#subby!wanda

Your boots thumped against the marble floors of the upscale grocery store, the kind of place you used to roll your eyes at before Wanda walked into your life. Now, though, you strolled through the aisles with a practiced ease, tossing imported cheeses, artisanal bread, and organic produce into your cart without a second thought.

Wanda’s influence has changed a lot of things about your life. For one, your college-student budget has become a distant memory. The Centurion card in your wallet—a shiny black ticket to indulgence—was proof of that. It was hers, of course, but she’d handed it to you with the simplest instruction: “Use it for anything you want.”

You smiled to yourself as you pushed the cart toward the checkout lanes, the heavy weight of the card in your pocket a constant reminder of just how much she trusted you. Wanda Maximoff might’ve been a control freak at work, but in your relationship? She melted under your touch.

The cashier, a petite brunette with wide eyes and a shy smile, greeted you as you approached. “Hi, how are you today?” she asked, her voice trembling just slightly as she began scanning your items.

“Doing great,” you replied warmly, leaning casually on the cart handle. You caught the way her gaze flickered to you, then quickly back to the register.

The blush creeping up her neck was almost too easy to miss, but you had a knack for noticing these things. You smirked, watching as her hands fumbled slightly over a bottle of wine.

“Careful,” you teased lightly, your voice soft but laced with just enough charm to make her fumble again.

“S-sorry,” she stammered, her cheeks now a lovely shade of pink.

You chuckled under your breath, pulling the Centurion card from your pocket and handing it over when she finished ringing you up. Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second when she saw it, and you didn’t miss the way she glanced up at you with a mix of surprise and curiosity. Sure, this store catered to the wealthy, but even here, the black card was rare. It wasn’t just a sign of money—it was a sign of status.

You gave her a knowing smile, watching as she swiped the card and handed it back with a shaky hand. “Thank you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“No, thank you,” you replied smoothly, winking as you grabbed your bagged groceries and turned toward the exit.

The chuckle bubbled out of you as you stepped outside into the crisp air. Wanda had spoiled you rotten, and you weren’t ashamed to admit it. Still, you knew the truth—every extravagant meal, designer outfit, and high-end grocery trip was just an extension of her need to please you.

And you couldn’t wait to thank her for it.

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The house was still and quiet when you returned, the early morning sun casting soft rays of light through the windows. It was only eight in the morning, far earlier than Wanda would typically wake on a day off. After slipping off your shoes, you began unpacking the high-end groceries, each item finding its place in the fridge or pantry. The domesticity of the moment felt oddly grounding—balancing the extravagance Wanda showered you with.

Once everything was put away, you climbed the stairs, the familiar path to your shared bedroom bringing a smile to your lips. When you reached the door, you stopped, leaning against the frame to take in the sight before you.

Wanda was sprawled out on the bed, her hair mussed in a way that made her look soft, innocent even. Her face was pressed into your pillow, one arm hugging it tightly as she slept. The straps of her silk nightgown had slipped down her shoulders, and the covers were pushed halfway down her body, revealing the lace panties that clung to her hips.

You stepped forward, sitting gently on the edge of the bed. Your hand moved almost instinctively, trailing softly down her back, the delicate curve of her spine shifting under your touch. She stirred slightly, letting out a soft sigh, but her breathing remained slow and even.

Your fingers traveled lower, teasing over the lace of her panties, rubbing her gently. A small, muffled noise escaped her lips, and her hips twitched, moving unconsciously into your hand. You couldn’t help the smirk that spread across your face as you continued, her soft little sounds growing more insistent even as she remained asleep.

She began to stir, her body waking before her mind. Her hips arched, pressing herself into your touch, and her breathing hitched as her eyes fluttered open.

“That’s my good girl,” you murmured, your voice low and sweet as you leaned down to kiss her shoulder. “Good morning, princess.”

Her only response was a breathy moan, her body already yielding to you.

“Fuck… Mommy… please,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with need. “I’ll be good.”

You chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I know you will be, baby girl,” you cooed, pulling back just enough to cup her cheek and tilt her face toward you. “Come here. Sit on Mommy’s lap—I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Her sleepy eyes lit up at your words, and she wasted no time scrambling up to straddle your lap. The moment she settled against you, she stilled, her breath catching as she felt the bulge pressing between her legs.

She gasped softly, her cheeks flushing as she instinctively rolled her hips against you. “M-Mommy…”

You growled low in her ear, the sound making her shiver. “I got a new toy this morning, baby. Figured I’d wear it out and then come home to use it on you.”

Your teeth grazed her neck as you nipped at her skin, savoring the little noises she made as her hands clutched at your shoulders. You didn’t rush—this was a game you both loved, and you intended to savor every moment of it.

Laying her back against the bed, you tugged her panties to the side, exposing her slick, swollen folds. She was already dripping, and the sight of her had you groaning softly. Lining yourself up, you pressed into her slowly, watching her face as she gasped, her back arching as a long, drawn-out moan fell from her lips.

“That’s my good girl,” you praised, your voice thick with affection and dominance. “Look at you, swallowing Mommy so greedily.”

Her legs wrapped around your waist as you adjusted her position, pulling her knees up until she was in a perfect mating press. Her dazed, blissed-out expression sent a jolt of satisfaction through you, and you smirked as you began to move, her whimpers and cries the only thing you could hear.

Wanda was yours, completely and utterly, and you intended to remind her of that every chance you got.

Her nails dug lightly into your shoulders, a sleepy whimper catching in her throat as you shifted her beneath you. Her hair spilled across the pillow like a halo, green eyes still heavy-lidded but locked on yours with something between adoration and surrender.

“Such a beautiful girl,” you murmured, brushing your thumb across her cheek. The compliment made her blush deepen, and she bit her lip in that way that told you she was balancing on the edge of shy and eager.

You didn’t rush her—this was a moment to savor. Your hand skimmed slowly down her side, feeling the way she leaned into your touch as if drawn there by instinct. Her breath hitched when you leaned closer, lips just brushing her ear.

Slowly you started moving your hips, letting each movement linger. You watched every time her breath caught for you, every bit of tension as she grew hotter beneath you.

“Do you know what I thought about the whole time I was out?” you asked softly.

She gave the smallest shake of her head, her eyes never leaving yours. “No Mommy.”

“You. All curled up in bed, waiting for me. Being such a good girl… knowing I’d come home and spoil you. Knowing I’d come back and use your body.”

Her lips parted, eyes searching yours as if she could see every indulgent and rather naughty thought written across your face. You pressed a slow kiss to her temple, then her jaw, then finally her lips—soft at first, then deepening until her fingers tangled in your shirt, clinging. 

You sped up your hips, moving to pin her hands above her head, moans tumbling out of her as the mixed with the sounds of her wetness. Her face red in a flush as you pounded into her, using her body. Doing exactly what you knew you would the day you met her. 

“Look at you such a pathetic slut beneath me. I knew when I saw you this is what I’d be doing.” You growled by her ear. A deeper moan coming out of her. 

“Yes Mommy…ah…mmm fuck Mommy please.” She looked up at you, red faced and eyes watery.

“Oh look at you all ready to fall apart for me. You won’t though without my permission will you?” You coo and tease her like prey beneath you. A shake of her head, words try to come out but its a simple whine followed by a moan. Her back arching as you hit deeper. 

“Mommy Mommy please I’ll be your good little slut. I’ll do whatever you need or ask or anything please let me cum for you Mommy. Want to please you.” She begged ever so pathetically that made a wicked smile appear on your face.

“Go on then. Cum. Now.” 

That’s all it took as her eyes rolled back and she arched off the bed. A string of ‘thank you Mommy’ came out of her. You slowed your hips helping her down from the high before slowly pulling out. 

Her body trembled in the aftermath, breath hitching in little gasps as her chest rose and fell beneath you. You loosened your hold on her wrists immediately, bringing her hands down to rest against her stomach before threading your fingers through hers.

“Shhh… there’s my good girl,” you murmured, brushing damp strands of hair from her flushed face. The intensity in your voice had melted away, replaced with something quiet and steady. “You did so well for me.”

Wanda blinked up at you, her glassy eyes still soft and unfocused. You leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead before easing back and shifting off of her just enough to give her room to breathe. Her muscles twitched faintly as you reached for the blanket at the foot of the bed, pulling it over both of you.

You tucked her against your side, letting her curl into you the way she always did after you’d pushed her this far—like she needed to make sure you were really there. One hand stroked lazily up and down her spine while the other cradled the back of her head.

“Still with me, baby?” you asked softly.

“Mhm,” she whispered, her voice hoarse, almost shy now. “Just… floaty.”

You smiled at that, kissing the side of her head. “Good. That’s exactly where I want you right now. Just let me hold you.”

For a while, the only sounds were the steady hum of the world outside and the slow, even rhythm of your breathing. You kept tracing gentle shapes along her skin, feeling her heartbeat gradually settle against you.

“Do you need water? Something sweet?” you asked eventually, already making a mental list of what you could bring her.

She gave a tiny shake of her head. “Just you.”

That pulled something deep and tender from your chest. You held her tighter, resting your cheek against her hair. “Always, princess. I’m not going anywhere.”

Don't Cry, It Turns Me On

“Can I try?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You provide a stability to Wanda's life that she's never had before. You help keep her in a routine. Wake up, brush teeth, get dressed for training, have breakfast, train, shower, lunch, studying, dinner, down time, brush teeth, meds, bed time. 

You keep her to that routine most days and when she starts having an off day you dim the lights, make a comfy nest in the bed with blankets, pillows, snacks, and drinks. You watch her favorite shows and movies. 

You don't think much about the responsibility you've taken on until you have to leave for a mission and Wanda spirals from the lack of support from you. Though she knows the routine and goes through it, it doesn't feel right without you by her side. Your phone is blown up by her texts and calls and you'd wish this mission would end quickly. 

“How’s she doing?” Nat asks as she makes her way beside you on the bed. The small shitty motel room you two were hiding out in for the mission was stuffy. 

“I think she’s spiraling a bit.” You show Nat your phone, her eyebrows raising. 

“Think? She basically fully relies on you for everything during her days now. She’s a lost puppy. You bring stability to her life and now you aren’t there. I’m surprised she’s actually doing everything.” You bite your bottom lip, letting it fall between your teeth. 

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about her lying about doing everything. If I don’t remind her of her meds and help her with her makeup she usually forgets.” Nat knew just how important the meds were that Wanda had been prescribed. 

“She relies on you, but I’m sure she’ll be fine. Few more days and we’ll be back home. A few days isn’t going to kill her.” You nodded in agreement as you sunk down into the rough mattress and not fluffed pillows. 

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When the quintet lands at the compound you don't even make it off ramp when she tackles into you, knocking you down, but you don't mind a few more bruises. You go to speak, but you're cut off when her lips crash into yours. Instinctively you're pulling her closer, flush against you.

As Nat walks by out of the jet she chuckles, shaking her head, “Tony owes me $1,000.” 

You break the kiss, laughing a bit at the comment from your best friend. Looking at Wanda, a flush on her face and neck makes you smile softly. A hand cupping her cheek that she leans into. You smile softly, leaning in to give her another kiss before lifting the two of you up. “Come on, let's talk about this in our room.” 

Wanda simply nods letting you lead the way. On the way you ask what she's done today, knowing what should have been done and she tells you like she had everyday with her constant updates. She had told you already, seven texts letting you know she had gone through her routine. She would have been studying now if not for your sudden arrival.

Walking into your room smelled distinctly of Wanda, you'd been gone long enough that it was noticeable as soon as you walked in, cherry blossoms. You closed the door, locking it. “Friday. Soundproof the room please and do not disturb mode on.” You called out to the AI of the compound. 

Once you got confirmation your attention was on the brunette. Admiring the face you'd missed so much. Taking in the little details her smudged eyeliner made her look more like a raccoon and you knew she'd fallen asleep with it on more than once without you here. Her lips slightly darkened by the tinted chapstick she uses. Her green eyes sparkling like sea glass under the summer sun. 

You took notice of her nervous habits, pulling at the sleeves of her (your) sweatshirt to pull over her hands, fiddling her fingers back and forth, the very subtle lip bite, and how she was too nervous to look you in the eyes. 

You take a step forward, softly smiling as you cup her cheeks and pick her head up to meet your gaze. “I've wanted that for a long time. I just never wanted to push you or make you uncomfortable.” You knew her wounds were still fresh from Sokovia and you didn't want to take advantage of that. You only ever wanted to be here for her. 

“I didn't realize just what you meant to me until you weren't here…it felt like I lost you while you were away and I know I shouldn't need you, but I do. I crave what you provide everyday and I–I need you Y/N. I don't know what I'd do without you. I felt like a zombie without you here.” You took in each word and the inflection in her voice pitched up with each passing second. You could hear the cracking in her words that cracked your heart. 

You held her tightly, pulling her against you. She fit like a puzzle piece. Her arms wrapping around your waist. You kissed the top of her head. “All I want is you, Wands. I want to care for you, I want to love you, I want to be with you.” You could feel your heart flutter at your own words  but even more so at her response.

“That's all I want. Just want you. Want to just be yours.” You felt her pull back, looking up at you. A smile forming on your lips as you lean down for a proper kiss, soft, slow. Your lips moved against one another and you could feel the heat of her magic against your skin. You smile into the kiss, pulling back just enough to whisper, “Someone's excited.” 

Her face burying against your neck as the heat dissipates. She mumbles something and you chuckle, picking her up like you've a hundred times before and she clings onto you. 

She'd only ever clung like this when she'd fallen asleep during team movie nights. You'd carry her back to bed just like this, legs wrapped around your waist, arms around your shoulders, and face buried against your neck. 

You take her to your shared bed and sit at the edge. You aren't expecting it but she grinds her hips against you. A moan crawling up your throat and you feel yourself twitch. Wanda knew already, how could she not? You sleep in your boxer briefs and a sports bra. Most mornings you wake up at half mast. 

She moves faster against you, it's still slow, but you can tell just how needy she is. You're hyper aware even of her. Every roll of her hips and the growing bulge straining against your sweats you had changed into on the jet. 

A soft needy moan comes out of her and that's when you feel it, she's soaking you entirely. A wet spot forming right on your bulge. A deep groan makes its way out of you. 

You can't stand it anymore and flip her onto her back in one single motion. You pull your hard cock out of its confines. You don't bother taking anything off her at this moment. You push her soaked panties to the side. Pushing into her, both of you moaning out at the feeling as you slowly sink inside of her. She takes you beautifully as you bottom out in her. You breathe deeply as you look at her face completely red as you lean down kissing her before starting to pull the sweatshirt and then her shirt. 

You take in her pale skin and the light dusting of freckles, leaning down to take her breast in your mouth, the other with your hand as you slowly move your hips. Your actions elicit soft moans, breathy pleas falling from her lips, and mumbles of Sokovian words. It only eggs you on as you move faster, flicking your tongue against her hard nipple, the other getting twisted gently between your thumb and forefinger. 

You feel her nails claw down your back and sides. You know her nail polish must be ruined from it. You're sure her marks will look lovely with the array of bruises on your back. 

“Ah…feels s'good feels– Ah–” you feel her tighten up around you, finally letting her breast go. Moving yourself up to capture her lips and swallow her moans. You know she won't last much longer as you speed up, setting a brutal pace. Feeling your own orgasm build up. 

“Fuck..I'm gonna cum.” You whisper against her. She tightens at your words.

“Me too–Ah please please need this!” Her pleas were more than enough as you thrust deep, filling her up as she vice grips around you, practically screaming as she cups and you are so thankful for telling Friday to soundproof.

Wanda Maximoff was a force to be reckoned with. She wasn’t just one of the top CEOs in the business world—she was the CEO everyone wanted to emulate. Known for her sharp tongue and colder-than-steel demeanor, she ruled her empire with a level of precision and control that left no room for mistakes. People feared her, respected her, even admired her, but no one got close to her. Not personally, at least.

So when she walked into your university lecture hall, flanked by her assistant and a couple of professors, her presence was electric. Every student sat a little straighter, their pens ready to scribble down any wisdom she was about to impart.

You, however, weren’t like the rest.

You sat back, your pen poised but not moving, studying her instead of taking notes. Her heels clicked sharply against the floor as she made her way to the podium, her tailored suit hugging her in ways that screamed power and money. Her chestnut hair was perfectly styled, and her icy green eyes scanned the room, taking stock of her audience.

Then her gaze landed on you.

It was a fleeting moment, but you saw it—the faint crack in her mask. Her jaw tightened, her eyes widened just a touch, and her lips parted before she quickly composed herself. But it was enough. You smirked, leaning back in your chair as if you already owned the room. She looked away, but you caught her sneaking another glance before she began her lecture.

Throughout her presentation, she kept glancing at you. Your smirk only grew as you pretended not to notice, your pen now gliding across your notebook. You took notes, but it was more for show than anything else. The real prize wasn’t her words—it was her attention.

When the lecture ended, the other students swarmed her, eager to ask questions, get advice, or maybe just be noticed by someone of her stature. You didn’t move. You stayed in your seat, letting the others do their thing. You knew your moment would come.

Eventually, the crowd thinned out, and the professor excused themselves, muttering something about a meeting. That left just you and Wanda in the lecture hall.

She didn’t leave. Instead, she hovered near the podium, her eyes darting in your direction as if she were waiting for something. You stayed seated, your pen spinning idly between your fingers.

Finally, you leaned forward, resting your elbows on your desk. “So, Miss Maximoff,” you called, your voice cutting through the quiet like a knife. “Are you always this…in control? Or is it just a professional thing?”

Her head snapped in your direction, her composed mask slipping for just a second. She hesitated, her perfectly polished demeanor cracking under the weight of your gaze. “I… I don’t know what you mean,” she said, her voice steadier than you expected, but her hands betrayed her. She clenched them at her sides, as if to stop them from fidgeting.

You tilted your head, your smirk deepening. “Oh, I think you do. You walk in here, commanding the room, acting like you’ve got it all together. But I wonder…” You stood, closing the distance between you and her, your steps slow and deliberate. “Is it the same when no one’s watching? When it’s just you and someone who…sees you?”

She inhaled sharply, her cheeks flushing. She didn’t back away, but her eyes flicked to the door as if considering an escape.

You leaned on the desk beside her, your eyes locking onto hers. “Relax, Miss Maximoff. I’m not going to bite.” A pause. “Unless you ask nicely.”

Her lips parted, but no words came out. She was squirming now, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. You took a small step closer, invading her space just enough to make her breath hitch.

“I think you like being in control,” you murmured, your voice dropping to a teasing lilt. “But I also think you’d love to let someone else take over. Just for a little while.”

Her green eyes met yours, wide and uncertain. For a moment, you thought she might bolt. Instead, she whispered, “You’re…bold for a student.”

You grinned. “And you’re far too fun to intimidate.”

The tension hung in the air, electric and thick. Wanda swallowed hard, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t know what to do.

You stood back up, taking a slow, deliberate step backward, your smirk widening as you straightened your posture. The confidence radiating off you was almost tangible, a stark contrast to the way Wanda seemed to shrink under your gaze. Her perfectly manicured fingers fidgeted with the hem of her blazer, a telltale sign that you were getting to her.

“I can see why you’re so successful,” you mused, your tone casual but laced with intent. “Commanding, driven, completely untouchable. At least, that’s what you want people to think.”

Her lips parted as if to respond, but no words came out. You raised a brow, waiting, watching. When she remained silent, you chuckled softly, crossing your arms as you leaned back slightly.

“It’s cute, really,” you continued, letting your gaze sweep over her, drinking in the way her breath quickened. “The ice queen act. But you’re not as untouchable as you think, are you?”

Her cheeks flushed a deeper red, and she stiffened, trying to pull herself back together. “I don’t know what you’re implying,” she said, her voice tighter now, betraying the composure she was trying so hard to maintain.

You took a step closer again, the weight of your boots echoing in the empty lecture hall. “Oh, I think you do.” You tilted your head, your eyes narrowing slightly. “You can play the part for everyone else. But not for me. I see you, Wanda.”

The way her name rolled off your tongue sent a visible shiver down her spine. She glanced away, her hands clasping tightly in front of her as if she were trying to physically hold herself together.

“You’re…” she started, her voice faltering as she looked back at you. She could deny it all she wanted, but her pupils were dilated just from this interaction. “You’re very forward.”

You grinned, letting her words settle in the air for a moment. “And you love it,” you replied, your voice low and teasing. “Don’t you?”

Her silence was enough of an answer. She wasn’t denying it. She couldn’t. You could see it in the way her gaze lingered on you, in the way her breath hitched every time you spoke. She was unraveling, and she didn’t know how to stop it.

You reached out, brushing a nonexistent speck of dust off her blazer, your touch light but deliberate. “If you ever get tired of pretending,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, “you know where to find me.”

With that, you turned on your heel, leaving her standing there, flushed and flustered. You didn’t look back as you walked out of the lecture hall, but you didn’t need to. You could feel her eyes on you. You could almost hear the way her mind was racing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You two are idiots.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanda. Wanda Maximoff.” She told me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

“Have you ever had aftercare?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes...uh...”

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

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

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

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

“Y/N/N?” Wanda questions.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please what?” 

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

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

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

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

“Yes Mommy!”

“Did you enjoy my performance pet?”

“Yes Mommy!”

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

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

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

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

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

≈≈≈

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N?” 

“hmm?” 

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

“10 years.” 

“How old are you?”

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

“How many-”

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

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

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

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

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