Requests are open, I might just take a while to respond.
What I write for: Female readers, Mainly Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff sometimes Yelena Belova, most marvel characters at least most that are in the Avenger movies, Some Celebrities, Dark fics, Maybe smut idk depends on my mood.
What I don't: non-female readers (My reasons are right below this), most stuff that is offensive (Homophobic/Racist speech)unless like said by other people if you get what i'm saying, NO incest (Stepcest is fine tho),
If you don't know just ask anyways I will tell you if I don't feel comfortable writing it.
I do not write Non-female readers because I am female so I do not feel comfortable writing for a gender that I am not. Hope that clears stuff up.
Angst: 💔
Fluff: 🩷
Dark: 🖤
Smut: ❤🔥
If its crossed out i'm working on it and will post soon.
Summary: Maybe you should listen to your father more often.
Warnings: Reader kinda spoiled, Kidnapping, Drugging I think, Readers not very smart, Mobs, Drinks, Reader serves alcohol, Reader is depicted with naturally curly hair but straightens it, Wanda is very flirty, I think that's it.
A/n: You guys voted for this so... Here it is. Hope you like it I was very tired while writing it so there might be grammatical mistakes.
Your father (Marco) is one of the most known mob bosses in the area. He isn’t very talkative with his job around you though. He has never and plans to never tell you the truth about his money. You never questioned his job, you just always thought he was a doctor or something that has a big salary. In his eyes you do not have any reason to know. You are 21 and in college studying business for reasons you do not know. Your father paid for your college tuition and you picked the major that is most helpful for your current job, bar tending. You love bar tending as your father helped you get a job at a popular club that has a very good salary you make from 100 dollars to 800 dollars in a single night.
The club works with some of the most famous people in the area. Your father is a frequent visitor and a member of the club. He often has meetings in the club. You are often flirted with but do not realize or understand. Even though you work at a club you are still very innocent and not the smartest on topics outside of books/school. That's why you never saw the signs. It all started one night.
Your father was having a meeting with Wanda Maximoff. The most feared and ruthless mafia boss known. But to you she was just probably one of your fathers business associates. You came up to the table personally to get their orders because that's how most of the VIP’s were treated. As you walked over there you were entranced by the woman's beauty. When you got to the table you could tell that their conversation from before was a little heated as your father was a little red on his cheeks which only happens when someone makes him mad. So you decided to try and get him a drink to calm him down.
You asked your father and the woman, “Have you decided on drinks yet?”. The woman looked at you and was instantly in a better mood. Your father answered,”Can I get an old fashioned please.” You nodded and looked over to the lady, “And for you?”. She smirked and seductively said, “What would you recommend, sweetheart?”. You smiled and politely responded with, “Oh I don't drink”. She made a confused face and asked, “What bartender doesn’t drink?”. “Me I guess.”. She smiled and then asked,” Can I have a vodka spritz?” You nodded and said, “Is that all?” They all nodded and you said,” Okay well I will go make those for you.” When you walked away you felt eyes burning into your back. You made the drinks and came back not wanting to upset them. You walk up to them with the drinks but they don’t seem to notice you. So you clear your throat to try to let them know you're there. Your father thanks you and grabs his drinks as he gets up to talk to one of his men that had to talk to him really quick.
You put the drink in front of Wanda, “So how do you know Marco?” She asked while checking you out while you're oblivious to her actions. You were confused how she knew that he knew me outside of the club. Maybe he said something about it. You answered with,” Oh he is my dad.” This seemed to interest her. A lot. “I didn't know he had a daughter.” She said, “Yeah that sounds about right, He doesn’t like me knowing much about his work and the other way around.”. She continued to stare at you while you continued to talk to her. “So what do you do for work?” You ask innocently. She bites her lip slightly and responds, “I have my own business and me and your father have had some differences but we are trying to work out a compromise. You nodded just in time for your father to stop talking to the man.
He comes back with an unpleasant look on his face as he sits down and orders you to leave. Which he almost never has used this tone with you. You grabbed the napkins that were not being used and left. Wanda gave you a wink on the way out. Your father got into a heated argument and left but you didn’t know that all you knew was that Wanda had left her number on one of the napkins with a note that said, ‘Call me, please;)’. You decided to text it since why not?
Wanda Maximoff 🙂
Hey this is Wanda right?
Sorry, who is this?
Y/n, from the club. I was the bartender.
Oh, Y/n the hot bartender.
Thank you but I'm not hot.
Your funny sweetheart. Did you want to get
Some coffee?
Sure, when and where?
Tomorrow, I can come pick you up whenever.
Could you pick me up around 9am then?
I have a class around 1:30.
Yeah sounds good sweetheart :)
Can't wait :)
You stole my line ;)
You got the final text when your father came into the kitchen and said he needed to talk to you. “Yes dad? What did you have to talk to me about?” He stood across from you. “I need to make one thing clear. If the woman I meet with today ever tries to talk to you or meet with you, you need to text me and try to leave in the quickest way possible. She is bad news.” You were thoroughly pissed off. He can’t tell you who you can and can’t hang out with. “No dad, you can't tell me what I can and can’t do. If I wanna talk with someone I will talk with them.” Maybe if he brought this up earlier you would listen but you had already taken a liking to her. You went up to your room and got ready for tomorrow. You feel asleep after reading some of the hunger games that you read every night.
When you awoke you checked the time which was already 7:45. You took a shower and when you got out you straighten your curly hair. You decided to go with tan pants and a white blouse under a tan sweater vest. A very cute but classy outfit. You did your makeup, brushed your teeth and put some deodorant on and grabbed your purse with your air pods. You listened to music while trying to finish one of your paintings as you had 30 minutes until she would be here. You heard your phone go off with a text message with her saying she was here. You grabbed all your stuff and saw a fancy black BMW. You saw Wanda waving from the front seat and opened the passenger side door and got in, “This is fancy.” You say as she looks at you as if she is waiting for something. You then feel a wet rag wrapped around your nose and mouth as you try to escape from the hands covering your face with a rag. Your vision slowly disappears as you begin to pass out. “Don't worry sweetheart.” Is the last thing you hear before you're no longer conscious.
NOT ENOUGH PPL voted for vampire witch Wanda and vampire nat fighting over reader. COULD U PLEASE- *gets down on both knees* PRETTY PLEASE write it? 🥺 And can u make Wanda win out in the end? MWAHAHHEHEEHEEHE pls tag me if u write itttt thank youuuuu
I will definitely make it but it might take a while since i already have two fics in the writing already. I have already started on this one but it is turning out to be longer than I expected. It is definitely worth the wait ;)
The redhead’s muscular shoulders block the light when she hovers over you. Her wide, lipstick-smeared grin is intimidating the way a shark's grin is intimidating.
And apprehension curls through your gut, just as it would if it were a shark grinning back at you right now.
You whimper as her fingers ease out of your pussy, just to be pushed into your mouth. You tongue the taste of you off her digits. They’re pruny, because they’ve been inside of your dripping cunt for the better part of the evening.
“Be a good girl, and clean ‘em for me, sugar,” she commands in her rough, sultry voice.
Each time she praises you, chills scatter over your too-hot flesh. It makes you eager to please her, and you know you’d do anything she asked of you just to receive more of it.
Natasha’s naked skin is so pale it nearly glows everywhere it peeks from behind the tattoos cluttering her naked body. She’s singularly the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen, and you felt unbelievably lucky when she picked you up after your bartending shift ended.
Now? You’re pretty sure if it were possible to die from being overwhelmed by orgasms, this is the woman they’d send to do the job.
Her chin is shiny with your juices when she looks down at you. Hoping for a break, time for your body to relax for a bit, you ask, “May I please eat your pussy now, ma’am?” Her fingers are still in your mouth, so the words come out garbled.
She pulls them out and you repeat your question.
She grins again, and you’re foolish enough to think she’s going to let you do what you asked.
Instead, she takes the fingers still slick with your spit and pushes them back inside of you. The squelch when she pushes into your cunt is obscene, and you blush, heat rushing over your body like slow-spreading flames.
With a low chuckle she says, “Oh, sugar. I’m not nearly done with you yet.” Her fingers rub against your g-spot, and you mewl. “When you’ve come so much—once you’re so sensitive you can’t even stand the touch of fresh fucking air on your needy little clit—that’s when I’ll let you eat my pussy.”
Then, just to tease you, she curls her middle and ring finger into her cunt—the cunt you’re dying for a taste of—with a moan, and you whine pitifully.
She leans over to whisper in your ear, “Seeing you squirm and cry for me has got me so fucking wet, sugar. I can’t wait to sit on this pretty little face.” She wraps the hand she was just using to toy with herself around your jaw to gently shake your head back and forth. Her fingers are sticky with her slick, and it leaves a streak of her arousal across your cheek.
“Ma’am, please. I can’t anymore. It hurts.” You know you’re whining, but you have no idea how to stop. She’s made you come more times than you can count. And, well, you know she’s not going to stop, so you might as well beg anyway.
“Now, now, sugar,” Natasha purrs, “we both know you fucking can, and I promise you that you absolutely fucking will come again, if I have to use my fucking fist to yank an orgasm out of you.”
“Ma’am–” you try to make another appeal to her. You try to come up with something coherent. Some words to tell her you’re too sore, too tired, too something, but instead, “–oh, fuck.”
Making you feel like you don’t even know your own body anymore, your traitorous pussy gushes slick over Natasha’s fingers, and your muscles strain as your back bows. The gorgeous woman purrs silky praise at you, that sends butterflies swarming through your stomach.
“Look at you sugar,” she beams at you, her angel bites glitter in the light when she licks her lips like a cat. “So beautiful when you come for me. I knew you could do it.”
“Yes, ma’am,” you sigh deliriously, drunk off her attention.
She slowly descends your body, nibbling her way down, her perfect mouth leaving a trail of bruises in her wake. Her green eyes stay trained on your face when she slurps at your clit. Your hips rise off of the mattress, and she throws a deceptively strong arm over you to keep you in place. Your body already feels like one raw nerve ending, and she keeps plucking at that tight, strained feeling inside of you like it’s a guitar string she intends to play until it breaks.
Her persistent fingers on your g-spot pull a messy, squirting orgasm out of you, soaking Natasha’s chin and hand again. She laps at you like she’s starving, and you’re her only source of sustenance.
Your thighs are visibly trembling, and Nat smooths a hand down your flank. She coos, “Such a good girl for me. So fucking good. You came so fucking hard for me. It was fucking beautiful.”
Her tattooed fingertips make swirling patterns over your sides until your thighs are done shaking. She runs a knuckle up your slit, smiling lazily when your hips jerk reflexively at the lightest graze of your clit.
“Mmm, baby girl,” she hums, “look at you. So sensitive. I think you’re there. I think you’re right fucking there, sugar.”
She blows gently at your mound to cool your heated skin, then spreads you open with her thumbs. Then a quick puff of air hits your clit, and a bolt of electricity zings up your body. Your entire body jerks, and you mewl pitifully, “Please, no more, ma’am. No more. I can’t. I can’t. I really, really can’t. Don’t make me.”
She abandons the space between your thighs, and straddles your body. Silver tear tracks on your cheeks are wiped away by her thumbs, and you hiccup a sob at the gentle gesture.
Her voice is rough, and syrupy sweet when she soothes, “Shh. That part’s all done for now, sweet girl. You were so good for me.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” you sigh dreamily.
The too-sharp grin is back now. “You’re not nearly done, sugar. So don’t thank me yet,” she wryly remarks, grabbing a handful of your hair as she lowers herself over your face.
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Summary: Your "friend" is needing something to take the edge of her breakup but when she drags you into her problems you get your own problem. That problem you have is about a certain stoner.
A/n: Sorry I haven't been posting lately. Going to post a Royal part 2 soon. Also sorry for any grammatical errors. :)
Your friend Carol was a little more on the bad side than you. She would get high and hang out with some questionable people. But she still was your friend so you stuck around. She recently just broke up with her now ex boyfriend. You two were hanging out at a park when her phone rang. She mouthed to you, “Can I take this?”. You nodded. She picked up and walked away. You heard, “I can’t do it later?…I’m with a friend right now.”. When she came back she said, “Hey I know that you came with me but I need to go pick something up. You can come if you want. It will be quick but I'm not gonna pressure you.” . “Sure, what are you picking up?” You asked. She quietly replied, “Some drugs.”. You of course were worried for your friend but didn’t say anything because it was already obvious.
When she got to the house you came up with her to the door. You didn’t know who her dealer was but this place didn't look bad. Carol knocked and waited. It seemed like no one was there but then the door opened. Wanda Maximoff. She was the dealer. Wanda Maximoff the most popular girl in the school and apparently she was dealing drugs? She stared at you with a smirk. “It seems like you brought a snack Carol.”. “I’m not a snack, I'm a full course meal, Turd.” You said with anger present in your voice. “Oh I'm sorry princess.” She said sarcastically. “You better be.”, you mumbled. “Come in real quick and I will go get it for you Carol.” Wanda walked off and left the door open. Carol walked in and then motioned for you to come in. You were debating it when Carol gave you puppy dog eyes so you decided why not. You came into a house that was kinda messy but not super bad. Carol made herself at home and laid down on the couch but you didn’t want to touch anything because you knew that Carol was not her only customer and you didn't want to be around stuff that they had probably touched.
Wanda came out and gave the bag to Carol. They exchanged thanks then Carol asked if she could test it in the bathroom and Wanda said, “Sure.”. Carol left and it was just you and Wanda. Wanda sat down on the couch and turned on a sitcom. Which you liked but you couldn’t really see from where you were. Wanda made a weird face and said to you, “Come sit.” You didn't respond, just stayed there. “I said you can sit.” She said a little irritated. She was staring at you. So you caved and sat as far away from her as possible while still being able to watch the television. “Baby come here.” She said, You listened and scooted over. “Good girl.” The praise made your stomach flip. She slowly wrapped her arm around you. You didn’t mind it which scared you since you knew Wanda was a player. It had only been like 5 minutes and Carol was still in the bathroom which got you worried.
So you said to Wanda, “I should go check up on Carol.” She quickly stood up to stop you and she said, “ She is probably just having a hard time so she needs more time. Come on baby, you don’t want to interrupt her.” She had a good point so you sat back down. “ only for 10 minutes though.” You said with a stern voice. You slowly fell into Wanda slightly every second. She was just so comfy. You don’t know if it was her chest area or how warm she was that made you more comfortable but you weren’t complaining about either. You suddenly realized that 30 minutes had gone by. As you quickly got up Wanda got up. “I have to go check on Carol .” She stood up and grabbed your face into a kiss.you were still in shock while she dominated your mouth. She continued and you moaned in response. She then tried to move her hands low.
When you realized you quickly back away. “Baby what was that for?” You didn't want to end up like the other girls she was with. “You're a player who doesn't care about anyone's feelings. And I personally am not looking for that.”. You got away as fast as possible and opened the door that had a sign with “bathroom” on it. When you opened it you saw Carol snoring. You shook her awake knowing that Wanda was behind you. She quickly awoke and before you could say anything you grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the house somehow managing to not run into Maximoff on the way out. As you were passing through the front door Wanda shouted for you to stop but you did not even look at her as you slammed the door while still holding Carol's wrist. “What happ-” She tried to ask before you interrupted her. “I’m leaving.” You said as you walked away from her and started to walk home.
Summary: You were separated from your childhood crush and meet again.
Warnings: Y/n is technically a criminal, bloody Y/n, Wanda is a little scary, not that i'm complaining, I don't really know what else to put, let me know if I missed something.
A/n: I wrote this a long time ago so it might be trash. I don't really remember so might as well post it.
The Scarlet Queen, the Queen, and the Scarlet Witch were the only titles you could use to describe the queen of Sokovia. The once small but cozy town that had become the biggest powerhouse kingdom to exist.
It was all because of one woman, The Scarlet Witch, no one knew her real name. I did though. I knew her in elementary school. It was a rich private school which my father worked at. We were friends until 8th grade when her father died and she had to leave school and become queen. I admit I might have had some other feelings for her but I ignored them. When she made the rule that she was only to be addressed by her titles I made sure that I never slipped up while talking about her. When I was in 9th grade my father got this disease and passed away. I no longer could stay at the school and had to provide for myself so I started a life of pick-pocketing. I felt awful and would never take more than I needed but it was the only way to survive.
One fateful day I picked the wrong pocket.
I was looking around for someone to pickpocket when I saw a tall guy that looked like he made some money. So when I passed him I reached in his pocket and pulled out some coins and started to walk away. When he yelled,”Come back here you pickpocketer.” He started to chase me so I ran. He then caught up to me and threw me to the floor. He yanked my hair back and asked,” Do you know who I am.”. I shook my head. He then angrily said, “I am the captain of the guard.”. I finally realized how bad I fucked up. Rule 12 states that If you steal from someone that has a lot of power you can be sentenced to death. “Wait, please sir.” I pleaded. “You better not say a word till I say you can.” He said. I agreed and followed him. He grabbed a couple of horses and they started riding with me connected to the ends of the horses. I was covered in mud and dirt which was probably from before to. He then took me to a huge courtroom thing with paintings all over the wall. He threw me to the middle of the floor and said to wait till the judge comes to huddle this. Apparently the royalitie type people have their own judge. Who? I didn’t know.
I just stared at the floor till I heard a loud voice that was sort of familiar but rough and stern,” You can face the court now.”. I looked up to see my childhood best friend, The Queen, in charge. She continued on and didn’t recognize me, “State your name.” She sternly said. Everyone was staring at me but I didn’t know what to say. She looked more angry, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”. I then said as loud as I could without coming off as rude, “Y/n Y/l/n”. Her face faltered for a second and she then quickly yelled, “Everyone leave.” As the captain went to grab me she angrily yelled, “NOT HER”. He quickly scurried. She ran down to me as fast as possible, ran down to me and hugged me. I said, barely able to breath, “I’m a little dirty and bloody.”. She still didn’t let go until 30 seconds after. “What happened to you?” She said, “Wow, still straight to the point.”. She looked at me with concern. I answered her question with,” Life I guess.”. She didn't push further but just said,'' You need a bath come on.``. I followed her to a washroom with a fancy marble tub already filled with hot water. “Here is a towel and there is some fresh clothes in that drawer. Then we can talk.”
Y/n: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?
Natasha: >: O language
Wanda: Yeah watch your fucking language
Yelena: OKAY WHO TAUGHT Y/N THE FUCK WORD?
Kate: 'The fuck word'.
Maria: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time
Wanda: Oh my god they censored it
Kate: Say fuck, Maria.
Wanda: Do it, Maria.Say fuck.
Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker
Y/n: So.Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
Everyone:
Natasha: …I did.I broke it.
Y/n: No.No you didn't. Wanda?
Wanda: Don't look at me. Look at Yelena.
Yelena: What ? !I didn't break it.
Wanda: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
Yelena: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.
Wanda: Suspicious.
Yelena: No, it's not!
Maria: If it matters, probably not, but Kate was the last one to use it.
Kate: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
Maria: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Kate: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles.Everyone knows that, Maria!
Natasha: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Y/n.
Y/n: No! Who broke it!?
Everyone:
Maria: Y/n…Wanda's been awfully quiet.
Wanda: REALLY?!
Everyone starts arguing
Y/n, being interviewed: I broke it.I burned my hand so I punched it.
Y/n: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
Y/n:
Y/n: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
Y/n, rubbing their temples: I am not proud of what I am about to say, but someone get me a cigarette.
Kate: But Y/n, we don't smoke.
Y/n: Cut the crap, Kate. I'm not an idiot. I know that one in five people smoke.
Y/n: *points at Maria* One! *points at Natasha* Two! *points at Wanda* Three! *points at Yelena* Four! *points at Kate* Five!
Y/n: Now, I am going to close my eyes, and when I open them, there better be a cigarette between these two fingers!
Yelena: *puts a cigarette in Y/n's hand*
Y/n: Thank you. ...Light?
The Squad: *all simultaneously pull out lighters*
Peter: Hey, what have you two been doing?
Wanda: we were helping Yelena with their wedding vows and we were kicked out of their house for making it inappropriate.
Natasha: How is “Nice ass, Y/n” inappropriate?
Kate : How much you wanna bet Y/n got a Lap dance from Wanda?
Yelena : If that happened, Natasha can drink free tonight.
Natasha: As much as I love the thought of having free drinks I don't like the idea of Y/n receiving a Lap dance from someone other than me.
Kate : Hey Wanda, did you give Y/n a lap dance?
Wanda: So what if I did?
Kate , to Yelena : I guess Natasha is drinking free tonight.
Natasha: Be right back, I'm gonna go cry-
Y/n, entering the room: What the f-
Wanda: You know, Natasha gives Maria flowers everyday, I wish you'd do that too.
Y/n: Okay.
Later
Y/n : gives Maria flowers
Maria: ???
Y/n: I don't know, I'm confused as well.
Natasha: That shirt looks great, Wanda.
Wanda: Thanks.
Natasha: But I bet it would look even better on Y/n's floor.
Y/n: Are you hitting on Wanda… for me?
