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scarletlizzard · 2 months

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Pairing: professor!Wanda x fem!Reader

Tags Minors DNI: older/younger (college), mommy kink, smut, choking, fingering & strap on use (R receiving), little overstimulation, praise or degradation kink? why not both, just shameless smut sorry

A/N: This is based on the song Older by Isabel LaRosa! This was requested. Thanks for reading, gladly appreciate any feedback. Thank you! 😊🩷

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Wanda watches from her chair as you lean across the desk in front of her, your ass in the air with your skirt pulled down. Her hands reach out to caress your hips, touching the soft skin she can see. When her fingers reach your panties, she begins to pull them down, seeing a sticky string of wetness on your thigh.

"Please, Professor... I need you so bad," you moan and look back at her. Wanda stares in your eyes, her fingers dipping inside of you. You were soaking wet, and she knew it was all for her, your hot walls squeezing her fingers as she thrusted them inside you.

"Ohh, God! Miss Maximoff! " You moan again, Wanda feels herself becoming wetter as you push your hips back against her.

"Miss Maximoff..."

The image of you bent over her desk begins to fade.

"Miss Maximoff? " She hears your voice again.

Wanda blinks and clears her throat, her eyes meeting yours. Only this time, you're standing in front of her desk instead of lying across it. Students around the room were packing their bags and heading towards the door.

"Yes, Miss Y/L/N?" She asks and blinks a few more times, looking up from the papers she was supposed to be grading.

This had been happening more often the closer to the end of the semester came. Wanda was a professor at the university you attended. She had been a professor for a while now and absolutely loved her job, the life she was able to live with the money it paid, and being able to teach young minds. Every semester, she saw hundreds of faces, sometimes not being able to remember all of the names.

But then you walked in the first day of this spring semester with a cute smile on your face, eyes sparkling up at her as you greeted her.

Something about you and the way you acted towards her had Wanda questioning all of her morals.

To be fair, you couldn't help it... when you saw Wanda Maximoffs name on your schedule, you knew what you wanted. Your friends had told you all about her from when they took her class, and you'd seen her walking around campus before. She was exactly what you needed after failed relationship after relationship.

Someone older, someone as hot as she is.

So as the semester went on, you began wearing more revealing clothes, leaving very little to the imagination. At the end of every class, you would find yourself leaning over her desk, watching as Wanda struggled to keep eye contact with you.

"I don't think I really understood today's lesson. Do you think you could give me some extra help?" You would ask her, batting your eyelashes. Wanda swallowed hard and looked around the empty room, running a hand through her firey hair.

"My last class gets out at 3:30. You can meet me back here at 4." She said with a smile, muscle tensing in your grasp as you touched her arm.

"Thank you so much, Professor. .."

And that was how you started your extra 'tutoring' sessions with Wanda. Every day at 4, you would meet her in her class and shut the door behind you. You were a straight A student, clearly not needing any help, so the entire time was spent flirting and laughing, lots of lingering looks and touches.

As time went on, you couldn't help but stare at the ring on her finger. One afternoon, she caught you and gave a soft smile, finding herself needing to explain it to you. But as she opened her mouth, she realized you were her student and nothing more.

"It's complicated," she sighs, deciding not to share. You nod and rest your hand on top of hers, using your other hand to flip the pages of your book. She didn't move away.

'It's complicated' was good enough for you to want - no, need more from her.

So the next day you showed up to her classroom after hours, and when you shut the door, you strutted over to her where she sat at her desk.

"Hey Y/N, what -" Wanda said with an eyebrow raised. She watched as you moved between her and her desk, situating yourself between her legs.

"How long are we gonna play this game for?" You asked in a sultry voice, your hand playing with the top button of her blouse.

"Y/N... this is highly inappropriate. I-I don't know what you're talking about," she spoke sternly, but the look in her eyes and the way she didn't move away was all you needed to continue.

"I'm talking about where we pretend you don't want to fuck me." Your hands moved to the bottom of your skirt, fingers pulling the fabric slowly over the skin of your thighs. "Cmon, Wanda, I can be your little secret... I know you think about me. Do you imagine fucking me right here?" You asked and bite your lip, watching her hands ball into fists.

"I told you to call me Miss Maximoff." Wanda said, not denying a word you spoke.

You leaned forward, hands moved to rub her thighs as your lips touched her ear.

"I'd rather call you mommy..."

Wanda groaned at your words, and in a quick second, she had you bent over her desk, your hands behind your back as her hips pressed against your ass. A moan escaped your lips as your cheek hit the wooden surface. Your hips moved back against her, causing another low sound from Wandas throat.

Before she could do anything else, she quickly released you, panting from the sudden rush of adrenaline. Wanda runs a hand through her hair and straightens out your skirt, stepping away from you. You frown at her actions, hating the way her hands weren't on you anymore.

"You're my student, Y/N. I can't risk it," She said with a cold tone to you, eyes dark with lust.

"Only for a little longer!" You argued her, frowning and crossing your arms.

"You're too young," Wanda said softly and shook her head. Her fingers ran over her lips after she spoke.

You didn't have anything to say at that. You ran out of the room with tearful eyes and an ache in your stomach, not stopping when she called out your name.

That was two weeks ago, and you hadn't been back to her class after hours since. Though every morning Wanda greeted you with that charming fucking smile and a, "Good morning, Y/N," slipping off her tongue in the nicest voice.

Which brings you back to today, standing in front of her as she stared at you with those same dark eyes from two weeks ago. You raise an eyebrow at her demeanor.

"I just wanted to say thanks for all the..." You eye the students leaving the classroom. "...extra help this semester." You clear your throat and adjust the bag on your shoulder. Wanda nods slowly, the image of her fingers inside of you now stuck in her head.

"Of course, Miss Y/L/N. You're a very bright young lady, you know that? Wise beyond your years," Wanda says with a smile, and she truly meant it. You sigh softly with a nod and head towards the door as everyone else had left.

"I'd like to go over your final paper with you, if you don't mind?" You hear her say, and your heart begins to race.

"4?" You ask, turning your head to look at her. She nods.

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You hear the wood creak as Wanda closes the door. The clicking of the lock makes you squeeze your thighs together as you sit in the chair she put in front of her desk.

You take in her appearance, a white blouse hugging her top and dark slacks on her lower half that she usually wore. She took her red hair out of the bun she had and let her hair fall down her shoulders. She always looks so effortlessly beautiful, always so perfect.

"Is something wrong with my paper?" You ask tentatively, watching her sit across the desk from you.

Wanda folds her hands together on the desk, studying your face carefully. "It was brilliant, Y/N. One of the best I received, actually," she chuckles a little. You blush at her praise and watch as her smile slides into a smirk.

"Thank you, Miss Maximoff." You swallow hard, feeling the tension between the two of you grow in the quiet room. You hear the clock on the wall behind Wanda ticking almost as loudly as your heart was beating in your ears.

"Since I'm no longer your teacher, you don't have to call me that," she says and leans back in her chair.

"Oh, so I can call you Wanda now?" You say playfully, taking in the way she slides the ring off her finger and puts it in a drawer of her desk.

"I'd rather you call me something else," Wanda says, and you can feel your body heat up, realizing she was quoting your last conversation.

You stand from your chair and walk around the desk, feeling her eyes on you as you do. "Something specific?" You tease, standing between her and her desk, once again.

"Are you going to make me ask?" She says and tilts her head, looking up to you. Her hands reach out to rest on your hips as she stands from the chair. It's your turn to look up to her.

"Maybe," you tease again with a shrug, a gasp leaving your mouth when she lifts you easily onto the desk.

Wanda puts herself between your legs, the space between the two of you filled with her presence. You could smell the expensive perfume she wore and the mint on her breath as she leaned in. She chuckles lowly at the goosebumps that arise on your arms.

"I'm not going to be the one begging," she whispers in your ear, a finger under your chin as she leans back and forces your head up.

The two of you lean in at the same time, lips moving in sync as your arms move to wrap around her. Her lips are softer than you could have ever imagined, and you could taste the mint you smelled earlier on her tongue as she explores your mouth.

"I've wanted to kiss you like this since the first time you walked in this room," Wanda groans into your mouth and you can only whine in reply as your hands move to unbutton her blouse.

Her hands make quick work of undoing your jeans, and you wish you hadn't stopped wearing skirts after she told you she couldn't be with you. But those thoughts are quickly replaced with watching Wanda slide your pants and panties down together.

Wanda can't help but moan quietly at the sight of your already wet thighs, sticky with your arousal just like in her dream. She looks in your eyes as two fingers press onto your clit, your mouth parting at the feeling.

"So wet for me already, and I haven't even done anything yet..." She sighs, rubbing circles as your hands grip desperately onto her now open shirt.

"Please, Miss Maximoff... I need you so bad," you moan her name. She almost thinks she's dreaming again until she slips her fingers inside of you, feeling your warm walls squeeze her fingers just as she thought they would. Even better than she imagined.

"What was that, baby?" Her fingers stay still inside of you, her eyes watching your red cheeks.

"Please... mommy?" You ask and bite your lip, her fingers suddenly moving inside of you was all you needed to know that was what she wanted to hear.

"You hear that? You hear how wet you are for me?" She asks, the filthy sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of you fill the empty room. "Fucking gorgeous sounds baby," Wanda groans at the feeling of you squeezing her fingers.

"Yes, mommy, I-I'm so wet for you! Your fingers feel so good," you moan and buck your hips pathetically against her hand.

"You feel so good clenching around my fingers, taking me so well, baby.. you gonna cum already huh?" Wanda says in a condescending tone with a smirk on her lips. Her fingers pick up pace, and you moan at the feeling of her knuckle deep inside of your pussy. The fingers you had imagined so many times inside of you, finally curling and drawing an orgasm out of you. Your body shakes as you come, stomach tightening as you soak her fingers.

"Fuck - Wanda!" You let out, feeling her fingers pump inside of you through your climax.

When she sees your body calm, Wanda removes her fingers, a whimper leaving your mouth as you clench around nothing. Your legs squeeze Wandas hips when she puts her fingers in front of your lips.

"Open up, sweetheart. Taste yourself, see how good mommy made you feel," she says and moves her other hand to cup under your chin.

You comply and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. When she puts her fingers in your mouth, you suck hard and look up at her with innocent eyes. Batting your eyelashes, you lick between her fingers, a low moan illiciting from the back of her throat.

Something seemed to snap inside of Wanda as you did that, and she quickly removed them and lifted your shirt over your head before taking a step back. The fact that you weren't wearing a bra only drove Wanda more crazy.

"Turn around, baby, and stick your ass up... let me see that pretty pussy," she says with dark eyes, her hands unzipping her slacks to pull out a red strap. Your eyes widen at the sight and she chuckles. "It's okay sweetheart, you can take it. We'll make it fit, won't we?" She asks and watches as you nod and turn around.

You bend over the desk, lifting your ass up and looking back at her, always so fucking innocently. Wanda hums at the sight and guides her strap up and down your wet pussy, sliding part of it in easily.

"I've dreamed of this," she says, and you didn't know she literally had.

You grip onto the wood in front of you, eyes squeezing closed as she pushes herself deeper inside of you. Her hands rub your back and hips soothingly.

"Mommy -fuck- want to take all of you," you whimper out.

"Oh don't worry, sweetheart, you will," she coos and fills you up completely, the fabric of her pants rubbing against your ass as you push back onto her hips.

Once she's bottomed out, she reaches forward to grab your hands, placing them behind your back and holding them there tightly with one hand. Again, all too familiar from your last meeting with her, only this time you've gotten your way. Her hips begin to move slowly at first, but once your whimpers turn into moans, she can no longer hold back.

"This is all you wanted, isn't it, sweetheart? To be fucked and filled with mommys cock like a good little slut," Wanda breathes out as she rails into you.

"Yes, mommy! I-" You stop mid sentence and half moan half whine as your cheek rubs against the wood with every thrust, her hips hitting yours roughly. You clench around the length of her cock, every word driving you closer ro another orgasm.

With one hand holding yours behind your back, the other smacks your ass sharply. "You can't even talk, can you baby? Is mommy fucking you dumb? What happened to my smart girl?" She chuckles, again in a condescending tone.

But she wasn't wrong. You were at the point of whining, and gasping breathes with each thrust feeling deeper than the next. All your teasing and taunting Wanda through the semester, and this was all it took to finally shut you up.

Not that either of you would complain.

The desk scratches against the floor as she pounds into you, the sounds of the wood creaking underneath the weight of you and her fucking into your wet pussy fill the room, accompanied by your whimpers and half sentences.

"Feels so -"

Another moan.

"So, so good, mommy!"

Another whimper.

Wandas hand palms your ass cheek roughly before you feel her nails digging into your hips. She feels more resistance as she pumps in and out of you, your walls clenching tightly.

"You're close, aren't you, sweetheart?" She groans at the whimper that leaves your mouth, and she pushes herself harder into you. For a second, you feel like the desk would break. "Alright baby, you better be a good girl and cum for mommy..." She says and the praise is all you need to release all over Wandas strap, your wetness spreading and dripping onto your thighs.

The scrapping of the desk stops as she slows her thrusts, her hand releasing your hands from her grip. The two of you sit there for a moment breathing heavily, and Wanda leans forward to kiss your cheek.

"Such a good girl for me, you took me so well, baby... that's it. Just take a minute." Her hands move to lift you up, not removing the cock from inside of you. She sits down in her chair and brings you with her, sitting you in her lap.

"I-I can't take anymore," you breathe out and shake your head, wincing at the feeling of how full she felt inside of you, the way she stretched you out completely.

"Shhh," Wanda coos in a soothing voice, placing sweet kisses on your back and shoulder. "Just one more baby, one more for mommy. There you go, baby just like that," she says, guiding you to move your hips.

Any pain had quickly turned to pleasure as you moved in her lap, your back pressing against her front as you leaned back. Her hips met yours with every bounce, and you tears threatened to escape with how good you felt.

"Such a good girl for mommy, aren't you?" She asks, you feel her left hand grope your breasts, fingers squeezing your nipple as her right hand moves up your side slowly, gripping your throat.

"Y-Yes, mommy, just for you. I'm -oh fuck- I'm so close," you whine as her fingers squeeze either side of your neck. You feel the air escape your throat just enough to feel your chest tighten.

Wanda moans at the feeling of your pulse quicken under her thumb. She was practically holding you up at this point. Your head falls back onto her shoulder, and her left hand moves down to rub your swollen clit. You let out a gasp at the pleasure of the overstimulation of it all.

"That's it, baby, just like that. You're doing so good for mommy," she praises in your ear, her lips moving against the skin just underneath. Wandas hips move more roughly up into you, her grip tightening around your throat.

Your hands move up to grip onto her arm, nails digging into the sleeves of her shirt as she forces another orgasm out of you.

"Mommy, I'm coming!" You whine as your body trembles against her, your legs failing you as she holds you up tightly in her lap.

"Fuck sweetheart, just-just hold on mommy's gonna cum too," Wanda groans against your neck and continues to pound into you from underneath you as she chases her own high. You were beyond overstimulated at this point, and the tears that threatened to fall from earlier flowed freely down your cheeks now.

Wandas thrusts begin to waver, and as she moans against your skin, her hand squeezes your throat again, the muscles in her arm tensing as she comes.

She removes her hand from your throat and clit and instead wraps her arms around you securely. You bury your face against her neck, feeling vulnerable and exposed as you sit naked in her lap. Wanda had taken any weight you carried off your shoulders, you had never felt more relaxed or well-fucked in your life.

You feel her lips kiss your cheek, and you respond by peppering her neck and jaw with kisses back.

"You okay, darling?" Wanda asks, her voice soft. You could see a bright smile on her face as you look up at her and nod. "Use your words."

"Yes... never felt better." You sigh contently and smile back at her, leaning over to kiss her on the lips.

Wanda helps you off of her strap, your legs weak underneath you as you reach for your shirt as she tucks the strap back into her pants. She reaches out to grab your panties and jeans.

"I don't want you to clean yourself off until you get home. Understand?" She asks with a smirk as she pulls your pants over your wet and sticky thighs. "I want you to think about me for the rest of the night," Wanda whispers and buttons your jeans, pulling up the zipper. You stand uncomfortably but nod, the thought and feeling only making your stomach burn all over again.

You look at Wanda and take in the sight of the smirk on her red, swollen lips, her red hair cascading down to lay on her breasts that peak through her open blouse. Her hands move to button up the shirt, but the sight of her empty ring finger reminds you of a certain fact.

"Will I see you again?" You ask, not being able to hide the disappointment on your face. The smile that takes over her face is enough to relax the features on your own.

"We've got all summer," she chuckles, her hands cupping your cheeks as she kisses your forehead.

Someone older was definitely what you needed.

And having Wanda for the summer? You would do everything prove to her that age was just a number, and figure out just how 'complicated' her marriage was. Because when she walked out of the classroom with you next to her, she left the ring in the drawer of the desk she had just fucked you on.

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 8 months

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Detention

Professor Wanda X Reader- 18+

Warnings/tags: 18+, Au, Student/Professor, Oral Sex, Fingering Risky sex, Resolved Sexual Tension, Age difference, Exhibitionism, Praise kink, Dom/sub undertones, Desk sex

Word Count- 1.8k

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"Nat," you complain as she teases you once again. "It was one time!"

"Still did it though," she taunts back making you groan into your hands as you walk into the Uni lecture. "Are you not even going to give me any details?" Her face is hopeful while she sits down, opening her laptop so she can take notes as you place your head on the table.

"No." You reply earning a chuckle from the woman beside you.

"Oh, come on, it's not every day your best friend hooks up with some milf over the weekend, especially you. "

"What's that supposed to mean?" you grumble, finally lifting your head to find your own laptop from your bag, bringing it out ready for class.

"Nothing," she teases earning a glare from you, "Now focus, the teacher has just walked in." Your head turns to find the new professor and your eyes widen when you see who it was. Her green eyes catch yours for a second, widening just like yours as you both realise what this means.

You slept with your new professor. She slept with a student.

Natasha doesn't notice how you tense in your seat, too busy focusing on meeting the new teacher.

"Hello everybody," her voice is professional as she addresses everyone in the room, her eyes occasionally catching yours, "I am Wanda Maximoff and I'll be your new professor for the year." Everyone seems intrigued by her and listen immediately as she starts the lecture. You however get lost in thought, remembering the weekend.

"So what's your name?" you say, twirling your finger around the rim of your glass as you speak to the mysterious woman. To say the two of you had a connection would be an understatement, from the get-go you both hit it off and were now currently in a booth at the back of the club talking.

"Wanda Maximoff," she says, her voice sultry as her eyes hungrily take you in. "What's yours?" she moves closer to you, her body practically pressing into your side as her mouth ghosts the shell of your ear, "I want to know what name I'm going to scream."

Throughout the rest of the lecture all you could think about was the weekend you had shared with the older woman. The way your mouths moved together, the sounds that spilled out of her mouth as she moaned your name over and over again, the sight of her straddling your lap with a smirk while she looked down at you. You were lost in a trance of remembering the night that seemed to go on forever.

"Hey, are you ready to go?" Nat called over to you as she saved her notes and turned to look at you. "Y/n?"

"Huh?" you blinked in confusion as you saw everyone else start to leave the room. Shit. You looked at your empty screen and gave your best friend a sheepish look, who looked at you with a smug smile.

"I wonder what you were thinking about," she teased, unaware of the fact the woman you were thinking about was stood at the front of the room.

"Can I please have your notes?" ignoring her other comment you looked at her with pleading eyes to which she rolled her eyes at but still agreed. The two of you set to walk out when a voice caught both of your attention.

"Miss L/n?" Spoke Wan- Professor Maximoff "Can you stay behind for a moment? I need to have a word with you," her voice stern and disapproving as if you were a younger student in trouble. Natasha looked at you with curiosity and you just shrugged your shoulders in response, telling her you would catch up with her later.

"You know this isn't high school Wanda," you tease trying to lighten the tension as you are left alone in the room together, "You can't keep me for detention."

"Perhaps," her voice dropping an octave as she locks her classroom door and then saunters over to you, hips swaying making you cast your eyes there "But I want to know why you just stared blankly at me during the lecture, what was distracting you from my class?"

"I wasn't distracted," you dismissed, walking backwards as she continued towards you, your back hitting her desk leaving you trapped.

A chuckle escapes her, and she moves to brush a stray hair out of your face, "Darling, I have children of my own and teach for a living. I know when people are distracted or not listening." Her face moves closer, teasingly, as she whispers against your lips, "So what were you thinking about?"

"My weekend," you rasp out, hands reaching out to rest on her hips. "I met an incredible woman," you move to murmur in her ear, "Who I can't stop thinking about."

"What was so special about her?" she whispers back, her breath tickling the side of your face as you place a kiss against her neck.

"The way she looks," you punctuate your sentence with kisses along different areas of skin, "Sounds, tastes. " You pull back to admire her flustered state, eyes dilated as they gaze at your lips.

"What would you do if you met her again?" she mutters back, her hands toying with the baby hairs on the back of your neck.

"Whatever she wanted me to do," you husk out and that's all Wanda needs before crashing her lips against yours. She moans into your mouth as her hands clutch desperately at your shirt, her body pressing you hard against the wooden desk. Your tongue glides across her bottom lip earning a groan in response and entrance to her mouth.

Hands trail south as you grip her thighs and lift her up, turning your body with her in your arms so you could place her on the desk. There wasn't anytime for you to strip her down, worship her body inch by inch like you did on the weekend, so you ran your hands up and down the exposed skin of her thighs under her skirt and moved upwards towards her core.

Wanda pulled away from the kiss for air while you return to your spot at her neck. Her hands ran down your back, slipping under the fabric of your shirt to feel the warm skin and so she could scratch her nails down. She stifled a moan with one hand at the feeling of you pushing her soaked panties to the side and running your fingers through her folds.

"So wet for me," you muttered at her neck before placing a hot open-mouthed kiss at the juncture of her neck. "Do you want me to ruin you again?"

"Please-"

A knock at the door cuts her begging short and the two of you freeze on her desk. Wide green eyes frantically look around the room, thinking of somewhere for you to hide as no students should still be in class. With nowhere else in mind, she pushes you back so she can hop off the desk and whispers, "Get under my desk now." You follow her demand and hide your body under the wood, attempting to steady your breathing. You hear the sound of her footsteps quickly travel towards the door before the small creak of the door opening and a male voice.

"Hey Wanda," says who you think is Professor Stark. "How's your first day going?"

"Fine, all of the students are amazing here and I can't wait for the rest of the year," her voice is back to professional like in the lecture, and you grin at how easily she can switch tone.

"That's good to hear," your eyes widen when you hear the footsteps walk into the room, panic coursing through you. "Do you mind if we just have a little chat? It will only take a few minutes." You can't see the hesitation on Wanda's face, unsure whether it's a good idea to say no to her boss on the first day or to let him talk while you sit under her desk. Professor Stark however answers the question and takes a seat on a student desk in front of hers.

Wanda takes a seat at her desk, shooting a scared and apologetic to you before turning her attention to the man. You watch from below as she pretends to act interested in the conversation and decide to test how good at remaining professional she is. Your hands creep up her legs, starting off with featherlight touches from her calves and dragging your fingers up towards her exposed centre. Her breath hitches causing the man opposite her to question her unusual behaviour.

"Are you alright?" his voice confused and concerned.

"Yes," her voice wavering as your mouth alternates between kissing and nipping at her inner thighs. "I-," she clears her throat to disguise a small groan as you licked up her core. "I thought I saw a spider."

"Oh, it's not near me, is it? I hate them but a student of mine, Peter, loves them." She shakes her head at him and moves one of her hands to grip the back of your shirt, contemplating between pushing you away or keeping you there. You continue to eat her out, your tongue swiping through her folds before taking her clit into her mouth and sucking gently. You smile against her at hearing her affected state, how her breathing tries to remain under control as you push her closer and closer to coming. You slowly thrust a finger into her, feeling how her walls clench around you, and start a slow and teasing pace of pumping it in and out of her.

"Well, I will leave you to your work," finally says Professor Stark and you slow down your movements as you feel how close she is.

"Thank you," she manages out while she watches him shut her door. She lets out a sigh as you add another finger into her and increase the pace. "I'm so close," she whispers, and you feel how her hips try and move against your face, her thighs squeezing closer together around your head.

"Be a good girl and come for me," you mutter, and the praise is all it takes for her to finally come. A low moan is ripped from her throat, one of her hand clamping over her mouth to muffle it as her body spasms and trembles from aftershocks. You let her ride out her high before placing a few more kisses on her thighs and moving back to look at her. She looks down at you with flushed cheeks causing you to smirk and get out from under the desk so you can kiss her. You tower over her as she sits in her chair, head tilted upwards to meet your lips as she taste herself on your tongue.

"That was so fucking hot," you hear her mumble between kisses and smile into the kiss before pulling away. "Do you want to stay behind tomorrow for another detention" she teases, and you reply by returning to your knees in front of her, eyes innocently looking at her as you hitch up her skirt once again.

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wndaswife · 2 years

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for drabble request: teachers pet wanda and r on a date.. id love to see how that would go. i miss possessive teachers pet wanda

wanda maximoff x fem!reader

teacher's pet fic

tags: smut drabble, fluff, first dates, fingering, cunnilingus, possessive behaviour, semi-public sex, strap ons, dom!wanda maximoff, sub!reader. MINORS DNI.

smut prompts

Despite her flirtatious behaviour around you and her domineering personality, Wanda wanted to be cautious in asking you out for a date. She didn’t ask you right after she had fucked you over her desk in her classroom, but instead, after collective hours being on the phone with you and several school days filled with fingering you in empty classrooms and pushing you down onto your knees to press your face against her pussy.

When she finally asked you while the two of you packed your things after school, you practically jumped out of your seat before hugging her tightly. Needless to say, you were just as eager to agree to a first date with her as Wanda was asking you for one.

Wanda picked you up from your place, not wasting a moment before taking your face in her hands and kissing you with a grin. The both of you were so thrilled to take this step into your relationship, to spend time together out of school, time dedicated just for the two of you to be together.

It was nearing the end of autumn and it was extremely cold on the night you went out together. Throughout the entirety of the date, Wanda kept adjusting your hat to pull it over your ears, securing your scarf around your neck and even giving you her gloves when she noticed you rubbing your hands together in an attempt to warm them up. She was extremely attentive to you the entire date, something that made you feel all warm because, typically, Wanda always had to divide her attention between you and work despite how much she wanted to focus on you only.

She took you to a fair that was happening a half-an-hour drive away with countless amounts of food stands, booths, and carnival games. You convinced her to go on a seated gondola ride although Wanda was heavily against it to begin with. Even in facing one of her greatest fears for you, she was the one with her arm secured tightly around your shoulder throughout the ride, her other hand gripping yours. She needed a coffee from one of the food stands before confessing that she actually almost enjoyed the ride.

You rested your head Wanda's shoulder, against her scarf and the hood of her jacket, as she held you close while you walked through the fair together. You talked about everything from why Wanda started a career in education to what you missed about your hometown. You sat down on a bench together once she bought the both of you warm pretzels and candied fruit, hot drinks placed securely between your knees.

Your head was laid on her shoulder still, looking up at her while she spoke. Wanda looked down at you while you talked, a perpetual smile on her face as she watched you eat happily. She kissed your forehead and your lips several times during your conversations on the bench. Her arm was wrapped around your shoulders, her fingers playing with your hair absently.

The first date with Wanda didn't only allow the two of you to become closer and realise that both of you wanted to spend eternities with the other, but it also made room for Wanda to become increasingly possessive over you. You first noticed it when you were ordering coffee and hot chocolate with her, and the stand owner called you pretty.

Wanda slid her card back into her wallet the moment it happened, took out a handful of change and laid it down on the food stand’s counter, not bothering to count it or clean up the mess of coins before taking your drinks from the counter and leaving with you. The change she gave would certainly be enough for the two drinks, but it was the inconvenience that Wanda intended for. Once you took your drink from her with a thankful response, Wanda placed her hand on your cheek and lifted your chin so she could kiss your soft lips not even a metre from the resentful stand owner.

You watched from your head’s position on her shoulder as you walked with her. You noticed how Wanda’s eyes darted between everyone you passed and you firstly believed that she was anxious, but the longer you watched the scowl on her face that grew sometimes when someone’s eyes found you proved it all too obvious that Wanda was not so much anxious as she was feeling extremely possessive over you.

When you left the fair, Wanda took you into the backseat of her car and fucked you with the thick strap she wore for her date with you. She was in the next few cities over, and although you pulled her down close to you to avoid being seen, Wanda didn’t care who saw. She hoped everyone who gave you even the smallest passing glances that night saw the way you writhed beneath her as she fucked your pussy, rubbing your clit with her fingers as she took your erect nipple into her mouth. Your fingers were entangled in her hair, pulling her against you. Your heavy pants and sweaty partially-bare bodies warmed up the car, soothing your chilled skin and keeping the cold out.

“I love you,” you told your girlfriend for the first time when you had enough strength to speak after coming down from your third orgasm.

Wanda raised her head after laying on top of you for the last few minutes, breathing in your scent while you hugged her as tight as your spent body could. She looked at you lovingly, eyes soft and full of admiration. “I love you too, malyshka,” she replied and kissed your lips. “My dearest girl.”

She laid down beside you while you got onto your elbows and gave her room to move. Wanda spread her arms and gave you space to cuddle into her. “Come here,” she told you. You listened, laying back down before Wanda pulled you into her. You rested your head against the soft swells of her chest as she hugged you tightly. The cold seeping into the car eventually forced the two of you to get dressed and drive back home.

You spend the night at Wanda’s place and after waking up beside each other and getting ready the same way, you headed to school with Wanda the next morning, wearing her clothes.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda x reader #marvel smut #wanda maximoff fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #teacher’s pet

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One of the girls (AU)

Professor!Natasha Romanoff x afab!student!reader

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆☆ ★ ✮ ★ Y/N was always somewhat narcissistic, viewing people as a means to her ends, considering herself superior, and avoiding real relationships until she encountered her literature professor, Natasha. She felt an inexplicable attraction and desire towards the teacher. Natasha Romanoff, on the other hand, also saw people as objects for her pleasure, always wanting to be in control. She rarely paid attention to students as they seemed immature. However, y/n was the one she wanted to corrupt. Both harbored twisted desires for each other. Two can surely tango. PARTS : 1: She knows how to get the best out of me 2. I'm no force for the world to see 3. They can't tell that I love you (WIP)

#natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha romanov #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #wlw s #wlw smut #teacher x student #marvel cinematic universe #x reader #sapphic #Spotify

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froottalks · 8 months

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Threads of Fate - Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

[summary: where wanda is new in town and is reader's new history teacher and reader starts to develop feelings for her, later reader comes to know that wanda is actually reader's mum's best friend and their new neighbor too. reader sucks at history and wanda offers to tutor reader. reader often goes to wanda's house for tutoring sesions which later evolves to something more.]

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{Part 1} {Part 2}

In the quaint town of Westview, the arrival of Wanda Maximoff had stirred up whispers of curiosity. The enigmatic newcomer was more than just a history teacher at the local high school; she was a puzzle waiting to be solved. And amidst the intrigue stood Y/n L/n—a bright, independent student with a knack for getting herself into situations that defied logic.

It was a crisp autumn morning when (Y/n) found herself seated in the back row of Ms. Maximoff's history class, her gaze drifting between the blackboard and her phone. The lesson, it seemed, was about the Battle of Gettysburg—a topic that had never quite held her interest. Her thoughts wandered, weaving through the mundane and the fantastical.

"(Y/n), care to share your thoughts on the Gettysburg Address?" Ms. Maximoff's voice, with its gentle yet commanding timbre, pulled her from her daydreams.

(Y/n) blinked, her cheeks flushing as she realized all eyes were on her. "Uh, sure. So, the Gettysburg Address was delivered by Abraham Lincoln, right? He, um, talked about equality and stuff."

Ms. Maximoff raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching into an amused smile. "Close enough. Lincoln's speech indeed focused on equality and the preservation of the nation."

The rest of the class passed in a haze of disinterest and unfocused attention. As the bell rang, (Y/n) gathered her belongings and made her way out, her thoughts drifting away from history and toward the mysteries that surrounded Ms. Maximoff.

Weeks turned into months, and as the town's landscapes transformed with the changing seasons, (Y/n)'s curiosity about her enigmatic history teacher remained unquenched. She spent her free moments attempting to decipher the puzzle that was Wanda Maximoff—searching for traces of her past, her motivations, and the secrets she carried.

One evening, after the final bell had rung, (Y/n) lingered in the classroom, pretending to organize her notes. As the other students filed out, Ms. Maximoff approached, her presence as enigmatic as ever.

"(Y/n), is there something you'd like to discuss?" Her tone was warm, inviting curiosity.

(Y/n) looked up, her gaze meeting Ms. Maximoff's. "Actually, I was wondering if you'd be open to some extra help. History's not really my strong suit."

Ms. Maximoff's smile was gentle, her eyes holding a mixture of encouragement and intrigue. "I'm always here to help, (Y/n). Feel free to come by my office after school if you need assistance."

The offer lingered in the air between them—a bridge connecting curiosity and companionship. Over the weeks that followed, (Y/n) took advantage of the opportunity, seeking Ms. Maximoff's guidance in history. The one-on-one sessions evolved into more than just academic discussions; they were conversations that spanned time and space, delving into the intricacies of history and life itself.

As winter descended upon Westview, their interactions grew more frequent. (Y/n) found herself drawn not just to the subject matter but to the woman herself. There was a spark of something—a connection that defied explanation.

One chilly evening, as snowflakes danced in the air, (Y/n) knocked on Ms. Maximoff's front door. The door swung open, revealing a cozy interior bathed in warm light.

"Come in, (Y/n)," Ms. Maximoff said, her smile welcoming as she ushered (Y/n) inside.

The sessions became a regular routine, a blend of laughter, discussions, and moments of quiet contemplation. (Y/n)'s heart raced whenever Ms. Maximoff looked her way, her smile sending shivers down her spine. There was a familiarity in those eyes—a familiarity that begged to be explored.

One day, as they sat in Ms. Maximoff's living room, a photograph caught (Y/n)'s attention. It was a picture of Ms. Maximoff, arm in arm with a woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to (Y/n)'s own mother.

"Is that...?" (Y/n)'s voice trailed off as she pointed at the photograph.

Ms. Maximoff's gaze softened, her fingers tracing the edges of the frame. "Yes. That's my best friend, your mother."

(Y/n)'s heart pounded in her chest as she processed the revelation. The threads of fate that had brought Ms. Maximoff into her life were woven with a familiarity she had never expected.

"Your mother and I were close," Ms. Maximoff continued, her voice tinged with a mix of fondness and nostalgia. "We lost touch over the years, but it seems fate has a way of bringing people back together."

(Y/n)'s mind was a whirlwind of emotions—surprise, confusion, and a growing realization. As Ms. Maximoff's gaze met hers, the air crackled with a tension that neither could deny.

Their conversations grew more intimate, their words laced with unspoken truths. And then, one evening, as the snow fell gently outside, (Y/n)'s gaze met Ms. Maximoff's, her heart pounding in her chest.

"(Y/n)," Ms. Maximoff began, her voice soft yet steady. "There's something I've wanted to tell you."

(Y/n)'s breath caught in her throat, anticipation mingling with uncertainty. "What is it?"

Ms. Maximoff's eyes held a mixture of vulnerability and hope. "I've felt a connection with you from the moment we met. And as time went on, that connection only grew stronger."

(Y/n)'s heart raced, the pieces falling into place. The familiarity, the unspoken tension—it was all leading to this moment.

"(Y/n)," Ms. Maximoff said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I have feelings for you, feelings that go beyond teacher and student."

The air was charged with an electric energy, a moment suspended in time. (Y/n)'s gaze met Ms. Maximoff's, her heart pounding in her chest.

And then, before either of them could say more, a knock at the door shattered the moment. Their eyes met, the connection between them unbroken yet undeniably altered.

As (Y/n) left that evening, the snow-covered streets felt like a metaphor for the tangled threads of fate that now bound them together.

{Part 2}

#marvel #mcu #the avengers #wanda maximoff #x reader #wanda x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x female y/n #threads of fate #cute #romantic #teacher wanda #confessions #oneshot #one shot

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sleepyminty · 3 months

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Stephen ‘i have a phD but for some reason is a surpreme socerer’ strange

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Loki ‘mastery of magic and illusion but still spend centuries to learn advanced MIT ’ laufeyson

#what next math teacher wanda?#marvel mcu #marvel #mcu #loki series #loki season 2 #loki laufeyson #loki spoilers #mcu loki #mcu stephen strange #dr. strange #your not powerful unless you master at both science and magic #it more funny that stephen are doom to lose his job and become a sorcerer and loki learning engineering for nothing #marvel series

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verosvault · 3 months

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🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 3!!!🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 3 "Not All Who Wanda Are Lost"

Timestamp: 1:10:03

Video Length: 1min. & 32sec.

Gorgug talks to Porter (Pt.1 | ‣Pt.2)

Porter decides not to approve Gorgug :(((

;(((( This part jeez ;///

Porter! 😭😭 Please! 😭😭 Just let Gorgug be whoever he wants to be! 😭😭

Songs are helpful :(((

Gorgug: "I think songs can accomplish a lot, if you let yourself hear the music."

I love how Gorgug tries to sing a little :33

Aaaa!!! No I hate it so bad! Porter was being so mean! 😭✋ I think Fig was right when she said that Porter needs eyes on him fr! 🥴🥴🥴

#dimension 20 #dimension20 #blog #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #not all who wanda are lost #fantasy high not all who wanda are lost #fantasy high junior year episode 3 #fantasy high scene #fantasy high junior year scene #dimension20 scene #gorgug #gorgug thistlespring #zac oyama #brennan lee mulligan #Porter #porter the barbarian #porter the barbarian teacher #porter cliffbreaker

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anyaeras · 2 years

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Make It Up To Me || W.Maximoff x reader

Teacher x student

Smut 18+ Recommend

Ship- Professor Wanda x student reader (mention of WandNat)

2k words

[WARNINGS] AGE GAP (reader of age) smut,, dom!wanda,, cunnlings,, semi public ,, oral,, strap on,, Praise kink,, mistress,, slight orgasm control,, overstimulation (They/they pronoun, but reader has a pussy)

Part two

"Fucking a" y/n said to themself before jumping out of her bed. Their alarm didn't go off cause someone stole their phone charger causing the Cellular devices battery to die.

Looking over at the alarm clock her lecture which was located on the other side of campus starts in about 10 minutes.

Jumping out of the dorm mat that y/n used as a bed rushing to get dressed in to something semi presentable see today is important, y/n has a presentation which needs semi-formal attire. Brushing out their hair, brushing their teeth and putting some clothing on it was like time was flying. Even with all the special antics to hopefully make it on time looking over at the alarm clock in this dorm room the time showed class has started.

Y/n grabbed their bag rushing quickly out the door running across the huge campus knowing their Professor was gonna be pissed again this is the third time this week they've been late to her early lectures

Rushing into the lecture hall it was like all eyes on y/n

"Y/l/n late again, take a seat" Miss Maximoff told you not even sparing you a glance, she just let you wonder off to your seat which was way to close to her desk for your liking.

Y/n got trapped into their mind letting it take over almost like self auto pilot.

Two Quick taps and the calling of their name pulled y/n from lost thoughts

"Y/n, it's your turn to present" The older professor stated moving away while y/n was left to scramble, grabbing a folder and brushing out their formal attire before making their way in front of the rest of the class.

"Hello my names y/n y/l/n-" they started but y/n couldn't find themself looking at the class but more drawn to their professor whom was leaning onto y/n desk. The whole presentation it felt like the pressure was on them to not make any mistakes which caused more mistakes than need be, y/n was definitely stumbling over words like crazy, while scrambling to get their thoughts together just wanting to get a decent grade.

"A-and that's all." Y/n let out a sharp breath they didn't know they were even holding in before rushing back to their desk, luckily their professor has already moved away from.

"Class is dismissed, y/n stay behind" The relief y/n felt initially when Miss Maximoff said class was over was quickly taken from you when the 'stay behind' was heard.

Y/n pretty much I had to pull themselves from their seat to walk over to the professors desk

"Let's talk in my offices Детка (detka)" the older women said leading y/n into a connected room to the lecture hall. Y/n ignored the last word of their professors sentence as it definitely wasn't English, y/n just assumed it was the Sokovian.

The office was a very spacious room and decently sized, I large chair sat behind a desk which was extremely organized, with just a writing utensil and a laptop on top of it.

"Y/n Моя детка (my baby)" Miss maximoff caught y/n attention with this, The older professor was signaling with her finger for y/n to come closer to the chair that Miss.Maximoff now sat in.

"Sweet one, you've been late so often, why sit that" The professor asked softly as she placed her hands onto y/n side sliding them up and down, coaxing y/n for an answer.

"I-I'm sorry ma'am just some troubles at my place" y/n replied she couldn't even look the older women in the eyes, they felt bad now for being late, this older women had some effects on the younger University student.

"I understand sweet thing, but I need you to make it up to me" Maximoff said with a head tilt pulling y/n into her lap.

"You look so good in my lap" wanda said into y/n's ear softly her hands still running up their sides.

Before y/n could move, the older women had already spun the younger one around in her lap pulling them in so their lips would crash.

Maximoff definitely was dominating the kiss as y/n let themselves melt into it. The kiss was broken as Wanda's lips traveled down y/n's neck.

"Miss- isn't this wrong?" Y/n asked innocently honestly confused.

"Tsk tsk silly, did I tell you to question mistress?" Wanda shot back in a mocking tone, knowing referencing to herself with that name got you going.

Wanda continue letting her hands Rome around their body with y/n still on her lap she pushed up their top letting her hands run up their bare chest before grouping at their tits. Honestly at this point the top is just annoying wanda she was quick to pull it from y/n's body before also removing their bra.

By now y/n was sick of being teased by their professor and was grinding down onto Wanda's lap.

Quickly Wanda slapped y/n thighs causing the younger one to Yelp out in slight pain but even more surprise.

"Stay still baby, be a good girl for me" Wanda husked letting before picking up y/n setting them down on the open area of her desk.

Wanda started to pull down y/n bottoms as y/n lifted their hips making it easier for the older women to remove the garments.

"Look at you, so good for me Детка"

Walking away for a moment to a drawer y/n couldn't quite see, but could definitely hear Wanda rummaging through it.

What shocked y/n most was when the older women came back now stripped of her clothing with a strap now placed around her center.

Y/n had to hold themselves back from reaching out and grabbing onto Wanda's tits

"Miss Maximoff please!" Y/n begged wanting so sort of friction.

"That's not my name silly one, try again." Wanda demanded.

"M-Mistress please, please touch me!" Y/n was begging wanda at this point for just anything.

Without any question wanda sat down onto the chair rolling closer to y/n as Wanda got herself eye level with y/n's center.

Driving in quickly focusing on y/n’s clit first and then moving to flatten her tongue against y/n's folds before really going down on y/n, the sounds coming from y/n where like music to her ears, wanda was moaning at the taste of her student. Sticking her tongue inside the younger girl. Wanda was getting herself off just on the moans she was hearing.

Wanda didn't stop she soon pushed a finger inside y/n's pussy letting her tongue focused on their clit, adding another finger, Wanda let out a chuckle as she watched y/n threw her head back, Wanda could tell y/n was close and she was loving it.

"You better ask to cum детка" Wanda said pretty much still against y/n's pussy, Wanda felt y/n's thighs shake around her just waiting for them to brake underneath her touch.

"Mistress please PLEASE, let me cum for you, I'll be your good girl" y/n begged waiting for Wanda's okay to allow y/n to let go.

"Let go"

Those two words sent y/n into a spiral, breathing heavily, coming down slowly from their high y/n didn't get much time before Wanda was standing above y/n lining up.

"You take me so well baby, you are so good for me, do you think you can do it again?" Wanda praised ready to pull another orgasm.

Lining up wanda pretty much shoved herself into the younger one whom still sat on her desk.

"Look at you, taking me so well" Wanda praised once's again, enjoying taking care of you, she was ready to make you her own.

Wanda was thrusting quickly into the younger one on her desk, the smirk that was plastered on Wanda's face while y/n's eyes rolled to the back of their head

"cum again sweetie" Wanda coaxed, continuing her hard thrust into y/n's pussy the sound of moans and skin slapping taking over the room.

"I-I'm cumming!" Was all y/n could get out before letting go, Wanda didn't let them calm down though she just kept going thrusting into y/n at the same harsh pace...

"TO MUCH" y/n cried out feeling overstimulated due to the amounts of pleasers going threw them.

"You can take it sweet one, I know what's best for you" Wanda explained bringing y/n to their third orgasm, Wanda pretty much forced it out do their body, as y/n lags shaking soon giving out from under them, with a high pitched squeal, y/n hit their final climax for the day going limp onto their professor.

Wanda didn't pull the fake cock out of y/n yet pulling y/n to lay on top of her, any movement caused y/n go whine at any movement due to sensitivity.

"Shh-shh it's okay, rest up, I think my wife would enjoy our new play thing" Wanda comforted running her hand threw y/n's hair as the younger one laid against her, still with the fake dick inside them.

"My sweet one, only mine" was the last thing y/n heard from the older women before fulling into a form of slumber.

A/N- you kinky sugars, anyway enjoy this silly little smut shot now to start working on some of the request I've gotten. Anyway part two

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lesbesapphic · 1 year

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A little blurb of mean! Wanda teaching Reader

Back story - Reader's family is gone. Wanda's mother decided to keep her in her home. Her daughter Wanda hates reader's guts. Maybe because she has to share her room. Her personal space with the reader. Or simply because she hates everyone. It is much later into this universe.

Hello everyone!

Hope you all enjoy it. Tomorrow I will be posting Gold Rush AU. Please see the notes in the end.

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If you wish to help me. I would really appreciate it. You can see this post to know why. Also please reblog this post. I really need it. Thank you.

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You groaned and pushed all the books away before hiding your face into your knees, you were so gone for the test tomorrow. You really couldn't afford failing but you were really busy all week with your new job.

"Wanda." You called and chewed on your bottom lip while waiting for her to insult you for using her name. She was sitting on the bed with her laptop on her lap as she typed into it. She didn't acknowledge your presence all day. Despite being in the same room all day. Maybe it was because your position on the mattress on the floor, you weren't allowed on the bed. You mentally scoffed at yourself for the lame ass excuse you made for it. And her.

"Hmm?" She responded and youguessed she was doing something important because she didn't bother using her petty remarks with you which she usually does.

"Did you prepare everything for the test?" You sked while chewing on the inside of your cheek.

"It's easy, I don't think I need do." She replied still focused on her screen, you suppose she was right, you wonder how she was able to do it, keeping her grades high when you hardly see her studying, maybe she studies at her friends'. You shook that thought away while wondering how to ask for help, most importantly would she even help you?

"Wanda." You called her name again after few minutes of contemplating your choices and building some courage, she responded with a groan before turning to face you, "What now?" She asked and you shook your head instantly, she narrowed her eyes at you, "Just get on with it, Y/L/N"

"Couldyoupleasehelpmeinstudy?" You rushed out and she rolled her eyes at you, usually Wanda enjoyed watching you jump around her, afraid to even breathe the wrong way. It was the only fun thing in this boring household. "Slower, please."

"Could you please help me prepare for the test tomorrow?" You asked slowly momentarily closing your eyes to not see her reaction.

"I would babysit Hope for you." You added when she didn't reply instantly. Your heartbeat raced, you couldn't afford to fail.

"That you already do." Wanda replied in musement.

"I will cover up for you when you leave this weekend?" You tried your luck again and she let out a humorless chuckle.

"What made you think I would need your help for that?" She asked while closing her laptop and turning slightly to look down at you on floor where you were sitting. Now having her full attention was more scarier. Especially the way her eyebrow raised when you bit your bottom lip, instantly letting go with an apologetic face knowing how she had told you to not do that before.

"Please?" You pushed a little. "I will owe you one." That seemed to get her attention and she let out a dramatic sigh before getting off the bed. "Fine but you better not back out on this."

"I promise!" You held up a pinky finger, so used to doing it with Hope that you didn't realise the older sibling just might break it instead. She swatted your hand away before sitting down next to you on the floor. You winced and rolled your eyes at her. Sometimes you think she just needed an excuse to smack you around.

"How dumb are you?" She asked while flipping through your notebook, you glared at her and she looked up before raising an eyebrow like she genuinely expected you to answer such questions.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Nothing." She shook her exasperatedly before picking up a pen and starting to explain you the concept of IUPAC of organic chemistry. You had to admit she was a pretty good teacher and you tried your best to not focus on the way her lips were moving or how she was using that pen to direct you here and there. It was frustratingly hot, why did you even ask her? You really needed to figure out why you were feeling this way.

"You are again not counting from where the halogen is attached!"

Before you could correct yourself you felt the plastic ruler connecting with your hand, "Ouch!" You rubbed the spot to soothe the sting while shooting daggers at raven beauty in front of you. It didn't hurt much but you were still surprised.

Wanda rolled her eyes at you, "It doesn't even hurt." She pointed out before taking the notebook from you and scribbling down something on it. "I am going to put all the rules here for you to understand it better."

She flipped her hair to the side and you subtly inhaled the smell of her lavender hairwash, it was really nice, you thought to yourself you should get one as well. You watched her as she continued to write, the way her face was so serene, from this close you could even see the light freckles on her skin, it was really attractive, it suited her.

"If you are done staring, you could at least try finish those easier questions." She said without even looking up and you instantly picked up the other notebook feeling blush creeping up to your face and it getting hot. "I was thinking.." you muttered a fake excuse.

"oh really?" She asked and threw a eraser at your head, "Ouch, what was this for?" You asked grabbing the erased and putting it back, she was definitely enjoying this as much as you was.

Wait you are not enjoying this torture, you told yourself. You just really needed some sleep. You told yourself that

"For zoning out with your 'thinking'." She air-quoted and your rolled my eyes and decided to not reply to her before focusing on the questions at hand. Why do we have to name these chains? Why do carbon even have to form so many bonds? Carbon, a hoe.

"Done." You pushed the notebook toward her and she picked up the scale first making you push yourself away from her scared for your safety, only to be stopped by her grabbing your collar and pulling you closer, your breath hitched in your throat, why is she always manhandling you like this? You asked yourself. More importantly why do you always let her do it.

"Ow..would you stop?" You asked as she hit you with the scale on your head lightly, she rolled her eyes, "These are all correct, stop being dramatic." She added the next line when she saw you rubbing your head.

"Then why did you hit me?" You asked and she smirked at you before letting go off the collar and you instantly missed being close to her. "Because I can." She answered smugly and you opened your mouth, ready to give her an earful but was stopping by her putting a finger on your lips while using her other hand to write something quickly on the notebook.

"You better not argue with me right now, Y/L/N." She warned, waving the scale in front of you and you shut up. Knowing how you needed her help and it was better to shut up and get back to her later for all this. You already started thinking of ways you could do that, hopefully she won't kill you for it.

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erikeisenhardt · 2 years

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Wanda Maximoff in Strange Academy Finals #1

#marvel #comics #marvel edit #comic edit #comicedit #marveledit #wanda maximoff #avengers #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff edit #scarlet witch edit #avengers edit #strange academy #616 wanda #teacher Wanda my beloved #strange academy finals #comic!wanda

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purple--queen · 6 months

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Winterhawk idea. College AU.

Steve joins a Theather groupe 'cause he has a crush on Natasha, but he dont want to do it alone so he takes Bucky with him. Bucky is not a fan of this idea & complains a lot...but then he see this cute blonde & tall as fuck Guy who is doinig the background paintings (& the Make up) & Bucky is totally in love...& so he gets a role in the play...

They start to flirt...(Sam has to listen to Steves and Bucky crushes...poor guy...he just wants to learn & drinking is coffee in peace) ( & at some point Clint also has to act in the play because the dude who played that part had an accident & Nat was like 'I know someone who knows all the lines') & they fall in love...But Clint is Clint & at some point he gets afraid of his own feelings so he kind of ghost Bucky...

Big opening night...everthing is fine...but then they get of line & after a few yelling arguments...Bucky is like 'Because i love you, you fucking idiot' & Clint is all 'Why???" and BUcky explains & then they kiss...Happy end ^^

#coulson is the teacher for this & having a heartattack 'cause “This is not the script...please follow the script”#Side characters: Wanda costum desige & hair...#Clint is taking over Pietros part...#Darcy is coulsons assistant...#i have to plan out the rest...or if someone want to write it...#please be my guest ^^#because i for sure dont have the time #i just needed to get that idea out of my mind...#winterhawk #does a college have a theater thing???#i am not sure...but here they do :)#purpleidea...#& Clint is not a student...he just works outside the campus & is best friends with Nat & he gets paid to draw the backgrounds...

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Teacher Agatha who's just a big nerd, a big nice nerd who'll take anyones shit, including Wandas because she's that type of nice. Wanda notices this and is like "you got to stand up for yourself, sweetie" even if she's the one that gives Aggie the most shit. Agatha just pouts at her and is like, "but mommy, I can handle it !" Which leads to Wanda overseeing her every interaction and making sure that she actually stands up for herself.

#i'm not sure why this is specifically teacher aggie #she's just nice #wagatha #mommy wandas horns

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CHAPTER 1: She knows how to get the best out of me

Warnings: s3lf harm themes, teacher x student relationship, heavy emotions.

One of the girls (AU) Men and minors dni!!!

It’s a day when y/n felt trapped in a pit of boredom. The heat was suffocating, and every minute felt like an eternity. She waited for the class to get over, her gaze drifting aimlessly around the room as she counted down the seconds until the end of class. 1800 seconds, 30 minutes

the monotony bored her out of her mind, thoughts of her teacher, Ms. Romanoff, kept coming up through Y/n’s gloomy mind. She couldn't help but imagine the most lustful thoughts about the teacher. Her hands, her deep raspy voice. The way Ms. Romanoff commanded the room with her confidence and grace. It was a brief respite from the dullness of the lesson, a small spark of excitement in an otherwise dreary day. But it still didn't change how y/n was feeling. The teacher was going on about some assignment but y/n couldn't care less and only wanted to feel her. But she would never let anyone in on her darkest fantasies

But then, like a bucket of cold water, Ms. Romanoff's sharp voice cut through the silence. y/n snapped back to reality, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized she hadn't been paying attention. She tried to focus on the lesson, but the words seemed to blur together, her mind drifting back to the thoughts of Ms. Romanoff. She sees the professor walk towards her not aware of what's going to happen. Oh fuck “Ms……?” “y/n,” you say “Miss y/n I expect you to be more attentive, or if you prefer to sleep over my lesson then kindly leave “I'm sorry ms Romanoff, I just felt a little-” “I do not want to hear your excuses” She cuts you off walks to her desk again and continues teaching What an asshole

As the minutes ticked by, Y/n grew more restless. She couldn't wait to escape the confines of the classroom and breathe in the fresh air outside. But when the bell finally rang, signaling the end of class, Y/n felt a pang of nervousness, but she never showed it

She gathered her things, trying to blend in with the crowd as she made her way to the door. But just as she reached it, she heard Ms. Romanoff's voice calling her name. *Y/n*'s heart sank as she turned to face her, her stomach churning with anxiety.

Ms. Romanoff's expression was stern as she scolded Y/n for not paying attention in class. *Y/n* felt her cheeks burn with shame as she mumbled an apology, her words barely audible over the noise of the other students leaving the room. Her harsh words were making you feel things. “I'm sorry I assure you it won't happen again” you blurt out just trying to get this done and move on. “I wanna know why this happened in the first place” “I told you I was feeling lightheaded,” you say and clutch the desk for dear life “You could-” Natasha gets interrupted “Miss Romanoff!” yells out the sociology teacher, Miss Maximoff. Miss Romanoff glances at you and says “We’ll continue this later” and scowls and goes to her colleague.

Feeling like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, Y/n hurried out of the classroom, your mind racing with thoughts of what had just happened. She felt a mix of embarrassment and frustration, wishing she could go back and do things differently.

Leaning against the wall in the hallway, *Y/n* took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She felt trapped like she couldn't escape the cycle of monotony that seemed to define her life. You shut your eyes

“Are you okay?” Miss Romanoff says You open your eyes, tremble out a response and quickly scatter away.

I put on my noise-canceling headphones and walk at a slower pace. I have never had an anxiety attack. I spout a cafe and buy myself iced tea and a sandwich. I feel just a little better, enough to get up and walk home I put on my sunglasses, the heat is unbearable. I still feel hollow, and hungry but at least I won't faint. I'm walking and*bump* *slosh* FUCK MY ICED TEAYou hardly pay attention to who it got spilled on, rather you dread the loss of your 4 dollars.

You take off your sun goggles and look up to apologize. God? Do you hate me“I see we meet again,” she says

She? Ms. Romanoff “Listen, miss it's a really bad time, bad day, bad luck whatever. I'm sorry, again for this,” you say with eyes that convey your regret and pain “It's okay, it's leather anyway, get me a tissue will you?”

“Sure yeah sure” You pull out a handkerchief with your initials embroidered on it in the corner. And hand it to her. You don't give much thought, to avoid further awkwardness you run away “Hey, your napk-” but you were already gone.

The professor picks up your emptied iced tea and throws it in the trash can. She looks at the price and scoffs “Relying on caffeine instead of meals? Of course, you faint and have a bad day, stupid” She wipes the sticky spilled iced tea off her leather coat and orders 2 shots of espresso and bruschetta. You reach home, enter your dorm house, and break down in tears. You don't know why, are you in such a state right now? y/n was never the kind to be easily dominated or to break down so easy You take off your clothes and get into a steaming hot shower. Hot enough to turn your skin red, painful enough to hurt a lot, but not hot enough to melt you completely into the drain. The water turns cold which sends a sharp sting to your slightly burnt skin. You get out, and take out day-old spaghetti. Day old? It has grown some new life on it. You throw it out. You door dash some pizza. At 8 pm your bell rings which scares the shit out of you. You weren't used to anyone visiting you, your food already arrived and parcels didn't arrive at night. It is a delivery guy with a huge. A huge drink of iced tea The guy hands you a letter You open it ‘Complete your assignment on Kafka's imagery and metaphors’ ‘N.R’ Who? …………………………………………… Oh ‘N.R’ Natasha Romanoff She sent me an iced tea. Oh for earlier. You can't help but smirk at the gesture. You send her a text You : “Thank you for the iced tea, sweet gesture but confusing. Regardless, thank you. Btw how did you get my address?” 8:43 Ms Romanoff 💗 “You forget that you live on the dorm grounds and I just had to make one call to the dorm manager to ask where you live” 9:01 “Oh.” There are better times for iced tea. But I'll drink it anyway. Maybe I will in the morning The fact that she took so much effort to find your address and sent the same iced tea just for me Oh god, she makes me feel the worst things. You scroll through your Twitter feed and fall asleep while watching the Grammys drama and being sad over the fact that Lana del Rey didn't win. again. 7:45 am. The alarm which had been slept through 9 times rings. You open your eyes. The sun is shining a little too bright Of course

You're late

You brush your teeth. Change into an unironed skirt and a blouse. You grab your laptop, a notebook, and some pens. Phone yes, phone is also necessary.

The iced tea

7:58 am You grab your bag and the iced tea and dash out. You'll make it in time for sure. You calculate in your head. The walk to your class should take 15 minutes. Class starts at 8:30 You stop at the cafe again. Before entering you see a head of bright red hair. Should I stay or should I go, is the question to ask and the song playing inside the cafe which you can faintly hear. The assignment fuck. Maybe I should skip her class. But that's rude. She sent me iced tea yesterday. Why am I? y/n letting a woman dominate my life over such a trivial matter

Fuck it I'm going in*ding* The cafe bell rings but Natasha doesn't bother to check who has entered. You toss the empty drink of iced tea in the trash and walk up to the counter hoping the woman doesn't notice you. Which she does. You turn to look at her.

It's not Natasha “Good morning Miss Maximoff!” thank god“Oh good morning sweetheart, come sit!” she is adorableYou order a croissant and a small drink of coffee Miss Maximoff was having the same thing “Hey so um, I was just heading-” “To college? Coincidence much?” she laughs and says “DO you come to this place often?” Wanda asks “No, not really. I properly took notice of this place yesterday. I find it convenient” “Well us professors come here often, I guarantee that whenever you come here you find a professor here or two” “Oh wow crazy huh” Her alarm rings. “y/n what class do you have “Huh” “Which class do you have for first period” she says as she starts to speed up her eating process ad starts packing her notebooks “Oh literature, miss-” “Romanoff, yes. Well hurry up I'm sure Natasha is not fond of late people “Yeah- uh- what time is it?” “8:20” “FUCK, um sorry miss Maximoff, I- am late thank you for chatting i-i need to go-” you head to the counter and pay. And dash out Wanda was left with a confused expression.

You enter your class and sit down in the backside corner seat in hopes of avoiding Natasha’s gaze on you.

Exactly a minute later she entered the room and the first thing she does is look at you and smirk a little. That action made your heart speed up. “Good morning class, I have an idea for your seating arrangement. I think the students who don't participate or have trouble participating should come up in front. So I can divide my attention equally”Oh god. I bet my life She'll call me first“Why don't we start with……” she looks around the room and her eyes land on you as she smirks.

“y/n! Come on up front. right in front” Your stomach churns and you flush very obviously

You sit uncomfortably, Natasha's gaze has been on you for a long time. She moves one or two students around more and then starts the lesson.

Your eyes never leave her figure. How her lips move, her stance. All this while she's well aware of your eyes on her which she loves.

Natasha's mind was no less innocent. Natasha was a very experienced woman who knew how to get her way with everyone. But she never laid eyes on a student because she never felt they were up to par. But the way y/n would look at her made her think of how to ruin her. She wanted to completely control the poor student.

But Natasha didn't know that her student wasn't so innocent after all. y/n wanted Natasha. Sure she has made out with people and gone second base. But she always had a narcissistic side to her which led her to believe no one could satisfy her. But for Natasha, she’d go to extreme lengths to just be touched by her. She felt an unexplainable attraction to her.

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