Protect Her Innocence

i apologize

Incel Tomura

I couldn’t think of a good title for this, so… I just went with something real blunt. Anyway, this was inspired by a friend and how she actually met her IRL boyfriend.

PAIRING: Incel!Shigaraki x egirl!reader

TW: face sitting, degradation, mommy kink, reader basically bullying Tomura (he deserves it)

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dakota johnson dancing at parties… she is wife

I LOVE MILES

She’s Mine - Continuation

Hello everyone! First of all, thank you so so much for all the love this fic has received from you! I can’t thank you enough for liking and reblogging this. From the bottom of my heart, thank you and I wish your nightly dreams be filled with Chris. <3

I have been wanting to write a short sequel to this, and I finally got the chance to do it now. Please enjoy, and like/reblog if you enjoyed this too. Thank you loves! <3

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After dinner

“Princess Aunt Y/N, will you sit next to me please?” Miles looked up at you and his puppy dog eyes almost instantly melted your heart.

“Of course, Miles. I would love to.” You smiled as you extended your hand for him to hold. Miles held on to your hand and walked you to the sofa where the family would be gathering for a movie night.

You were asked to make yourself comfortable on the sofa with Lisa, Chris’ sisters and the kids while Chris and Scott prepared some movie snacks. On your right was Miles, and on your left was Lisa. The other two kids, Ethan and Stella have decided to make themselves comfy with their mum and aunt with the blankets on the floor.

When Chris came back with a bowl of popcorn on one hand and a pint of ice cream on the other, he immediately frowned. “Hey, that’s my spot.” He pouted at Miles’ direction. Miles grabbed on to your arm tightly, indicating that he wasn’t going to move.  

“Oh, here we go again. No more fighting. Here, take my spot.” Lisa laughed while shaking her head.

“Thanks, mum.” Chris smiled at his mum. “I just want to sit next to Y/N, who’s miiiineeee.” Chris dragged out the last word while looking at Miles.

“No, Uncle Chris! I want Aunt Y/N!” Miles argued.

“Okay viewers, we’re back live again.” Scott announced from the sidelines, again, with his gameshow voice. You laughed and Scott shot you a wink.

“Okay, Miles, tell you what. You let me have Y/N, and I will give you a scoop of ice cream. Deal?” Chris asked.

“No way.”

“Two scoops?”

“No way.”

“Now, come on. How about three scoops?”

“I’m not a child, Uncle Chris.”

“Well, well, well. Okay man-to-man talk, eh?” Chris took a deep breath and puffed out his chest. “How about… the entire… pint?” He dragged out his sentence.

You turned to look at Miles and you could almost see his brain working out the mathematics. Nobody said a word for a full minute. The rest of the family were too invested in this “fight” between the uncle and nephew and were all waiting for Miles’ answer. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Scott, Carly and Shanna popping popcorn into their mouths like they are watching a movie.

“Okayyyyy.” Miles said slowly while putting his arms into a fold around his chest. “One pint.”

“Okay, de-” Chris opened his mouth but was stopped by Miles.

“One pint of double chocolate chip cookies ice cream every week for the rest of my life.” Miles continued.

“What?!” Chris was taken aback with the counter. “I don’t wike this.” Chris muttered under his breath.

“Oh, I don’t think I like this very much too! Imagine the dental costs!” Carly exclaimed.  

“Okay fine, we have a deal!” Chris said and extended his arm to shake hands with Miles. “Sorry, sis. I got to say yes. For Y/N.” Chris looked apologetically at Carly.

“Oh oooh! Do we have a gentlemen’s agreement between the two?” Scott continued to narrate the situation.

“Yes, we do.” Miles said and he shook Chris’ hand. Miles then turned to look at you. “Aunt Y/N, you may not be mine, but every night when I close my eyes, I will think about you. And you can share my ice cream with me.” Your heart burst with his sweetness and you gave him a big hug. “Thank you Miles. You’ll always be my Little Prince.” You responded with a kiss on his cheeks.

“Okay viewers, and we have the final result. Y/N is…. Chris Evans’!” Scott announced grandly.

“Finally!” Chris exclaimed, pulling you into a hug. “You’re mine!”

As soon as he said that, Dodger ran over to the two of you. He placed his paw on Chris’ arm to pull him away from you and barked at him.

“No, come on, you’re fighting her with me too?!” Chris’ brows snapped together, eliciting huge laughter from the rest of the family.

“And the saga continues.” Scott announced.

much more relatable

Old Disney and Pixar movies be like: you have trauma because your parents are dead

New Disney and Pixar movies be like: you have trauma because of your parents

IM SORRY WHAT- THE END IS SO FUNNY PLZ

Flustered | Wanda Maximoff x Romanoff!Reader

a/n: y’all have heard of having a crush on your best friend’s mum but what about having a crush on your mum’s best friend? wanda and vision are divorced in this bc i can’t deal w cheating 🤧

(feedback/positive comments are appreciated)

requested by anon: “soft mommy!wanda smut with her being your mothers (nats) best friend??? 👀”

warnings: alcohol. smut - mommy kink, strap-on, praise, fingering/oral (r receiving), light overstimulation, kinda dubcon bc wanda used her powers

word count: 3.5k

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You had always been flustered around Wanda.

She was stunningly beautiful and so ethereal that how could anyone not stare at her out of awe?

She’d even caught you lingering over her once or twice though she just simply smiled in response, believing that you’d been staring out of adoration or something along the like; whilst you were forced to tear your eyes away in mortification. Practically bolting out of the room you were both in lest she see your cheeks flushed with both arousal and embarrassment.

Besides, it was an unrequited crush. There wasn’t any way that she liked you like that nor would she assume that you liked her in that manner either.

After all, she was your mother’s best friend.

You were currently sat in your room reading a book, trying to distract yourself from the fact that your mother had invited Wanda over for dinner.

You could barely keep your emotions in check around the redhead; it was a wonder she hadn’t grown suspicious of your wariness to be around her.

You were disturbed by a faint knock at your door and with a soft ‘come in’, your Mum entered your room with a smile.

“Hey, honey. Dinner’s ready. Do you mind making some of your brownies later for dessert?”

“Sure thing, Mum. I’ll be right down.” You said, returning her smile.

“Thanks, sweetie.”

Natasha closed the door, once again, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Okay, breathe. It’s fine. It’s just a small crush. You’ll get over it. Breathe.

You murmured to yourself as if saying the words aloud would make them a reality.

Clearing your throat, you left your bedroom and descended down the stairs to greet Wanda.

She looked up from the foot of the stairs and beamed at you, “Hi, honey. How are you?”

Even just the gentle tone of her voice and the endearment term had you feeling warm. Exchanging pleasantries as you walked, you then all sat down at the dinner table.

You barely spoke as you ate your meal, instead, you were daydreaming about the redhead sitting opposite you. It was risky, you knew. After all, she did have the ability to read minds but you seemed to forget about that as she fell into easy conversation with Natasha.

As you pushed your broccoli around your plate with your fork, you suddenly felt a jolt on your skin that made you drop the cutlery. The clattering of the metal against the plate breaking your Mum’s and Wanda’s current conversation about how Sam and Bucky were training with Steve’s old shield.

“Honey, are you alright?” Natasha looked over at you, concerned at the abrupt action.

“Yeah, um, sorry. It just slipped out my hand.” You said, lying easily through your teeth.

That seemed to be enough for your mother as she continued her previously interrupted conversation with Wanda.

You mentally shook your head, not wanting to embarrass yourself further and took a sip from your glass of water when you felt a warm tingle between your thighs.

Quickly swallowing the liquid in your mouth - to stop yourself from choking on it - you furrowed your brows at the feeling.

It was a familiar feeling but also kind of different. Often something that you felt when you were horny and playing with yourself. But you certainly weren’t doing that right now so what on Earth was going on with you?

The sensation travelled further up your thighs, directly between your legs where your growing sensitive nub was. You felt pressure being applied to your clit forcing you to fight back a moan from slipping past your lips.

You reached for your glass and took another swig of the drink in an attempt to maintain some sense of control and occupy your mind with something other than the sensation.

But when something, that could only be described as phantom-like, brushed up against your folds, teasing your entrance, you pushed your chair back and stood up abruptly.

“I’m gonna get started on the brownies.” You stated when Wanda and Natasha both looked at you with their brows raised.

“Okay, sweetie.” Your Mum replied as you gathered the plates and took them to the kitchen.

Placing them in the sink, you ran water over them as you watched the remnants wash away down the drain. Switching off the running tap, you then braced yourself on the countertop.

“What the fuck was that?” You whispered to yourself, steadying your breathing.

If only you had looked up to face Wanda. You would have seen her eyes grow a faint hue; small red tendrils swirling around her fingers.

Mixing the ingredients in the plastic bowl, you placed it on the table and dipped a spoon in the brownie mixture to taste it.

Licking your lips, you decided it needed some more sugar so you walked to the cupboard and reached up to grab the sweetener.

Your hand roamed aimlessly in the open door as you stood on your tiptoes to try to pick up the ingredient.

You stilled when you felt a pair of hands enclose on your hips.

“Here. Let me get that for you, honey.”

A shiver ran deliciously down your spine as the person behind you spoke. There was no need to turn around. You knew who the voice belonged to.

Wanda gently moved you but not before you grazed up against her and felt something hard against the small of your back.

Oh god, she was packing.

Your legs threatened to shake beneath you as you grabbed onto the marble island in an attempt to steady yourself.

Wanda turned around to face you, handing the sugar to you with a smile on her face, appearing to have been unaware of what you’d just realised.

“T-Thanks.” You took the sugar from her hand and generously measured it out before stirring it into your brownie mixture.

You were painfully aware that Wanda was still standing there, watching you as her lips tugged into a smirk.

Wanda walked up beside you, leaning against the counter before dipping two of her fingers into the mix.

Your mouth went dry as she placed them in her mouth and licked them clean. The action making you wet as you imagined her doing that under very different circumstances.

“Wanda, I’ve found the wine. You coming?”

Both of your heads turned to the door that led to the living room.

You were hot all over, a combination of arousal and embarrassment - feeling as though you’d been caught by your mother whilst doing something sinful when the act itself was not.

“Coming.” Wanda replied. She then glanced back over at you.

“I can’t wait to have a taste.” She said sultrily, licking her lips.

Your mouth fell open as you were unable to hide your shocked expression, “w-what?”

“Of the brownies, baby. Why? What did you think I meant?”

Wanda said sweetly, her brow raised in amusement and she continued to smirk at you, remaining unabashed at how flustered you were right now.

“Oh, I-um, I didn’t-”

You silently cursed yourself as you continued to fumble over your words, not able to form even one coherent sentence under her watchful gaze.

“I’m just pulling your leg, baby. I’m gonna go join your mother now.”

She finished on a cheery tone and when you saw her figure disappear from the door frame, you slumped against the kitchen drawers.

She’d called you ‘baby’ twice and yet, didn’t seem to realise how flushed the pet name made you.

Shaking your head, you willed yourself to get a grip on your feelings and to continue making the chocolate dessert.

Stop reading into things.

She doesn’t like you like that.

She’s just being kind.

                ✧── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

Over the next few weeks, you felt yourself slowly being driven insane with how much you were lusting after Wanda.

She seemed to be over at your house much more often than before and each time, she unwittingly left you aroused and flushed. Though she appeared to have no indication of the effect she had on you.

Well, that was until you’d turned up drunk at her house late one night.

You’d been out partying with some of your friends from university and when you realised you’d had too much to drink, you had decided to head to Wanda’s house - she only lived a 10 minute walk away from where the party took place - and crash there for the night.

You rapped your knuckles on the wooden frame and greeted Wanda with a bright beam, your words slightly slurring.

“Hey, Wanda. Mind if I stay here tonight? I don’t wanna drive and Mum’s outta town.”

“Sure thing.” Wanda hurried you inside as she returned your smile.

She led you into the kitchen where she began fixing you a plate of things to eat.

“It’s some leftovers from what I made the twins last night.”

“Oh god, are they here? I’m so sorry.” You said quickly, worrying that your loud demeanour would wake them up.

“No, no. Vision has them for the weekend. Come on, baby, you need to eat to soak up some of that alcohol.”

Wanda picked up some of the food with a fork she’d gotten from the drawer and gently held onto your chin until you opened it so she could put the food in.

Scraping your teeth against the metal to pull the food off, you closed your mouth and chewed.

“Good girl.” Wanda murmured softly, her hand that previously held your chin now dropping to rest comfortably on your arm as you continued to eat.

With your inhibitions lowered, you found it increasingly difficult to maintain a calm exterior around the redhead, and soon found yourself blushing at the praise.

Something that did not go unnoticed by Wanda.

When she was happy that you’d eaten enough, she took your hand and led you to one of her guest rooms.

Using her magic, she pulled some fresh linen from the closet and quickly worked to make up the bed. Then she left you alone for a few moments before coming back with a large t-shirt.

When she came back into the room, you’d just finished texting your mum to let her know that you were staying at Wanda’s and that you’d call her tomorrow.

“Here.”

Placing your phone on the table, you stood up from where you were sitting on the bed and walked up to Wanda.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to.” Wanda interrupted, “What’s wrong, baby?”

She asked when you continued to stand there, clean clothes in your hand.

“Sorry, I’m still kinda tipsy. Do you mind helping me take this dress off? I-I can’t reach the zip.”

You turned around, your back facing the redhead, hoping to get her help.

You weren’t trying to be flirtatious or push any boundaries but you couldn’t help it. Your inebriated state had seemed to lower what little control you had left.

All that could be heard in the room was the faint unzipping of the metal down your outfit. But you could practically hear the pounding of your heart in your ears as they burned red at how intimate the two of you were getting without having actually done anything.

Slipping out of the dress, you whispered a soft “thank you,” and pulled the t-shirt over your head and down your waist.

You resisted the urge to tug the shirt to your nose as the smell of Wanda’s clothes threatened to overwhelm you.

You wearing her clothes made you all warm and fuzzy inside; as if she was claiming you, marking you with this one piece of clothing.

Finally, you turned back around to face Wanda who silently stood there, the bright moonlight shining through the window, lighting up part of her face, allowing you to see how her eyes were black with lust but speckled with a red glow.

You swallowed hardly, as if now aware of the fact that you had just brazenly bared your practically naked body to her.

“Thank you for the clothes, Wanda.” You murmured, after gathering enough courage to speak.

Though, whatever steadiness you had been able to muster in your voice was surely eradicated at Wanda’s next words.

“Thank you, Mommy.”

Wanda corrected you, her hand raising up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your mouth went dry as you simply nodded, “Thank you for the clothes, Mommy.”

The moment those words left your mouth, a growl rumbled from Wanda’s throat and that was the only warning you had before her lips were on yours.

The kiss was passionate but short-lived. She’d pulled away to guide you backwards, the back of your knees hitting the bed behind you. She carefully laid you down, the soft duvet enveloping you both the moment your bodies touched it.

Then Wanda began kissing you again, this time, longer than the kiss before. Her hands roamed your body before resting comfortably on your hips. Her grip was bruising but not painful. With her flush against you, you could feel her strap through the thin sweatpants she’d been wearing when you first arrived.

You started to moan at the feel of her against you as, with each kiss, you sobered up. Instead, drinking in all that was Wanda. When Wanda ripped her lips from yours with another growl, a whine slipped from your throat before you could stop it.

Wanda smiled, her green eyes hypnotising, “I’m gonna make you feel good, baby.”

Wanda planted kisses on your bare skin as she travelled down your body. Lifting her shirt that you were wearing, she softly kissed your stomach and your breasts before lightly nipping at your skin. You winced when she tugged on your nipples, the pain quickly melting into pleasure.

Your hands flew up to tangle in her hair as you lifted your hips up to try to gain some relief from the burning arousal between your thighs.

“Please.”

Wanda tsked at you but said nothing more as she went further down your body, reaching your thighs. With a breath caught in your throat, you slowly opened your legs to accommodate for the redhead.

Wanda placed gentle kisses on the inside of your thighs, the feeling only serving to increase your arousal. Wanda then tugged your panties off down your thighs before throwing them out onto the floor. You were surely dripping now.

Your hips had a mind of their own as they started to lift slowly, trying to get some form of relief, hoping Wanda would brush her lips further up to where you needed it most.

“Shh, detka.” Wanda soothed, resting one of her hands on your stomach, pushing it back down on the duvet.

You groaned as she slipped into her Sokovian dialect; her warm breath against your soft skin.

You whined, your hips unable to move as they were still under Wanda’s hold, “Mommy, please.”

You let out a sigh when Wanda finally latched her lips onto your pussy. She licked and sucked as you twisted beneath her, moaning at the pleasure that travelled through your body.

Your hands went back to Wanda’s hair, pulling at the strands when she gently grazed her teeth against your clit before attaching her lips to it to soothe the pleasurable pain.

A string of curses fell from your lips as you begged her not to stop, your high within sight. You started to rut your hips against her face, riding her lips as she kitten licked your folds.

“You taste so good, baby.” She hummed. The vibration of her words coupled with her eating you out allowed you to reach your peak.

“Fuck, right there. Right there.” You groaned, arching off the bed and further into her mouth.

“Come for Mommy.” Wanda ordered.

Your climax washed over you like a warm ocean wave; the tingling spreading all through your body. Gasping, your body fell back to the bed. A light sheen of sweat lining your face.

“Good girl.” Wanda praised, kissing your clit one final time before moving upwards back to your face.

Wanda brought your lips in for a kiss and you revelled in your taste on her mouth. As her lips continued to move against yours, you jolted when you felt her fingers slide through your folds.

“Shhh, baby. I just need to get you ready for my strap.” Wanda murmured, kissing your neck.

Her fingers teased your entrance. Her fingertips pushing in just slightly before she pulled them back out again.

Your legs started to close, your first orgasm leaving you sensitive. But they were suddenly spread apart again. Looking up at Wanda, you saw her green eyes now sparkled red as she used her powers to keep them open for her.

“Don’t you want to be a good girl for Mommy?”

You nodded frantically, catching your lip between your teeth.

Wanda didn’t reply and instead, thrust two fingers into you. She captured your lips in another kiss, swallowing the groan that would have fell from your mouth.

She continued moving her fingers in you before adding another. With her other hand, she gripped your chin forcing you to gaze directly into her eyes.

She placed another kiss on you and then leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Good girl.”

Your legs starting to shake as her fingers, that were still inside you, made a beckoning gesture, pressing against the most sensitive part in you. With another few thrusts and brushes against that sweet spot inside you, you clenched around her fingers as you came; your arousal drenching her fingers.

You shivered when Wanda dipped her fingers between your folds to gather your wetness and rub them over her now exposed strap. She must have somehow used her powers to remove her sweatpants without you realising.

In a swift motion, you found yourself hovering above Wanda’s hips, her red strap beneath you, ready to drive itself into you.

“I’ve heard all your dirty thoughts, baby. It’s pained me to refrain from doing anything about it. But now we can. So go ahead, babygirl, ride me. Just like you’ve always wanted.”

You were too far gone to even think about the fact that Wanda had heard about your every thought. So, instead, you reached between the both of you and lined her strap with your entrance. Then with a moan, you enveloped her in your pussy until she’d bottomed out. The both of you groaned at the feeling.

You gave yourself a few moments to adjust to the feeling of your walls being stretched before you began riding her. Wanda’s hands rested on your hips, helping you as you bounced on her cock.

One of her hands balled up the t-shirt you were still wearing; the material creasing in her fist.

“As much as I wanted you naked, you look so pretty in my t-shirt, detka. You’re mine. Do you understand that? You belong to me.”

“I’m yours, Mommy.” You muttered as your thrusts started to become more frantic as your neediness grew.

Wanda looked up at you when you whined and saw your half-lidden eyes, black with lust. Grabbing at your hips, she flipped you over so she was back on top of you.

She then started to fuck you hard, her thighs slapping against yours, the crude sound filling the walls. As she increased her pace, it was all you could do to wrap your legs around her waist to meet each thrust.

She whispered sweet nothings in your ear as she praised you when you continued to beg, “Mommy, faster. God, please. There. Right there.”

With each rough thrust, the leather of the harness the strap was attached to, rubbed against Wanda’s clit. She fucked you without cause, the both of you chasing your own highs.

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and come for Mommy.”

Wanda pushed harder into you a few more times before you came around her strap, the orgasm almost painful as your back arched off the duvet. Wanda’s climax soon followed as she kissed you passionately, needing to feel your mouth on hers again.

When she slowed and finally pulled out, you winced at the emptiness. Wanda hummed to quieten you before pulling you into her arms as you both caught your breath.

When she felt your breathing steady against her chest, she lay you on your side and left to remove the strap and get you a glass of water.

You gulped the liquid down, relishing when the coolness soothed your throat; the sounds Wanda had pulled from you leaving it raw.

The two of you then lay in each other’s arms, a calm silence filling the air as you started to drift off.

A ping of a phone rang out disturbing you both. You reached over the nightstand to grab your phone; your heart racing when you saw the screen.

You looked over to Wanda who was laying beneath you, red hair streaked with orange tussled around her face accentuating her perfect jaw line.

Noticing you staring at her with wide eyes, she furrowed her brows. “What?”

Instead of answering, you muttered under your breath, “Shit.”

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Tied and Tested

Pairing: Sub!wanda x soft!dom!natasha x dark!dom!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: She knew trying to get away was a bad idea but worse was getting cought doing so.

Warning: MINORS DNI. 18+ only. Non-con/dub-con, violence, use of knife, use of warming cream, forced orgasm, bondage, manipulation, toxic relationship, mention of murder, spanking, mention of blood, overstimulation, degradation, clit slapping, aftercare(surprising. I know.) Kind of fluff at end.

Tell me if I missed any.

A/n: First time writing a dark!reader. Also this is DARK DARK. Please don't read if you are easily triggered. Please go easy on me. Suggestions, ideas, and requests accepted.

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Wanda cried and screamed and kicked and punched as you hauled her on your shoulders to the playroom. She tried jumping off of your shoulders when you pressed a knife to her calf. "Stop kicking me or your punishment would be all the more unbearable." You growled before throwing open the room gate. You watched as she tried to run away when you carelessly threw her on the bed. She ran but tripped. In an effort to get away from you as much as possible, she scooted to the corner of the room and put her hands up in front to shield her face. You chuckled. "Oh princess. You really think I am gonna beat you?" You hooked your fingers in the magic restraining bands around her wrists and brought them down. Looking her in the eye, you growled, "No princess. This will be much more than that."

Before you could pick her up again, Natasha came running into the room. "What happened? I heard her screams." Keeping your glare at Wanda, you answered, "Our princess here was trying to get away by telling the maid 'bout us. Thank God I overheard them." "What about the maid?" "Six feet under. Now get in here and restrain her to the bed. Legs bound to either side. A punishment is in order. I am going to collect what I need for the same."

Natasha looked from you, to wanda, and back to you. You were angrier than she had ever seen you before and was herself scared for wanda. You had once spanked her ass until there was blood oozing from several welts. And that had been because wanda had been a brat all week, trying to escape every chance she got. But this was worse. So much worse.

Broken from her stance on hearing Wanda's muffled cries, she quickly made her way over to her. Gently shushing her, she said, "You shouldn't have done that Wan. Everything was going so great. No punishments or outbursts for almost a month. Then you go and do this?" She sniffled and said, "I- I am sorry. Please. Please calm her down. P- Please." " No can do Wans. You know that. You're best chance is at letting her do as she wishes. Once the punishment is over, I will try and help you as much as I can. You know she doesn't let me help you sometimes. Now please. Come on. If you aren't ready when she comes back, it will anger her more."

When you came back, you had a plate in your hands. Setting it on the bed, you admired your view. Wanda was lying there all nude and ready for you to punish. You got on to the bed and forced her legs apart. Running a finger along her dry folds, you clicked your tongue when wanda let out a sob. "Sob as much as you want princess. Nobody's gonna hear you. Why do you think I bought a house here. Huh? Nat, come here. Hold her folds apart and back for me. Would you? Need access to her clit."

Nat did as you told from her position beside wanda. Wanda looked down when she heard a 'pop'. Her eyes widened when she saw what you were holding and began to try to thrash her legs around to get away. You chuckled at her reaction. It was a warming cream. You had told her all about it the day you had told her the rules. It would be a little cold and itchy at first but would then cause a burning sensation for quite some time and made the clit extra sensitive. Before today, it was never used. You didn't feel the need to. As harsh as you had been with her, you never felt like any of her mistakes or actions were worth using it.

Putting your knees over her legs, you kept them steady. You wore a pair of gloves. Squirting a large amount of it on your fingers, you dabbed it all over and around her clit. At first, wanda squirmed due to the itchy feeling then began to cry and scream as it burned. You swirled her clit between you fingers, watching as it became red and swollen and wetness seeped from between her cunt at the sensation. Her body betraying her. "Look at that. You clit is so swollen and red. Needy for attention. And you're so wet. So warm." Resting your palm on her mound, you pulled it back to further protude her clit. Now red and pulsing. You put your thumb on it and drew tight circles and wanda squirmed and begged for forgiveness.

It didn't take long for her to cum due to how sensitive she was. You drew out her orgasm then stopped. Wanda thought you were done when you started pulling on her clit. Rolling it between your thumb and pointer finger. Pinching. Then SMACK.

SMACK.

SMACK.

SMACK.

You landed 4 slaps on her already abused clit in quick succession. By now, Wanda could only cry and babble incoherently. Only last pinch and she came undone again. But you didn't stop rolling her clit. Not when her back arched off the bed and her legs quivered uncontrollably. You stopped only when Natasha literally held your hand and pushed it away from her.

"Stop Y/n. Please. She has learnt her lesson. Please. Stop. She can't take it any more. Stop. Please." She pleaded you with tears flowing down her cheeks. You wiped her tears with the sleeve of the top you were wearing and nodded. Looking over at her, you slowly took off the gloves and disposed them off. Next you went and sat between Wanda's still bound and quivering legs and with more gentleness then the other two had ever seen come from you, you wiped Wanda off with baby wipes. She shouted when she felt the cool sensation.

"Untie her. I'll be right back." You said and went out off the room. Natasha untied wanda with lightning speed and as soon she did, wanda collapsed in her arms. Crying and sobbing and hicupping. "Shh. It's over now. Your done. I'll take care of you. Ok? Don't worry." Natasha consoled her. Neither of them noticed when you came back but Wanda tried jolting away as soon as she felt your hands on her ankles, parting her legs. But Natasha's hold didn't allow her to get faraway. "What are you doing Y/n? Aren't you done with her?" Natasha hissed, narrowing her eyes at you.

"I am. Just taking care of her. Here." You said and gently pressed the cool washcloth over Wanda's irritated parts. She sighed as it stopped the leftover tingling almost instantly. She sniffed and looked down at you. You washed the cloth in the bowl of cool water beside you, something wanda had missed earlier, and placed it back on her. You repeated this a few more times then placed the cloth and water bowl over on the near by table. You came back and placed a small and sweet kiss to her clit. Then crawled over to her side while Nat took the other side.

You engulged Wanda in an embrace and held her tightly against yourself. Rubbing the her back, you whispered, "Does it still hurt or sting? And don't lie." Wanda shook her head. "What you did today was unacceptable. I didn't want to punish you, but you left me no other choice. Why did you do it? huh?" She pulled back a little and said with watery eyes, " I am sorry. So Sorry. Won't ever do it again. Promise. Please forgive me." And snuggled into you again. "You're already forgiven love. I hate punishing you. If you promise to remain good, we'll go to that fair next week. The one you really wanted to." She raised her head and looked at you surprised. Even Natasha looked excited and intrigued.

"R- Really?" Wanda stammered out. She had been out of the hoise only once before and then too had to remain in the lawn. "Really. But only if you are good. And don't worry, I won't touch you there the whole week. Ok? I know it's not irritated now but you must be still sensitive. Maybe even have a little redness."

"Thank you", she said then snuggled into you. Relishing in your and Natasha's combined warmth when the latter pressed herself against her back. Placing a lingering kiss on Wanda's forehead, both you and Natasha dozed off to sleep.

Reader being incredibly uncomfortable: No. 

Student Never: Why not?! 

Reader: Because you are a child!  I think it's pretty obvious! 

Student Never: But I become legally of age in a week! 

Reader: I don't care, it doesn't change the fact that I'm an adult, your teacher and you my student. It's very unhealthy and I'll ask you to stop harassing me to accompany you on a date. 

Student Never: But love has no age! 

Reader: *Sarcastically* Mmhmm... And prison is just one huge extended-stay vacation club.  I'm not interested so leave my classroom immediately to join your next class. 

Student Never: *In a mad rage* You're going to regret refusing my advances! 

Reader: *Not at all impressed* I assure you that your wishes will not come true at all.  Now, go. 

Student Never: *Cruel smile* Honestly I pity you.  Everyone knows you cling to your feelings for the Dean of Evil, but she never cared about you!  You should have accepted the chance I gave you before you ended up a lonely old woman.  Wouldn't that be pitiful for a Princess Ever? 

Reader: *Completely neutral face* Maybe, in the meantime why don't you tell your Dean what you think? 

*Student Never suddenly realizing there are no longer two people in the class but three and slowly turning to face Leonora*

Leonora: Have you got nothing better to do than threaten like a puppy learning to bite on your teacher and miss your class to declare your feelings useless? 

Student Never having lost all courage in front of the terrifying Dean: Uh... I..

Leonora: Get out.  Now. 

*The student runs away*

Leonora letting out a bored sigh when there are only two left in the room: I swear it's the third time this week that a student has come late to class to confess their feelings for you.  Can't they interpret the signals and the hickeys that I left along your neck and your collarbone as a clear message that you belong to me and that you are not attracted to boring kids? 

Reader: *Shrugs with an amused but embarrassed smile* I don't know why they go blind to the signs, I don't do anything to hide the hickeys. 

Leonora: *Teasing smile* Maybe I should do more to get the message across. You have 30 minutes until your next class and that's all the time I need.  Sit on your desk, Darling, I'm going to be very busy with you.

match made in uni

☆ teacher college au ; strict adviser!nat (science teacher) x coadviser cute!reader (english teacher)

— im sure school isnt the same for everyone butttt for me in each class we have a teacher assigned as our advisor!!! they also teach classes

— longass oneshot because i’ve been working on this for two months……

soon, it was the beginning of a new school year at nyu. natasha, a science teacher known for her strictness, is finally getting her own advisory class.

natasha walks over to to her desk at the large, wine colored faculty and the new paper at the bulletin board catches her eye.

the list of co-advisors and advisors for this school year. natasha walks towards it and racks her eyes for her name and sees another beside it.

advisor - co advisor

Romanoff, Natasha - Y/l/n, Y/n

Barnes, Bucky - Rogers, Steve

Maximoff, Wanda - Barton, Clint

…

natasha furrows her eyebrows at the unfamiliar name next to hers.

“wanda, who is y/n y/l/n?” natasha turns around to the other redhead. if anyone were to know who and what, it would be wanda.

wanda was always the first to get on campus, natasha second.

“oh! she’s the new english teacher. very sweet young woman, maria accepted that job in harvard, remember?” she says with a sweet smile.

“you know this how?” natasha takes her seat in front of her desk, beside wanda’s “i bumped into her as she was given a tour, you’ll love her as your co- advisor!” natasha gave a hum.

she didn’t meet you till 2 weeks before the school year started. a faculty meeting was held at the auditorium. natasha walked in, expecting to be second, but was now third. she saw wanda and a y/h/c talking.

“nat!” wanda waved her over as the y/h/c turned her head to see natasha approaching “natasha, this is y/n! y/n, natasha”

“y/n” you smiled, extending your hand for a handshake “romanoff” she shook your hand once and dropped it “oh- of course, y/l/n then” you laughed as she nodded, taking the seat beside wanda.

natasha wouldn’t lie, you were attractive. she just didn’t know you enough. the meeting soon started, briefing what would happen when the students came. the list of advisors and co-advisors came up, making each person familiar with who they were working with.

after that, natasha soon realized your desk was beside hers at the faculty. you didn’t have much but some flowers at the side and sticky notes up.

natasha didn’t see much of you till the week of school starting itself. “wanda, do you happen do have y/l/n’s phone number?” “why don’t you ask her yourself, flirty” wanda giggled

“not in that way, genius. we need to prep our classroom” “sureeee… here ya go” wanda gave a post it as natasha grumbled, taking it.

Natasha Romanoff

Y/l/n, if you’re free please meet me

at our assigned room tomorrow. Thanks.

— N.R

Y/n Y/l/n

Sure! Around what time? :)

Natasha Romanoff

11AM Sharp.

Y/n Y/l/n

Got it! See you there!

“nat why are you being so dry to this poor woman” wanda looked over natasha’s desk as she hid her phone to her chest. “snoopy” “dry texter” “Well she’s my co-advisor! I’ve never had one and I like to handle things on my own”

“A, you’ve never even been an advisor, you need help. B, she’s kind, don’t break her. C, she’s pretty, maybe date her” wanda winked again “oh fuck you” natasha rolled her eyes “romanoff! we’re in school” “oh come on, I hear you swearing at little maximoff all day”

11am the next day came and each advisor and co had to decorate their own classroom. natasha and you decided to just make it as simple as possible. you two were decorating with quiet music playing from a vinyl player.

“sorry if ever i’m being rude or dry, i don’t trust people easily” natasha said, breaking the comfortable silence as she hung up decorations over the board.

“i don’t blame you, you did just meet me last week” you let out a chuckle as natasha climbed down the short ladder “natasha” she extended her hand “y/n” you shook it “I think this is good enough” natasha looks around the decorated classroom, satisfied.

“mhm… hey, wanna grab lunch? i know a great place around here” you suggested “why not”

you and natasha walked over to a café after lunch for come coffee “order?” she asked you as you took a seat “iced caramel macchiato please” she nodded and ordered for you both

natasha told you about her many stories as a teacher. “yeah this one time some kid threw a fit and ripped all the pages from their book” natasha said with a low laugh “oh lord” you shook your head with a smile

“what about you? is this your first teaching job?” natasha tilted her head “sort of? i was a student teacher for 2 years before i graduated this year”

“oh, so you’re like fresh out of college?” “yup, i kind of retook a year in grade school though so i was like a year or two older than my batch mates. they graduated 22 and 23 and me, 24” i shrugged sipping on my coffee. “that’s nice”

“what about you?” “my age? i’m 36.” your eyes widened at that “look, i know i’m old but at least don’t make it obvious” natasha laughed lowly “no! no i just- you don’t look it at all, i honestly thought you were in your 20s” you chuckled “well thank you, i’m flattered” natasha smiled

the morning of your first day, natasha handed you an iced caramel macchiato and you blushed as she remembered your order. “nervous?” she smiled, taking her seat beside you.

natasha wore a black betau top with cream wide leg trousers. you wore a lace flare top with flare pants.

“sort of, i have 3 classes today. they’ll probably hate me” you groan and take a long sip of the coffee “unlikely, you’re very likable. you may even take wanda’s place as nicest teacher. but if they ever disrespect you or any of that, i will personally have a chat with them”

“i really appreciate you, natasha” she nodded and stood up, extending her hand “time to have our first advisory class” she winked and you chuckled, shaking your head.

“good morning class, i’m ms romanoff, your advisor this school year. and beside me is your co-advisor, ms y/l/n. i’ve been teaching at nyu for 5 years and this is my first advisory class. i will also be your science teacher.” natasha said with a straight face as she turned to look at you before looking back at the students

“hi! good morning, i’m ms y/l/n, your co- advisor and english teacher this school year! it’s my first year teaching and i look forward to getting to know everyone” you smiled

natasha briefed everyone on general instructions and the schedule. english as first period today and science as last.

“that’s it, be good everyone, thank you” natasha stopped her presentation and all the students went off to chattering. you opened your laptop, opening your slides when natasha whispered behind you. “good luck, you’ll do great” she winked and you thanked her before you heard the door shut.

if’s been a month of teaching with natasha. you were cleaning up your things as your finished your class when natasha walked in, her class being the one after yours.

she made small talk to you while setting up her own things. she made you laugh when a student suddenly asked. “ms y/l/n! you’re a lesbian, correct?” your eyes widened at the topic

“excuse me, i don’t think it’s appropriate to ask a teacher that.” natasha shut them up as you both left the classroom, sharing a laugh

you had slipped out the fact you had a girlfriend in college to natasha on one of your café hangouts so she probably got the hint.

"what got them to ask that question" natasha chuckled "well the boys keep asking me out and i keep declining them. but don't they get they are students?!" “oh trust me, it gets better. i’ve had my fair share of questions and-” natasha halted her words when she got the hint some students were whispering as the both of you passed by the halls.

“what are they whispering about?” “i’m actually not sure as well” you said “well i’ll see you after class” you waved to natasha, making your way to the classroom.

“ms y/l/n, i don’t mean to invade your privacy or anything but- are you and ms romanof dating? everyone has been talking about it and- i- i just didn’t want to assume” a student came up to you and you choked on your spit

“i- um- no! and i’m sure ms romanoff wouldn’t fancy the idea of students talking about her love life.” you shook it off with a smile, thoughts racing through your head. no way natasha would go for you.

“students are saying we’re dating?!?”

"hey, you've been staring intently at that paper for awhile, you alright?" natasha tapped your shoulder, standing beside you.

"this interpretation is so..." "so.." "read it for yourself" you lifted the paper up to natasha "pick a line from any shakespeare poem and interpret it... the answer was..”

'my chosen poem is 'o never say that i was false of heart' and my line is 'as from soul, which in thy breast doth lie', i think it means shakespeare approves of lesbians’"

"you can laugh" you said as natasha let out a loud laugh, covering her mouth. you looked up and you saw natasha smile widely before looking into your eyes.

time went by too slowly when natasha cleared her throat and handed you back the paper. “it’s funny” she stated, sitting back in her seat. the silence was now awkward.

of course she wouldn’t go for you. “yeah” you whispered and stood up. natasha watched you as her words died in her throat.

the next few weeks were you avoiding natasha as much as you could, and her doing nothing to fix it.

you had a particularly rough week with taking an extra class since wanda was down with the cold. you happened to have a love for history as well.

the papers to grade were twice as much now. you rubbed your forehead in frustration as you were the only one on school campus.

“y/n?” you turned around to see natasha by the door “yeah” you murmured before turning back to the papers. “it’s 1 am what are you doing?!” she walked over to your desk and saw the amount of papers scattered.

“go home” she stated “not done” you whispered, leaning on the palm of your hand “you can continue tomorrow, dekta” natasha let the nickname slip but was thankful you were too out of it to notice

natasha started filing the papers for you as you rested your head against the desk. “i can take homeroom alone so you don’t have to get in till 10am, ‘kay?” she helped you stand up as you murmured a yes.

“you won’t fall asleep driving?” she asked and you shook your head. “safe travels” she watched as you drove off.

the next morning students frowned at the loss of their favorite teacher in homeroom. “alright, we finished a few minutes early so… any questions?” natasha asked and received many raised hands

“yes, diana?” “where’s ms y/n?” natasha softened at the mention, not going unnoticed by the students “she- she’s taking a rest but will be here for your 3rd period”

“is her girlfriend taking care of her?” a student piqued. natasha stiffened “whatever ms y/l/n and her partner do is not relevant.” natasha looked at her watch and grabbed her stuff “have a good first period everyone.”

natasha couldn’t help but feel a weight on her chest by the thought of you having a partner that isn’t her.

unbeknownst to her, the students were ready in their cupid skills.

“i’m telling you, diana! she frowned and got all cold again by the mention of ms y/n having a girlfriend!” the student argued. “what if we sent fake flowers to her desk and ms romanoff got more jealous!” “that’s so childish!” “well- i am a teen?” the students bickered but quickly got quiet when their next subject teacher came.

the next day natasha’s mood got worse upon seeing roses on your table, with a note. you came a few minutes after hers.

“morning ms romanoff” natasha tried to hold her tounge at the downgrade from natasha to ms romanoff.

“morning y/n, you know you can call me natasha, right?” you nodded but smiled at the flowers on your desk

“girlfriend?” she asked and you laughed “no” you opened up the card to see a horrible pickup line that made you laugh.

“people ask me what blush i use, i just show them a photo of you and i’m all roses” you read out loud to natasha.

“corny” she snickered “yeah? you can do better than that, romanoff?” natasha spun her chair to face you “as a matter of fact, yes.” “try me” you smirked “oh you’ll see.”

since then, every morning you would get to your desk with a pickup line from natasha which were undeniably good.

it’s been four months of teaching when you left quite frantically that piqued natasha’s interest,

“what’s the rush?” she chuckled “gotta date” you shoved your stuff into your bag “bye wanda, steve, bruce, tasha!” you left before a reply

“hope she gets laid” wanda muttered, earning a slap from natasha “what! i’m being supportive!” natasha grumbled in response

the next day, natasha was surprised to see you and wanda earlier than usual. “morning nat!” wanda greeted and you forced a smile to her as well “what’s wrong?” “she stood me up… i got a lot of work done last night though” you leaned back in your seat

“i’m sorry y/n/n” natasha set her stuff down and handed you the daily pickup line. she smiled when you laughed. “how do you never fail to come up with a bad one?!? this is like number sixty!” “one of my many talents” natasha winked.

“imma get coffee, be right back” you left and wanda immediately said “ask her out.” “what?” natasha looked at wanda “come onnnnnn! it’s been 4 months” “should i really?” natasha asked quietly and wanda shrieked a yes. a small smile was forming on natasha’s face at the idea.

the next day natasha came even earlier than wanda and set roses on your desk.

natasha fiddled with her pen when you walked in “morning wands, morning tasha” you sat on your desk and smiled at the roses. wanda quietly snuck out the door. “are these from you?” you smirked, jokingly at natasha. “yes, and this is for you, natasha said seriously and handed you a post it. in specific, a sticky note that asks you out. this one finally has her name signed on the bottom.

“i- of course” you smiled at natasha “great! i- um- i’ll pick you up tonight at your place” “alright” you smiled widely “i have a thing- i’ll be back” she nodded as you left.

bonus-

you kept all post its from natasha and she was in awe when she saw them in the box.

the students all went crazy when they saw you both kissing online.

wanda was a bridesmaid at the wedding.