angel ｡⋆୨୧˚.

it’s so hard being the coolest 17 yo femme lesbian in the family obsessed with older women but someone has to do it

[sapphling]

people saying shit like "oh confidence is hot as long as it doesn't tip into like, smugness or arrogance" is bizarre what is hotter than a smug woman. what on earth is hotter than a smug fucking grin as viewed from the perspective of the kneeling. you would ask the sun to stay humble just to dodge a minor burn you fucking rube

[wndaswife]

every year that passes is a year of my wasted youth that isn’t being utilized by an older woman telling me im so young and innocent while she’s taking advantage of me

[sweet-b4bygirl]

There’s just something soooo hot about a domme referring to themselves as mommy

“Be a good girl for mommy”

“You’re making mommy feel so good”

“Cum for mommy hm?”

AAAAJJHEHEGAIABKEBALAN

[hard-core-super-star]

losing focus [W.Maximoff + N.Romanoff]

pairing: dom!wanda maximoff x sub!reader x dom!natasha romanoff

summary: as unexpected as it is, you become a permanent part of wanda and natasha's relationship.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT -> porn with very little plot but many feelings; mommy + daddy kink; implied dom/sub dynamics; mentions of petplay; fingering [R receiving]; cunnilingus [R receiving]; overstimulation; nipple play; so many petnames; wanda and nat being competitive; badly proofread

wordcount: 3.7k

a/n: hi again! so, i was originally supposed to post a bishova fic today buuuut i got too attached and wrote a part two of "push me on the counter, call me princess" because i could. i hope you enjoy <3

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It's difficult to define what your relationship with the witch and her grumpy assassin girlfriend has turned into. 

You know you're not really a part of their relationship, at least not officially, but you're not a mere observer either. Your main connection is with Wanda, which Natasha doesn't seem to mind, but the three of you are well aware of the way you simply started...joining them...all the time.

It started with small things. With Wanda inviting you to sit on her lap during movie nights. With Natasha begrudgingly letting the witch tie you down on their shared bed. With both of them holding you close at night, each of them murmuring some excuse about why they needed the physical contact.

You didn't mind. What kind of fool would mind being sandwiched between two of the most fearsome and beautiful Avengers?

But it very quickly stopped being enough for you.

You didn't want to be greedy, you knew your connection with Wanda wasn't right in the first place. You should have never allowed her to enchant you to the point of weaseling your way into her relationship.

And yet here you are.

Tucked under Wanda's arm while you watch her favorite sitcom.

A part you of you wants to be unhappy. To act like you don't want to be part of this.

But the truth is you do.

You really like this.

"You're thinking too much, detka." There's no judgement in the witch's tone, just the soothing sound of her accent. "Do you want to talk about it?"

You shake your head, instantly feeling overwhelmed from the mere thought of sharing your worries with her. You're not even sure why you're worried. Why there's a part of you that can't seem to settle, despite how warm and comfortable the older woman's embrace is.

"I'm fine," you mumble.

Wanda hates it when you mumble, but you can't help it. You also can't help the way you turn toward her, your face finding refuge in the crook of her neck.

She allows it for it now. Clearly, she doesn't need to read your thoughts to know how much you're struggling with them.

You want to feel embarrassed about it, but it's hard to feel anything except her palm pressing into your side. Her fingers slip under the hem of your (well...Natasha's) shirt and she draws small circles against your skin.

The two of you stay like that for a while. Wanda watches her show and you catch glimpses of it whenever you gather the courage to peak your head up and out of the comfort of her neck.

You've practically settled into the comfort when the door opens and your bubble of safety is popped.

Your shoulders tense until you hear the telltale sound of Natasha's sigh. There's an edge of annoyance to the sound that you've grown to associate with her. "Wanda, if you wanted a pet, we could have just gotten a cat."

Her words make the witch chuckle despite herself. She knew, no matter how cold the other woman acted, she was simply pretending. It was always easier for her to put her walls back up when she was unsure of something instead of going with the flow.

"Hello to you too, sweetheart."

Wanda gives your side a small pinch, not to hurt you but to encourage you to say hi. You don't really want to, you're still not sure how to act around the older woman, but you do it anyway.

"Hi, Nat."

The redhead rolls her eyes, but the corners of her lips quirk up into the smallest of smiles. "Hello, kitten. Have you been behaving?"

It's a small thing but it's a start. A reminder that she doesn't actually dislike you and she's not mad at the way things have turned out.

That maybe...she's softer than she looks.

"Yes, Daddy," you reply, a soft blush coating your cheeks as you address Natasha by her title. "I listened to Mommy all day."

The small smile on the redhead's face grows at your words. As tough as she looks, she completely adores the way you instantly submit to her without any objections. The way it all seems so natural. So weirdly right.

"Without pouting?" She asks, raising her eyebrow in the way that makes you tremble.

The idea of lying crosses your mind but you know better than that. Plus, there's no use in lying when you're sitting next to a literal mind reader.

"Well...no. But it wasn't my fault!"

Natasha doesn't seem convinced, although she does seem amused. Her eyes drift to Wanda, who can't seem to wipe the proud grin off her face. "It wasn't?"

"It wasn't," the witch replies. "She just got pouty because I told her we had to wait for you before we could play."

"Oh, I see. So, you didn't get pouty, you got needy, is that right?"

You nod, her tone making your head swim in an all too familiar way.

Natasha crawls into bed and shifts herself until she's laying down between your spread legs. The flimsy material of your shorts does little to keep your arousal hidden away from the older woman.

"Come here, detka," Wanda murmurs as her hands grip your hips.

She effortlessly lifts you up until you're sitting between her legs, your back pressed firmly against her front. It's a subtle show of dominance, a reminder that despite Natasha's stubbornness, Wanda's the one in charge. The one you actually belong to.

But there's also a soft side to it. A reminder that she's right there in case things get too overwhelming. That you can back out at any moment and they won't be upset.

It's far too late for that, though. Far too late to act like you don't want them both. Like you don't need them.

Natasha's hands bring you back. Her fingers trail a teasing path up your thighs until they reach the waistband of your shorts.

There's a wordless question in her gaze. One that makes your heart skip a beat.

You nod in response and she wastes no time in getting rid of the garments in the way.

Her eyes take in every inch of exposed skin, the softness in her smile turning slightly predatory. It's a sight you're growing very used to seeing.

"Look at you," she coos, although her tone is far more teasing than sweet. "You're already so wet for us. Mommy's left you needy for too long, huh?"

"I'm not the bad guy here," Wanda says with a chuckle. "It wasn't my idea."

Natasha rolls her eyes but your attention is captured by the witch and her warm hands that slip under your shirt. Her fingers make their way up your torso, her nails dragging against your skin and making your back arch in response.

"Don't listen to her, detka, she's just jealous."

You nod along to the redhead's words even though they don't fully register in your mind. All you know is you're stuck between them as they engage in yet another unnecessary competition.

Wanda notices first, far too used to the subtle cues that give away your growing dependence on them. Your growing need to let go and let them take over.

"There you go, sweetheart, doesn't that feel nice?" Her voice is soft and sweet in your ear, a constant lullaby that allows you to sink deeper against her.

"Mhmm," you hum, your hands reaching out for Natasha as her lips join her fingers in exploring your skin.

The witch is quick to stop you before you get too carried away. Her hands wrap around your wrists and she holds them down, allowing her girlfriend to keep teasing you. "Just relax, baby, Nat knows what to do."

You don't doubt her words for a second, but you also don't doubt the teasing mood the redhead seems to be in. You would complain if you weren't so busy trying to keep yourself still.

It's easier said than done, though, and Natasha quickly tightens her grip on your thighs, keeping you exposed to her gaze and completely still. "Come on, detka, don't you want to show Mommy what a good girl you are?"

Her words make your hips buck, but instead of teasing you for it, she sives right into the main event. Her breath ghosts the most sensitive part of your body before her lips wrap around your swollen clit.

The sensation borders on far too much far too quickly and yet the pleasure seems to overwhelm your body before the sensitivity hits you. Your head falls back against Wanda's shoulder as your lips part in a long moan.

The witch takes advantage of your change in position and attaches her lips to your neck, switching back and forth between gentle kisses and harsh nips. "There you go, isn't that better? Don't think, darling, just let us take over."

The answer is more than obvious considering how far gone your mind is. All you can fully focus on is the soft fuziness feeling your head and the pleasure you're drowing under.

"Daddy," you whine under your breath, your hips shifting against Natasha's mouth.

The redhead simply hums, lapping at your arousal like a woman starved. She doesn't want to admit it but hearing you call her that does things to her that she can't explain. There's a certain type of satisfaction she's never felt with Wanda, even when her girlfriend is in a more submissive mood.

It's what draws her closer to you despite how hard she tries to pretend like she doesn't care. And maybe she doesn't care, but the way she commits herself to making you fall apart, completely overwhelmed by pleasure tells another story.

Wanda's quick to notice how fuzzy you are by now, how perfectly pliable you've become with just a few soft strokes of Natasha's tongue against your throbbing clit. She lets go of your hands, trusting you not to move, before her fingers slip under your shirt again, trailing up until she reaches your breasts.

"Such a good girl for us," she murmurs, as her fingers find your nipples. "Such a pretty little pet."

You're stuck between wanting to arch your back and buck your hips. Ultimately, you end up doing nothing which is exactly what they like. It allows them to please you and use you in whatever way they want.

It's a little surprising how devoted Natasha seems to be to just pleasuring you, but your head is far too fuzy for you to try and think about that. The implications themselves aren't lost on you, though, and they only add to the growing coil in settled in your stomach.

"Don't tell me you're getting ahead of yourself, kotenok." The redhead leans back just enough to look up at you, dark green eyes drinking in every inch of your face. "Good girls don't act like greedy sluts, do they?"

"No, Daddy."

Your instant response makes her smirk and she rewards you by sinking two fingers into your wet cunt.

A gasp slips out of your parted lips and Wanda takes the opportunity to pinch and pull at your hardened nipples. The stinging pain mixes perfectly with the sudden pleasure and you can't stop your body from trembling under their expert hands.

"Please," you whine. "Can I cum?"

"Already?" Wanda chuckles. "Did I leave you too needy earlier?"

"Mhmm, so needy." You don't fully know what you're saying, you just know you can't hold back anymore and the last thing you need is to earn yourself a punishment. "Please."

Your words only seem to spur Natasha on and, instead of giving you mercy like you're asking for, she starts thrusting her fingers in and out of you, groaning as she feels your walls clenching around the digits. "Fuck, such a messy pet."

"I think she's about to get even messier."

The way they talk about you like you're not even there only adds fuel to your desperate arousal. There's nothing more for you to do besides wait for Natasha to decide to give you the mercy you're begging for.

You half-expect her to not give it to you just so she can punish you for it later. It certainly wouldn't be the first time, and you're certain she's only gotten more obssesed with the idea since then.

"Yeah? Is Mommy right, detka? Are you going to make a mess for us?" You know Natsha's teasing you and yet you don't feel the usual flush of humilation. Instead, the warmth that floods you is exactly the same one you feel when Wanda uses her sweetly condescing tone on you.

They're such different tones, such different people, and yet you can't deny the way you feel about them. The way every part of you begs for them.

"Yes, please-" Natasha steals your words by curling her fingers inside your wet heat, your thighs shaking from the force of holding back your orgasm. "Wanna cum, please-"

Wanda shushes you, knowing exactly how to soothe you when you need it most. She doesn't give you the permission you need, though, and in your desperation, you miss the silent conversation the two lovers have.

The seconds seem to stretch into hours until finally, Natasha gives in. "Go ahead, detka, cum for us."

She dives back in, her tongue drawing circles on your sensitive cit as her fingers move in and out of your cunt. The pleasure builds and builds, spurred on by Wanda's fingers playing with your nipples.

All it takes is the witch pinching your hardened peaks once more for you to fall over the edge for them.

Your mouth falls open in a loud moan, your whole body shaking as the waves of pleasure overtake your senses. Even as you lose control of yourself, the two women don't relent or give you a second to catch your breath.

As much as you'd love to complain about it, you can't when all you can think about is the electric sensations coursing through your body.

You cry out as Natasha continues her assault on your oversensitive clit, your hips shaking as you try to move away from her. Instead of scolding you for moving so much, she groans against you, causing your walls to clench around her in response.

"Don't fight it, sweetheart," Wanda mumbles, her lips grazing your jaw. "Just let Daddy make you feel good. It's what you wanted, right? Now take it like a good girl."

"Uh-huh, fu-" Your attempts at words turn into needy sounds that spur the redhead on.

"One more, detka, do it for me, yeah?"

Despite your initial complaints, your body gives in to the pleasure almost instantly. It's not fully surprising but it's certainly overwhelming and it sends you deeper into the fuziness filling your mind.

Natasha does her best to hold you down even as your hips buck desperately into her face. She works a third finger inside you and it takes all your self-restraint to not fall apart at the feeling.

"Please!" You gasp. "Can I cum?"

This time, the witch takes over and gently guides you toward your orgasm. "Go ahead, angel, you've been so good for us, just let go."

So, you do.

You give up control and let go.

You're not sure what happens, all you know is your whole body tenses as the coil in your stomach snaps free. You're too far gone to realize what a mess you make of yourself and the sheets beneath you, but the satisfaction in Natasha's movements isn't lost on you.

She works you through the seemingly never-ending aftershocks, easing herself away from your clit and slowly pulling her fingers out of your cunt. "So fucking beautful..."

Your body finally goes limp and you practically melt against Wanda. Her arms wrap around your waist while she places soft kisses to every inch of your face she can reach. "Good girl. You did so well."

You hum in response, barely registering Natasha's movements as she does her best to clean you up.

The bed shifts when the redhead finishes and you instantly know she's moving away from both of you. You try to complain but the words don't seem to form.

"Shhh, just rest, kotenok, you need it."

You want to argue and assure her you feel fine, but you can't seem to find the strength to open your eyes. All you manage to do is whine, earning yourself a chuckle from Wanda.

"Don't pout, baby. You're my good girl, right?"

You wait for Natasha to correct her. To jump in and say you're their good girl.

But she doesn't.

And the longer the silence goes on, the more it hurts your feelings.

"Mommy..." You whisper.

She presses a soft kiss to your temple as her hands go back to caressing your sides. "I know. We'll figure it out later, just sleep for now."

There's little for you to do besides give in and let sleep overcome you.

* * *

When you wake up, you instantly notice the lack of warmth against you. Your head's still a little fuzzy but you feel slightly more in control now. You're also still pretty drowsy, though.

You attempt to blink the sleepiness out of your eyes as you lift your head, your eyes searching around the room for Wanda.

Instead of the witch, you find her girlfriend curled up in the reading chair in the corner of the room. There's a certain tension in her form that tells you far more than she'd like.

"Maria called," Natasha says, her voice colder than you've heard it in a while. "Wanda had to go. It sounded like she'll be gone for a few weeks."

Oh.

At least that explains why the redhead looks so...vulnerable and...lost.

Their relationship has always been a bit of a mystery to you. Despite the many nights you've listened to Wanda complain about the assassin's shitty coping mechanisms, you don't know many details about their connection.

You just know that somehow...they work. Despite their traumas and their pain, they understand each other.

And then there's you.

You're even less sure of where you fit in.

Of how Natasha feels about you.

"You can at least pretend to be happy to spend time with me," she says, effectively cutting off your thoughts.

"I am," you reply without skipping a beat. "I just...didn't think you'd be thrilled about it."

"Why? Because I'm the big bad girlfriend who has no feelings? Who doesn't give a shit about anyone?"

Despite her attempts to sound mad, her tone gives away how hurt she is. How terrified she is that you see her like that. That you think she's half as bad as the stories you've heard about her.

"No, I just...well, I know you and Wanda had that arrangement and everything but you didn't ask for this. I thought you just saw me as her annoying pet."

The corners of her mouth twitch a little as she tries to hold in her smile. "I did at first. It's nothing personal, hearing Wanda say she wanted you was...a little hard to deal with."

"Yeah, I figured." You sit up with your back against the headrest, your eyes absentmindedly admiring Natasha's features. Even with the distance between you, she looks stunning. "It wasn't easy for me either, y'know? I felt really guilty about it."

"That didn't stop you from sleeping with her the first time, though."

"Well, no but...in my defense, you can't exactly say no to Wanda when her mind is made up."

That earns you a quiet chuckle. "Yeah, you can say that again. Why do you think you're here? Wanda didn't want to let you go after the first time."

It's not necessarily news considering how things went down after the first time, but you can't act like your heart doesn't skip a beat at her words. The confirmation that the witch wanted you is one thing, but you're still not sure how Natasha feels. Something that's not surprising considering how closed off she is.

"And you?" You ask, hoping you sound less nervous than you feel.

It takes Natasha a few seconds to form her response. You can't exactly blame her but the silence makes your skin crawl. The fear that she doesn't want you, that she doesn't care, rises up within you the longer it drags on.

Finally, she eases your mind.

"Let's just say you've grown on me, kitten."

It's not much and yet it's more than enough for you. It reinforces the connection you've started feeling with her. The bond that demands to be nurtured despite how unusual it is.

Then again, wanting unsual things is kind of your thing at this point.

"You've grown on me too," you mutter, doing your best to ignore the warmth that spreads along your face.

"That doesn't mean you're not still our pet, though," she clarifies. "...if you want, that is. It can stay casual or we can turn it into more. We can train you. I can train you, if you want to be our submissive."

It takes a second for the words to fully sink in.

You nod before you even know what you're doing. You don't need to think about it, though, it's what you want. You want them. And all the little nuances that come with them.

Natasha watches you for a moment, her eyes studying you as if she's waiting for you to realize what you're doing and back out instantly. You can't exactly put your reasons into words to ease her mind. All you know is you've never wanted anything the way you want them.

Despite not being a mindreader like her girlfriend, the assasin is quick to move toward you once the thought of being fully theirs crosses your mind.

"You sure you've got what it takes, kitten?" She asks as she settles onto your lap. "I'm a lot to handle."

"I can take it," you reply, your hands landing on her waist without a second thought. "I want you."

Finally, your words are enough to break through her defenses. 

It doesn't feel like enough and yet it's exactly what she had wanted to hear. What she was afraid you wouldn't want.

"Then you have me," she says, her voice far softer than you've ever heard it.

There's so much you want to say, but words don't seem to be enough right now. So, instead, you lean forward and press your lips to hers.

You're not completely sure how you ended up here but you wouldn't trade it for the world.

[dykeforhire]

Emily Prentiss Headcanons

Emily Prentiss x reader

[NSFW 18+]

A/N: this is basically just me talking to myself, so enjoy !!

- Emily is the biggest softy outside of the bedroom, she loves to cuddle and give lots of affection. Physical touch is definitely one of her biggest love languages. The early days of your sex life with Emily reflected that soft nature, but the harder you fell for each other, the more she let loose.

- Emily definitely has a strong libido, she can go for literal hours upon hours. Every position on every possible surface.

- She’s a very generous lover, no matter how stupid that saying might be… it’s definitely true for her. She absolutely loves getting you off. Your pleasure is her top priority, she loves listening to the sounds you make and how your body reacts to the way she touches you.

- Emily is the ultimate champion when it comes to giving head. The woman’s mouth is literal magic, her tongue is so soft and attentive, and she loves to practically bury herself in it. Just rubbing her face all up in there, using her nose, her lips… phew!

- on the topic of Emily giving head, she definitely loves it when you sit on her face. She wraps her arms around your thighs and forces you to put your weight on her… guiding your hips over her mouth and y’know that nose comes out to play!! She does not care if she suffocates… she will die and happy woman.

- Emily is also very skilled when it comes to handling a strap on. She definitely has lots of motion, and she knows just how to hit those perfect spots.

- She loves it when you ride her strap, just so she can stick her face between your tits, kissing, licking, biting, sucking hickeys all over your chest and playing with your nipples. She also loves being able to watch your face above her, just the sight of you so deep in pleasure is enough to get her off.

- Doggy is where her true talents lie… she loves to just absolutely man-handle you. Wrapping her arms around your stomach and just plowing away. She definitely also uses your hair as grip, pulling you up against her chest so her free hand can run over your body, teasing and groping

- She’s definitely vocal during sex, talking you through it… asking if she’s doing well, if she feels good inside you, what you want her to do… she makes a lot of sounds when she’s fucking you too; panting and groaning in your ear while she fucks you with her strap… whimpering when she feels just how wet you are for her.

- She’s a biter, whether it’s as a simple gesture of affection or when you’re actively having sex. She loves the marks her it leaves on your skin, and the moans and whimpers you let out when she does it.

- BIGGEST TEASE EVER!! She loooooves getting you all worked up, and god knows she’s good at it. She loves coming up behind you in the kitchen and putting her cold hands under your shirt, running her fingers along your waist band (imagining this meme), leaving innocent little kisses on your neck, knowing just how much they rile you up.

- Emily can also be very needy when she wants to be. Sometimes she just needs a break from control, and she loves letting you take care of her. She makes the prettiest sounds when she cums, tiny little whimpers and pants as she claws at your back, pulling you in for that extra pressure to ground herself.

- She’s very possessive when it comes to you. She might not let it show to the public, but she gets very jealous when people try to flirt with you… that jealousy often leads to very long nights of aggressively passionate sex… her leaving marks all over your body and fucking you into the mattress to the best of her ability.

- when she gets rough during sex, she gets rough. She can be quite fond of impact play, whether it be slapping your ass or your face with her hand, or using a paddle or flogger on you… she is also a fan of choking, not so much breath play, more so giving you that delicious light headed rush.

-eye contact. God those eyes… she loves holding eye contact when she eats you out and especially when she fucks you in missionary.

…

A/N: let me know if I should make a pt.2 of this… 😈😈

[nikoniclove]

Love these headcanons of Emily

[geeheartsu]

”my daughter is fine”

your daughter dreams of a middle-aged woman taking advantage of her and using her whatever way she wants to and then praising her for being a good girl

[isthatmyjacket-rhiyo]

this is them and I will not elaborate

[wandasveil]

. ݁₊ ⊹ protective wanda who tilts her head when someone’s words get sharp, a flick of scarlet flaring behind her eyes—subtle, silent, and enough to make them step back.

. ݁₊ ⊹ protective wanda who catches your jacket before you can, carefully draping it over your shoulders herself, because she insists no chill should touch you.

. ݁₊ ⊹ protective wanda who stays just a step behind, her eyes flaring red when someone looks at you the wrong way, her presence alone enough to keep them cautious.

. ݁₊ ⊹ protective wanda who curls a hand around yours while you walk, threads of magic wrapping lightly around your wrists, unseen but tethered..

. ݁₊ ⊹ protective wanda who takes her time with you. drawing out every little gasp, shudder, and moan until you’re helpless underneath her. she doesn’t mind the heat of your fingers digging into her flesh, delicate scratches mapping her spine as she claims every inch of you.

[wandasveil]

— a taste i crave

by wanda maximoff

it’s late in the compound. wanda comes home after a long day of exhausting missions. she’s frustrated, and in need of something to let out her energy and anger on. she does it with you, but with such tenderness.

ʚ・ tags and warnings — mommy!wanda x fem!reader :

mostly smut, slight fluff, stress relief, wanda slightly angry, soft wanda, dirty talk, overstimulation, light choking, wanda called mommy, reader called dove, angel, princess, some aftercare

ʚ・ author’s note — first fic on here. please enjoy, feedback appreciated. i’m quite interested in doing a lot more fluffy/angsty stuff… lmkk !!

your hips buck, twitching erratically. your fingers dig into your sheets in a desperate attempt to anchor. you press your knuckles to your lips, letting sound die before it could even slip past you. your legs tremble from exhaustion, from pure pleasure.

her head bobs between your thighs in a delicious rhythm. a forgotten movie murmured in the background, dialogue and static blurring the edges of everything else. swallowing anything—any whimper, any moan that might escape.

it was late. far past lights out at the compound.

she wasn’t supposed to be here.

not between your legs—not again.

“wanda,” you gasp as she catches one of your slick folds between her lips and sucks. her thumb presses against your clit, rubbing furious circles and only heightening your pleasure.

her rough fingers dug into your thighs, holding you in place. “shh, dove. i told you to stay quiet.” she mouths against your bare heat. “mommy’s had a very long day.” her voice is low, almost impatient. like she’s trying to suppress the urge to force you down and take you until you’re screaming.

because her movements aren’t gentle—not like they usually are. they’re fueled by some intense heat. you remember is her coming home: eyes focused and low. blood staining her knuckles, from her mission earlier. she didn’t say much about it, didn’t even let herself think much before she was pinning you to the wall.

“breathe, honey. relax for me. let me use this pretty pussy, hm? you taste… heavenly, baby. so sweet for me.” she coos, licking from the base of your most sensitive area to the nub.

“now, quiet. you don’t want a punishment.”

you clench and tighten around an unbearable absence, trying with everything you had to hold back even the smallest wince.

your jaw locks in an effort. tight. but it’s still not enough. she plunges her tongue inside of you: suddenly. it’s overwhelming, in the best way, and so unfair. a scream—louder than any other of the pathetic noises from before—tears through you.

when you look down, eyes wide, please already breaking into a whisper, you see it. her expression isn’t tender anymore. its anger. frustration that had built up throughout the day. and god, she would use you to forget it all.

she’s moving before your head even stops spinning.

her hand trails up your skin until it catches your throat. wrapping around it, so sweetly. her thumb brushes against your pulse. not tight enough to struggle; not ever. but just enough for you to be conscious of every breath you take.

“mommy—” you try. “no, baby. no ‘mommy.’ what did i tell you, hm?” she interrupts. her grip on your throat loosens enough for you to comfortably reply.

your eyes avoid hers, shoulders sinking from sheer embarrassment. she tilts up your chin and you respond, “… to be quiet.”

“that’s right. and you disobeyed.”

yet, the smallest curve still tugs at her lips. “look at that pretty face. flushes even at the smallest correction.” she chuckles, then sighs deeply.

“let me see those eyes baby. look at me.” she hums. and you do, immediately. as your eyes lock on hers, you feel the tips of her two fingers glide across your pussy. your already wet folds peel apart at the smallest movement and she smirks, slowly pressing into your warmth.

your face contorts into one of bliss as her fingers curl into your slit. you buck your hips at the feeling, and your mouth falls open in a silent scream.

“you’re going to keep those eyes on me as i fuck you. and you’re not going to look away until i say you’re allowed to.” she whispers.

two fingers plunge into your tightness. you gasp as she curls them inside of you. “mmh, princess… look at this beautiful pussy.” she sighs.

“you don’t know how badly i’ve been needing to see you ruined again.”

her lips latch onto your neck. her kisses are hot, open-mouthed, and all teeth. her arm suddenly jolts out, scarlet threads curling around her fingers, drawing something out. the drawer of the nightstand beside you flies open, and a strap floats to her hand.

a deep red dildo, thick, and bigger than what she usually used on you. your breath come out a little heavier at the thought of it stretching you out.

she slide the harness on, securing it around her waist. one hand slid under your thigh, holding it up and pinning it in place. the other braced herself beside your head.

you barely had time to think before she was pushing into you. your breath hitched, fingers holding onto the bedsheets beneath you. wanda moaned slowly, “that’s right, detka. clench around me.”

small whimpers escape you. your hands find her, wrapping around her neck. your nails dig into her spine, leaving delicate indents. “fuck—fuck, too much. god, you’re—stretching me…”

“too much?” she asks, already slowing down. you only yelp at that. “no—no. i need more. just, just don’t stop.” you exhale.

her hips start up again, rolling into you and letting you feel every bit of it. she grinds the base of it inside you. every little whisper, every thrust, and every breath brings you closer to your edge.

she notices. of course she does.

the way your breath hitches.

the way you hold on tighter, clenching.

the way you moan—higher pitched than before.

“give it to me. come on,” she moves faster. you feel her chasing her own release.

her arms wrap fully around your waist, firmly holding you. allowing you to go limp, to simply be held. she’s thrusting into you faster now, groaning in your ear. mumbling curses, half in english and half in sokovian. her accent so heavy she can hardly even understand herself.

“god. you’re so fucking tight,” she grunts. her head falls onto your shoulder, hips roughly fucking into your pussy.

you feel tears collect in the corner of your eyes. it isn’t uncomfortable—not even in the slightest. it’s all you could ever dream of. it’s overstimulation, in the best way you could’ve ever imagined.

her forehead presses against yours. red wisps flicker, and she reads you. every thought, every craving you have right now. watching, protecting, as always.

she knows just how much you want this.

it empowers her to moves faster, kissing your cheek in a way that still manages to make your stomach flutter.

“that’s my girl. so perfect for me. letting me use this sweet pussy,” she whispers. her hips grind.

your climax hits in waves, the first stronger than the rest. stars fog your vision, body twitching under her. you dig your nails into her back, and she only responds by holding you tighter, fucking you through your orgasm.

“that’s right… my pretty girl… doing so good for me.”

you pant heavily, sweat beading down your forehead. her movements are slower now, but somehow feel so much more intense. you’re so much more sensitive now.

she’s riding you through it, and prolonging your release.

she hits her own climax just like that.

knowing you’re taken care of.

seeing the way you whimper for her. under her.

her hips buck into you, her strap filling you. she moans in your ear, soft curses and praises.

“that’s my girl. my sweet little girl.” she pants, kissing the top of your head and slowly pulling out. you curl against her, comforted in her embrace.

the rest of the night is a blur.

her rough hands bringing a damp towel to your thighs, wiping away the stickiness and cleaning you off. handing you a glass of water, cuddling you when she was all done.

raking her fingers through your hair, whispering praises into your ear. telling you just how beautiful you looked, and how good you were.

“you did so good for me, baby. my perfect angel.” she whispers, pressing little pecks to your cheeks. your eyelids flutter shut, heavy from exhaustion. she smiles at that. “get some sleep, honey. i’ll be here in the morning.” she assures you.

and she holds you until you fall asleep.

still warm, still fluttery.

safe in her arms.

[wandasveil]

“shh… just hold still for me, baby. mommy needs this.” ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

she’d coo in your ear—but you’re far too gone to respond. her rough hand fists in your hair, tugging hard enough to make you whimper. the other pins your wrists down, she keeps you there.

you don’t move. not because you can’t, but because you won’t.

her hips would ram into yours at a hasty speed. your face pressed into the mattress, body arching up against her.

you’d cry as she pumps her faux cock into you, begging for more and more.

“that’s right, baby. just let me use this pretty hole. such a good girl for mommy, hm.”

[kalxtkiri]

Nothing’s Gonna hurt you, baby

WandaNat x child reader

Tags: Hurt/comfort

Summary: Natasha is tasked with getting you into bed, Wanda and Natasha get you to sleep, but you wake them up later in need of comfort

Written: May 7th 2026

WC: 1079

Wanda and Natasha were infiltrating an abandoned widows nest when they found you. Scared, alone, and way too skinny for a kid your age. They took you back to the compound with them, and after two weeks of fighting tooth and nail with everyone on the team, it was decided that you would stay there with them.

That was over three months ago now, and you were thriving…For the most part. You were feisty, mentally still trapped in that widow's nest.

You were just five years old, and already the world had shown you how cruel it was.

Natasha and Wanda decided that they would be the ones to take care of you – Well, you did. They were the first faces you saw after months of solitude, and with your past, men weren’t exactly on the table.

It was 10pm now, Natasha was assigned bedtime duty. She’d managed to get you into pajamas, but after that you’d started putting up a fight. Now you were in the living room, standing against the TV stand in the dark, a dirty stuffed animal clutched to your chest as you glared at her from across the room.

Natasha stood against the doorframe – The only exit in the room. Her arms were crossed, and the faintest hint of a smile curled her lips.

“You’re tired, malyshka, just come to bed” She said quietly, raising her eyebrows at you.

You hugged your bunny tighter, stomping your foot. “No!”

Natasha only laughed, pushing herself off the doorframe and walking over to you. She crouched down in front of you, gaze sweeping over your form. She wasn’t good at this – The whole parenting thing. Especially not with a little one like you.

“You know, bunny needs to sleep too…” She started, pressing her lips together trying to gauge your reaction “Don’t you think he looks a bit sleepy?”

You huffed, your eyebrows unfurrowing. Natasha could see the gears turning in your head. Then, much to her surprise, you nodded.

She smiled, standing up “Okay” Her hand reached down for yours, waiting patiently for you to take it. When you did she gave it a gentle squeeze, walking you towards your bedroom.

You didn’t make it there, just as Natasha opened the door, you took off running, bare feet slapping the polished floors with the force of a baby elephant.

She dropped her head, defeated. Wanda never said it would be this hard. She followed you, walking down the hallway listening for your footsteps.

You were in the common room when she found you. Frozen in the archway. Everyone was there, watching a movie. Though most of their attention was on the little one standing in front of them.

“There you are,” Natasha murmured, reaching down to try and take your hand again.

You turned, wrapping your arms around her thighs and squeezing. Hard enough she almost lost her balance.

None of the avengers said anything, some of them looked uncomfortable – The last time they had an interaction like this when Wanda nor Natasha was present you’d had a meltdown and threw some hands.

Natasha picked you up, her arms holding you close against her. Your hands clutched the fabric of your shirt, your face buried in the crook of her neck.

She didn’t say anything to the team, leaving without a word and taking you back to your room. She made a stop in the kitchen, preparing you a bottle. Your room was warmer than the rest of the building, and fluorescent lamps lit the area around your bed.

“Alright, detka” Natasha murmured as she peeled you off, setting you down on the bed “Lets get you tucked in,”

She threw the blanket over your legs, waiting for you to lay down.

“Bottle” You said, reaching out for it.

Natasha looked at the bottle in her hand, handing it to you silently. You glared at her as you drank, laying yourself down, and pulling the blanket up to your waist.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the air vent and the sound of the bottle squeaking. Then, the door creaked open, you shot up, your entire body tensing.

“It’s okay” Natasha muttered, already knowing who was there, she placed her hand on your arm “It’s just Wanda, you can lay back down”

You didn’t listen, waiting until Wanda spoke – You had to make sure it was really her, and not someone else in disguise.

“How’s it going?” Wanda said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Natasha gave her a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

Wanda smiled, tucking the blanket around your legs.

“Were you good for Natty?” She asked, reaching up to adjust your bunny, which was tucked closely to your side.

“We ran around a little bit” Natasha said when you didn’t respond.

“You must be pretty tired now, huh?” Wanda cooed at you.

You nodded.

Natasha and Wanda stayed by your side until you fell asleep, leaving to go to their own bedroom right across from yours.

You slept for most of the night, a rare occurrence. It was 6am when their bedroom door creaked open and you came in, tears streaming down your face.

Natasha woke up first, reaching over Wanda to turn on the bedside lamp, waking her up in the process.

“Hey, detka,” Natasha said, rubbing her eyes “Feeling okay?”

You didn’t respond, crawling into the bed in between the two women, soft whimpers escaping you as you cried.

Wanda reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You jerked away, curling into Natasha's side. She wrapped an arm around you, looking at Wanda with wide eyes. ‘It’s okay, you’re safe with us” She whispered, rubbing your back. Wanda shuffled closer, tugging the blanket up over you.

“We’ve got you, baby” She said against your ear, nails trailing up and down your arm. “Nothing is going to hurt you, just breathe”

You pressed yourself harder against Natasha, like you were trying to merge your body with hers.

“Shhhh” Wanda cooed, glancing briefly up to Natasha when you began to calm down.

“We’re right here, little one” Natasha murmured “Not going anywhere”

It took you a few minutes to fully calm down, Wanda kept trailing her fingertips over your skin, and Natasha held you through all of it.

You fell asleep pressed between them, feeling warm, safe, and loved – Things you would never have to question again.

[mommyslittlebird]

Okay it’s 3am and I’m a little drunk and incredibly horny, thinking about Wanda learning you can squirt and being so excited about it she has to show you off to all her friends.

She invites them over one by one, starting with her best friend, Natasha. It always starts out as a standard gathering: Wanda cooks dinner and the three of you chat around the table.

But by the end of night, Wanda always has you sat between her legs on the end of the couch, legs pinned open by her own, with a vibrator on your clit and a toy in your cunt. Facing the audience, of course.

It takes you forever to cum with people watching, but Nat doesn’t seem to mind. Wanda is willing to go all night if that’s what it takes. And Nat is more than happy to just enjoy the show.

“Come on, angel. We’re gonna show Natty your little magic trick, yeah?”

“Aww, is my little angel having some performance anxiety in front of Natty? You always cum so fast when it’s just you and mommy.”

“Poor thing. Is your little brain so scrambled mommy has to hold you up so you don’t fall over? Sit up nice and tall for me angel. Natty wants to see your pretty face.”

“Oh that’s it, that’s it cum for mommy. Show Natty how pretty you can cum for me. Oh angel, that’s it. Such a messy girl for mommy.”

After holding it so long, you cum harder than you ever have before. Even Wanda is shocked when you somehow manage to get cum on the coffee table.

Afterwards, Wanda is sure to prop you up on the armrest with an inane number of pillows and swaddle you up in the softest blanket. She’s already prepared you a nice big glass of ice water with a bendy straw so you don’t have to sit up to drink.

[gu1ltycons1ence]

(18+ minors dni)

abby’s fingers plunge back into your soaked pussy, squelching with arousal when she presses and just curls –

“abby!” a strangled moan pushes from your chest, legs quivering as you scramble to close your legs , overwhelmed by the hot pleasure. your hips jolt and you grip her wrist, “too much,”

“you can take it,” she breaths out, pulling out to sliiide back in slow, fingers pressing up against that sweet spot that forces your wet, doe eyes to roll back into your skull. “you begged for this remember?” she tilts her head, voice painfully all-knowing. she knows it’s not too much. knows you enough that in a few minutes when you’ve soaked her fingers to prunes that it still won’t be enough. “please, abby. please fuck me.” she mocks sweetly, sitting up on her knees to piston her fingers faster.

“you just…” she pants, so worked up by watching you fall apart. “can’t help thinking with your pussy can you? bit off more than you can chew?”

and despite giving you shit for how fucking wet you were, abby presses her strong thighs together, trying to alleviate the hot ache that throbs at her own cunt. sticky arousal causing her boxers to stick to her sex.

you’re a panting mess, whines getting stuck in your throat when abby flicks her wrist, fucking you deeper. her thick fingers stretch you more than your own ever could, her palm dragging on your clit with each thrust. “yes, yes,” your whispered praises contrast your begging, “please don’t stop.” you whine, body igniting with sparks of pleasure.

abby chuckles, ducking her head down to press open mouthed kisses to your neck. you moan, hand pressing into her back, feeling the ridges of muscle. “you’d hate that wouldn’t you? if i stopped right now?” just to piss you off. but her words hold only a sliver of threat and your body is already protesting, hips angling as you push and grind to meet her thrusts.

“i’m so close, baby,” you breathe out, hoping to change her mind.

she shuts you up with a searing kiss, free hand squeezing your jaw as she wrestles your tongue.

“then cum on my fingers, baby, make a mess.” she mumbles against your wet lips.

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a/n: it’s the way that i actually need that

[ohsweetluces]

smut . strap . tummy bulging .

Fuck.

Just imagine getting fucked hard by Abby while she fucking coos at you condescendingly and strokes the bulge her strap creates in your tummy.

You’re a fucking sobbing, slobbering mess and here she is caressing your tummy and letting you feel exactly where she’s pounding deep into.

Your eyes are so fucking blurry you can’t even see her clearly, your face burns with deep humiliation but then she speaks, “there’s my sweetest little girl, look at you taking mommy’s strap so well, there she is,” she rubs the bulge, her big hand engulfing it easily, “there it is, hmm? You want mommy to fill you up more?”

She manhandles you with ease, years of weight training finally paying off as she repositions you on your hands and knees.

Before you can crawl away, she wraps one muscular arm around your waist and slams her strap in your wrecked hole, bulging your tummy visibly.

You gag on your own spit, cough and cry harder.

“Abby—oh… oh, it’s deep.”

Your hand flies to grab at the bulge, her hand joins in on top.

“I know, baby, feel it? That’s all me.”

[lesbinluv]

stuff my mouth with your fingers, fuck my mouth and explore each corner of my mouth with them, while you have me laying on your bed, holding a toy against my cunt. look me in the eyes and tell me how pretty i look drooling all over your fingers, and how sweet i sound, just for you <3 kiss my forehead when i start tearing up because it's just too much for me to take, reassure me and tell me it'll end soon and you just want to make your baby feel good...

please?

[wandasveil]

watching l&d and can’t stop thinking about southernwanda…

wanda realized the feeling of recognition before thinking it was anything else. because she wasn’t supposed to notice you—especially not in the way that she did.

noticing from across the room the way your legs looked, perfectly crossed over, your skirt leaving little to her imagination.

every sunday, she sits in the pew trying to focus. instead—she’s remembering you. your smile, the scent of your perfume, the way your hand had brushed hers earlier. the sound of your shallow breaths in her ear that night she acted on her feelings, and kissed you.

[kerrry444]

need an older woman to manipulate me so bad

"you can do that for me..cant you bunny?”

"you wanna make mommy feel good, dont you?"

"yeah baby, you're such a smart gir!...show mommy again"

"i thought you were mommys good girl?"

"you don't wanna at least try? for mommy?"

"i know baby, but i bought this just for you! lets just test it out, yeah?"

"i'm sorry honey..i know it hurts but mommy is almost done"

"shhh its okay baby, look at you! you're being such a good girl"

"just one more? for me? it would make mommy so proud..you wanna make mommy proud don't you?

"shhh go back to sleep, you were telling mommy how tired you were remember? you weren't lying were you?"

“please? come on baby show mommy that pretty pussy”