy. and when you looked down at her still in between your legs, fingers in her mouth, face messy with a mixture of your blood and cum, and eyes maroon. you almost feel your heart drop in your stomach.