request: would you mind writing a dom!daddy!wanda smut? i have no plot ideas but i just really need a daddy wanda with a strap🥺 - fae
pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader
summary: wanda shows you what happens to brats.
word count: 1,931
warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, dom!daddy!wanda, bratty!reader, jealous!wanda, reader flirts with natasha, pet name (little one), fingering, oral, strap-on use, orgasm denial, not proofread
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Dating an Avenger came with its perks. You knew you were always protected. You never had a boring day. You got to hang out with arguably the coolest people in the galaxy. But, where there were good things about dating an Avenger, there were equally terrible things about dating an Avenger. You were constantly worrying about what would happen if a mission went wrong, if the next Big Bad dropped down from the sky. You were under constant surveillance—both by the powers that be and by anyone who subscribes to tacky gossip magazines. Or Youtube channels, whichever is more relevant. But, worst of all, was the amount of time you spent alone.
Wanda was training what felt like all hours of the day. Even with you working and living at the compound with her, you barely saw her. Then she'd often go off on long missions, so you'd spend more time without her than with her. You missed her. You missed being in her arms, whispering sweet-nothings to each other, wore out from a long night of her using you any way she saw fit.
And you? You didn't take well to not getting your time with your Wanda.
And Tony's party was the perfect opportunity for you to make sure you got the attention you wanted, deserved, and needed.
You didn't know what he was celebrating—if he was celebrating anything at all. You knew Tony long enough that anything, even something as simple as the copier not getting a paper jam, amounted to a cause for celebration. And so, you decided to take a page out of Tony's book and dress to the fucking nines.
It was Wanda's favorite dress on you, one that she said she liked you to wear only when she could be the one to enjoy you. She didn't like it when you wore it out for everyone to see. Some parts of you were just for her, she said. Well, you knew that you would get her undivided attention when you waltz into the party wearing the low-cut, silky red dress that made her lose her goddamn mind every single time she saw you in it.
Your heels clacked against the floor as you walked into the party. It felt like every pair of eyes were on you, drinking in your legs, settling on your chest, before darting over to look at your girlfriend. Wanda stood off to the side, talking to Steve, when she saw you. Her eyes went wide, before they narrowed. She started to take a step towards you, but you made a quick detour to the bar.
A Miss Natasha Romanoff was your target. You knew Wanda wouldn't be too upset seeing you flirt with Natasha compared to a total stranger. Plus, Natasha could raise the stakes just enough that it could be more fun for you in the end.
