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kissingmilfs · 1 year

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✏️book club: bells and whistles au 📚

cw: pet play, exhibitionism, voyeurism, humiliation (kinda), cockwarming, overstimulation, mention of alcohol, slight violence, degrading, brief mommy kink

a/n: switched a lot between referring to reader solely in third person (buttercup, she/ her + they/them pronouns) or in second person (you). so a warning <3

wanda maximoff x reader

other characters mentioned/interacted with: natasha romanoff, valkeyrie, okoye, kate bishop, monica rambeau, agatha harkness

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wanda planned this day weeks in advanced. the book store is closed on sunday’s and once a month, she holds a special book club. it´s not entirely too different from any other book club. they pick a book for the month then meet the last sunday of the month to discuss. there’s snacks, tea, and some of wanda’s treasured companions. the only key difference about book club is wanda can freely discuss all matters pertaining buttercup. some of her friends have pets of their own, all various levels of ownership. both buttercup and wanda feel most comfortable engaging in the full extent of their relationship around wanda’s book club. the ladies of the book club are more than fond of wanda’s kitten. you receive your fair share of attention, pets and treats. there’s always someone willing to dote over you. most times wanda allows, as long, as people are respectful and appropriate.

buttercup was in a particularly antsy mood of all days. wanda hadn’t anticipate having a hard time today. but honestly…she can never predict what type of mood you’ll set on for the day. it started first with your clothes. wanda picked your outfit for the day, laid out perfectly on the bed. she does it every morning—it’s part of buttercup’s routine. immediately, you decided against the outfit. wanda walked in on buttercup halfway dressed in a completely different ensemble. she desperately wanted to lash out and force you into the outfit. but her plans for the day were enough punishment as is. plus butercup’s reluctance meant wanda presented you with only two options.

wearing the outfit or you’d be naked for the entirety of book club. you decided to test wanda today. she couldn’t be serious, right? would wanda have her most prized possession on display for all her friends? buttercup refused to believe wanda would treat her with such little care. wanda already knew which option buttercup would pick — thinking wanda would not follow through.

wanda’s words rung true and so did the instant regret for buttercup. wanda made you a comfy bed by the front door. only wearing the pretty pink collar with wanda’s initials engraved on the heart pendant. she originally only intended on making buttercup cockwarm a dildo for the entire book club meeting. but wanda’s a little upset with her kitten and intends to further extend the humiliation. buttercup’s entire body heats up the closer it is for bookclub. wanda’s last minute punishment, she decided to position a vibrator — on the lowest setting — pressed directly on buttercup’s clit. she instructed buttercup not to move, no noises and no begging the guests for attention. wanda’s positive buttercup will fail in some way. buttercup’s surprised wanda never mentioned not coming. though with the lowest vibrational setting, both wanda and buttercup know, it’ll take her a frustratingly long time to cum.

another detail buttercup could not see is right above their head, wanda printed out a sign, “Property of Wanda Maximoff. No touching today.” wanda knows her buttercup a bit too well. with your head cloudy from arousal and embarrassment, you’d rope some sucker into giving you attention. monica couldn’t make it today. wanda didn’t have to worry about her and her soft spot. natasha tends to mock you more than dote on you, leaving you even more frustrated. though, wanda might keep an eye out. she’s caught natasha on multiple occasions—letting you rut away on her boot. even when she’s explicitly told you, you’re not allowed to bother nat.

okoye mostly spoils you with treats. wanda’s comfortable with you being fed today. agatha’s, well, agatha. sometimes a wild card, but wanda can trust her to heed the sign. agatha likes messing with you. agatha refuses to spoil buttercup like the others do. agatha prefers reminding buttercup of her place. the only two people wanda’s suspicious of today are kate and val. kate, completely harmless, but gosh is she obsessed with buttercup. wanda’s guaranteed, at least, one text a day from kate about “the baby.” kate’s main focus throughout book club is normally finding you and making you sit next to her. with val, wanda can never tell.

sometimes val can behave. on another day, val is chaos in human form. regardless, wanda’s prepared for either of them. the penalty for touching you is a three month ban from book club.

wanda’s guests start trickling in. they open the front door and greeted by your flustered form along with sign above your head. you’re too out of it to notice people pausing to read the sign either. you flash everyone the biggest pout with saddened yet lustful eyes. but no one seems to care about you. natasha laughed after she read wanda’s sign. she never likes getting on the woman’s bad side though.

natasha returns buttercup’s fake pout. “im sorry, buttercup. i’d love to play with you. but book club starts soon.”

you’re devastated by nat’s words—emotions heightened by your vulnerable state. your fingers clutch the blanket covering your thighs, holding back tears. natasha, instead, peels the blanket off of you. gasping, natasha shakes her head at how you’ve completely soaked your kitty bed. she leaves you even more uncovered for everyone to see. you desperately wish you could reach out for her, wrapping yourself around her leg, and begging her for quick relief. you might have done it. if wanda weren’t watching every last second of the interaction. wanda’s eyes never left buttercup. every time someone entered the bookstore, wanda made sure they followed her rules. it would teach buttercup and everyone else a lesson. at the end of the day, buttercup belongs to wanda.

wanda thought, maybe, kate successfully keeping her hands to herself and not falling for any of buttercup’s tricks was a good omen. she even gave kate a sympathetic pat on the back. her younger friend felt dismayed leaving you all by yourself. not peppering your face with kisses ruined her mood. she sulked for the most of book club, casting you sad looks every few minutes. but wanda should have known. she should have known kate wouldn’t be the issue. no, it would be the person that’s always ten minutes late. always reeking of a bottle of jameson and some woman’s perfume.

val disregards the sign above you and squats to your eye level. a hazy smile flashes on your face. she’s the first person you’ve gotten a proper look at. one of val’s handsome and dashing smile is plastered all over her face. it reeks of trouble. but you don’t care. maybe she’ll give you what you want. you don’t bother uttering a word — there’s no way you can formulate a coherent thought. val cups your cheek, immediately you’re leaning into her touch for more.

“wanda must be keeping you here long, buttercup. you smell…deliciously sinful. i can smell how needy you are. wanna play a little game, kitten?” you barely nod your head in response, but val knows. “my guess is mommy cuts off my fingers.”

you’re not sure what she means yet her hand’s in your hair and tugging your head back. something flashes in her eyes before she sinks her teeth into your neck. the pressure feels too utterly good. it makes you even needier. somehow wanda’s instructions leave at the same moment. somehow your hips start moving on their own. rocking back and forth on the toy, grinding your clit into the vibrator. somehow your hands reach out for val, silently begging for more. you’re not even sure what more means. val chuckles against your skin and within two seconds wanda’s pushing her off of you.

you’re in such a state of shock. wanda’s hurling some pretty nasty insults towards val. most of them pertaining to val’s drinking habits. not that val seems to mind much—she’s used to gorgeous woman yelling at her. val salutes wanda once the woman finishes and tells her she’s banned until further notice. the three month ban extends longer, until wanda’s blood doesn’t boil at the thought of val attempting to mark you.

once val leaves the bookstore, wanda focuses her attention on buttercup. some of buttercup’s senses has returned, promptly stopping the rocking of her hips. you’ve done a lot of stupid things before, but this might take the cake. wanda’s hardened stare definitely shouldn’t be turning you on. but she can see you squeezing your legs shut. “you’re a pathetic slut. maybe i should throw you out on the streets. you’ll survive if you keep offering your cunt to any random person.”

the thought alone leaves your lips quivering with fear. but you don’t dare say anything. wanda loops her finger into your collar, forcing you to keep eye contact with her. “do i need to brand your silly little cunt, so you have a constant reminder of who you belong to? hm? would that help your dumb little brain remember? or maybe i should let you live with agatha for a bit? she’s house broken a few pets.” you immediately shake your head, no. overhearing how agatha trains and treats her pets puts fear in you.

“i thought so, buttercup. too bad you’re not the one in charge. mommy can do whatever she wants.” wanda emphasizes the point by kicking you in the stomach. the pain shatters throughout your whole body. flopping down on your kitty bed, you let out a sob of pain. it’s music to wanda’s ears. wanda makes you crawl into the center of the circle with all her friends. she made you kneel there until the meeting was done, never once acknowledging your presence again.

#wanda maximoff x reader #bells and whistles au #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #natasha romanoff #kate bishop #wanda maximoff x you

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buckys-little-belle · 2 years

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I love all your ideas for the gummy stealer! Pick which you like best ♡ I want you to like it too.

-♡

Someone Ate My Family

AKA - How Different Marvel Cg’s Would React To Your Avengers Gummies Being “Stolen”

Steve, Nat, Tony, Wanda, Bucky, x Little!Reader (Gender nutral language, no pronouns used, though Wanda calls Little!Reader “Petal”. So please keep that in mind when reading.)

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post and blog SFW

Warnings - Mentions of food/Mentions of eating food, Talks of giving someone a mean talking to, Nat is overly worried about people lying, crying, sadness, also happy endings and fluff!

Notes - I was very indecisive on who I should write this concept with and ended up thinking about how so many people would react, so I just decided to write down a few of my ideas in a headcannon type way. I hope everyone enjoys!!!!

Based on this ask/message from my beloved ♡ anon

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Steve

“Daddy?” You yell, your voice carrying through the apartment, the noise finally finding Steve in his office. “What Baby?” He yells back as he begins walking towards to noise you’re currently creating. “We have to go!” You shout, your voice urgent and persistent. “Where do we need to go baby?” Steve chuckles, his arms now crossed as he stands in the entry way’s wall opening. You sat on the bench in front of him, one shoe on and the other in your hand.

“Someone ate my gummies and I need more daddy!” You say as if he should clearly understand the situation. Steve, well he knew that you had none left, he may have eaten the last pack … But he planned to go to the store while you went to Auntie Nat’s house, but here he was faced head on with the issue at hand. “Okay okay, but you need to wear running shoes baby, your sandals aren’t going to cut it.” You nod, knowing there’s no point in arguing with him, he’s somehow almost always right anyways.

The two of you eventually head out to the store, matching running shoes on and all. The store of course is busy, the weekend is fast approaching and people and rushing home from work. You lead the way towards the snack aisle, Steves hand grasping yours as you walk fast. Eventually you break from his hands grasp, running towards the middle of the aisle where your gummies are before stopping. “Sorry.” You squeak as you almost run into the lady standing in front of you. Steve smiles, he’s proud that you use your manners, pride building in his chest.

The moment the two of you are back on the street, gummies in hand, Steve is already ripping the box open and picking you up to rest on his hip. You easily grab a new bag out of the box and Steve opens it, handing the small bag back to you so you can distribute the gummies to the both of you. “Daddy!” You call out, startling Steve slightly, him looking at you confused. “I have to eat all the yous!” you say, snatching the gummy that resembles him just slightly and popping it into your mouth. “Sorry baby.” He chuckles back.

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Natasha

“Mommy?” You cry from the kitchen, Nat immediately running to you from her office. Her face drenched in panic as she sees your back turned to her. “Baby? What’s wrong?” She calls back. “Someone ate m’gummies!” Nat chuckles silently, not wanting to get you work up any further.

She instantly asks a few questions, making sure you weren’t just saying there were none left so you could have two packages.

When she realizes that you really didn’t eat them, she checks the garbages for any wrappers, she walks over to the linen closet. Swiftly grabbing a towel and unwrapping it, a new and full box of gummies awaiting. “Here my love.”

Nat then apologizes for not believing you, she knows that you wouldn’t lie to hurt her feelings or lie to be mean, but she struggles to trust people. Usually she would just ask twice, but today she just felt off and ended up being extra cautious. The towel snacks were for emergency’s, but when she saw the tears streaming down your face when she kept checking the garbages, she knew she had to pull the, out.

Her work is then long abandoned, the two of you curled up on the couch watching a movie. “Here.” You would mumble, your hand reaching up towards her, offering your least favourite colour gummy.

“Thank you baby.” She would coo and happily accept the snack.

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Tony

“DADDY!” You screech, your body frozen, sitting on the kitchen floor, an empty gummy box in front of you. Tony of course rushes in, a small first aid kit in hand, he knows how a “DADDY!” screech usually plays out.

“Smush what is wrong?” He questions, out of breath, his body still reeling from the rush of adrenaline. “S’mone ate m’family.” You cried, your tears running down your face as you look at him defeated, your legs crossed on the compounds kitchen floor. “Dey can’t do that! M’ the only one who can eat dem!” You sob, your heart beating fast as your voice grows quieter.

“Friday?” Tony called out, a slight chuckle building in his throat, of course you call the gummies family, but why can only you murder them?. “Yes Sir?” “Who ate smush’s gummies?” He asked, his hands on his hips as he watched you perk up, wondering who had taken your gummies. “That would be Steve Rodgers Sir.” Tony sighed, slowly regretting putting your snacks in the main kitchen instead of his own.

“Okay smush.” Tony sighed, gesturing you to come towards him. You stand up and walk closer, quickly wrapping your arms around his middle, smushing your face into his chest. “I will have someone get you more gummies, I will also talk to Cap later tonight. How about we go get cozy on the couch and watch a movie?” He asks, his arms wrapping around you.

“Okay, b’we can eat gummies later right?” You ask, the most important thing at hand on your mind. “Of course smush.” He says, kissing the top of your head and turning you around to walk towards the couch, his phone is soon pulled out of his pocket and a pack of gummies are quickly on their way to you.

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Wanda

“Petal?” Wanda asks, her voice floating through the play room, yourself sat on the play mat, a few toys scattered. “Yes?” You said defeated, your voice showing clear signs of slight distress and sadness. “Why have you been so quite today?” You just shrug your shoulders, never meeting her gaze, instead looking around the room at anything but her. “No lies, petal, tell me what’s going on.” She persists, her voice stern but not mean.

“I jus’ dere’s no more gummies.” You sigh, your eyes landing on the window and staying there. “Did you eat them all?” She asks concerned, she wouldn’t expect you to be sad they were gone, you usually just ask her for more. “You didn’t eat dem?” Your tone perks up in confusion, trying to grasp the situation. “No petal.”

“Oh … Den who did?” Your questioning gaze finally meeting hers. She chuckles. “I’m not sure, but why don’t we go out and get some more hmm?” You stand up right away, picking up a few toys and putting them away. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She chuckles again, content standing in the doorway, watching you happily put away your toys.

“Can we also get some juice?” You ask, your eyes slowly widening, your grin turning into its classic, and effective, pout. “Of course petal, anything for you.” Her arms wrap around you in an instant, her warmth washing over you as her embrace gets tighter. “Anything.” She says again, this time in a very quite whisper. “Me to mama.” You smile, pulling away and dashing down the hallway to retrieve your shoes and sweater.

A few tears descend down Wanda’s cheeks, her brain running rampant, trying to figure out why you love her so much. Your heart so full and pure, even after knowing who she is and what she’s done you still love her. She whines her tears and begins walking down the hallway, stopping halfway when she hears you humming the lullaby she sings to you every night.

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Bucky

Bucky stands in the middle of the kitchen, his head facing the ceiling as he takes a deep breath in. You break out in another sob, your left arm flailing and landing on Bucky’s foot. “You feel any better lovie?” He questions, his tone bored and his head still pointed at the ceiling. “No, I can’t live like this!” You sob, tears still flowing down your face. Bucky begins to let his mind wander, trying to figure out why you are acting this distraught over the empty gummie box you found on the kitchen counter 6 minutes ago.

“Did Stevie put you down for a nap?” He questions, realizing Steve was babysitting you today during nap time, Bucky out doing mandatory paperwork for an upcoming mission. “He said I can’t tell you!” You say, your voice still weary and now exhausted. “Hmm.” Bucky sighs, your vague answer clearly a ‘no’. He now looks at you, your face still wet with tears, eyes red, but you now just look tired and worn out. Bucky knows Steve would have gladly eaten your gummies while babysitting, and Bucky also knows you probably feel like the world is ending right now.

He swiftly bends down and scoops you up, his hand going under your legs as your arms wrap around his neck. “Lovie let’s do bedtime a little early tonight okay?” He asks, his free hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. “Okay.” You say, your voice barely audible, your almost asleep by the time he reaches your room.

He stands you up on the soft rug that sits on the floor, your eyes just slightly open as you yawn. “We can have gummies tomorrow right?” You sigh, your fingers weaving in and out. “Of course, why don’t we get some pancakes tomorrow morning and then stop by the store?” He smiles as he rummages through your dresser, trying to locate a soft pair of jammies. “Really!” You say as excitedly as possible. He nods, giving you a quick kiss atop our head.

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