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kissingmilfs · 2 years ago

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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.

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