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✒ Pairings: dom!wanda x subAgent!femreader

✒ Summary: Tension builds when Wanda and Y/N, who hate each other, are sent on a mission with Y/N's best friend, Natasha, and her wife Maria. The mission doesn't exactly go to plan.

✒ Tags and Warnings: 18+! Mature themes, kidnapping, chemicals, hospital, bickering, enemies to lovers, slow burn

✒ Author's Note: not proofread, because I'm really high rn and want to get this out because it's been in my drafts for like a month but I've been so busy with moving, and working 2 jobs, and just life changes.

✒ Word Count: 9523

✒ Read Time: 24 minutes

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The dimly lit, high-tech briefing room at the SHIELD headquarters buzzed with anticipation. Agents of all kinds filled the seats, their eyes trained on the enormous screen at the front. Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow herself, stood at the head of the room, her signature poise and confidence emanating from her.

You sat nearby, attention locked onto the screen. You had earned your place among the elite Shield agents through sheer skill and determination, graduating early from the academy. Your sharp mind and lightning-quick reflexes made you one of the best in the business.

Natasha, after glancing over to her wife, Maria, began the mission briefing. "Our intel suggests that a rogue group of Hydra operatives has obtained a dangerous chemical compound. We need to secure it before they can use it for any nefarious purposes. We’ll be sending a small team in to infiltrate, if all goes to plan we should be in and out within 2 days. Y/N, you’ll partner with Wanda, and Maria will come with me,” Wanda couldn’t help but roll her eyes and let out a small huff at being paired with you, “The tac team will meet us on day 2 by the south entrance to secure the base. Everyone clear?” Nat finished as she looked around the room to see a bunch of heads bobbing in confirmation.

Once everyone had filed out, you and Wanda hung back to discuss infiltration plans with Maria and Natasha. Nat explained that the trek to get to the area undetected would take a day, you would sleep at a small cabin safe house on the outskirts of the forest, and then the next day you would stealthily breach the border to the Hydra base and seize control of the chemical before letting the tac team in to finish up.

“Sounds like a plan, but why do y/n and I have to be partners on this?” Wanda added trying everything she could to get out of being stuck with you by her side.

“Now, I know you two love to bicker, but we’re all adults here. I’m sure you two can push your differences aside for 2 days.” Natasha explained as she shot Wanda a pointed look. She knew the brunette had her grievances about you and, as much as Nat loved you, she also knew how annoying you could be on the surface, but you two were also the ones Nat trusted most, aside from her wife, to have her six.

“I don’t see that being a problem, do you Wanda?” you confirmed with a smug smirk on your face, knowing you would have ample time to get under Wanda’s skin. Bickering with the brunette was something you would never admit you actually enjoyed, but you did. You loved getting her going and sometimes you could even imagine the smoke blowing out of her ears from how much you drove her crazy. You found herself drawn to Wanda's reactions, the way her cheeks would flush with annoyance, or her lips would curl into a sly smile when she caught on to your teasing. You unknowingly reveled in the attention it garnered from Wanda.

Wanda’s gaze shifted back to the screen as her brows knit tightly together forming a slight furrow in the middle of her forehead, “Guess not, when do we leave” she asked tightly pressing her lips together.

“Wheels up in 30” Nat informed as everyone filed out to pack.

You leaned against a nearby table, eyeing Wanda as she adjusted her gear. "Wanda, are you sure you're ready for this mission? I mean, it's not as easy as manipulating some red energy."

Wanda shot you a withering look, her scarlet eyes flashing. "Not everything can be solved by punching first and asking questions later, Sprints. Some of us have to use our brains."

Wanda had given you the nickname, Sprints, one day when you were training in the compound with Nat. Shield agents don't typically train at the compound, but your close friendship with Natasha made you an exception. This day, you had been bragging about setting a new in-house record for the 100-meter dash.

You chuckled, unfazed. "Brains, huh? Well, I'm glad one of us has 'em."

Wanda smirked, her accent lacing her words with a hint of sarcasm. "And I'm glad one of us doesn't rely solely on brute force."

You couldn't resist a playful jab. "True, but at least when I hit something, it stays down. Can't say the same for your mind tricks."

Wanda's lips curled into a wry smile. "Wanna test that theory?" she said pointedly as she raised her hand and her magic swirled around in her fingertips.

Just then, Nat entered breaking up the standoff between you and Wanda, “Knock it off you two, the jet is taking off in 5, get loaded up,” Nat instructed as she watched Wanda walk by you and slightly nudge your shoulder as you innocently raised your hands toward Natasha, “Now.” she said firmly causing you to scurry off with your bag in Wanda’s trail.

As the quin-jet roared to life, and with Nat and Maria both in the cockpit, you couldn't resist the urge to tease Wanda. You knew how to push the right buttons, and her playful, sometimes very real, annoyance was on full display.

You leaned across the narrow aisle, grinning mischievously at Wanda, who was quietly reading a book on her tablet. "Hey, Wanda," you began, your tone a touch too cheerful, "since we're going up against Hydra today, maybe you can use your mind tricks to make them forget they ever messed with us."

Wanda glanced at her with a bemused expression, clearly unimpressed. "Y/N, my powers don't work that way, and you know it."

Y/N pretended to ponder this for a moment, tapping her chin with a playful smirk. "Hmm, shame. It would've made our job so much easier. But hey, don't worry. I'm sure you'll find some other way to be useful."

Wanda sighed, shaking her head as she shifted her focus back to her book. She was clearly unamused by your antics.

As the quin-jet touched down in a remote area, nearly 10 miles from their target location, the four of you gathered your gear and prepared to embark on your covert trek. The evening was closing in quickly and with the loss of the sun, it would start getting cold soon.

Natasha, the team leader, huddled the group together for a final briefing. "Remember, we need to reach the cabin undetected. This is a highly secured area, and any alert could jeopardize the mission. Y/N and Wanda, I need you two to put your differences aside and work together. Our success depends on it."

Y/N exchanged a begrudging glance with Wanda but nodded in agreement. "Got it, Nat. I'll try not to annoy Wanda too much."

Wanda rolled her eyes but remained silent, her focus on the task at hand.

The team set out on their trek, moving silently through the dense forest, their footsteps muffled by the fallen leaves and underbrush. Y/N and Wanda found themselves side by side, each step of the way requiring them to cooperate and coordinate their movements to avoid detection.

Every now and then, an armored personnel carrier would drive by causing the team to utilize nearby ravines, trenches, and coves to avoid detection. At one point, they hid out in a culvert for a few minutes waiting for the oncoming trail of vehicles to pass. A crinkling sound eventually made its way to Wanda’s ears and her head snapped to you as you tore open a granola bar, “Really, is now the best time for that?” Wanda whispered, trying to keep quiet as she scolded you, “Oh yes, you do not want to see me when I’m hangry,” you quietly responded as Natasha hushed you both to keep quiet.

Despite your earlier banter and rivalry, you and Wanda fell into a rhythm as you navigated the challenging terrain. You took point, your sharp instincts and knowledge of the wilderness guiding the path. Wanda, with her enhanced senses, scanned for any signs of danger or hidden threats.

As you moved deeper into the night, the initial tension between the two of you began to dissipate. You began communicating with subtle gestures and exchanged information about the terrain and possible obstacles. Gradually, a sense of unity began to form between you two, as you realized that your success truly depended on your ability to work together.

Hours passed, and the mission team finally arrived at the remote cabin where they would be staying for the night. Nat and Maria thoroughly cleared it to make sure there were no unexpected guests. Once it was clear, you and Wanda made your way in. The cabin was rustic, with only two bedrooms, and it quickly became apparent that accommodations would be tight.

Natasha and Maria, who were married, naturally gravitated toward one of the bedrooms and claimed it as their own. They exchanged a knowing look, then turned to the rest of the team.

Wanda, ever the enigmatic one, made her preferences clear with a cool, unwavering stare. "I'm not sharing a room with Y/N," she stated firmly.

Realizing the implications, you tried to defuse the situation. "No problem, Wanda. I can sleep on the couch or even on the floor. It's not a big deal."

But Natasha, always the pragmatic leader, stepped in. "Actually, it is a big deal. We need both of you at your best tomorrow. We can't afford any tension or lack of rest. You two are sharing the other bed, there’s plenty of room."

Wanda's lips formed a thin line of irritation, but Natasha's word was final. She begrudgingly agreed, her tone laced with annoyance. "Fine, but I'm taking the left side of the bed."

You nodded following Wanda to the other room, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. "Works for me, Wanda. I promise not to steal the covers."

With the sleeping arrangements decided, the team settled into their respective rooms, though the atmosphere in the second bedroom was palpably tense. You and Wanda each occupying your respective sides with a noticeable gap between. Tension hung in the air, and you both lay stiffly under the covers, each determined not to give an inch.

The initial discomfort led to a silent battle for the covers. Your fingers twitched slightly as you subtly attempted to pull the blanket your way. Wanda, sensing the movement, tightened her grip on the fabric. This quiet tug-of-war continued for a while, neither of you willing to relinquish control.

But as time passed, exhaustion began to take its toll. The temperature in the room dropped, and the comfort of the covers became increasingly irresistible. Unbeknownst to either of you, both of you gradually drifted into a fitful slumber, with both your subconscious minds seeking warmth and comfort.

In the dead of night, your bodies shifted ever so slightly. In your sleep, you unconsciously turned toward Wanda, your back now touching Wanda's side. Wanda, still asleep, feeling the unexpected contact, hesitated for a moment but soon found herself subconsciously gravitating closer to your warmth.

Your movements continued to synchronize in the depths of sleep. Slowly but surely, the gap between you vanished as you instinctively nestled into each other. Your arm draped over Wanda's waist, and Wanda's head nestled into the crook of your neck. The covers you had fought over earlier now cocooning you both, providing warmth and security.

Though you had started the night as adversaries, the quiet intimacy of your subconscious movements told a different story. In the stillness of the cabin, with the moonlight filtering through the curtains, you and Wanda had found an unexpected source of comfort in each other's presence. It was as if you two were pieces in a puzzle that fit perfectly with one another as your exhaustion-riddled bodies melded together after a long day.

The morning sun filtered through the cabin's curtains, casting a warm and gentle glow across the room. As you and Wanda began to stir, you each gradually became aware of your compromising position. Your bodies were entangled, limbs intertwined, and faces mere inches apart.

For a brief moment, your eyes fluttered open and met Wanda’s gaze, your heartbeat picked up nearly drowning out any source of sound for you as your cheeks reddened, you knew you should want to move, should be upset, but you froze like a deer in headlights, like if you stayed still then she wouldn’t notice and would stay as well. For a moment, you enjoyed the comfort of the witch’s grasp. That was quickly replaced by your mutual disdain from the previous night as the tension resurfaced with the disgusted look Wanda shot over to you. You locked eyes, both startled by the proximity and the realization of how closely you had been clinging to each other in your sleep.

Wanda quickly pulled away, her cheeks coloring slightly with a mix of embarrassment and irritation. She shifted to her side of the bed and cleared her throat, avoiding your gaze. "This is... not how I expected to wake up."

Equally flustered, you hastily withdrew your arm and adjusted your position to sit on the edge of the bed, cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "Yeah, well, it's not exactly my ideal morning either."

The tension that had momentarily dissipated during the night returned in full force. Both of you were acutely aware of the compromising position you had awoken in, and it only served to highlight your ongoing rivalry and mutual discomfort.

As you both jumped to get out of bed and prepared for the day ahead, your distaste for each other remained palpable. The events of the night had not erased your differences or any of the underlying tension, and you were both eager to put some distance between each other and the uncomfortable intimacy you had experienced in your sleep. Was it really uncomfortable though? You couldn’t deny, it was the best you had slept in weeks. No, it was. Just remembering the look of pure disgust on Wanda’s face puts the bad taste right back in your mouth.

“You two are up early, figured I’d have to come in clanging some pans the way you two like to sleep in.” Nat teased as you and Wanda entered the kitchen, “How’d you sleep?”

“Goo-” you began but were cut off but the louder brunette beside you, “TERRIBLE” she groaned in response, not wanting to re-live what she woke up to.

Nat glanced at Y/N knowingly, “What was that, Y/N?” she continued to tease as she poured the coffee that she had just made into 2 mugs in front of her for each of you.

“Yea, grossly bad. Just- what she said” you stammered to get out, trying to remember what exactly was so bad about it. Then you remembered the look on Wanda’s face full of disgust again, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty that she felt that way toward you.

Once you were all geared up and ready to leave the cabin, Natasha went over the plan one more time before you all stealthily headed back out into the forest. The weak spot that you were looking to infiltrate was about 5 miles from the cabin and you thanked whatever gods may exist that it wasn't winter yet. The air was cold against your cheeks, enough to tinge them a slight red from the wind burn, but not so frigid that you were shivering or unable to focus.

Wanda, on the other hand, curled in on herself any chance she could in order to keep warm and ward off the shivers that threatened to take over her body. As you were waiting in another culvert for a line of trucks to pass by, you noticed from the way Wanda was curled up that she was struggling. Knowing you could survive without the jacket you were wearing, you went to offer it to the witch, “Cold?” you whispered softly and placed your hand on her shoulder to get her attention from behind.

Her eyes snapped over to meet your gaze and she pulled her arm away from your touch like you were a deadly disease, “I’m fine,” she whispered back icy and dismissive, making a mental note to hide her discomfort better. Her disgust for you was clear, little did she know, you were only trying to help.

Taken aback by her response, your initial concern became clouded with frustration. All you wanted to do was see her light up in your direction and yet everything you did caused her to hate you more. If she’s going to act this way, may as well give her a reason. Two can play this game, “Oh right, I forgot you’re made of tougher skin than the rest of us peasants,” you mocked, keeping your tone low so as to not give up your position.

The look that Wanda shot back your way sent shivers down your spine, “Should’ve come more prepared, like me,” you say flaunting your jacket and digging the metaphorical knife deeper as Nat waved an ‘all clear’ signal.

“There it is,” Wanda snapped back at you, “every chance you get to be a coc-“ Natasha cut Wanda off, silencing her, before she could finish her point.

You caught Wanda’s gaze as it happened and pointed at your ears tauntingly. Her jaw tightened and her anger brewed as she continued to move through the culvert, following Nat and Maria’s lead.

As the team made its way out of the culvert and trekked along the route, you noticed Wanda was no longer shivering, all the pent-up anger toward you providing her warmth that would last at least a couple of minutes as you smirked to yourself.

Once inside, Natasha and Maria took point in clearing a path and disabling guards with precision and stealth. You and Wanda had been tasked with obtaining the chemical agent that had been noted on the radar. The crucial task brought you both further into the facility, and as much as you each had trouble being in one another’s presence, you put your differences aside to work well as a team.

As you moved deeper into enemy territory, you settled back into the unspoken language of signals you had used the previous day together. Wanda was easily able to disable the camera feeds with her telekinesis while you took out any remaining guards and covered your tracks.

Soon enough, you both came to a secure-looking door, its lock was intricate and seemed heavily fortified with barometric readings and sensors. Without hesitation, Wanda focused her energy on the lock’s mechanism, using her powers to manipulate the gears and pins. You had her back, keeping watch on the corrodor, as she fell vulnerable to an attack from behind with her mind focused elsewhere.

A stray guard came out of a room down the hall making his way in your direction as he began to yell and pull out his gun, “Don’t lose focus Wanda, I got your back,” you assured her as you swiftly disabled the guard. As much as Wanda may hate you, she knew deep down that she could trust you and kept her focus on the door.

Once you settled back beside Wanda, you couldn’t help but let out a snarky comment as she was otherwise engaged with her powers, “You know, Wanda, it’s almost like having magic hands comes in handy on a mission like this,”

Wanda shot you a side-eye glance with just a hint of a smirk on her lips, “Oh, so now you like my powers, huh?”

Grinning, you responded, “Let’s just say, I’m starting to see the perks.”

With that, Wanda was finally able to get the door lock to yield to her magic and open up. With the granted entry, you both slipped into the room beyond, only to be met with dozens of eyes from scientists working in the lab you just entered, “What’s up fellas, I heard you’ve been playing with a new toy,”

The scientists, startled by the sudden intrusion, immediately recognized the threat and reacted swiftly. They shouted in alarm as you charged at them causing one of them to activate a security alarm, triggering a set of reinforced doors to slam shut, attempting to neutralize the largest threat they saw, Wanda.

Before she could react, you pushed her out of the way, finding yourself locked inside a sealed chamber, cut off from Wanda and the rest of the room. Panic coursed through your veins as you realized the predicament. Seeing that you’re in no position to look out for Wanda any longer, you began pounding on the glass door, shouting for her to get out, but the scientists weren’t done quite yet.

In a desperate bid to incapacitate you, originally Wanda, and prevent any further interference, one of the scientists had activated an aerosol dispenser in the sealed chamber. A fine mist of the chemical agent you had been tasked with retrieving filled the air around you. All you could do was gasp as the toxic substance began to take effect. Desperately trying to hold your breath and shield yourself from exposure, your focus shifted from escape to self-preservation. Your skin became overrun with a dark crystalized rash, similar to obsidian growing like a vine on the side of an unkept building, scaling up and down your arms as it spread out.

On the other side of the sealed door, Wanda fought to free you from your captors, her powers surging as she attempted to disable the security measures and reach you as quickly as possible. She knew the amount of time it would take her to break through the mechanism would be fatal for you, so she desperately took to screaming at the scientists to unlock the door and sending a wave of magic knocking them against the wall when they wouldn't cooperate. The scientists, however, were determined to keep you separated and eliminate the threat they posed to their operation. The mission had taken a treacherous turn, and you were left alone in a race against time to survive the effects of the chemical while Wanda fought desperately to save you.

As the seconds flew by, your vision grew hazy and Wanda knew you were reaching critical condition as the rash spread to your face. When brute force failed, she surged into the minds of the scientists standing before her to figure out how to disable the chamber. Once she was deep enough within their mind to bend their bodies to her will, she was finally able to free you.

As soon as the doors opened to allow Wanda to reach you, she rushed in without a second thought, her magic almost working subconsciously to move whatever was left of the chemical in the air. You laid on the floor hanging onto any bit of consciousness you could grasp onto as you faded in and out, just hoping to make it out alive.

The witch scooped you up and darted for the exit, “Nat, we have an emergency situation here. Need medical evac NOW!” Wanda said over the comms. Her sprint turned into a quick glide through the air as she found it easier and quicker to let her magic take you both through the base and toward the exit.

“Roger that, contacted HQ for the tac team and medical. 10 minutes out.” Nat responded, “What hap-”

“Fuck- 10 minutes? I don’t know if she has that long,” Wanda responded with worry, as she looked down at you shaking in pain as you drifted in and out of awareness, “Y/N, hey look at me, can you hear me?” Wanda spoke gently but with urgency, as you met her gaze briefly before your eyes rolled back slightly in a blur, “Medical is on the way, you just need to hold out for 10 minutes, I’m going to get you there, just- hang on” Wanda stated as her grip on you tightened and her magic quickened in pace.

Within minutes, Wanda met up with a medical team that arrived on the scene. They assessed your condition and quickly realized the severity of the situation. You were unconscious, struggling to breathe, and not only displaying signs of chemical poisoning but also a rash they had never seen before.

Working together, Wanda and the medical team carefully stabilized your condition as best they could on-site. They administered oxygen and provided preliminary treatment to counteract the effects of the chemical agent.

Recognizing the urgency of the situation, the medical team made the critical decision to transfer you to a nearby hospital equipped to handle chemical exposure cases. They carefully loaded you onto a gurney and rushed you onto an awaiting helicopter.

During the tense journey to the hospital, Wanda rode alongside you holding her hand and offering silent reassurance, while Nat and Maria stayed back to work with the tactical team. The situation remained dire, but they were doing everything they could to give you the best chance of survival.

At the hospital, a team of specialized medical professionals took over your care, working tirelessly to detoxify your system and stabilize your condition. The chemical exposure had taken a toll on your body, and even after all this time, your prognosis remained uncertain.

Wanda, exhausted and fraught with worry, refused to leave your side. As if every reason she had to hate you flew out the window, she was determined to stand by her partner throughout this ordeal, hoping and praying for your recovery.

Wanda was pulled from her spiraling thoughts in the waiting room as she heard a nurse utter, “She’s stable,” in a very neutral tone, so neutral that maWanda was unsure if it was actually good news, “but she’s not out of the woods yet.” she warned as she motioned for Wanda to follow her in to be by your side once again.

The brunette stood to follow, “Is she awake?”

The nurse shook her head, mentioning that she doesn’t expect you to wake up for at least 12 hours. They needed to ensure that your body has flushed out the toxin before allowing it to exert any more energy.

Wanda took the seat by your bed and notified Natasha of the situation. She was hopeful, knowing you're a fighter, and Wanda tried to be optimistic as well, “It should’ve been me, Nat,” Wanda stated full of guilt and regret. Nat did her best to assure Wanda that she would’ve done the same and your situation was in no way her fault. Deep down, she wonders if she actually would’ve done the same.

“You better wake up, Sprints, or I swear. How dare y- why do you have to be the best at everything?” She sighed as her body trembled and a tear spilled from her eyelid.

After two long and agonizing days of unconsciousness, you finally began to stir in the hospital bed. Your vision was hazy at first, and you struggled to regain full awareness but as your senses gradually sharpened, you slowly became aware of the sterile hospital room that surrounded you.

The first thing you noticed was Wanda, sitting by your bedside. As your eyes met Wanda’s, your heart skipped a beat, you could see her gaze filled with a mixture of concern and relief. It was unlike her, but you couldn't help but smile weakly, your voice hoarse as you croaked out a greeting. "Hey there."

Wanda's expression softened, and she reached for your hand, squeezing it gently. "You're awake," she replied, her relief evident in her voice until it starkly changed to anger, almost like a mask, “Don't ever do that again!” she warned, brows furrowing.

“Wow, not even a thank you.” you teased as Wanda bit back to reiterate, “I’m serious y/n, I could’ve protected myself.”

“Yeah, but I protected us both,” you snarkily replied letting the brunette build up steam as you dug further.

“Protected? You almost got yourself killed, for nothing! God you're insufferable!” she exclaimed, not even wanting to be in the room with you anymore. Remembering just how annoying it is to even hold a conversation with you.

“Didn’t realize you cared,”

As your eyes continued to scan the room, you spotted Natasha and Maria entering the room with a tray of coffee and snacks, “Coffee anyone? Oh Y/N, you're awake!”

You smiled in response as Nat took the coffee from her wife with a smile, letting the tension built between you and Wanda disipate as they took over the conversation.

“You gave us quite the scare there, y/n,” Nat noted, as much as she worried for you, she knew you were a fighter with the best medical team in the country.

“Aw, you were worried?” You teased, knowing Nat to always keep a stone cold exterior to most, only letting ones that she was close to, like you, really get to see her emotions.

“Not one bit,” she lied and everyone in the room knew.

As Nat and Maria took over the conversation, Wanda sat there brewing. Not only could she not understand the emotions she was feeling for you, but they just kept brewing as he sat in silence. Anger, relief, annoyance, worry, it all swam around in a confusion pool of questions. Her abrupt departure was without a word and you looked to Nat as she left, “Guess she’s tapped out on me for the day,”

Nat knew that you and Wanda had a rocky relationship but she felt that the brunettes behavior was quite uncalled for given the circumstances, “mm, I’ll talk to her,” Nat hummed as she got up to leave the room in pursuit of Wanda.

“And then there were two,” you joked with Maria.

Nat found Wanda in the hallway walking toward the exit of the hospital, she was headed back to the cabin as that’s where the 3 of them have been staying while you were stuck in a foreign hospital until you were ready to be transferred back to New York, “What the fuck was that?” Nat aggressively shouted in Wanda’s direction.

Wanda quickly snapped her head around to the familiar voice, eyes landing on the angry Russian, “Not now Nat, please.” She dismissed as she stayed on her path.

“No, Wanda, you don’t get to pick and choose. Y/N was practically on her deathbed to save you and this is how you want to act? What’s so terrible that you can’t even spend more than 5 minutes with her?”

“I didn’t need her to save me, she just made it all even more,” Wanda paused before bursting out, “DIFFICULT!”

Nat could tell this was about more than just getting you to safety after the mission. She knew Wanda had dealt with a lot and always had a hard time getting her emotions in check. Instead of pressing further, she decided to switch up the metaphorical cards in her hands, “well all she wanted was to make sure you were safe.” With that, Nat turned to head back to your room. Wanda stood there watching her walk away, knowing she was right.

Before Wanda could decide what to do next the ground began to shake. It was subtle at first but soon, the items lining the walls and the structure of the building began to tremble along with it. Nat turned back to Wanda, who was still standing behind her, “Is that you?” She raised her brow, knowing the answer would be no, but hoping that it was by chance as that would make their job much easier.

Wanda shook her head, confusion written all over her face as Nat turned again in the direction of your room in a full sprint, Wanda following Nat’s lead closely behind. Nat easily put the pieces together that the chemical agent you were exposed to would have effects that they could not predict.

When they made it to your room, they were met with Maria trying to calm you down as you shook and writhed on the bed in pain. Your skin felt like it had just been dipped in lava causing your temperature to rise so much that you could visibly see a slight red tint on your face. Inside was arguably even worse as the uncontrollable shivers caused you to feel lightheaded and nauseous.

Nat tried calling for a doctor through the hallways as the building began shaking even more. The worse your condition became, the more aggravated the building shook. They had to do something before the hospital filled with hundreds of innocent people became rubble. Wanda came to the side of your bed opposite Maria, shock prominent on her features as she watched you squirm, not knowing how to help.

Maria could tell that Wanda was struggling with how to help, honestly, she didn't know exactly what to do either, but she did know that they had to get the building to stop shaking, and she was sure with Wanda’s magic, they would be able to help you somehow, “We have to neutralize the seismic waves emitting from her somehow,” Maria told Wanda as she kept her eyes on you, trying to figure out a solution.

With that, Wanda was snapped out of the frozen state she was in as her eyes lit up red and she dove into your mind, trying to get answers. Near instantly her body began to tremble as a whimper fell from her mouth at the pain that radiated from you, “Y/N you have to calm down, the whole building is about to collapse”

“I’m not doing anything,” your thoughts fighting to make sense of the situation, “I-I can't control it! H-HURTS!”

Wanda’s balance faltered as the building’s shaking became more intense, her grip on the railing of your hospital bed tightened, and it became clear to her that her best option was to sedate you. She reached her hands toward your temple and let the red tendrils of her magic flow freely toward your skin as they rooted themselves within your mind. Taking hold and lulling you into a calm state of peaceful sleep. Slowly but surely, the building stood still again and soon after, a doctor came in to assess the situation.

“About time,” Natasha spat with clear irritation towards the doctor.

Wanda, felt a growing unease as Dr. Scholt entered the room. His icy, judgmental gaze fell onto you as he began to examine your medical chart and machines. It was clear to Wanda that his discomfort with powered individuals was not something he could easily hide.

Ignoring Nat’s comment, Dr. Scholt made his way over to assess your condition eventually swaying from their original plan of keeping you until you were stable enough to be transferred, “I've seen too many of their kind, causing nothing but chaos and destruction. We don't have the resources to deal with creatures like this in our hospitals,” unaware that one of the most powerful enhanced individuals was standing right beside him, his disdain for you was clear with his tone and judgmental words.

With a mixture of anger and concern, Natasha’s eyes narrowed, and her voice carried a hint of impatience as she retorted, "We're here because we need medical assistance, Doctor, not a lecture. Y/N's condition is the priority, and I expect her to receive the same care as any other patient. Your personal opinions have no place in a hospital room."

Before the doctor had the chance to respond, Wanda cut in, “No, it’s fine. He made his stance awfully clear,” she quarreled with a head tilt toward the doctor before turning back to Natasha, “We’ll take it from here,”

“Great, I’ll get her prepped for transport,” the doctor mentioned as he attempted to grab sedatives to administer to you for the ride. However, Wanda wasn’t going to let him or his team lay another finger on you after the display he just made, knowing even from his thoughts, that his ill intentions may get the better of him.

Before he left the room, Wanda caught his attention, “Maybe I wasn’t clear, Adam,” refusing to use his doctorate title, “we will take it from here.” she precisely articulated in a sharp manner, “Our transport team is on the way, You and your team are not to lay another finger on Agent y/l/n. Are we clear?” she flared, starring daggers into his soul.

“How do you know my name?” he bit back as if that was the most important thing that Wanda said.

“Are we clear?” Wanda repeated, without any explanation for the extra information. The doctor quickly took the hint as he nodded and scurried out of the room.

Wanda’s gaze shifted to meet Nat’s gaze who stood by the door as she watched the doctor walk past her to leave the room, “All that for someone you hate, can’t imagine what you're like when you actually like somebody,” she teased.

“I don’t hate her,” Wanda defended as she tried to hide the growing smirk on her face, “She’s just the most annoying person I’ve ever met,” she added to keep her position on you clear and she couldn’t have anyone thinking she likes you in the slightest, “But he wanted to do more to her than prep her for transport,” She informed the two other agents that stood with her in the room around your bed.

“Well, Y/N’s lucky to have you in her corner, once Fury hears about this, Mr. Sholt can kiss his doctorate goodbye,” Maria reassured as she took a seat beside your bed to wait for the transport team to arrive in a couple hours.

Once SHIELD’S medical team arrived, they administered sedatives to keep you unconscious during the flight and prepared you for the jet before you woke up. Wanda was instructed to be by your side as an extra precaution, in case you somehow woke up or your unhinged powers started going haywire in your sleep.

The ride back was tame with no real issues, at one point Wanda could sense your consciousness creeping back in but she was able to quickly lull you back to comatose with her magic. Once the jet landed, they quickly got you set up in the med bay at the compound in Upstate New York. This was not typical protocol for the team. Since you were not an Avenger and merely a Shield agent, proper protocol would be to take you to the medical facilities at SHIELD headquarters. Natasha wouldn’t allow that to happen though, under her authority, she made sure you were overseen by the best team available and close enough to keep watch on.

In a matter of hours, the team ran all the tests they deemed necessary, concluding that the chemicals you came into contact with ignited something that laid dormant in your DNA. The gene acted as a sponge for the toxins, without it, the poison would’ve continued to spread and shut down every part of your body slowly and painfully. Instead, the contagion was absorbed into the gene strand, which was subsequently sent into its next phase. Without the toxin, this gene could’ve laid dormant within you forever, instead, it entered a new stage, triggering your new abilities.

“Was anyone else in contact with this chemical?” Dr Cho asked out of an abundance of caution, knowing that if they had been, they probably wouldn’t be in such good condition.

Nat looked to Wanda for a response, knowing she was the one in the room with you when it was released. Wanda’s gaze fell to the floor for a brief second before she began, “No, they meant to expose me but Y/N pushed me out of the way,” Wanda explained as she recalled the events from a couple of days prior.

Dr. Cho nodded slightly in acknowledgment before responding “It’s a good thing Y/N was the one affected by this in all honesty. Without running tests, there’s no way to know whether the rest of the team has the gene structure to survive such an attack. She got real lucky,” Dr. Cho explained as she went over the results of the tests.

Wanda struggled with this internally. Part of her was thankful things unfolded the way they did because if they hadn't the situation could've been a lot worse, but the other part twisted it to figure that you must have just been trying to 1-up her. You never do anything nice without something in it for yourself, at least in her eyes. This wasn’t anything new when it came to the way she thought about you. It was often that your intentions were competitive and came off abrasive, but she tended to use that model of thought for anything you did in her presence. Shaking every bit of sincerity off for a hidden agenda, and refusing to see any good in you. Deep down, maybe she didn’t want to see the good in you, it was so much easier to be closed off. Afraid that once she starts to unravel you, she’ll have no more walls to hide behind. No more armor to keep her from falling for you, to keep her safe from the pain she’s always known to follow. So, she doesn't think too deeply about it, instead, she lets her thoughts protect her.

It was easier for her to paint you as an asshole than to deal with the mixed emotions she felt for you. Blaming everything on your lack of empathy acted almost as a shield for her, enabling her to bury other emotions so deep that she could forget about them. After replaying the events over and over in her head on a loop, she was able to spin the story in her head and concluded that you must’ve known about your genetics. You had to go through genetic testing to be a field operative with such high clearance, surely that’s how you knew. So the only reason you even pushed her out of the way was to look like the hero, to make it look like she needed saving, knowing full well you’d make it out just fine. Ugh, you’re the worst.

With that, it was like a switch in Wanda flipped. As if her emotions were immediately shut off, she stopped visiting you at the medbay and was happy to go about her daily life without a care in the world of your condition.

You spent the next few weeks recovering. Natasha was by your side every step of the way, acutely aware of who visited you and who didn’t. Wanda never did. Tony came by a few times, you two weren't very close but he felt the need to show face at least. With nothing much to talk about, Tony always defaulted to talking about work when he was nervous. He didn’t find himself in too many situations without anything to say, but when he did, he attempted to claim the room with his confidence as he always had in his career. Almost as a nervous tik, he defaulted to talking about things that he knew a great deal about, even if the people around him didn’t.

To his surprise, you were easily able to keep up with his shop talk jargon and follow along with the schematics he propped open as examples. The two of you quickly began bonding over your love for science and math. Nat noticed the uptick in visits from Stark and was happy to see you making more connections with the people she called family.

Some of the other Avengers made their way down to the medbay as well after Nick encouraged it in a meeting. He knew how good of an agent you were, following your progress ever since word spread about you during your time at SHIELD Academy. It was practically unheard of for an Agent to graduate early, only 2 had ever done it before you. Since then, he made sure to check up on your progress every few months, hoping you’d grow into a top agent so he could use you on one of his special teams. With your new onset of abilities, he figured that eventually, you’d fit right in as a new addition to the Avengers.

Fury rarely leaves anything to chance though, including your development. In order to get you comfortable with your newfound abilities, you’d need a mentor. Someone who has gone through a transition like yours before. After giving it some thought, there was only one other person on the team who could relate to you in that sense.

Thor, while he did have to prove he was worthy to his father and himself in order to unlock his full potential, his powers always belonged to him. There was nothing unexpected or confusing about it. He has always wielded his power with knowledge and confidence. Similarly, Steve’s transition was also foreseen and he was able to quickly and seamlessly get a hold of his powers.

Bruce on the other hand, still struggles to keep the beast inside of him under control. While he may be able to relate to the situation you’re currently experiencing, he wouldn’t be the right fit to mentor you with the way he is still trying to figure things out for himself.

It was clear that Wanda could relate to your situation most closely. While she may have volunteered in the experiments carried out by Hydra, the outcome was something she never could’ve expected. For a while, she struggled to come to terms with what her body was capable of. Fearing that she would lose control and hurt someone unintentionally, and deep down the fear always lingers, but she has learned how to control it; and while she may not believe it herself, her team trusts her and her ability to keep her powers in check.

Fury knew the two of you were far from besties, but he hoped this mentorship could double as a bonding experience to help get you more acclimated to the team. Wanda would need to get used to you being around more often, whether she was okay with it or not, he hoped this could help nudge her in the direction of welcoming the transition.

“No. Not a chance in hell.” Wanda argued as she stood from the chair opposite Fury in his office. Nick didn’t offer a reaction, instead, he kept his face neutral and waited for Wanda to come to terms with the arrangement.

Noticing that Fury was not giving in, Wanda broke the silence to add, “Why me? I have nothing to teach her, she’s insufferable. This seems like more of a Rodger’s job.”

“The arrangement isn’t negotiable, Maximoff. Y/N has a lot to learn from you and I’m sure you’ll be a great teacher once she’s back on her feet.” Wanda scoffed, anger beating off her, as she went to leave the meeting.

“Oh, one more thing,” Nick added causing the brunette to pause and turn by the door, “Y/N will not know about this arrangement of ours, and I intend to keep it that way, are we clear?” without giving a clear response, Wanda rolled her eyes and stormed off to the gym, wanting to let her anger out on something meant to be hit before she ended up taking it out on the nearest wall.. “Oh, and I expect an influx of visits from you to the medbay!” He shouted towards her retreating form down the hall.

Straight from Fury’s office, she stormed into the gym with a palpable aura of frustration and anger. Her usually calm and composed demeanor had given way to an agitated energy that practically crackled in the air around her.

Nat, who happened to be in the gym working on her own training routine, turned her head as she sensed Wanda's arrival. The room seemed to darken with Wanda's stormy presence, and Natasha knew that something had clearly set her off.

Wanda didn't waste a moment. She approached one of the punching bags, her eyes flashing with a mix of determination and anger. Without saying a word, she unleashed a series of powerful punches and kicks that sent the heavy bag swinging wildly.

Wanda's frustration reverberated through the gym as she relentlessly pummeled the punching bag, each strike carrying the weight of her annoyance. The ferocity of her strikes was a clear indication of her irritation. Natasha, noticing the intensity of Wanda's training session, decided it was time to address the obvious tension. Wanda's training strikes were powerful and precise, a physical manifestation of her inner turmoil.

Once Nat felt that Wanda had gotten out her initial anger, she approached her friend cautiously, waiting for a break in the flurry of punches before speaking. She knew better than anyone that sometimes words were not enough, and physical exertion was the only way to cope with intense emotions, "Wanda, what's going on?" Natasha asked, her tone laced with concern as she held the opposite side of the punching bag sturdy for Wanda to continue laying on punches.

“Fury.” She growled, “He wants me to.” *PUNCH* “mentor y/n” *PUNCH* “he won’t let” *PUNCH* “Steve do it.” *PUNCH* “He wouldn’t listen” *PUNCH* “ugh!” the punching finally stopped as she left a hand on the punching bag for balance while she caught her breath.

Natasha peeked around the bag that she held steady for Wanda to give her opinion, trying to approach with caution, knowing Wanda wouldn't like what she had to say.

Natasha didn’t know what triggered it, but she noticed the stark change in the way Wanda went from caring about you in the foreign hospital to completely shutting herself off from you as soon as you got back to New York.

Nat took a step back from the bag to gather her thoughts, “Let me get this straight, you’re throwing a fit because the girl who just saved your life is going through life-changing trauma right now and Fury is asking you to help her through it because you have experience and have been through a similar situation?” with one eyebrow slightly raised, she shot Wanda a pointed glare.

With her frustration rebuilding as she processed Nat’s words, Wanda pushed the bag away and turned toward the door, “Oh, here we go again. Poor Y/N she’s always the victim,” Wanda marched toward the door, not wanting to hear another person defend you. In her eyes, you were conniving and everything you did was calculated, other people just couldn't see past your charm to expose how much you actually tormented her. They couldn’t see how she was so clearly the victim in this circumstance. They couldn't see how twisted you made everything. She could though, she saw right through you.

Nat wasn’t letting her get off that easy. She chased after the brunette trying to storm out and grabbed her shoulder, turning her around to be face to face. Against her own desire, Wanda’s feet stayed planted to see what Nat had to say.

“Are you serious? You two may not be friends, but she saved your fucking life. She was there for you, the least you could do is offer her some support and show a sliver of gratitude! You need to take a good hard look at yourself, this isn’t the Wanda I know.” Nat scolded

Seething, Wanda bit back through gritted teeth, “I didn’t ask her to.” without giving Natasha the opportunity to speak, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the gym.

Natasha stood there nearly dumbfounded, wondering what had gotten into Wanda to make her so heartless and cruel towards you.

From the gym, instead of wallowing alone in her room, Wanda decides to leave the compound for a walk around the grounds. As she walked alone with her own thoughts, she desperately tried to calm the anger within. Spending more time with you was the last thing she wanted to do, especially after coming to the conclusion that your heroic act was just a ruse.

As she strolled, she went through countless scenarios for ways that she could get out of this whole situation. There wasn’t a single one that she thought was good enough to change Fury’s mind.

What if I broke my hand? No, I'm sure he’d still make me teach her. What if the compound mysteriously caught fire? That would probably only delay things. What if there was an Avenger’s level threat? He’d probably just make me do it when I got back. What if I became evil and left the Avengers to take over the world or something? That could work, though it’s a bit dramatic and I don't even want to take over the world.

Knowing that Nat was on your side about this already told her that everyone else at the compound would share Fury’s opinion. Out of the whole team, Nat was the one most likely to take Wanda’s side for anything. She always knew that if Natasha’s opinion differed on a subject, the others were bound to as well.

Wanda took the rest of the day to decompress and attempt to accept that she’d have to mentor you. The next day during breakfast, she heard Tony and Thor mention they’d be visiting you once they finished their meal. Knowing she’d have to see you eventually, Wanda’s ears perked at the opportunity to tag along and not go alone, “Can I come?” Wanda’s eagerness came as a shock to the two men sitting across the counter from her, but also to everyone else within earshot who wasn’t involved in the conversation.

“Come to see y/n?” Tony clarified, not sure if Wanda had heard them correctly but she nodded in confirmation, “ye- yea of course.” he confirmed, surprised Wanda had any interest in visiting you.

The hum of medical equipment filled the medbay as Tony and Thor entered, their presence bringing a dynamic shift to the room. You were still in the process of recovery, looking up with a mixture of surprise and gratitude as the two Avengers approached and Wanda trailed behind. She didn’t say anything as the two of them greeted you, and instead, she took the furthest seat in the room from your bed.

Tony, always one for theatrics, struck a dramatic pose. "Fear not, citizens! Iron Man and the God of Thunder have arrived to grace you with our formidable presence."

Thor chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Indeed! We heard tell of a valiant warrior in need of cheering, and so we have descended."

You couldn't help but smile at their playful entrance, a welcome distraction from the monotony of the medbay. However, as the three of you continued the banter, Wanda lingered at the periphery, sitting leaned back with her arms crossed and a subtle expression of indifference on her face.

Not letting her get away with sneaking in unnoticed, you broke the silence that lingered between the two of you, “Wasn’t expecting you to be here, Wanda. Did someone force you to be here or something?” You saw right through her, but before she could lie through gritted teeth and say that she was there of her own volition, Tony spoke up instead, “Believe it or not, she actually asked us to come,” Tony defended.

Riding along Tony’s explanation, Wanda forced a smile to sell it. She was grateful that he had beat her to it, she was never much good at lying. You weren’t fully convinced that there wasn’t some underlying explanation for her presence but you accepted it with an impressed look on your face, “Wow, no hidden agenda?”

“Actually there is one,” Wanda clarified as she began to explain, “I’m going to mentor you.”

“Mentor?” You were taken aback. Why was Wanda suddenly interested in mentoring you and what made her think you wanted to be her mentee?

“Yeap, we’ve both been through similar experiences and you have a lot to learn about controlling your new powers,” she added with passive aggressiveness dripping from her words.

You wanted to question her further, but you also didn’t want to push her to rescind her offer. Truthfully, you were kind of excited at the thought of Wanda teaching you how to wield your newfound abilities. You knew that she went through a similar situation while she was with Hydra and the thought of spending more time with her, though you would never admit it, made you excited, “oh- okay.” you accepted.

Wanda expected more of a fight with you about this but was relieved to get it over with easily.

“How exciting,” Thor announced, “I know a thing or two about using powers myself if you need help or anything.”

“I’ll be sure to give you a call if I find a magical hammer,” you teased making the other two chuckle.

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post 5

#tension is buildinggg :)#also dom looks amazing as always omg #i cant wait to dig deeper into her character #anyway for now #u have gay panic #ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #simblr #pntg #g #dominique olsen #elizabeth patel #victoria bauer #leela agata #natalie parker #iñaki fisher #ts4mm

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lizziecanrailme · 1 year

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Dream or Reality?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Succubus!reader

Summary: Wanda’s been longing for someone to fill her needs. Luckily, you’re there to grant her wish.

A/N: I spent like a week trying to finish this cause I kept getting distracted. @d34c1 :)

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Wanda breathed a sigh while she got ready for bed. A towel was wrapped around her, as she had just gotten out the shower. Her hair was wet, dripping down her back.

The TV was on, playing a random modern tv show. She didn’t really feel like putting clothes on. Shrugging her shoulders, she got into the bed, not minding her wet hair. She looked at her phone, seeing a few messages from her friends.

She put her phone on the nightstand, looking at the TV. Soon enough, her vision started to blur and was fading to black.

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It wasn’t long before she woke up. Well, she didn’t really feel awake. She groaned groggily, still feeling tired. The TV was still on, a random commercial playing.

At the corner of her eye, she saw a silhouette. Her eyes widen, her fight or flight immediately acting. Except, she couldn’t move, she tried hard to move her body but she couldn’t. The black figure took a step closer, head tilting.

Wanda suddenly chose to still, struggling wouldn’t help her. Her heart was beating extremely fast, almost beating outside her chest. The figure stopped right beside her. Staring with its bright white eyes.

It leaned down to her face, in the darkness wanda couldn’t see their face. Although the slight glow of their eyes gave her little light.

Her eyes widened more than they already were. This..creature was unmistakably beautiful, their features capturing her attention. She felt a little fascinated by their dark horns and wings.

She held her breath as the creature climbed into the bed. They sat at the edge for a bit, until they slowly started crawling towards her.

Wanda couldn’t help but feel anxious, anyone would in this situation.

As they crawled, Wanda swallowed down the anxious feeling. A small smirk crept upon your face, causing her to look confused. As you were close enough, you leaned down to her face again. This time you didn’t just look at her, but kissed her. She gasped, the sound muffled by her your mouth.

You continued to kiss her, lust already overtaken your senses. Wanda slowly kissed back, moaning when you lightly bit her lip. You pulled away, and stared at her as she gasped for air.

“Do you want this?” you asked, waiting for her consent. She was thrown off track by your slightly deep voice. Her widened eyes stared at you but she nodded.

Your hand slipped up her shirt, hands aiming for her breasts. You pinched and rolled her nipples between your fingers. Wanda’s eyes were closed, her mouth wide open, low whimpers coming through.

She felt unbearably sensitive, her orgasm only seconds away. You noticed this, and began to insert your fingers inside her. Keeping them at a regular pace. She yelped as felt herself gush around your fingers.

You slowed down a little, but you didn’t stop. Loving her facial expressions and the sounds she let out.

It was a strange feeling for you. You only had sex with people for your own pleasure. But for the first time, you truly wanted to give someone pleasure.

It went on for a while, until she begged you to stop.

“Please! P-please stop,” she begged, her voice cracking, “I can’t take it anymore.” You stared but proceeded to remove your fingers. Hearing her groan in relief, ragged breaths escaped her mouth.

You climbed from on top of her, sitting back on your knees. You stayed there for a while, watching as her breath began to calm. You weren’t sure what to do, you were supposed to leave immediately, but you didn’t.

You decided to stay till she fell asleep, which wasn’t long. You went back over to her, hovering over her face. You studied her before placing a small kiss on her sweaty forehead.

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Wanda gasped as she sat up, looking around rapidly. Searching for the..creature she just encountered. She saw nothing, but her usual bedroom.

Her eyebrows furrowed, confused of the strange dream she had. It didn’t seem like a dream, she hoped it was. Although some part of her hoped it wasn’t.

She now felt empty, like she was nothing without you.

But you’re a stranger, how could she possibly get so attached?

Maybe she’ll see you in her dreams again.

So she slept

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A/N: this was kinda good

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #sub!wanda #dom!reader #succubus!reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff fic #elizabeth olsen #this was kinda ass

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wandaspetal · 9 months

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Late Night Talking

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: Marvel/MCU

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬)/𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬): Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff (past), Carol Danvers x Natasha Romanoff

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: Friends to Lovers, College AU

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.6K

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Cursing, flirting teasing, mention of insomnia, anxiety and stress, jealousy, and huge fat warning college, some angst with happy ending

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: If you’re feeling down Wanda wants to make you happier baby

𝐀𝐍: Reader uses she/they pronouns. Loosely based on Late Night Talking by Harry Styles and my insomnia (surprise surprise). This was written at 3 in the morning and is unedited. Enjoy! :)

At first it was passed off as a quirky trait they had by their friends and family members. Now they were starting to acknowledge how much of problem it is for Y/n to deal with. Hopefully Professor Harkness wouldn’t be on her ass about it. The last time they were here the professor showed an immense amount of concern at the lack of livelihood in them due to their insomnia.

She was becoming somewhat of a concerned mother figure towards her while still maintaining her professionalism.

Thankfully she wasn’t at her desk yet and it was still 5 minutes before class started. As Y/n plopped down into their seat they barely spared the person they sat next to a glance. It wasn’t an auditorium styled classroom it was one of the smaller ones. Only 20 people were in this Psychology class and it was the smallest one the professor had (she has joked about it multiple times).

Wanda couldn’t help but stare. The droopiness in their eyes and bags underneath raised so much concern. The Sokovian cleared her throat and debated giving the gift she had for Y/n now or after class. Her utensils and items she uses for class were all perfectly laid out in front of her.

She quickly reached into her bag deciding she could use Professor Harkness as a distraction in case Y/n didn’t like what she gave them. Wanda removed the plastic bag and slid it towards them.

“What- oh good morning Wanda, don’t forget your stuff.” Their voice was laced with tiredness.

Wanda giggled. Even when they were sleep deprived they were cute. “It’s for you baby.” The pet name slipped out causing both their cheeks to burn.

Y/n cleared her throat and sat up in attempt to straighten their posture but still hunched over the desk a bit to grab the bag. They untied it and looked inside to see an assortment of snacks, a water bottle and two different brands of melatonin. Their cheeks flushed for another reason. Y/n had no clue Wanda had been paying this much attention to her.

“Oh Wanda I’m sorry I- do I bother you during class? Because I can move–”

“None of that.” Wanda shook her head immediately cutting her rambling short. “Whenever I’m sleepy during class it helps me to stay awake to eat or drink in between writing…and because it helps me stay awake, I thought it might help you too…I also used to take these melatonin brands when I had issues sleeping during finals from all the stress and they worked pretty well unless you blatantly ignore the tiredness they cause you like I did at the start of taking them…” Wanda scratched the back of her head, she could not read Y/n’s expression. “Point is, I got this stuff for you because I wanted to help.”

Y/n could not fathom why someone she rarely sees outside of class would do something so kind for them. Kate, Yelena or one of their other friends would do this but Wanda and her only interacted because she briefly dated Natasha until the two decided they were better off as friends. And even then Natasha and her never got that close due to the overwhelming crush Y/n had on her in highschool. But that can be reminisced on another time.

Y/n placed her hand on Wanda’s wrist immediately feeling it relax under her touch. “Wanda, thank you, seriously.” The two shared a smile. “You’re sharing them with me throughout class though.” Wanda began to protest. “I wasn’t asking, Maximoff.” Y/n smirked when her cheeks flushed and a shy “okay.” Reached their ears.

The two shared the snacks during class and Y/n carried the melatonin around with them for the rest of the day. After eating dinner with her roommates she laid in bed for two hours until she glanced at her night stand and saw the melatonin mocking her. Melatonin usually doesn’t work, she’ll feel drowsy then immediately begin to doze off then wake up and be awake for the rest of the night.

They sighed and reached for the melatonin, ripping the package open. “5 milligrams per fruit gummy.” Y/n popped in 4 and hoped for the best.

Their phone buzzed on the bed signaling a text message coming in. Y/n grabbed it without looking and unlocked her phone. The time read 1:20 in the morning which was less worse than usual.

Wanda :D | 1:20 AM

You up?

Y/n forgot Wanda had her number after they (her friends, Natasha and Wanda) all went to the arcade together. Seems Wanda didn’t forget though.

Y/n <3 | 1:23 AM

Yup! Just took the melatonin though so let’s see if it works.

Not even 30 seconds went buy before Wanda’s name popped up on her phone, signaling she was getting a call. Y/n answered, propping herself up against the head board with her pillow for support.

“Hi.” Y/n sang.

“Hello.” Wanda’s accent was pronounced as ever. “I…sorry I called you I just- I wanted to talk to you and hear your voice, I also don’t feel like typing any longer.”

“That’s alright, not like I’m asleep.” Y/n joked with a hint of amusement in their voice.

Wanda chuckled deeply. “That’s true, which one did you take?”

“I’m too lazy to grab it and look but it has a clear packaging with the label on front.”

“Purple top?”

“Yeah.” Y/n grinned.

“Oh cool, I figured you would like gummies more.”

“And what made you think that?”

Wanda twirled her hand between her fingers as she sat at her desk inside her room at her brother’s apartment. “I sort of remembered how you said you enjoy fruit flavored things so…yeah.”

Y/n nodded even though Wanda couldn’t see them. “Yeah well you are what you eat.”

Wanda giggled. “Shut up.”

“Oh okay well I’ll just hang up now.” Y/n said with mock offense and their hand on their chest.

“Stop, no teasing.” She chastised playfully.

“Me tease? Like you weren’t calling me nicknames in class earlier.” Y/n’s chuckle was deep and raspy. After not hearing a response they pulled the phone away from their ear. Then put it back as it said the call was still going. “Hello? Wanda.”

Wanda muted herself and screamed into her pillow then calmly moved her hair out of her face as Y/n questioned where she went. She picked the phone back up and unmuted herself.

“Wanda you okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay just wanted you to see how empty your life would be if I hung up on you.”

“You are so–”

“Pretty, smart, amazing–”

“And also annoying.”

“That’s rich– you think I’m pretty?”

Y/n responded without hesitation. “What? Of course you are! Natasha only dates pretty girls and you’re the prettiest I’ve ever seen– dating her aside.”

Wanda’s smile faltered at hearing Natasha’s name. Then returned at full force as Y/n reassured her right after making that comment. Nat and Wanda being in the same friend group was a decision Wanda regrets but also loves. Her friends are some of the best people she has ever met. Once Carol and Nat started dating soon after they broke up Wanda avoided speaking to Natasha as much as possible.

“Sorry, did I make things weird by bringing up the ex…I didn’t mean too.” Y/n was now laid down in bed, snuggled under the covers with her phone to her ear.

“No you didn’t, baby.” She cleared her throat. “Are you feeling sleepy?” Wanda asked, physically resisting the urge to write notes on their current state.

Y/n swooned at the nickname for the second time that day. “Yeah.” She sang. “Are you– wait why are you still up?”

Wanda grins. “I stay up late sometimes when I don’t have plans the next day, it’s like a reward for getting through the day or week.”

“And you decided to use your reward time to call me? Such a sweet girl.”

Wanda giggled, shut off her lamp and laid down in bed under the covers. “I try.” She glanced over to see the clock read 2:30 in the morning. “We both have to try going to sleep now though angel, get some rest for me okay?”

Y/n hummed in response, her heart fluttering at the nickname. “Okay…night.”

Wanda grinned knowing the melatonin was kicking in. “Goodnight angel, sleep well.”

They both hung up and for the first time in a while Y/n got a full eight hours of sleep. Wanda sighed happily and held her phone to her chest. It was clear Y/n needed some guidance, someone to take care of them. Wanda just so happened to have her favorite love language be acts of service, what a coincidence.

Two weeks go by and Y/n’s sleeping habits start getting better at the same time Wanda and her become even closer. Unfortunately some habits take a while to stick.

“It’s not working.” Y/n cries out of stress, feeling physical tears start to come to their eyes. “Finals are right around the corner and I need to have this together or–”

They’re sitting outside in the court yard near the student center. This was the first time Wanda and Y/n have hung out outside of class without their friends around. Wanda places her hand on Y/n’s wrist effectively stopping her speech.

“Yes you will, everything’s gonna be fine baby.”

“But Wan I–”

“Baby? Didn’t know you two were that close.”

Y/n groaned and dropped her head on the metal table at the sound of another persons voice. They were already having a break down outside it’s worse that another person had to come and perceive them. Wanda forced herself to relax instead of snapping at her friends for interrupting. She understands how emotional Y/n feels as it’s how she felt during the summer semester not too long ago. Wanda turned her head to greet them as politely as she could to see Carol’s concerned expression but see Natasha’s eyes bouncing between them both with an emotion Wanda did not like; jealousy.

“Yes we are, that close. In fact I adore Y/n with everything in me and I’m trying to comfort them so now is not the best time–”

“Y/n/n what’s going on baby girl?”

Wanda felt like a hypocrite at the sound of her exes voice. Now she was jealous and looking at Y/n to avoid glaring daggers at Natasha. Her shoulders tensed up at the hand she placed on their back. Wanda nearly smiled as Y/n’s whole body tensed up at the contact.

“Ask Yelena.” Came Y/n’s muffled voice.

Natasha smiled playfully. “I will if she could answer her phone.”

Y/n sat up right and took a deep breath, inching closer to Wanda. She wiped her face as she spoke. “She’s in class today doing a double to catch up and make up for her grade so she won’t be out of class until 5:30 and I made sure her and Kate are doing a buddy system so that they won’t be around after sundown by themselves because we are women on a college campus be fucking for real and use the buddy system whenever you can and however you can….Yelena is also the size of five stacked up toasters, black belt or not buddy system always works.”

They all laughed in a various octaves at her rant.

“That is very true, the buddy system is what works best.” Carol agreed gesturing towards them with her can of soda.

“Can I have some?” Y/n asked with a pout.

“Did you have soda today already?” Wanda asked softly, scooting closer to her.

Y/n shook their head. “No, I want a sip.” She pouted.

“Okay, baby.”

“What’s with the nickname seriously,“ Natasha passed off her comment as a joke with a forced chuckle. “are you two dating?”

Wanda opened her mouth to respond but Y/n beat her too after handing Carol back her drink. “And what if we are?” They asked.

Wanda beamed at the protectiveness on their voice. “Yeah what if we are.”

“So what if Wanda is the air that I breathe and the water that I drink.” Y/n added with a shrug, pulling the brunette into her side. “I adore her just as much as she does me, if not more.” The sleep deprivation was definitely talking but so what Wanda didn’t seem to mind. Natasha looked off to the side, avoiding eye contact with them both.

The brunette giggled and kissed her cheek.

“Well congrats.” Carol added with a grin.

“Thank you fellow lesbian.” Y/n beamed.

Carol threw her head back and laughed. “You’re welcome fellow lesbian.”

They all laughed at the exchange.

The day left and night began, as the clock hit 8 Y/n took their shower and did everything they needed to be done before bed. By the time they took their melatonin it was 11 at night.

They laid down in bed with all the lights off and the quiet thrum of voices coming from the living room as Kate and Yelena worked on a project for a class they had together. Y/n’s phone began to buzz on the night stand. Knowing the only person’s notifications she had on at this time of night she answered the phone without looking at the caller ID.

“Hey.” Y/n said.

“Hi.” Wanda sung.

“How’s my pretty girl doing?”

Wanda’s cheeks burned as she left her bathroom and moved to lie down in bed. She was stunned into silence and Y/n knew it. They began to laugh.

“Sorry, too much?”

“No, not at all just a shock that’s all.”

A few minutes of silence passed as Wanda got settled down into bed with the lights in her room off and her brother out for the night.

“About that conversation earlier…”

“My breakdown or Natasha’s jealousy?”

Wanda rolled her eyes so hard she wouldn’t be surprised if Y/n heard it through the phone. “Oh god don’t get me started, that was so annoying! And I hated when she started touching you like you two are close and that she speaks to you outside of you and Yelena practically being sisters like don’t touch her!” Wanda huffed.

Y/n giggled so loud she knows her bestfriends heard it. “I didn’t realize she got you so riled up my love.”

“Tell me about it.” Wanda sighed then bit her lip at the sound of their laughter. “But no, before they walked up I wanted to tell you that I understand how you feel and I’m here for you, you’re going to get through this.”

Y/n wished the Sokovian stood in front of her so that she could give her a hug. “Thank you sweetheart.”

“Of course angel.”

“You wanna stay on the phone with me tonight? I like the sound of your voice.”

“Well you have to I am your girlfriend now.”

Y/n chuckled. “Yeah…” Silence passed between as they both thought over that part of the conversation. “I would actually like for you to be my girlfriend in the future Wanda…I feel like you want the same but I could be wrong–”

“You’re not. I like you so much. Our nightly talks are something I’ve been looking forward to every day since they’ve started….can I take you on a date?”

“Absolutely.”

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Little Pill. | w. maximoff

summary: in which wanda picks something up at the store and tests it on you, to your own grave consequence.

warnings: drugging, top!wanda, overstimulation, teasing/edging, forced horniness, fingering, cumstrap

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

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She was only searching for ibuprofen—why in the world was the grocery store trying to hide the most common over-the-counter painkillers in the medicine aisle amongst all the more uncommon medicines that people hardly ever bought? Wanda cursed under her breath as she shuffled her fingers quickly across different boxes and bottles, briefly reading the labels before moving onto another in search for the simple pills.

As she was foraging through the wasteland of medicine, she passed her fingers over something that made her freeze and look back at the box of tablets. She slowly took the box from the shelf, looking around the empty aisle to see if anyone was around watching her look at this particular item.

The pills were wholly unneccessary. There was enough lust between you and Wanda that it hadn't died out in the least bit over your time together. Libido pills were the last thing she or you would ever, ever need.

But what if she used them on you…just for fun? She wondered if they really did work, if you would find yourself getting outrageously horny and throw Wanda into a long, passion-filled night. The only problem was that you would never take those kinds of pills.

At least, not knowingly.

An unwitting, devilish smirk crawled onto Wanda's lips as she tossed the pills into the grocery cart.

Wanda offered the service of making dinner for the two of you that night. The Sokovian was an excellent cook, and even better at picking out perfect wines for perfect occasions. That night, there really was no occasion for Wanda bringing you a bottle of some of the most expensive and delicious wine you ever had, besides it being just a sweet gesture of hers.

The redhead settled herself in the chair across from you at the table, casually bringing her own wine to her lips and discreetly watching you over the raised glass with leopard-like eyes. You sipped the wine slowly, licking your lips and pausing to glance questioningly at the deep crimson liquid as you tilted it around in the glass.

Wanda thought maybe you tasted the crushed-up pill in the wine, her swift mind already creating numerous excuses for the strange taste and possibly chalky texture of the wine, but you only hummed in satisfaction. "This is delicious," you said, taking another eager sip to which Wanda only smirked.

It wasn't until after dinner that the pill started to take its effect.

As per usual, you and Wanda were cleaning up the kitchen together. You were washing dishes while she swept the floor, both comfortable in the focused silence besides the distant sound of the TV from the other room.

As you dried a plate and set it down in the drying rack, you glanced over to Wanda. She was cleaning off the dining table now, leaning over it with a rag to wipe the crumby wooden surface. From the angle, she was leaning towards you, keeping one steady hand on the edge of the table as she reached over it, her face turning a light shade of pink from the effort against gravity. You even caught sight of a vein stressing under the skin of her neck.

Something bloomed inside you at the sight. You imagined yourself spread out on the table with her leaning over you just the way she was then, and that instead of her hand pushing a rag against the table, it was holding your throat, and each time she leaned back and then pushed forward again, it wasn't to reach a further spot on the table, but rather to reach a deeper spot inside you.

You turned around and went back to cleaning the dishes, wondering what had overcome you to think such vulgar thoughts that were spawn over the simple sight of Wanda wiping the table. You felt a strange heat flood through you just then, and you brought a dry hand up to scratch the side of your neck.

Wanda noticed you standing still at the counter, scratching your neck and looking as if you had forgotten something. "Baby?" she spoke, and you turned to her. There was a light in your eyes just then, and a lively pinkness in your cheeks and lips. Other than that, there was also a subtly disoriented look on your features.

"Yea?" you breathed, eyes glancing up and down Wanda's figure.

"I'm gonna go reply to some emails that I missed today," Wanda told you with a small smile as she set the rag down on the counter. It was usual for Wanda to do a little post-dinner work, mostly because she was lenient with leaving time for you during the day. You simply nodded and went back to washing the dishes, shamelessly getting a good look of Wanda's sculpted ass before she disappeared into the other room.

Once you were done with your part of your chores, which you half-assed after Wanda left due to a strange restless, impatient feeling inside you, you decided to follow Wanda into her office. You were feeling clingy that night, which wasn't too out of the ordinary, but you usually let Wanda have her space in her office.

"Baby," you lilted as you swung through the open doorway, leaning on the threshold and letting your warm face rest against the cold wood. Your voice came out whinier than expected, and you had this strange uncontrollable feeling swelling up in your stomach.

Wanda looked up at you from the blue light of her laptop screen. "Yes, love?" she asked innocently, but by the way you were subconsciously licking your lips, she knew the pill was settling into your bloodstream.

You weren't sure what you had even gone in there for other than that your feet led the way of your head, and that you wanted some attention from your wife even though she was always plentiful in giving that to you. Wanda leaned back in her chair and watched you curiously as you tiptoed around her chair and hugged her shoulders.

"Whatcha doooooin'?" you sang as Wanda held your wrists that were loosely latched at her sternum. You nuzzled your face against her ear, inhaling the lovely scent of her perfume.

Wanda chuckled and replied, "Catching up on emails, like I told you."

You hummed, loving the way you could feel the vibrations of her voice in her chest beneath your hands. You turned your face in her soft, curly red hair and nibbled gently at her earlobe. Wanda let you administer this small token of affection before she hummed contently and leaned up out of your hold, turning her fingers back to the keyboard to finish typing a reply.

You stood there behind her chair, a more negative feeling circling inside you. Was she ignoring you? You just wanted her attention, was that so much to ask for? She could easily respond to the emails in the morning. It was after office hours anyway; her coworkers wouldn't be reading them and especially not replying to anything until morning.

Biting your lip, you took the head of her chair and swiveled it around, turning Wanda towards you. The woman looked up at you with a certain steam in her eyes that she quickly shielded away before you noticed. "Y/n," she told you sternly, using her serious voice on you. You were already clambering onto her lap, straddling her as she placed her hands awkwardly on your hips. "What is this?" she questioned in a colder tone, obviously not in the mood for you.

On any other occasion, the tone in her voice would've hurt your feelings and made you flee the room to give her the silent treatment, but there was something pulling you towards her like a magnet that made you more easily forgiving.

"Wanda, I want you," you whispered thickly, placing your hands on the woman's face and bringing her into a passionate kiss. Wanda let you guide the kiss, simply keeping her hands on your waist as you devoured her soft lips that tasted sweeter than usual. You could also taste the wine on her tongue, and it made you wonder if the sweet alcohol was having this effect on you.

Quickly, you pulled away from Wanda, halfway coming to your senses as you panted breathlessly. "Maybe it was the wine," you breathed, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

You didn't catch the alarm in Wanda's eyes. "Wine?” she echoed in feigned innocence. “What about the wine?"

Chewing your lower lip, you gazed up at Wanda sheepishly through your brows. "You know wine makes me horny sometimes," you whispered, but then you felt that feverish feeling inside you again, begging to be quelled, and you squirmed on her lap. "But it's never been like this." You tugged at the neckline of your shirt as if it was screaming to be ripped off so that you could breathe. All your clothes felt unusually tight and heavy on your body.

While your eyes were turned upward, Wanda smirked and ran her hand under your shirt, cupping the handles of your waist and watching the way blush was flourishing under the skin of your cheeks. She returned her dismissive demeanor by taking her hands away from you. "Why don't you go take a shower while I finish this, huh? Maybe it'll make you feel better."

You quickly returned your eyes to Wanda's steel jade ones. "No," you mumbled, leaning closer to her only for her to lean away from you. "Wanda, please just a quickie. You can finish this later." Embarrassment clouded you from how desperate you sounded, and as you reached for Wanda's laptop to close it, she quickly stopped you.

"Go, now," she demanded, raising her brow with an almost menacing gaze. You felt as if you could cry or scream or throw her laptop against the wall and watch it shatter in satisfaction.

"Wanda," you soothed, taking her hands away from the laptop and slowly bringing them to your chest, cupping your breasts with them. You exhaled shakily at the sensation, closing your eyes as you arched your chest into her palms.

Wanda was biting the tip of her tongue relentlessly to keep herself from giving into you so easily. You'd never been this needy before, with the subtle sheer of moisture lining your forehead and your entire body warm over her lap. You were like a little ball of fire desperate to suck Wanda in and burn her with you, and she desperately wanted to dive headfirst into the heat. But, more importantly, she wanted to tease you while you were in such a vulnerable state. Wanda was always one to get a good look around when she was on higher ground.

Taking one of Wanda's hands from your breast, you moved it towards your mouth, eagerly sliding her two middle fingers between your lips and latching around them, sucking and moaning at the feeling. A crack etched in Wanda's resolve, but she held it as firmly as she held you, feeling your warm tongue tickle her fingers as your mouth sucked purposefully.

"What has gotten into you, detka?" Wanda smoldered, squeezing your breast in her hand after trying so hard to keep her hand still. Your nipples were tightly erected under your shirt, squeezing through the thin fabric as if they were going to burst. You hissed around her fingers when she rolled her thumb over the peak, feeling ultra sensitive so that her touch was borderline painful. Yet, it was pleasurable, and it only fed your fire as you trailed her fingers out of your mouth, letting them draw a line of your saliva down the front of your throat. You pushed Wanda's hand down between your legs, but she quickly retracted it.

You whined in protest, reaching for her hand again to put it where you horribly needed it, but she suddenly slapped you. It was only a quick, brief smack across your cheek, not enough to even turn your head, but it shocked you and exhilarated you all at once as you felt a light sting in your cheek.

Wanda looked up at you with a condescending smirk, an air of enthrallment about her from the sudden slap. "You're being a very bad girl, you know that?"

"I just want you to touch me, please," you breathed, grabbing fistfuls of Wanda's shirt and weakly tugging. "Please, Wanda." You felt so overwhelmingly frustrated that moisture pricked the ends of your eyes, and you pouted at her through the tears fogging your vision. "I don't know what's going on with me."

"You're being a brat, that's what," Wanda snipped, giving no consolation to your desperate clause.

"No, there's something—“

Wanda cut you off by grabbing your hips, jutting her leg up between yours, and grinding you down onto it. Your sentence broke away as you moaned, the friction bringing a frenzy of pleasure on your core. "I can't get any work done when there's a slut constantly fiending for my attention," she growled, but you could hardly hear her as you found yourself grinding your hips against her leg without her guiding you. You were only wearing casual shorts, so between that and your thin underwear, your clit was being properly rubbed against Wanda's pants.

"Mommy," you whined thoughtlessly, and the usage of Wanda's favorite term of endearment made her grunt lowly. She decided to finally give in just a little, since you were obviously so beside yourself.

"Your pussy needs me so bad, doesn't it?" Wanda whispered as she squeezed your inner thigh, kneading your sensitive flesh there and working her way up to the hem of your shorts, which she easily slipped her hand through.

"Mmhm," you whined, feeling like you were going to explode if you didn't feel Wanda touching you right that very moment.

To your luck, she did. Wanda dipped her hand past your panties and cupped you, her fingertips inking into your pool of wetness. Wanda nearly gasped at just how wet you were. She could feel moisture even on the barrier of your inner thighs, and your slick had even slipped up your clit and was coating your lower mound. She doubted that you even realized it.

Wanda decided to test your waters. "You don't feel that wet baby. Do you even really want me?"

Wanda nearly regretted lying to you when she saw your lower lip tremble. "Yes!" you cried, jutting your hips forward to grind against her hand. The heel of her palm buried against your clit, and you moaned. "Yes, Mommy, I do."

"Hmmm," Wanda hummed indecisively as you latched around her shoulders, throwing kisses all over her lips and her face and neck, to which she discreetly grinned in appreciation for. Finally, she dipped her fingers into your entrance, sliding into you with ease.

Your mouth fell open as you felt her fingers curl inside you, reaching that spongy spot that incited a million different feelings, all ranging from pleasurable to borderline painful due to zeal of the former, and you nearly fell over. Wanda held your hip with one hand as she pumped her other against you, her palm gliding across your hardened nub as she pressed her knuckles into you.

"Fuck, Mommy," you breathed, pressing your forehead against Wanda's shoulder as you started to ride her fingers, too impatient for her slow thrusts. Wanda, irritated that you were getting ahead of yourself, opted to let you ride her as you wished. Your hand held Wanda's wrist as you gyrated over her hand, feeling her fingers move and twist and curl inside you. You swore you had never felt more pleasure in your life, and it only took a few minutes before you came on your wife's hand, biting her shoulder and moaning in such sweet symphonies that made Wanda melt.

"Are you satisfied now?" Wanda asked you once you had soothed yourself from whining and giving a last few rolls of your hips on her hand. She pulled her fingers out of you, and you whined and tried to keep her hand there.

"More," you begged with desperation evident in your eyes, and Wanda drank up every second of it.

"More?" she scoffed, taking her hand away and slipping her fingers into your mouth. You took them gingerly and licked your ample juices from her fingers, closing your eyes and moaning sensually. "You're never this needy," she commented. "You want Mommy's cock?"

Your eyes popped open and you eagerly nodded with her fingers still in your mouth. Instinctively, you pressed your hand forward on Wanda's crotch and felt her hard strap there, instantly making you moan. You wished you had known she was wearing it so you could've already been riding it.

"Slow down," Wanda reprimanded you. "Let's go to the bedroom. I don't need you dirtying up my office." Hoisting you around her hips, Wanda easily stood up and carried you towards the bedroom as you clung to her, nibbling at her neck and feeling yourself clench with anticipation.

By the time you were tossed onto the bed, your shorts were being ripped off. Sitting up, you started hastily undoing Wanda's belt, looking up at her with lust-crazed eyes. Wanda couldn't help but smirk down at you, and when you finally removed her piece from her clothing, you instantly slid your mouth down around it.

Wanda's breath stuttered as she watched her strap disappear in your mouth, and the sound of you softly gagging when the tip hit your throat made Wanda moan. She stroked her hand through your hair as you sucked on her length, knowing it would rile Wanda up enough to fuck you sooner. Alas, Wanda was properly riled up, grunting before pulling your head up. Her cock left your lips with a pop, and you stared up at her with your lips hung open, drool covering them.

"Such a dirty slut," Wanda remarked huskily before pushing you down on the bed. Taking your thighs, she pressed them open wide and flat down on the mattress, holding onto them for leverage as she lined herself up with your entrance. "You really want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," you begged, tempting her by raising your hips, but she pressed them down hard. "Please." You needed her inside you so bad, it felt like your walls were on fire with need.

Finally, Wanda gave in and sunk herself inside of you, burying her cock into your pussy to the very hilt and moaning as she did so. A guttural gasp left your throat as her strap stretched you in the most perfect way. Wanda was going to give you what you wanted now, and you realized that when she pulled out before pounding into you all at once, picking up a pace that was so hard and fast it caught you off guard.

"Fuck!" you moaned as Wanda tore into your pussy. You were so wet that you were dripping all over the bed, and the sloshing sounds filling the room was thoroughly sinful. Wanda grunted as she pounded into you, bending your knees up to reach deeper inside you.

Somehow, you were already close. You never had came that fast, especially not twice in a row, and as your pussy clenched and pulsed around Wanda, she did not let up one bit.

"I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are," Wanda groaned as she leaned up, turned you over onto your stomach, lifted your hips up to her, and continued fucking you mercilessly. You were face-first in the pillow, ass lifted into the air and supported by Wanda's bruising grip as she plowed into your hole to no end.

"Mommy!" you whined when Wanda reached under you and started to rub your clit. It was so much pleasure, too much. Before long, you came again, whining into the pillow as juices dripped out of you. You thought Wanda was done when she pulled out and let your hips weakly fall to the bed, but the woman pulled you by your ankles to the very edge of the bed, turning you over again to face her.

Your entire face was bright red and sweaty, lips swollen and eyes dazed. Wanda gleamed at the sight of you as she returned her fingers to your clit. You whined, but she gave you a threatening glare.

"You said you wanted more, did you not?" she quipped, and you only closed your eyes and let her play with your oversensitive nub like it was a toy. Soon, she was slipping three fingers inside you again, reaching as deep as she could and curling them sharply. You whined as you felt another pounding pressure growing within you, between her fingers coaxing your insides and her thumb attacking your clit, and you came yet again, leaning up to bury your face into her shirt.

Wanda fingered you through your climax, relishing in the way your walls were tensing so hard around her fingers. As you started to come down, you felt more relief, but there was still something not quite settled within you. Nonetheless, when you felt Wanda forcing her cock into you again, you whined and tried to close your legs.

"Mommy, no, too much," you begged, but she slapped your legs open and hammered herself inside you.

"Take it," she whispered. "This is what you wanted, right, baby? For Mommy to fuck you and make all the horny feelings go away?"

It wasn't working. You were still horny, but you were painfully overstimulated. Wanda reached her hand up your shirt and began pinching your nipple, causing you to shriek and try to squirm away from her. Wanda quickly pulled you back down the bed, causing her to slam hard inside you. You cried out, eyes crossing, and felt her start to jackhammer into you again.

"Mommy, please, it hurts," you whined, feeling sweaty and hot all over. It was getting hard to breathe now, the room was spinning, and you could hardly see. You felt feverish and fittish, and your wife plowing you into the mattress was not helping.

"Keep still, detka. Mommy wants to cum, too. You aren't going to be selfish, are you? Don't you want Mommy to cum?"

You whined, wanting all the sensations to stop, but Wanda was grunting against you, sliding her hands over your tits, moaning as she came nearer to her orgasm. When she did, and you felt her spill her load inside you, it ushered you into another fist-clenching orgasm that made you scream.

Wanda was finally slowing her thrusts as you fell onto the bed, spent. Your arms were flung down around you, head lulled to the side, obviously all used up and drained of the unbearable horniness Wanda had placed in you. She considered continuing even with you halfway passed out, but your pussy was bright red around her, and you obviously were done and needed rest.

Pulling out, Wanda playfully slapped your clit just to watch you jolt and shriek at the feeling, and also to get your attention. You lulled your face back towards her, set in an indefinite pout. You could hardly remember how you got yourself into getting Wanda to fuck you like that, and you had no idea why you had gotten so horny. Wine had never made you so wild.

"All done?" Wanda asked you, bringing her cool hand to your flushed, clammy face. You nodded, still panting, and turned your face away from her again. "Do you want some water, my love?" She watched the side of your face as you nodded, so she quickly went into the kitchen to get you some water. She seemed to be gone longer than usual, and it felt like you were going to die from thirst right as she walked in with a glass of water.

Helping you sit up, due to you being entirely wasted from her affairs on your body, she put the glass to your lips and watched you sleepily drink the entire thing down, every last bit.

Again, you didn't notice the taste of yet another crushed up little pill in your drink.

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gingiesworld · 11 months

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We Can Be Late Together

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Lizzie Olsen x Fem Reader GiP

Warnings: Smut. Fluff. Angst. Death

18+ MINORS DNI

Lizzie pov

I was walking through the halls to get to my first lesson of college fast because I was extremely late. As I turned a corner, I bumped into someone who just turned and ran the other way. I huffed as I scrambled to pick up my things when someone came over and helped me gather my things.

"Are you ok?" She asked me with a soft smile as I nodded shyly. She had the most mesmerising eyes you could get lost in.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I whispered as she just smirked at me.

"Why are you whispering?" She whispered making me chuckle as she joined in. "I'm Y/n." She said as she held out her hand to help me up.

"Lizzie." I introduced myself.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful woman." She flirted making me blush.

"I uh I'm late for English Lit." I said as I played with the handle of my bag.

"That's ok, I'm headed there now. We can be late together." She said as she held out her hand for me to take which I did and the butterflies went wild in my stomach. When we reached the lecture hall, the professor had already started the lesson and I hid behind Y/N since she towered over me and she didn't even stop me.

"You're late." They said to her as she just smirked.

"Someone bumped into me and I fell on my ass." She shrugged as she motioned for me to sneak in to a spare seat. My heart was beating out of my chest as I snuck to the spare desk at the back of the class.

"Ok then, please take a seat and copy what I have already written on the board." They said as she smiled and nodded before she made her way to the spare seat beside me.

"Hey mouse." She smirked as she got her books out of her bag beside me

"Mouse?" I questioned her as the professor shushed the class before droning on about what topics we will be covering this semester.

"You were all given a list of books that you needed to buy and read for this semester. I suggest you make sure you do." The professor said as they dismissed the class.

"So why did you call me mouse?" I asked Y/N as we both walked out of the class together.

"Because you were sneaky and got in without the nutty professor noticing you." She smirked as I blushed as she seemed proud of it. "It's the first time you've done something like that isn't it?" She asked me.

"Yeah it is." I said as I looked down embarrassed.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of. This is college, we're all grown up now." She smirked as we walked to my next class.

"What have you got now?" I asked her.

"Basketball practice." She said as she started to jog away before she returned. "Meet me in the cafeteria at lunch mouse." She said with a smirk before she ran again. I couldn't help admire her as she ran through the corridor full of students. I couldn't help the silly smile on my face as I walked to Dramatic Arts. She made my first day so much better than I thought it would be. Drama went by fast and I was fast to leave the room because I wanted to see Y/N. She was a breath of fresh air and amazing to be around. Not to mention that she confuses me a lot. I feel like I'm attracted to her but I have only ever been with men before so this is new. Not to mention I am still a virgin. As I made it to the entrance I saw her leaning against the wall waiting for me.

"Hey." I greeted her with a smile which she returned an even bigger one.

"Hey, you ready for some food?" She asked me as she towered over me as I nodded. I could never get tired of her taking my hand in hers and taking charge as she pulled me towards the cue and grabbed two trays and handed me mine. "So what are you majoring in?" She asked me as she picked what she wanted.

"Drama, I want to be an actress." I told her as I picked my own food.

"Wow. So Broadway or Hollywood?" She asked me as she paid for both of our food without giving me a chance. She carried both of our trays to a table away from the busy students and we sat across from each other.

"Hollywood. I am not a Broadway person but NYU has the best Drama programme in the states." I told her as we ate. "What about you?"

"Oh I'm here on a basketball scholarship. I want to make it to the WNBA." She told me as she finished her food. "It's always been a dream of mine. I actually have a cousin who is an actress." She told me as I listened as she spoke about her.

"Has she been in any movies that I know of?" I asked her as she thought.

"Nanny Diaries, Eight Legged Freaks. Scar has been in a load more but I am useless with movies." She said as she finished her drink. "We both grew up here in New York together. So what about you? Where are you from?"

"Well I'm from California, my sisters were actresses but now they live here in New York and run their own fashion label." I told her with a smile. It's nice to have someone about who knows what it's like to grow up with someone famous in their family. We were having an excellent lunch until someone came up to Y/N.

"Hey Y/N/N, Dee's having a party tonight, her parents are out of town if you fancy coming?" They told her as they looked towards me. "You can bring your girlfriend." They smirked and I could have swore that I saw Y/N blush as she looked down before looking at me.

"Would you like to come?" She asked me as they left the two of us alone. "You don't have to if you don't want to." She said quickly as I was overthinking things.

"I do want to, it's just that I'm nervous." I whispered as she gave me a soft smile.

"Don't be. We will go together and I'll stay by your side the whole night and when you have had enough we can leave together." She told me.

"What time do you usually go?" I asked her as we both cleared our trays and walked to the exit.

"We can get there for 9pm." She suggested as we walked around the quad for a while before our last lesson. "What dorm are you in?" She asked me.

"I don't have a dorm. I have an apartment just outside of campus." I told her softly as she nodded. "If you want we could always meet after last lesson and go get your clothes and head to my apartment and you can help me pick what to wear." I suggested as she thought about it.

"Yeah that sounds like a plan." She smiled at me before we parted ways. "Meet back here after lesson?" She said as I nodded with a smile before I headed off. My first day couldn't have gone better than it has and it's all thanks to Y/N. She has made it calm for me and I am forever grateful for her. I got to the quad first and waited for almost 10 minutes when I saw her running from the direction she left earlier. "I'm so sorry I'm late. The professor just kept droning on and on." She said as she caught her breath making me smile that she ran here just to see me. I need to stop reading into these things.

"That's ok Y/N." I smiled at her as she grabbed my hand and led me to her dorm. We walked there together with our hands intertwined. We looked like a couple to the passing students. We approached a door and stopped as she opened it.

"It's not much because it's just me but I do need a quick shower." She said as she started to get her stuff together.

"Just pack your things and you can have it at mine if you'd like." I said with a smile as she nodded. I watched as she packed it all into a duffel and grabbed my hand and led me out of the dorm. Luckily school only started on a Friday so we could get the curriculum for our subjects and it's the weekend. We walked on the busy streets of New York to my apartment building. My sisters made sure to get me an apartment in a building with high security so they knew that I would be safe. I smiled at the doorman as I led Y/N to the lift and pressed my floor number. It's nice to have someone who is used to all of this because if they weren't, her mouth would be hanging open right now. "It's only a small one bedroom but it's enough for me." I said shyly as she looked around before looking at me.

"It's a beautiful place. Very homey with all of the plants." She said as she looked at me.

"I love my plants, it soothes me to tend to them." I whispered shyly as she just gazed in to my eyes intensely.

"I think it's amazing that you have an outlet for the stress and anxiety." She said as she placed her bag down.

"How do you know I suffer with anxiety?" I asked her shyly as she stepped closer and cupped my cheeks to make eye contact with me.

"The way you play with your fingers and bite your lip nervously. The way your eyes search every room to find an escape or when you bite the inside of your cheek." She said softly.

"You've only just met me today." I stated quietly as I was getting lost in her eyes.

"And I would love to get to know you more." She smiled at me as my heart swelled at her statement. After the serious conversation that seriously has me questioning my sexuality, we spent a while watching Star Wars and eating before we decided to get ready and leave for the party. As we walked through the streets of New York, Y/N wrapped her arms around my shoulders and kept me close which forced me to wrap my arm around her. Maybe it is just my way of saying the I wanted to be closer to her. We walked to a house which had a small basketball court on the driveway with a couple of people playing around as the music was blaring and people dancing and talking. "Are you sure you're going to be ok with this?" She asked me as I nodded with a nervous smile before she kept me close as we walked inside. We walked up to her group of friends and she introduced me. The one who invited us earlier was her friend from high school, Jack. Dee was the one who's parents owned the house and a few years older with a few of her other friends. I was quite nervous about them because some of them seem to be from the rough end of town but they were all welcoming.

"Just keep her away from T." Jack warned Y/N who's grip around my shoulder tightened as she pulled me closer making me wonder who this T was.

"What is he doing here?" She asked Jack quietly as I watched her expression become serious.

"He keeps coming around with Mike. He keeps trying to get Sian back but she keeps rejecting him. You know he doesn't take no for an answer." Jack told her as Y/N looked around the house. "So just be careful. Both of you." She said before she walked away. I looked at Y/N who kept looking around for T.

"Who is this T dude?" I asked her as she fixed her eyes on me.

"You don't want to meet him." She said with worry in her eyes. "He is always sweet and gentle when you first meet but he is bad news." She finished as her eyes landed on a tall half cast man. He looked a few years older than us, he looked around Dee's age. He was stood talking with Mike before his eyes caught Y/N and myself before he walked over to us.

"Y/N, I haven't seen you in a while." He greeted her as he kept looking me up and down making me uncomfortable. I felt Y/N's arm around me tighten as she moved me closer to her. "Who is this you brought?" He asked her as he kept his eyes on me.

"This is my girlfriend Liz." She told him as I looked at her in shock before I quickly acted on what she was doing.

"Hi." I said sweetly as I rested my hands on Y/N's toned stomach under the shirt. I watched as his eyes followed my hand and saw something flash in his eyes. "It's nice to meet you."

"Why don't we get a drink and we can get to know each other." He suggested with a smirk as his eyes never left me.

"We're good T." She told him bluntly making him scoff.

"I'm sure the cutie can answer for herself." He said with a smirk as I could feel the anger radiating from her.

"Y/N, Liz come over here." Jack shouted us both from across the room thankfully. I dragged Y/N away from T as I could feel his eyes on the two of us. "Are you ok?" Jack asked us both as we both just nodded. She handed the two of us a drink before Y/N downed hers and I finished mine before Y/N dragged me to a bathroom upstairs away from everyone. She locked the door and leaned her head against it before she turned to face me with worry and fear in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry I shouldn't have brought you here. I thought he would have given up with trying to get Sian back but I was clearly wrong." She said as she paced in the small bathroom. "And I am sorry that I introduced you as my girlfriend. I hoped that it would stop him from wanting you but clearly it has made him want you more."

"It's ok Y/N. I don't ever have to see him again if I don't come to one of these parties." I told her softly as she sighed. "Just don't blame yourself for this ok."

"Should we head home?" She asked me with a small smile which I just nodded in reply. She held my hand as she led me through the house towards the exit. Once we were outside and up the street she took a deep breath and looked back before we started to walk again. Most of the way there she was quiet and very cautious of her surroundings..

"What is going on Y/N?" I asked her finally having enough. She stopped in her tracks and gave me her full attention.

"I'm just a little on edge." She told me with a small smile.

"Just a little?" I scoffed as I folded my arms across my chest. "You have been looking around over your shoulder like you are waiting for something to jump out of the darkness."

"It's just complicated." She said sadly. "Let's get you home and we will talk about it another time ok." She reasoned and I just nodded as she held my hand in hers as she walked me to my door. "Here's my number, text me when you're free next." She said as she stood by the door with her duffel as she put her number in my phone.

"It's 2am." I stated seriously.

"I know." She replied.

"You can't go back now. It's dangerous." I told her genuinely because I want her to be safe. "Just stay with me." I told her as she shook her head. "Please." I begged her and used my puppy dog eyes which usually help me get what I want.

"Now that's not fair." She sighed as she gave in and allowed me to pull her to my room. "I'll be fine sleeping on the sofa." She said as I shook my head. I have no idea where my confidence came from when I next spoke.

"I want to share a bed with my girlfriend and cuddle." I told her with my lip between my teeth. She groaned and followed me reluctantly. I got myself undressed as did she. I noticed that she wears boxers but thought nothing of it as we both climbed into bed.

"Before you ever call me your girlfriend, there is a lot that you don't know about me." She whispered as she lay on her back as I turned to face her.

"What do you mean?" I asked her as she looked at me softly.

"Spending today with you has been one of the best days I have ever had since before Scar stopped visiting but you have made it much better." She started as I just gazed in her eyes. "And truthfully I really like you but not in a friend type of way." She finished. I caressed her cheek as I watched her eyes slowly close as she leaned into my touch before I brought my lips to hers. Our lips moved perfectly together.

"I really like you too Y/N." I whispered softly as she smiled before she remembered something else.

"Before you jump into this." She said as she pointed between us before she continued. "There's something that you should know because most people don't want to be with someone they would call a freak." She said as she took a deep breath. "I am intersex." She whispered ashamed of who she is. I just looked at her with a smile before I kissed her again.

"I don't care about what you have in your pants. I care about what you have in your heart and I feel happy when I am with you. You made the most stressful day of the semester so far easy. I truthfully hadn't had any anxiety attacks because you kept me grounded." I told her with a smile and watched as she took in every word letting it sink in. "We should get some sleep." I whispered before she lay on her back and opened her arms for me to snuggle into. Which I done immediately.

That was the start of us. We learned a lot more about each other over the first year of us dating. She met my sisters and they loved her but not like I do. She supported me when I left for my semester in Russia to become the best actress I could. Even my mum loved her when they met over christmas since her family was visiting her cousin in Atlanta and she wanted to stay with me. I went to all of her games and cheered her on. She looked so sexy with the sweat dripping down her body, especially when she wiped her face with her jersey showing off those abs that are only for my eyes. They were playing against UCLA tonight and I was sat in my usual spot with Jack as we cheered Y/N on. It wasn't until Jack froze and I followed her gaze to the other side of the gym and noticed that T had came and watched every move that Y/N had made. I don't know why but he still makes me uncomfortable even though I have only crossed paths with him a few times and thankfully Y/N was with me at all times.

The final buzzer went off and we won. Jack and I ran onto the court and I ran straight into her arms pressing a hard passionate kiss to her lips.

"You were amazing Y/N." Jack said as we pulled away.

"Thank you." She whispered before she looked back at me.

"You definitely looked sexy with all of that sweat." I whispered in her ear making her raise an eyebrow and smirk at me. "Don't shower." I told her sternly but before she could answer we were interrupted.

"Good game Y/N. Nice to see you still have it in you." T said as he stood beside Jack.

"Thanks." She replied with a tight lipped smile as she held me closer to her. I still don't know what his deal is because Y/N has yet to tell me. "We're gonna go so see you." She said as she led me towards the locker room with her. She let out a huge sigh when she noticed that we were alone in the lockers.

"What actually happened with him Y/N?" I asked her as I placed my hands on her face.

"It's quite hard to explain." She whispered with tears in her eyes.

Y/N pov

I wasn't for this conversation with her over who T was. I felt her eyes on me, watching my every move as I changed before I took a seat and sat on the bench in front of her.

"T is my step brother." I told her quietly as her eyes widened in shock.

"You said he is your step brother." She questioned as I just nodded my head.

"He used to be ok when we were younger but then he just kind of changed." I started as she sat beside me listening to every word I said. "Especially when he found out about my urm condition." I took a deep breath before continuing. "He knew I liked girls since I was 12 but he didn't find out that I was intersex until I was 16. He walked in on me and my ex at the time as we were you know." I said as she just listened. "He was furious because my girlfriend was in her senior year and we just kind of hit it off and T didn't like that because he liked her but she chose me. He said that I turned her dyke and started to call me a freak and would beat me up because of it." I said as I motioned downstairs as Lizzie nodded in understanding. "We just started to drift apart and then we became estranged and he only bothers showing up sometimes because he wants to get in to some new girls pants and that is how he sees you. Because I am happy with you. Happier than I have ever been with anyone, he wants to take that away from me because he thinks I manipulated Taylor."

"Wow. That is a lot." She said as she stood up and faced me. "And you couldn't have told me sooner?" She asked me as she stood between my legs cupping my face forcing me to look into her gorgeous green eyes.

"I was ashamed." I whispered as I forced myself to look away.

"None of that was your fault. You are an amazing person Y/N, and I am falling for you. Since the day you said that we can be late together and took my hand in yours." She said with a soft smile as she tightened her grip on my jaw. I could see her leaning in and met her half way in a gentle passionate kiss. This is the place that makes me happy. She makes me happy. As the kiss turned into a make out session she straddled my lap and held my neck as I held her hips tightly as our tongues danced together. "I'm ready Y/N." She whispered as she gazed in my eyes and all I could see was a tiny slither of the green that I love. I gave her a soft peck and stood up and grabbed my duffel as we both walked hand in hand to her apartment. As soon as we were inside and I closed the door, her lips were on mine in an instant as she devoured me. She took control of the kiss as we walked to her bedroom.

Lizzie's pov

I was happy that she opened up to me, it shown me that she can be vulnerable with me and I admire her for that. But I am truly falling in love with her. She stopped her movements before she pulled away slightly to look in my eyes.

"Are you sure about this?" She asked me as I pulled her in for another kiss.

"I am sure. I want this. I want you." I whispered before she pulled me closer and kissed me harder making me moan as her tongue invaded my mouth. She helped me remove my shirt before she moved her hand to my jeans and undone the button and zip. She pulled them down with her as she got on her knees, her eyes never leaving mine as I stepped out of the before she stood up and caressed my cheeks while gazing in my eyes lovingly.

"You are absolutely stunning Elizabeth." She husked out as I helped her out of her clothes, leaving the both of us in our underwear. I couldn't get enough of her toned form, the way her v line is always so prominent along with her abs. I pulled her back into me and kissed her again as she lay me down gently on the bed. I couldn't help the smile on my face as she was so gentle with me. She reached over to my night stand with a smirk at the box of condoms I had bought recently just incase. "You're prepared." She teased as she ripped one off the strip as I removed my bra and watched as her eyes raked over my chest. I could feel her hardened member against my clothed core as she was situated with her crotch in between my legs making me moan.

"Please just have me Y/N. I need you in me." I whispered seductively before I bit my lip and watched as she fell silent. We both made quick work of our underwear before she put the condom on.

"This may hurt at first." She said softly as she gazed in my eyes. "If you want to stop at any time, just tell me and I will stop." She finished as I pulled her in for a loving kiss.

"I'm ready Y/N. Please I want you." I reassured her before I hissed in pain as she pushed her length inside of me. She waited until I was used to it before she started to thrust slowly, the pain slowly turning into pleasure. I let a moan slip past my lips before I pulled her down for a sloppy kiss. She started to increase her speed hitting a certain spot making me go wild. Luckily we have fooled around before so I know what to expect with the feelings and warning signs of my orgasm. She had only ever made me cum and never pressured me into pleasuring her if I didn't want to. It's not that I didn't want to, it's more I don't know what I am doing. My hands scratched down her back as I felt the pressure in my stomach building up signalling my release. "I'm so close Y/N." I breathed out as she went faster.

"Me too sweetheart." She grunted as her movements became sloppier with each thrust as she chased both of our highs. "Fuck." She grunted as she unloaded into the condom as I moaned loudly as I came. She slowed down her thrusts to help ride out our highs before she pulled out and went to the bathroom. She came back with a wash clothe to clean me up. I winced at being sensitive which she apologized before she threw the cloth in the hamper before getting in bed beside me. I snuggled up to her with a tired smile as she wrapped her arms around me kissing the top of my head. I loved the feeling of her skin on mine. It made me feel safe.

Over the next few weeks, the twins invited the two of us over for thanksgiving, they loved Y/N when they first met her which made me extremely happy. Y/N and MK were also inseparable when they were together. They are practically the same person which warms my heart that my sisters love her as much as I do.

"Mum's coming a little later on. She wants to see Y/N. She's missed her." Ashley told me as we both prepared the ingredients for dinner as we listened to MK and Y/N shout at the tv as the football was on. I chuckled at the bond that she formed with all of my family because it seems that they rather see Y/N than me.

"I guess no one misses me anymore." I teased her making her shake her head before she stopped to look at me before we both looked over at the two troublemakers on the sofa.

"It's just that you seem very happy. Extremely happy and we have never seen you like this other than when you are on stage at your school recitals. But to see that everyday because of that girl over there is the best thing that we can wish for for our baby sister. That's all we want for you. To be happy." She said softly making me smile. She wasn't wrong because she does make me extremely happy.

"I'm in love with her." I told her shakily as she looked at me with wide eyes as I continued. "Since the day we met, she made me question things. A lot of things about the world but mostly about myself. I always thought that some girls were cute and sexy but from the moment we met I felt this need to be near her as much as I possibly could. I felt alive whenever she just held my hand. Whenever she would hold me the butterflies would go mental and I thought that I would actually take off with the amount of fluttering I felt in my stomach. She just makes everything easier. She makes breathing easier."

"You should tell her." She told me making me chuckle nervously.

"But what if she doesn't feel the same." I whispered shakily as she just chuckled before she put her arms on my shoulders.

"That girl is head over heels for you. The way she looks at you is like she would take a bullet for you. There is no doubt that that girl is in love with you too." She reassured me. The rest of thanksgiving went by quickly and it was amazing. Just with how she gets on with them. She made spending time with family so easy which made me extremely happy. We walked together as she had her arm wrapped around my shoulder as she kept me closer to her. The crisp fall air feeling fresh with each breath we took.

"I have something that I need to get off my chest." She said as we stopped beside the Hudson River. I looked at her worried of what she wanted to say. "It's been eating me up for so long now and I can't hold it in anymore. Lizzie I have been extremely happy since you came into my life when I never knew I needed it. Everyday we have spent together has been hard because I have tried to not fall for you but I failed there because I am so in love with you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life if that's possible. I want to watch you become a famous actress and walk the red carpet with you just to celebrate all of your success. I love you Elizabeth Chase Olsen. I am in love with you." She finished before taking a deep breath. I couldn't help the smile on my face at her revelation before I lunged forward and kissed her deeply. She held me close before resting her forehead on my own.

"I am in love with you too. Since the moment we met you made me question a lot of things about myself and I managed to fall in love with you." I whispered as I gazed up into her eyes lovingly. "I'm sorry I'm not the best at speeches." I said earning a chuckle before she kissed me again tenderly.

Over the next couple of years we supported each other with everything that we had done. She pushed me to go for an audition for this movie called Martha Marcy May Marlene. Which I got the lead and we celebrated together. We went a good few rounds in between the sheets and I was honestly amazed by her stamina. She gave me her necklace that she always wore around her neck. It was a silver chain with a St Christopher pendent which she got from her grandpa. I was reluctant to take it until she practically put it my neck herself.

Y/N pov

Lizzie was away filming her movie, becoming the big star that she deserved to be. I was at Dee's with Jack and the gang shooting some hoops with Jack in the driveway while the others were inside drinking and just having a laugh.

"How's Lizzie doing, becoming a big movie star?" Jack asked as she passed me the ball from underneath the hoop.

"She's loving it. It's exactly where she was meant to be." I told her with a smile as I thought about my girl. "I got her this bracelet for our third anniversary." I told Jack as I shown her the silver bracelet with the inscription 'We Can Be Late Together' on it. She gave me a confused look asking me to elaborate. "It was the first thing I said to her because we were both late to our first lecture and happened to have the same one."

"Now if that isn't fate I don't know what is." She smiled at me as I went back to shoot again. We heard a car screeching down the road and before we knew it, shots were being fired. Both Jack and I tried to get out of range before we got hit.

No One's pov

Jack looked up from the ground where she dived to get away from the spray of bullets. When the car had disappeared Dee came out followed by the guys to see the commotion. Jack tried to get up but felt a pain in her side and pressed her hand there and noticed that she had been shot.

"Someone call 911 now!!" Dee shouted as someone ran inside as Dee spotted Y/N in the driveway in a pool of her own blood. She ran straight to the younger girl laying on the floor unable to move.

"I can't feel my legs." Y/N said as she coughed up some blood. Dee looked at her and noticed that she had multiple bullet wounds. "Why can't I feel my legs?" She said as a tear slipped down her cheek making the older girl let out a sob. Dee didn't know where to put pressure since she is lucky to still be alive right now because she was practically a human pin cushion.

"It's going to be ok." Dee tried to reassure them both.

"Y/N!!" Jack shouted trying to get their attention. Dee looked at her and shook her head as Jack started to cry. She wanted to get to her best friend so she crawled to her side.

"Ambulance is on its way." One of the others said as they stood over the three girls. Everyone stood around and watched as Y/N's life was slipping away with every second that she bled out.

"See Y/N, it's going to be ok. You're going to be ok." Jack said as she held her side as Y/N gave her a weak smile.

"The bracelet. Can you make sure that Lizzie gets it?" She asked her best friend who had tears streaming down her cheeks. "Tell her I'm sorry I couldn't see her first red carpet." Y/N said weakly as she motioned for her pocket as she couldn't feel anything. Jack reached in and got the bracelet and promised to give it to her. "I feel cold." Y/N whispered as everyone was kneeling beside them as she slipped away as the sirens could be heard in the distance. Jack was rushed to hospital and treated straight away. She lay in her bed and looked at the box that held the bracelet as she also held Y/N's phone in her hand. She needed to tell Lizzie about Y/N. She deserved to know.

Lizzie's pov

I was sat having a coffee with Sarah in my trailer while we were on break when my phone started to ring. Sarah smirked before she started to tease me about being in love. She was like another older sister that I needed, especially while being away from the one person who helped me through everything.

"Hey baby." I greeted cheerily as Sarah made smoochy faces.

"Hey Lizzie." Jack said from the other end sounding like she is in pain.

"Where's Y/N? Is she ok?" I asked her worried as to why Jack has her phone.

"I uh I don't know how to tell you this but Y/N is gone." She said as she sobbed herself down the phone. I froze as I processed the news that I had just gotten.

"She can't be. I just spoke to her yesterday." I said as I let the tears fall down my cheeks.

"I am so sorry Lizzie." She whispered as Lizzie could hear the beeping of a hospital monitor.

"Are you in hospital?" I asked her outright.

"Yeah. It all happened so fast. We were playing one v one in Dee's yard and talking about you and then there was this car and then a lot of gunshots. We both tried to get down as fast as we could but it was too late. I got hit in the side and Y/N, she got the worst of it." She said before she started to sob uncontrollably. "I'm so sorry Lizzie." She said as we both bid our goodbyes and Sarah walked up to me and hugged me.

"Come on. We're getting the next flight out to New York and we can finish the damn movie when you're up to it." She said as she started to gather my things. I needed to tell the twins. This is going to kill MK. She loved her like a sister. They were always together whenever we went around. Fuck there's a lot to do.

Once we landed in New York, Sarah came with me because she didn't want me to be alone. Ashley met us there and picked us up. She gave me a hug as I just cried into her shoulder. I didn't care if anyone saw because I just lost the love of my life. I know it seems dramatic saying that because I am still young but she was the love of my life. We drove straight to the hospital and we raced to Jack's room. She sat in the bed, she looked broken. Like she didn't want to survive.

"Hey." I whispered as I knocked on the door as Ashley and Sarah went for some coffee.

"You came fast." She said with a sad smile.

"I got the first flight out. I need to see her." I said as I sat in the chair beside her bed.

"The police have got her. Something about an autopsy not like they need to find a cause of death because we know how she died." She said angrily. "She should still be here." She said as she slammed her hand down on the bed. I held it in my own as my own tears fell. "She wanted to give you this." She said as she gave me a box. I opened and saw a silver bracelet with the inscription 'We Can Be Late Together' I cried even more as I remembered she said that the first day we met. The day that made me question everything. "She also said that she is sorry that she won't be there to see you become this big star and walk the red carpet with you. She was extremely proud of you." She finished as I just cried harder as she squeezed my hand.

The funeral wasn't easier. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. MK and Ashley rented out Y/N's favourite bar for her wake so everyone could celebrate her life. The life that was taken too soon. She was taken too soon. She still had her own dream. That was the first time I had met the so called Scar. I was shocked when the Scarlett Johannson walked in the bar. She greeted Y/N's mum and step father. I noticed that T wasn't here which I was happy about. I sat at the bar with two drinks. My own and one for Y/N, her favourite beer.

"You must be the girlfriend." I heard a raspy voice from beside me. I looked and saw Scarlett in all of her glory. I just gave her a sad smile and nodded before taking some of my drink. She ordered her own and noticed the one I had ordered for Y/N. "So you just want to get drunk." She smirked at me.

"No that's Y/N's favourite. It's stupid I know." I dismissed quickly.

"Hey, we all grieve in our own ways. I'm Scarlett by the way." She said as held out her hand for me to shake.

"I'm Lizzie." I said quietly as I looked at my drink before me.

"She told me a lot about you you know. How you wanted to become an actress all on your own without the help of your sisters. She wouldn't stop going on about that off broadway show you done." She said as she spoke about everything that Y/N would talk about.

PRESENT DAY

Lizzie's pov

I was sat across from the interviewer as they asked when the first time I had officially met Scarlett. Which was years before we actually worked together.

"So is that why you have that tattoo on your arm?" They asked referring to the tattoo that said 'We Can Be Late Together' and the date that Y/N and I met.

"Yeah it is." I whispered as I smiled at a picture of Y/N and I from college that they had somehow gotten.

"It was your husband who sent the picture in. As much as he we all love him, if Y/N was still here would you still be together right now?" They asked me as I gave a small smile as my heart tightened at the thought of her.

"Yeah, we would be. As much as I love Robbie, Y/N was the love of my life. She came into my life when I needed someone to bring out that confidence I didn't know I had in me." I said as I let a tear slip. "I still cry about her today and what makes me love Robbie more is that he just comforts me. He doesn't care that there was someone who my heart belongs to. He admires the story of our relationship." I smiled as I thought about my wonderful husband.

"Well it does sound like a true fairytale that ended all too soon." They said sadly as I nodded in agreement. "Did they manage to catch the person responsible?" They asked.

"Yeah they did. They are serving life in prison now." I said as I hated thinking about the man who was her step brother who took her away from me. "She would have been playing pro basketball since that was her dream. She wanted to be in the WNBA. Her best friend from college plays for the LA Sparks and wears her initials to every game."

"That's sweet of her." They said as we concluded the interview. I went backstage and Robbie instantly wrapped his arms around me.

"I want to see her." I said softly as he nodded as he led me to the car. We drove to the cemetery where she lay. Robbie remained by the car as I walked with the white lillies that we had bought for her. They were the flowers she always bought me when we were together. She would even have them sent to me on set when we first started filming. I knelt down not caring about the mud and my dress as I swapped the old flowers for the new ones.

"Hey baby. I know I haven't been here in so long. It's hard to travel from LA to New York everytime I want to talk to you. That's why Robbie had a basketball hoop installed in our driveway with a plaque of your name on it. He is amazing, you would have liked him and his music. He never pushes me to move on from you like the others have. He understands that my heart lies here with you." I started as I wiped my tears away. "I did make it big like you always said and you always walk the carpet with me at every event." I said as I held the St Christopher that she had given me before I left to shoot for my first movie. "I never take them off. It's my way of having you beside me so we can be late together." I said as I cried, unable to stop the tears. "I love you so much. I just hope that you will wait for me." I finished as I kissed the headstone before resting my head on it as I just sat there in silence, remembering all of the good times I had with her and the plans we had. I'm still following through with our plans and dreams for her.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #dom reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabetholsen #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x female reader

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bellaveux · 11 months

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i am watching dsmom again just bc and lord she looks so fine in that blizzard scene like ?????

#like she looks so dom in this ugh #bella’s chatbox!#wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen

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xxxdreamscapexxx · 1 year

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Ok, so I saw this randomly and ... OMG! The way Elizabeth casually slaps her butt while keeping a straight face... I just have no words! This is giving me such Dom Mommy Wanda vibes and it’s to die for! Disclaimer: This is not my GIF. I’d be happy to give credit if i knew who made it...

#elizabeth olsen #wanda maximoff #mommy!wanda #dom!wanda #top!wanda

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anyaeras · 1 year

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sugar mommy PT. 2 || E.Olsen

Paring || sugar mommy Elizabeth Olsen x y/n

Summary || y/n and Elizabeth both are working to figure out emotions, yet they also take some time to relax and be together.

Warnings || SMUT! ,, Dom/sugar!mommy Elizabeth ,, sub/sugar!baby reader ,, they/them pronouns ,, reader!pussy ,, strap!on sex,, vibrator ,, eating!out ,, overstimulation ,, mommy!kink ,, pet!names ,, praise!kinks ,, slight!ropes ,, legal!agegap

Part one ,, Masterlist ,, discord server

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Times gone by, and y/n's doing well, along with their relationship with Elizabeth, being her sugar baby was pretty much all positives, she was caring and nurturing, yet strict and demanding as she lived up to being in charge yet it kept y/n in line well. Besides the money was needed, to pay for school, and keep going in life, you didn't wanna worry about living paycheck to paycheck, and struggling to keep the lights on, with Elizabeth y/n didn't have to, it was nice.

Y/n was sitting in her English lecture, and it was only 8am, ON A MONDAY! Who the hell wants to be an English lecture at 8 AM on a Monday after a rough Sunday night... not y/n. as they started to daze off y/n was slowly pulled back to reality by the buzzing on their phone which sat in there lap, looking down to see a good morning text from Elizabeth.

"Good morning darling, I'll pick you up from class at 9:30 when it ends. -love Liz" the text from Lizzie made you smile, it was sweet moment like this that drew y/n to the older women more, honestly it was worrying that these real feelings wouldn't be reciprocated and everything would be lost.

"Mx.y/l/n, something to share with the class or are you gonna read from the text book like asked?" The professor, standing at the front of the room called out to y/n causing their face to fade quickly into a light shade of pink.

"Yes, of course sorry" was stuttered out of y/n's mouth quickly fumbling with the textbook to begin reading aloud, which was dreadful to the young college student, public speaking, wasn't really their thing, only adding stress to the missing assignments, and hangover stress they were already carrying for this morning.

"Late night? OOOO who ya texting?" Zack asked in a whisper as the class continued. Getting a nod from y/n yet they ignored the question which went with who they were talking to. I mean y/n did sign the privacy contract.

What felt like forever, the clock that y/n had been staring at this entire time, and finally the clock made it to 9:30 and the lecture hall was dismissed.

Rushing out of the class, y/n made their way to the main parking lot, looking for the black SUV that almost looked shady yet it was still classy to which Elizabeth was driving. Spotting the car quickly making their way to the door pulling on it, causing Elizabeth to jump not expecting it yet still welcoming y/n into the vehicle.

"Do you have ibuprofen?" Y/n asked immediately as a hangover headache was hitting

"I do, did you go out, and party little to hard last night?" Elizabeth asked with a cheeky smirk as she reached into her purse, handing over a small bottle of painkillers.

"So plan is we go back to my place, I'll order us some food, and we have a nice day, just you and me, stress free. How does that sound darling?" Lizzie asked as she shifted the car into drive heading off towards her place, which was definitely uptown.

The ride was alright Elizabeth ended up actually stopping to pick up some Chinese takeout, not before placing large sunglasses on her face, and slipping on a hat, after doing a little research y/n now knew a lot more about the star Elizabeth Olsen, so they realized more on why the older women was so privet. With that Lizzie left y/n in the car for a minute to think about their growing feelings for the older woman.

In the blink of an eye, Elizabeth handed off the food to yourself to hold onto it while she continue driving back to her place, unlike your college apartment, she lives in a beautiful penthouse in Manhattan, it's more relaxing, then hanging out on y/n's twin size bed that's for sure.

"Y/n? You alright? Something seems off" Lizzie asked not once looking away from the road as she pulled in to her buildings car park, fully stop in the car before turning her head.

"Oh yeah I'm fine haha" was the quick response given before hopping out of the car and carrying the food while also following her into the elevator.

Elizabeth was extremely smart. She could tell by body language alone, something was up in y/n's mind, I mean, the older woman could read the younger one like a book.

Elizabeth unlock the penthouse through the elevator, before allowing y/n inside, taking the food from the younger girl to go dishes onto plates before bringing it up to the living room so that they could watch a movie and chill, yet there was definitely a motive in Elizabeth mind.

Lizzie handed a plate of fried rich and sweet-and-sour chicken to y/n before sitting down next to them herself, reaching for the remote, and turning on a film that was unfamiliar to y/n, yet they just kinda went with it.

I didn't take long for y/n to realize why Elizabeth pick this movie, the opening scene was a little steamy, yet pretty damn hot, as they both finished eating and setting the plates on the coffee table, Liz reached over pulling y/n closer into her body.

You started to move around more, from discomfort, but honestly, the movie was quite a turn on, and it didn't help that the beautiful woman you are falling in love with is running her fingers threw your hair, ever now and then she moves her fingers down your back before going back to your hair.

"Y/n you seem to be distracted, you alright" Lizzie chimed in at a random point her voice staying soft yet it was a harsh rip back to reality.

"Yeah yeah I'm fine!"

"Really honey, you seem all bothered?" the other woman was relentless, she knew y/n was turned on and she was interested in pushing y/n to their breaking point.

Elizabeth went with the bolder option, pulling y/n more into her lap before kissing the side of their neck, moving slowly upwards pulling soft airy moans from y/n as Lizzie reached y/n's mouth turning the younger one to face her now as they made out.

Y/n pulled away desperate for air gaining a smirk from Elizabeth before she spoke

"And here I thought that movie didn't effect you, saying you're fine hmm?" The older women teased.

"Is this okay baby?" Elizabeth asked gaining consent before continuing her game.

With the yes coming quickly from y/n lizzie moved her hands down to the waistband of the sweat pants the younger one was wearing, reaching through their folds

"baby you're fucking dripping" was the first thing that came from Elizabeth, as she pulled her fingers back shoving them into y/n mouth.

"Clean them off."

Soon Elizabeth pushed y/n off her lap, standing up, which caused a whine to fall from y/n's lips.

"Mmm why don't you go to the bedroom, I'll be right there" Elizabeth instructed causing y/n to jump up and move to the bedroom, sitting on the bed patiently waiting for the older women.

A small gasp fell out of y/n's mouth as Lizzie came on with a rather large strap around her waste, and a very pretty and lacy lingerie set hugging her body wonderfully.

"You have a staring problem princess" Elizabeth stated strutting closer to the younger one, before hovering over y/n.

"Strip." The demand left no room for argument as y/n stood up and undressed form the comfortable sweatpants and hoodie they had thrown on for their classes this morning.

"Pretty pretty girl, I can't wait to take you" Elizabeth groan out her words as she shoved y/n down onto the bed taking them in as her eyes freely roamed causing y/n to get a little shy and impatient.

"Why don't you tell me what you want baby?" Elizabeth pressed, wanting to get something out of y/n

"You, I want you now" y/n said deprecarla and that was enough to get a rise out of the older women.

The celebrity reached for their tits harshly causing y/n to squeal in reaction to the strong grip, running a pleasurable pain throughout their body, going straight to y/n's core,

"Please mommy just fuck me" y/n cried out causing Lizzie to freeze for a moment, which forced y/n to realize what just came from her mouth.

"I-I'm sorry!" Y/n tried to get an apology out, but was cut off by Elizabeth

"No say it again"

"Mommy?" Y/n question still in a vulnerable position.

"Yes, I like it" Elizabeth stated before going back to messing with y/n's tits, the actresses hands were roaming on their body.

"Now, what do you want from me princess?"

"Fuck me please mommy" y/n complied quickly Lizzie lined up quickly, with a cock a bit bigger then last time, honestly it was a bit worrying.

Lizzie did add lube before hand, yet it was still large, as she slowly started to slip into y/n's core. Slowly bottoming out, the older women could see the bulge in y/n's stomach as Lizzie gave them a quick moment to adjust before trusting harshly. Making y/n yelp out at the quick pleaser rush.

"Goddamn I've been waiting to fuck you" the women groan making her trust quicker, fucking y/n in to mattresses as they let out high pitched moans.

" baby you are so tight, and you are taking my cock so well" Elizabeth pushed out never once's lightening up and by this point y/n was starting to be fucked dumb, they could only respond in incoherent mumbles, letting the older women have their way with them. Y/n was starting to get close when Elizabeth pulled out quickly causing their whole build up to be flushed down the drain, quickly y/n leaned up on their elbows, looking at Lizzie like a sad puppy.

"Aww look at you, so needy, and sad you didn't get off hmm? You know mommy is a little tired maybe you should encourage me to let you cum?" the actress purred and the college student knew what they were asking for and like they y/n was quickly begging. Pulling herself up to her knees before they started

"Please please let me get off. I'll do whatever you want just please fuck me till I cum!" Y/n spilled out as Elizabeth laughed at her, yet also the women shoved y/n back down onto the bed and started railing them once's again, quick and deep causing that same feeling to return to y/n's stomach, Elizabeth was rutting into y/n, the sound of sex mixed with loud moans filled the room.

"Fuck can I cum? Can I cum? Please!" Y/n pushed out fast almost not comprehendible, yet Elizabeth allowed it. With a loud moan y/n let go coating the faux cock with their cum, Elizabeth kept the cock inside the younger one, reaching down to kiss y/n harshly, waiting for them to calm down, before pulling the cock out of y/n.

"I think you can handle one more orgasm don't you?" Lizzie said kinda in a mocking tone as she removed the strap from her own waist and reaches into the nightstand for a vibrator, pulling one out.

Elizabeth moved keep y/n on the bottom, as she placed the vibrator using some rope she threw on the floor earlier to keep the vibrator in place on y/n's clit. Clicking it on, immediately y/n responded with a low moan, still extremely sensitive, their body jerking quickly at first from the overstimulation. While the actress moved to throw her legs over both sides of y/n's face lowering herself.

"Get to work, when I cum so can you"

And like that y/n was eating Elizabeth out quickly, on a mission to make her cum fast, enjoying the sounds of the older women's moans, and the vibration running threw y/n were great motivation, the idea of getting off the hot women above them in return getting to cum themself.

"Fuck fuck y/n so good for mommy" Elizabeth praised feeling y/n's tongue on her clit was enough, for the older women to fold over and let go, her juices all over y/n's face.

Lizzie pulled herself off, quickly making out with y/n tasting herself, as y/n moaned into Lizzie's mouth as they both could still hear the vibrator going, and y/n could still feel it for sure, trying to hold themself together and not cum just yet. Elizabeth slowly pulled away still aware of the vibrator.

"You can let go baby" softly Elizabeth let y/n cum, yet she was still feeling in charge, and was having fun with this. And like that y/n let go with a deep moan, yet Lizzie didn't once even move, the vibrator kept going pushing y/n fully into a dumb mindset of overstimulation.

"You look so pretty, all hot and messy for me" Lizzie let off a small giggle as y/n jerked and squealed trying to pull away, yet Elizabeth held them their.

"Mmm let go one more time for mommy, and then you can be done."

Tears in y/n's eyes as they mumbled some curse words before letting go one more time with a loud high pitch moan.

And like that the vibrator was turned off and pulled away, and everything was done.

"You were so good for me y/n, so good" Elizabeth praised and y/n was clearly dazed.

Cleaning up the room a bit, before Elizabeth went back for y/n pulling the now calmer girl up to her feat, and leading them both into a bath the older women had drawn for the two of them, giving them time to relax now together.

It was moments like this that made Elizabeth question the relationship of sugar mommy, yes, she pays the younger girl, and yes the younger girl attends to her needs, it's just does Lizzie want more, does y/n even like Elizabeth is this just for the money even though she liked supporting the girl financially yet if so, Elizabeth could pay up and go, but no matter how hard she tries it seems like a real relationship with feelings is forming.

Now laying in the bath all the feeling inside Elizabeth mind as y/n laid on top of her, resting her eyes it seemed. Yet all thought stopped when the small

"I love you" slipped from the young college students mouth, and that was enough for the older women.

#marvel #marvel mcu #marvel edits #lgbtqia #writing #lizzie x reader #mommy issues #fanfic #marvel fic #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen x reader #lizzie olsen #sugar mommy #marvel smut #wlw smut #anyaeras #mommy wanda #wanda x reader #actress

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sokoviansimp · 2 months

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Control

✒ Pairings: dom!wanda x subAgent!femreader, bestfriend!Nat x bestfriend!reader

✒ Summary: New experiences provide clarity and confusion as you begin your training with Wanda.

✒ Tags and Warnings: 18+! Mature themes, mind control, early dom/sub dynamics, enemies to lovers, slow burn

✒ Author's Note: sorry this took so long, I'm a slow writer and I was really sick for two weeks.

✒ Word Count: 8973

✒ Read Time: 20 minutes

Masterlist : Socials : Series Masterlist

After weeks of recovery, you were finally allowed to sleep in your own room. Though, to your surprise, all of your belongings were moved from your room at the SHIELD base to one inside the compound. The thought of being in another foreign place instead of the comfort of your familiar bedroom was almost as bad as knowing a team of agents had gone through all of your private things.

You were brought up to a room on the third floor. It wasn’t completely on purpose, but it had just so worked out that floor two housed the males on the team, and floor three had the females, which was just Wanda and Natasha, and now you. Nat wanted to keep you close during your recovery and introduction to the team. She also felt it was fitting for you to be close to Wanda if she was meant to be your mentor.

Nat made sure to show you around the entire floor as she introduced you to your new room, “I’m sure you’re tired so I won’t stay, but if you need anything I’m right down the hall, and Wanda is right next door,” she assured.

“Thanks, Nat,” you said genuinely, thankful for everything she’s done for you throughout this experience. She was the best friend you had and she always earned that position with the way she cared for you. The two of you were soulmates in a way that sometimes, only friends can be.

Once you were left alone in your room, you quickly realized how tired you truly were. It was late in the afternoon by this point and you had a long day as doctors came in and out to give you dismissal plans and best practices. While it wasn’t your typical bedtime yet, you decided that you’d rather get rest now so that you could have a full day back to the real world tomorrow.

As you moved around the room to get ready for bed, you appreciated the effort of whoever transported your things. It was clear that they attempted to put everything as closely as possible back to the way it was in your previous living arrangements. The room was a different layout so it was impossible to be exact, but you could tell that they put care in settling you in.

Even in the new environment, it felt nice to go through your nightly routine again. It really made the moment when you finally sunk down into the fresh sheets that much cozier. You put on some sitcoms from the 2000s, but you knew you’d fall asleep before it was over. The television was loud enough to understand with captions and soft enough to allow you to drift off to sleep as you wished.

About a week goes by as Nat familiarizes you with all of the amenities and protocols to get you adjusted as a permanent resident of the compound, and when she’s busy, she has Wanda take over. You notice that your tiredness isn’t improving at all. You’ve always been known for being chill and easygoing, and you always felt tired in some way, that was just normal for you. Since the incident, though, your exhaustion has felt like it’s grown tenfold. The doctors expected that you’d be nearing full recovery by 2 weeks, but you felt something must be off track.

By the end of the week; you’re getting sick of being babied, and even though you haven't fully recovered you think you might just go crazy without some fresh air. You didn’t make your way down to the kitchen for breakfast until almost 11:30am, where Wanda was already preparing lunch.

“Got a full night’s sleep?” Wanda sarcastically pondered aloud as you tiredly shuffled through the cabinets for some ceral.

“Doesn’t feel like it,” you grogily answered as you added milk to your frosted flakes.

“Maybe you should go back to bed then,” Wanda suggested

As if the suggestion alone gave you a burst of energy, you sprung back, “Oh no. I am done laying around like a potato! I am not spending a single solitary second in my room until I get outside for some fresh air.” there was a beat of silence once you finished your short rant, as if Wanda felt like you needed a breather after your small outburst.

“Alright- Well we can go out back and work on controlling your powers,” she offered once the silence ran its course.

“Yes! Perfect!” you confirmed as you took the first bite of your cereal.

Once Wanda finished up her lunch, she sat across from you to eat in mostly silence. It was a comfortable silence though, the crunch of your cereal breaking it ever so slightly. The two of you sat there and scrolled on your phones until your food was finished. You thoroughly cleaned your plate while you waited for Wanda to finish up her meal.

Even though you were quite familiar with the compound, visiting Nat often. You had no idea what surrounded the area. Adversely, Wanda spent a lot of time exploring the terrain that the compound sat within, especially when she was first adjusting to her new home. She explored to take her mind off of the events that led her to reside at the compound and forget about the clinical aesthetic that lacked any personality or comfort. It gave her an outlet that felt like an escape from reality.

“Where are we going?” You felt like she was leading you to some secret secluded area where no one could hear you scream, and in a way, she was.

“To work on your control,” that wasn’t the answer you were looking for. So you did what you do best, offer a snarky response.

You huffed, “That’s exactly what someone would say before leading me to certain torture, where no one can hear me scream,” you said with a dramatic undertone.

She looked back at you, slightly chuckling, “If I wanted to torture you, I wouldn’t drag you all the way out here to do it,” she bit back confidently with a sly smile creeping up, giving you a shiver down your spine that you blamed on the wind.

The spot that she settled at overlooked a mountain in the distance with a river flowing between the perch where the two of you stood. By the lookout, there was a long log makeshift to act as a bench, which Wanda frequently used to sit and ponder her thoughts and feelings. No one else really knew this spot existed other than her, she never spoke about it or showed anyone else until now. She wasn’t too keen on showing you her sacred getaway spot, but it was the safest place she could think of to practice your powers.

You gushed over the gorgeous area as soon as the overlook became clear and revealed its true beauty. The trees became more sparse as you walked, and the view opened up for you showcasing the natural landscape, “Wow, this is- it’s beautiful out here. I never knew this spot existed.”

“Yeah, no one does and I’d like to keep it that way,” Wanda said pointedly, ensuring that you weren’t going to start blabbing about it to the entire compound. If Tony got wind of it, surely he’d start building infrastructure around it and Wanda would lose her favorite spot.

Your hands shot up in defense, “Of course, I won’t tell a soul,” you confirmed.

Wanda, with an unamused look in your direction, “Not even Natasha.”

“Oh. Yeah, uh. Well, glad you clarified. Not even Natasha. Where should we tell them we are?” You asked, trying to come up with a story now because you aren’t very good at lying or even withholding information from your best friend, especially if you have to think it up on the spot.

“They won’t ask.”

Unfortunately for you, even if she doesn't ask, chances are high that you’d offer up the information accidentally anyway. You needed to come up with a cover story now to get it out of the way so that you dont have to come up with an explanation on the spot, “Well, what if they do? I just feel like we should be on the same page here.” you pushed.

“Y/N, it’s not that deep. Just say that we went to the other side of the compound grounds. See the river here?” you nodded, shifting your focus to the flowing water, “It spills into a massive lake on the other side of the compound.”

You acknowledged her explanation and with that, you were able to carry on with whatever Wanda had planned for you. She didn't have a particularly thought-out plan in place, but she had an outline of the steps she figured you would need to go through to grasp control of your abilities.

In order to help you, she needed to know what she was working with and how much power you truly wielded. After plenty of hesitation from you and coaxing from her, you outstretched your arm toward the mountain, “Go on, give it everything you’ve got,” Wanda encouraged.

Try as you might, nothing happened. Your muscles tensed as you attempted to make something happen, but you were stood there looking like a fool, “It’s- nothing’s happening!” you grunted as you let your arm fall back down to your side in frustration.

Wanda couldn’t help but chuckle, “Wow, finally something you’re not perfect at on the first try.” she claimed.

This hit a bit of a soft spot for you, “Contrary to popular belief, Maximoff, I’m rarely good at anything on my first try. I spent countless hours of practice and training to be where I am today.”

“Try again then” Wanda responded plainly, not fully convinced of the pity card you were playing.

You outstretched your arm again, trying to make something happen, but nothing did. Frustration began taking over and you tried again, with all your might you were trying to make something, anything, happen.

Wanda saw the way you became aggravated and quickly put a stop to it when she noticed your face getting red. Even though she enjoyed watching you struggle, she was nervous the effort you were putting in could become a hazard if you suddenly released the right type of energy.

“Ok, that’s enough. Take a breather,” she said as she reached out to put your hand back at your side and gently rubbed your arm in a soothing motion to calm you down. You took a breath, gathering yourself back together.

“Let’s try this,” Wanda started as she captured your gaze, “Close your eyes,” she waited for you to follow suit, but you hesitated, afraid of the vulnerability, “come on. Just do it,” she pushed, and you starkly fell into line. Wanda couldn’t help but smile at the way you jolted to follow her command.

“Good,” she approved, which brought that same tingle to your body from earlier. You’re not sure that you’ve ever heard praise leave her mouth directed your way. The redhead reached out with a featherlike touch and glided her pointer finger along your arm, “Now take a deep breath and focus on this feeling,” she moved from your left arm to the top of your neck, dragging down the middle of your back. It felt like your skin was on fire at this point, every small touch reverberating 10-fold across your body. “Feel how the energy in your body moves.” She practically whispered in a hushed tone.

You could feel it, everything was so sensitive. You weren’t sure if it was because you were actually paying attention to the way the air met your skin, or because of the way Wanda was gliding her fingers across, “Do you feel that?” Wanda questioned, barely audible so as to not break your concentration, causing you to slowly nod in confirmation as you continued to breathe slowly.

Removing her fingers from your skin, Wanda took a step back from you, “Now keep that same focus and raise your left arm out in front of you.” You did as you were told, slowly raising your arm and letting it hang until she gave further instruction, “Perfect, now shift that focus to your left hand. Don’t pay attention to anything else,” she stated firmly, “just my words and the feeling of energy flowing to your hand”

She could tell you were concentrating hard by the way your brow furrowed ever so slightly. “Now, imagine the energy flowing from the tips of your fingers. Concentrate everything to your hand and imagine it pushing out.”

You did as she said, and you were so focused on the feeling in your hand that any minuscule movement felt similar to a creaky floorboard. Soon enough, your hand started to tingle and you even felt the temperature begin to rise.

“That’s it, now push it through, get rid of it.” Wanda guided. You could feel the energy slowly reverberating from your hand in waves, it was slow at first but once it was out you quickly ramped up to a more sizable wave of low-frequency acoustic energy.

You were quickly losing control of it as the seismic waves grew quicker than you anticipated. Without even knowing what happened, you felt a comforting fog take over your mind, and your arm quickly dropped to your side. You stood there in complete bliss until the fog faded fully from your mind, “Y/N?” Wanda interrupted, “How are you feeling?”

You turned around to face her, “Tired,” you said with hooded eyes. Using your powers took a lot out of you, especially when you were already tired to begin with, “-but, that felt amazing!”

Wanda smiled in return, “I know, getting a hang of your powers is a really good feeling, I remember when I-”

“No, the feeling that came after, it was like my brain shifted and went into a different state. It was so relaxing. Does that happen to you when you use your powers too?”

That wasn’t the answer Wanda was expecting, “Oh, no Y/N. What you felt was me, using my powers on you. I noticed you were having trouble keeping pace with the volume of waves, so I stepped in to break off the outburst,” she explained.

“Oh.” that made sense, you weren’t sure how you were able to stop so easily when moments before it felt like you were losing control. That feeling though, god it felt amazing. Part of you craved it as if everything fell into place in that moment. “Can we go back now? I’m so tired,” you asked as a yawn escaped like a bookend to your query.

“Already? We just got here.” Wanda teased before she remembered you’re still in recovery mode. “Yeah, I’m really tired,” you slurred as fatigue slammed into you similar to the force of a freight train and you visibly stumbled trying to keep upright. Wanda quickly caught you and guided you over to the nearby rock to sit for a moment, “I-I’m sorry, I just-” you started to apologize but Wanda cut you off, “Y/N stop, you don’t need to apologize.” she reassured you, and when you looked up to meet her gaze you were surprised to see the complete absence of anger or disgust, something you weren't used to.

Once you got ahold of your bearings, the two of you headed straight to the compound. Upon entering, you immediately plopped onto the nearest thing available to sleep on, which just happened to be the couch in the common room, not even bothering to make the trek upstairs to your bedroom.

“Y/N, I think we should go to the med bay and get you checked out,” Wanda stated trying to urge you off of the couch.

“Mmm, later,” you responded groggily as if you were half asleep already.

“Come on, surely your bed is cozier than this,” Wanda persisted, but there was no response this time. She stood there for a couple of seconds longer, staring at your form and waiting to see your chest rise and fall a couple of times before heading off to the medbay to get Bruce’s opinion. She didn’t want to make a big deal out of nothing, and she would surely never admit it, but she cared about your well-being.

Bruce assured Wanda that she was right in bringing this to his attention, while not urgent, it would be best to get you checked out. You should be recovered enough by this point that extreme exhaustion shouldn’t come so easily.

You woke up a few hours later and after pouring yourself a bowl of cereal, you headed up to your room. Hearing the movement, and soft noise of the TV turning on through the walls of your room, the woman next door made her way over to knock on your door.

“Come in!” you called from the bed, as you kept your attention on the TV knowing it was only Nat coming in to hang out.

“How are you feeling?”

Taken off guard by a different voice, you did a double take, “Wanda? Sorry I was expecting Nat. You just caught me off guard. I’m feeling better, just needed a nap.” you explained, trying to straighten your posture and appear like you’ve miraculously healed with that short nap.

“That’s good! I spoke to Bruce and-” Wanda began, before you cut in, “Spoke to Bruce? What? Why? I’m fine!” you blurted out, hating the thought of being brought back to medbay for further testing, you’ve always hated doctors, and especially hospitals. With how much time you’ve spent in a hospital the last month, if you never went back, it’d be too soon.

“He said you shouldn’t be tired anymore, and it’d be good to get checked out.” She explained.

You shook your head, “I’m fine Wanda. This is nothing new for me, being tired is my normal. Now, if you’ll excuse me, the best part is coming up.” You say motioning to the sitcom you had playing on the tv.

“When Clair tells Phil that she was too lazy to wait in line for his iPad?” Wanda challenged knowing exactly what episode you were watching, figuring you were just trying to get rid of her.

“No. Well, kind of I guess, but after that Phil goes to the batting cages as a coping mechanism.” you clarified.

“How is that the best part?” Wanda pushed for a more in depth explanation.

Part of you felt like you shouldn’t have to explain yourself, but another deeper part of you almost wanted to open up and let Wanda into all the details of your life, “Softball was a big part of my childhood, so it always felt like the batting cages were a safe place for me too, a place to stop overthinking and just focus on things like my stance or the angles I caught the ball at.”

It’s not the answer Wanda expected, but it made a lot of sense now, “You crash birthdays there too, or is that just a Phil thing?”

You both let out a laugh, “No, no. Phil takes the cake on that one.”

“Mind if I join?” she phrased it as a question, but she closed the door and moved to sit next to you on your bed before receiving an answer, and treating it more as a statement.

Not knowing how to decline at that point, or if you even wanted to you just kind of shook your head awkwardly and turned the volume up. The two of you sat in silence, other than the crunch of your cereal and the laughter you shared at the funny parts.

Together you watched about 2.5 episodes before the cozy atmosphere lulled you into a peaceful slumber. Wanda hadn’t even noticed you were sleeping until she glanced over because you weren’t laughing anymore. She couldn’t help but take note of your contorted position, clearly uncomfortable.

Concern etched subtly across her features, Wanda gently shook your shoulder, trying to rouse you from your deep sleep. "Hey, Y/N," she whispered softly, "you're sleeping in a pretty awkward position. You should move."

Y/N stirred, emitting a soft whine in response, but made no effort to adjust her position. Wanda sighed softly, realizing that coaxing Y/N awake might prove to be a challenge. With a gentle touch, she brushed a strand of hair away from Y/N's face, a fond smile tugging at her lips.

"You're stubborn, you know that?" Wanda murmured affectionately, her fingers tracing your cheek. "Fine, I guess I'll take care of you then."

With careful hands, Wanda eased you into a more comfortable position, tucking a pillow under your head and arranging the blankets around you. As she watched you settle into a deeper sleep, a warmth that she hadn’t expected filled Wanda's heart.

With that realization, she hurried out of your room as quickly as she could without disturbing you and pushing any positive feeling she suddenly felt toward you as far away as she could. God, she couldn’t stand you. Once she got back to her own quarters she asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to send both you and Bruce a reminder to look into your exhaustion so that she wouldn’t have to bring it up with you again.

Your footsteps quickened as you rounded the corner, hoping to evade Bruce's watchful gaze. The prospect of returning to the medbay filled you with a sense of unease, a heavy feeling you couldn't quite shake.

Bruce, Wanda, and now even Natasha had all been insistent on your follow-up examination, but you continued to make excuses and delay the inevitable. The sterile scent of antiseptic and the cold, clinical atmosphere of the medbay sent shivers down your spine, stirring up memories you'd rather forget.

With each passing moment, your anxiety mounted, a knot tightening in your stomach at the mere thought of facing medical procedures and probing questions. You knew Bruce and Nat meant well, you were still on guard with Wanda, but the fear of hospitals and medical procedures was deeply ingrained within you. Years spent avidly making sure no one else was privy to this fear because being a SHIELD agent requires bravery and courage, so how could you be a good agent and simultaneously be afraid of the doctor? You couldn’t. No one could know.

As you ducked into a nearby corridor looking over your shoulder, you were relieved to find Bruce's figure out of sight. But the guilt gnawed at you, knowing you were avoiding someone who was only trying to help for the sake of your own discomfort.

Yet, the fear of hospitals felt overwhelming, you felt a sort of primal instinct that seemed to grip you tighter with each step. You couldn't bring yourself to face it head-on, not yet anyway.

With a heavy sigh, you resolved to ignore the issue until it went away. For now, you’d continue to dodge Bruce's attempts at persuasion.

Days passed with you mostly keeping to yourself, Nat was away on a mission for a few days so that made things a bit easier. When you did venture out of your room for things like food and drinks, you made sure to scout out the area before entering to ensure you wouldn’t run into anyone.

As Wanda busies herself in the kitchen, the air is infused with an enticing medley of aromas that dance and mingle, creating a sensory symphony.

The rich, savory scent of sautéed onions fills the air, their sweet fragrance wafting from the skillet as Wanda expertly caramelizes them to perfection. The gentle sizzle of the onions echoes through the kitchen, a comforting sound that signals the beginning of a culinary masterpiece.

Next comes the earthy aroma of garlic, its pungent essence mingling with the sweetness of the onions to create a harmonious blend of flavors. As Wanda minces the garlic cloves with practiced precision, the kitchen is enveloped in the warm embrace of this aromatic duo.

“Hey Wanda, Have you seen Y/N?” Bruce asks, entering the kitchen and immediately bing hit with the aroma of Wanda’s Solyanka dish, “Mmm, smells good in here!” he added

Wanda smiled at the compliment as she turned to Bruce, “Not in a couple of days, how’d her check-in go?” she asked while continuing to stir the dish.

“It hasn’t, I think she may be avoiding me.” He deadpanned

“What makes you think that?”

“Well, when I first mentioned a follow-up examination to her. She very suddenly had a bunch of things to do and ran off, and I haven't seen her since. This was 4 days ago.” Bruce explained as he rummaged through the fridge for a drink.

Wanda nodded as the gears began to turn in her brain, she let out a hum, “Interesting. F.R.I.D.A.Y where is Y/N now?” she spoke aloud to the artificial assistant.

“Y/N is currently practicing archery in the training sector,” F.R.I.D.A.Y informed.

“Well, at least she’s not in bed,” Wanda dryly chuckled, adding the last bits of tomato to the pot.

Bruce nodded, “Yea, I’d still like to get that follow-up in though. I have a meeting in about 10 minutes, do you think you could talk to her?”

“What, why me?” she practically whined.

Bruce smiled, almost devilish, and simply said “You’re her mentor.” before leaving the room with his glass of mango juice.

Wanda rolled her eyes as she turned back to the pot on the stove, it was almost done. She just needed to put it on low to simmer for a bit. Though, as she made her way out of the kitchen, she almost felt a sense of excitement. Must’ve been because her dish was coming along so nicely, because there’s no way she would ever be excited to see you. Right?

As Wanda made her way to the training sector, her steps purposeful and determined, she couldn't shake the nagging worry that had been gnawing at her since Bruce had mentioned your unscheduled appointments in the medbay.

Spotting you across the training room, Wanda approached with a gentle smile, hoping to broach the subject delicately. But as she drew nearer, she noticed the tension in your posture, the furrow of your brow, and the restless energy that seemed to radiate from your figure.

"Hey, Y/N," Wanda greeted softly, her tone gentle as she approached, "I was looking for you. Bruce mentioned you haven't been to see him yet. Is everything okay?"

Your reaction was immediate, a defensive edge creeping into your voice as you shrugged off Wanda's concern. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just been busy with training, you know how it is."

Wanda wasn't convinced. She could see through the facade, recognizing the telltale signs of agitation and avoidance. Something was clearly bothering you, and she could see it was something you weren't ready to share.

"Wanda, I'm fine," you insisted, your voice tinged with frustration. "I don't need to see Bruce. It's not a big deal. I’m not even tired anymore, I’m literally shooting arrows right now. Would a tired person be doing that?" you reasoned in a rambling fashion.

But Wanda could sense the underlying fear in your words, the unspoken truth you were trying so hard to conceal. She also knew better than to push, because she knew better than anyone that some wounds ran deeper than others and required patience and understanding to heal.

With a reassuring smile, Wanda reached out to gently squeeze your shoulder and before she could even filter her words, her mouth started spewing, "Okay, Y/N. Just know that if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you. No judgments, I promise."

Your tense expression softened, a flicker of gratitude in your eyes before confusion came crashing in, “Uh- are you feeling ok?” not only was that possibly the nicest thing anyone had ever said, but you were pretty sure it was also the only nice thing Wanda has ever said to you.

Trying to build back her stone-cold composure against you, Wanda snapped back, “What? Have you never had someone see that you’re hurting and be nice to you? God Y/L/N, don’t read too much into it.” she scoffed and turned to leave the training gym, “Class at 6:30 tomorrow morning, don’t be late!” she yelled out on her way to the door, without even turning back around to face you, “OH! And meet up with Bruce!”

“I AM FINE!” you shouted back.

You made sure to go to bed early that night so that you’d be able to get up early enough to make your meeting with Wanda without some sarcastic comment about your tardiness. It was still difficult but you needed to be on time to help prove your point that you don’t need Bruce, and you don’t need a follow-up exam.

The spot was a lot chillier than the last time you were there, you could still see the morning dew on the grass as the wind softly whipped through the clearing with crisp morning air.

Wanda was already there when you arrived, it was still dark but you could see her scarlet magic carrying her through the air as she set up targets across the way.

“Oh good, you’re finally here,” Wanda commented as she landed back on the ground on your side of the clearing.

“Hey, I was ON TIME. You can’t complain about that.” you defended.

She looked at you with a devilish grin and smugly claimed, “Does S.H.I.E.L.D. teach their agents anything anymore? On-time is late and 10 minutes early is on time.”

You just rolled your eyes in response as you changed the subject to ask about the new additions to the terrain, “What are those for?” you said pointing across the river.

“Something for you to aim at. Come, follow me.” she gestured as she began scaling a nearby boulder. It was easy enough to climb up the side of, almost like nature created it’s own version of stairs. The top provided an even better view of the clearing and a clear visual of where the sky hangs over the mountain.

Wanda made herself comfortable sitting at the top, leaving enough room for you to sit next to her as she patted the ground gesturing for you to join her, “What are we doing up here?” you asked, cautious of what she had planned for you.

“Gosh, what’s with all the questions Y/L/N? Why don’t you just go with the flow for once in your life”

“Fine.” you agreed as you took the spot next to her.

A couple of beats of silence pass as you both stare into the darkness that still covers the sky when Wanda finally turns to you, “Mornings are my favorite time to be out here.” she admitted.

“Why? It’s cold.”

Instead of immediately addressing your question, she turned back to the sky and took a deep breath. As if on queue, the sun slowly started to peek out from behind the mountain and paint the sky with warm hues like a work of art, “That’s why.”

“Wow,” you took it all in as you sat there in awe. The two of you shared a comfortable silence until the sun had completed its ascent over the mountain line.

As you struggled to harness your newfound powers, frustration simmered beneath the surface. Despite Wanda's surprisingly patient guidance, controlling the unpredictable energy coursing through your veins proved to be a daunting task.

With each failed attempt, your frustration mounted, a knot tightening in your stomach as you grappled with the overwhelming force of your abilities. But amidst the chaos, there was a flicker of something else—a thrill that coursed through your veins whenever Wanda intervened to take control.

Wanda watched you closely, her brow furrowed in concentration as she assessed the situation. She could sense your struggle when the raw power of your abilities threatened to spiral out of control. With a steady hand, Wanda reached out, her telekinetic powers weaving through the air as she penetrated your mind, guiding her movements with a gentle yet firm touch.

As Wanda assumed control, a wave of relief washed over you, a sensation that was both exhilarating and disconcerting. You surrendered to Wanda's influence, relinquishing control with a sense of surrender that both frightened and intrigued you.

But beneath the surface, there was a secret you dared not admit—a part of you relished in the feeling of giving up control, the intimacy of connection ignited a fire within you that couldn't quite be extinguished. It was a forbidden thrill, tainted by your tumultuous history and the unspoken tension that lingered between the two of you.

As the training session continued and you started to get the hang of it a bit more, there were a few times that you feigned a lack of restraint, the occasional slip-up, a deliberate ploy to elicit Wanda's intervention once more. To relish in the feeling of her control. You were ashamed of the forbidden desires that stirred deep down whenever Wanda's telekinetic touch enveloped your mind, binding the two of you together in ways you couldn't even begin to understand.

Wanda was quite literally inside of your mind, she knew what you were doing, and still, she played along. She recognized the subtle cues in your behavior. She understood the unspoken desire that lingered beneath the surface, mirrored in her own developing longing for intimacy.

Instead of reprimanding you for your deliberate slip-ups, Wanda chose to covertly lean into the unspoken tension that crackled between you. With a subtle flick of her wrist, she amplified her telekinetic influence. Your mind clouded with a thick fog, nearly impossible to see through, keeping your thoughts tame as you subconsciously followed Wanda’s lead.

Loving the feeling of having a complete hold on your mind, she reveled in not only the way that you hung on her every command, but also in the way you enjoyed it. She was going to have fun with this, give you small tastes until you’re begging for more.

Slowly, she released the hold she had taken over your mind. As the fog started the thin out, the first thing you heard was Wanda calling out your name with an artificial tinge of worry, “Y/N?” You blinked rapidly a few times before fully coming back to your senses, “are you ok?” her words were soft and endearing.

“Yea, uh,” As if the world instantly got the right prescription, everything cleared right up, “Think we can call it? I need to go lie down,” you admitted. Wanda wanted to decline your request, she was actually really enjoying herself, “Yea, of course.”

You had been laying in your bed for 20 minutes now, unable to rest because your mind kept replaying the events of your training session with Wanda. You weren’t sure if it felt so good for her to take over your mind like that because it was something you craved or because it was her. It could’ve been both, but surely she doesn’t feel the same about you. In fact, with the way you constantly get underneath each other’s skin, surely she despised you.

It wasn’t fair to her, for once she tried being helpful and you’re practically drooling over the thought of more. You had to remove yourself from the situation before it became too much and you made a complete fool of yourself. Getting up from your bed, you decided the only thing that could get you out of your mentorship with Wanda would be found in Tony’s lab.

“Tony!” with his back to the door, you noticed the slight startle in his figure, he wasn’t expecting anyone, “How’s the device thing coming along for my powers?” you asked, taking the seat across from him.

Once you were seated across from him, he raised his gaze from the object in his hands to meet your eyes, “The inhibitor?” you nodded, “yea, that.”

“I thought Wanda was teaching you how to use your powers? I stopped working on it because I figured you didn't need it,” this was the last thing you wanted to hear, this was your way out. You needed this thing as quickly as possible.

“Oh, Wanda agreed that it would be good for me to have it. That it would actually help me to learn how to tame them.” you lied through your straight-ass teeth but Tony believed you. While someone like Natasha would’ve seen right through that charade, Tony sure as hell wasn’t an Avenger because he was a super spy, intelligence can only get you so far in the detective game.

“Ok, i’ll have it to you in the next couple of days. I’ll just need to run some tests on your blood to callibrate it correctly, can you go down to the med lab today?”

Oh here we go, you’ll either have to face your fear of medical or keep hiding your budding feelings for Wanda. Surprisingly this is exactly what it took for you to get your follow up exam and run even more tests.

Bruce was surprised to see you, and even though your attempt at convincing him you werent avoiding him fell short, he decided not to pry. He was just happy you were here now.

The follow up exam wasn’t nearly as bad as you had built it up in your head. They just asked a few questions, took some tests and sent you on your way. That’s how it always is though, and next time it’ll be the same way. You conjure these irrational thoughts and then it builds and builds.

As Natasha returned to the compound , you could hardly contain your excitement. You missed her presence, and you were looking forwards to hearing all about her mission.

"Nat!" you exclaimed as you spotted Natasha entering the common area, a grin spreading across your face. "You're back!"

Natasha's lips curved into a warm smile as she greeted you with a hug. "Hey, Y/N. It's good to see you too," she said, returning the embrace.

The two of you settled onto the couch together, the familiar comfort of your friendship easing the tension of Natasha's recent mission. As you caught up on each other's lives, swapping stories and sharing laughs, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude that your friend was back.

"So, how was the mission?" you asked, leaning in with genuine curiosity.

Natasha's expression softened, a hint of weariness shadowing her features. "It was… intense," she admitted, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "But we got the job done."

“Intense, how?”

Natasha settled back into the couch, her gaze distant as she recounted the events of her mission. "We were sent to extract a high-value target from a hostile territory," she began, her voice tinged with a mixture of seriousness and intensity.

"It started off smoothly enough," she continued, her words measured. "But things quickly escalated. We encountered heavy resistance from enemy forces, and what was supposed to be a simple extraction turned into a full-blown firefight."

You listened intently, as your expression reflected the gravity of Natasha's words. Flashbacks of your recent mission sitting at the forefront of your mind as she recounted the events. You knew firsthand the dangers of fieldwork, but hearing Natasha's account reminded you of the risks she faced on a daily basis.

"We managed to secure the target, but not without casualties," Natasha said quietly, her gaze turning inward as she remembered the sacrifices made during the mission.

You reached out, offering Natasha a reassuring squeeze of your hand. "I'm sorry, Nat. That’s never easy," you said softly, voice filled with empathy.

She offered a grateful smile, appreciating your insight. "Yea," she admitted, her tone somber. "But we did what we had to do. That's the job."

As you sat together in the quiet of the room, the weight of Natasha's mission hung in the air. But amidst the shadows of uncertainty, there was also a glimmer of resilience, “So, what’d I miss around here?”

“Oh, nothing really,” you shrugged, “Same old things.”

“Oh yea? How’s your mentorship with Wanda going?” she pried.

Your cheeks flushed at the mention of her name, and of course the super spy sitting next to you noticed, “oh that? It’s coming to an end.” you responded vaguely.

“-an end? Why? What happened?” Natasha pushed for more information.

Avoiding eye contact, you explained, “Nothing happened. I don’t need her help anymore,”

Acting impressed, Natasha had a feeling there was more to the story, “Well, you got a handle on your powers pretty quickly then, huh?”

With a satisfied grin, acting as if you outsmarted some all knowing system, “Oh I don’t need to. Tony is fixing them.” you bragged as you removed yourself from the couch beside Nat to enter the kitchen which was still in clear view from where Natasha was seated on the couch, “you want a drink or anything? You must be exhausted.”

Nat stayed put on the couch, letting her brain catch up with what you just said, she was tired but that could wait, “Sorry, can we circle back for a sec? Tony is fixing your powers? How exactly?” she pressed, not letting you move on from the topic as she followed you off the couch and into the kitchen.

Using the refrigerator as an excuse to not meet her eyes, you pretending to weigh your options even though you knew exactly what you were after as soon as you left couch, “well, i dont know the technicalities of it, Nat, but he’s got gadgets for everything. Oh! And I had my follow-up with Bruce. He said that he’ll need to wait for the tests to come back but everything seems in order.”

Natasha hummed in response as she took a sip of the water bottle you slid over to her, “We’ll talk about this more later, movie night tonight? I’ve got to go take a shower.”

You nodded in response, “Oh, so that’s what that smell was!” you called out as she left you behind in the kitchen. She couldnt help but checkle slightly in response, “Oh shut it, Y/L/N!”

You were looking forward to a proper movie night with Natasha, it had been too long for your liking since the two of you got to have time to yourselves and relax together like this. You even made sure to run to the store and grab lots of snacks in preparation.

You werent good at cooking by any stretch, but popcorn, you could handle. You got a bowl ready, and made sure to season it with the butter powder that Natasha loves as you put all the other junk and drinks onto a tray so you could carry it easily into the theatre room. To your surprise, Natasha wasn’t the only one there waiting for you.

“Surprise!” Nat haphazardly yelled once you noticed that Wanda was sitting beside her. Against your own will, your eyes widened as your cheeks flooded a light pink. You didnt want her here, “Why is she here?” you asked, speaking to Nat as if Wanda wasnt sitting right there to hear.

“Natasha invited me,” Wanda stepped in and explained for herself. It was difficult to hide your disgust at the situation, you were looking forward to having a cozy evening alone with Nat.

“Why?” You kept your eyes on Natasha, not paying Wanda any attention, she was intruding on your plans, and you hated the fact that you’d have to sit through an entire movie with her, an entire movie being distracted, trying to push away the thoughts that keep plaguing your mind.

Natasha knew that there was tension between you and Wanda that likely should be addressed, and who better to be a mediator than your best friend herself? After thinking over your approach to dampen your powers instead of learning to wield them properly, she believed that spending time together in a relaxed setting like a movie night could help you work through your differences and potentially mend whatever set you off from training.

Additionally, Natasha valued both you and Wanda as friends and continually tried anything to see you get along better. She hoped that by bringing you together in a more casual and friendly environment, you could find some common ground, “Oh stop complaining Y/N, come sit!” Nat patted the seat next to her. Wanda wasnt phased by your display, in fact, she somewhat expected it.

You reluctantly sat without complaining further, “What movie have you two decided on then?” you shot off, acting as if having Wanda there excluded you in some way.

Nat ignored the attitude in your tone, “We havent decided yet, I was thinking a comedy though,” she answered.

You and Wanda both decided against anything either of you chose, so eventually you landed on a movie that Nat suggested. As the movie played on the screen, you held back your laughter, a subtle attempt to maintain a sense of composure in front of Wanda. Feeling somewhat guarded in Wanda's presence, hesitant to show vulnerability or let your guard down completely.

But as the movie reached a particularly funny scene, you couldn't help but crack a smile, the laughter bubbling up from deep within. Natasha, sitting beside you, let out a hearty laugh, her amusement contagious as it spread to both you and Wanda.

Despite your initial reservations, the three of you were soon found laughing uproariously, the tension of the evening melting away in the shared joy of the moment. You felt a sense of relief wash over you, making a conscious decision to let go of your hesitations and embrace the joy of the movie. Letting your guard down, to laugh freely and openly.

Once the movie came to and end, the next suggested option was “Modern Family” and without a second thought you clicked play. Nat slowly got up from her spot in the middle of you and Wanda, claiming she was exhausted and going to head to bed. You and Wanda stayed seated as the show began to play. You’re not sure exactly when it happened but at some point, Wanda took over Nat’s seat beside you, “So, how did your follow up go with Bruce?”

You sighed, “It went well I guess, they uh- they found in my bloodwork that I have this disease called chronic fatigue syndrome, which explains why I’m always tired and stuff,” you explained.

Wanda tilted her head slightly as she took in the information, “Well, surely you already knew that from the tests SHIELD did on you to pass academy.” She questioned, thinking back to her internal reasoning as to why you knew that you’d be able to survive the chemical at the Hydra plant.

You’re not sure where her thought process was, or what made her come to that conclusion, “What? No, I never got to see the results of any of those tests, it was all confidential.” you explained, “It was just a pass or fail result at the end of the graduate year.”

As if all the walls that Wanda built between you came crashing down, realization flooded in. She had constructed this idea of you in her head, an idea that you always had some sort of ulterior motive and nothing you ever did was out of any sort of kindness or altruism, “Wait, so how did you know that you’d survive the chemical agent that we were sent to retrieve at the Hydra base?”

“I didn’t.” you stated as if it were obvious. Perhaps it was to everyone else. “Oh! Speaking of that, I have some good news!” you transitioned to the new topic, tone laced with mischief, “You won’t need to mentor me anymore,”

Wanda arched an eyebrow, her expression guarded knowing that you surely didnt have a complete grasp on your powers yet, she hummed, “Why’s that?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk playing at the corner of your lips, “Tony’s making me an inhibitor,” you nearly bragged, “I don’t need to bother with them now, and we can go back to hating each other, no need to keep up with this charade anymore. Just like old times.”

There was a sharpness to your words, a cutting edge that sliced through the tension. You knew that your relationship with Wanda had always been fraught with animosity, a constant battle of wills and egos.

But as you watched Wanda's reaction, a flicker of something crossed her features—was it disappointment? Relief? Sadness? You couldn't quite decipher it, but deep down, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were doing Wanda a favor by removing yourself from her life.

Wanda's response was measured, her gaze steady as she met your eyes. "Oh, this thing?” she said as she held out her hand, the inhibitor that Tony built for you appearing out of thin air, surrounded by red tendrils of magic. Your eyes widened, “I was wondering when you were going to tell me. Imagine my surprise when he told me it was my idea.” she glared, expecting an explanation.

You swallowed hard before explaining yourself, “Yea, well- I. I figured that this will make things easier for both of us. Things can go back to the way they used to be.” you stressed, avoiding eye contact with the girl beside you in favor of quite literally anything else in the room.

Your words carried a weight, so much had changed in the last month. Was anything really better off before any of this? “You want to go back to the way things used to be between us?” she clarified.

Of course you didn’t want that, but it’s what you convinced yourself that she wanted, “I- I don’t know,” you muttered as the wheels spun in your head, “No?”

Wanda couldn’t help but smile slightly at the state you were in, she found it cute. So indecisive and unsure, no trace of the snarky confidence you used to hold. Instead, you were shrunken in on yourself, merely a shell in her presence, “Then what made you lie to Tony for this?” she pushed for an explanation, as she gestured to the inhibitor she was still holding.

You were feeling overwhelmed now, not knowing the right thing to say. The last thing you wanted was Wanda upset with you. Your breathing began to pick up ever so slightly, something Wanda took notice of, “I- I’m sorry, I thought you’d like it better this way. Without me.” you admitted.

Spinning in her seat so that her entire body faced you instead of the tv, the device in Wanda’s hand vanished as she moved it to rest on your leg for comfort, “Y/N, Why would you think that?”

Your body tensed at the contact of her hand on your thigh, keeping your eyeline low like you were a child being scolded, “Well, it’s just- I feel like i’ve become this responsibility for you, and you shouldn’t have to. I know you hate me, and that’s ok. I deserve it, but it’s not fair for you.” you tried to find the right words to explain your thought process, you werent even sure if it made sense at this point.

Suddenly you felt Wanda’s fingers pulling your chin to force you to meet her gaze, “Hey. I don’t hate you.” she clarified, “Sure we bicker, and get under each other’s skin, but I thought things were getting better.” she affirmed, and you nodded gently in response, “Good girl,” she whispered almost inaudibly, sending a shiver down your spine noticing the hold she had on you without even using her magic, “Regardless, it’s the least I could do, the only reason you even have these powers in the first place is because you saved me.” she admitted.

You didn’t have a response, staring back at her with doe wide eyes waiting for her to make the next move. She removed her grip from your chin and lifted the barrier from between your seats, “Come here,” she patted as she lifted her arm for you to scootch closer. You did as she said, nuzzling into the space she provided. Your shared focus shifted back to the sitcom on the tv as you relaxed into her embrace, “Wanda.” you muttered softly as exhaustion began weighing heavily on your features, and she hummed in response, “I never hated you either.” you admitted.

“I know.”

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lesbianpizza · 9 months

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LizzieCon

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Female Reader

Warnings: Daddy kink, dom/sub dynamic, marking, semi public, spit kink, cum strap, fingering, blowjob(R giving), choking, face slapping, spanking(once), brief nipple play, degradation, praise, breeding, allusion to pregnancy kink, pet names (kitten, sweetheart), let me know if I missed any

Word Count: 5075

Summary: You let your jealousy and possessiveness get the best of you at a convention but what happens when your girlfriend has other plans?

A/n: Lol I’ve been talking about uploading something for a long ass time but I’m finally doing it! This is my first time posting something I write so please be nice if it isn’t that good. This story was born when me and @olsenmyolsen saw Lizzie wearing those pants at Comic Con and basically lost our minds😅. They encouraged me to write and actually publish this so here I am!

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

You weren’t sure why it happened. You were used to sharing your girlfriend with the world to a certain extent. She was a celebrity after all, so a certain amount of sharing was to be expected. But for some reason it really got to you today. You knew Lizzie would be busy all day at this convention but what you didn't anticipate was the flood of jealousy you would experience seeing her meet so many fans. Not just the way they hugged her and gushed over how much they loved her, but also the way she giggled and hugged them BACK. It was irrational and you knew that, but it didn’t stop that feeling of jealousy to slowly grow as the hours ticked by.

By now it was the second day and Lizzie was still in high spirits, meeting every single fan with a huge smile. You however were less than pleased. You had barely gotten to spend any time with your girlfriend aside from a few measly hours eating and getting ready for bed while strangers hogged all her time and energy. You still tried your best to be supportive and put on a smile because you knew how much she’s come to love events like these over the years and deep down you’d hate for that to change. But you’re no actor and have never been the best at hiding your true emotions, at least not from Lizzie.

She had noticed since yesterday how your mood got progressively worse throughout the day and could see you glaring daggers at every person who went to hug her. She would have said something if she didn’t find it extremely entertaining. And today she had a little plan to put you in your rightful place.

Lizzie was almost done with the first meet and greet of the day and you had just about had enough. It was right around the moment someone asked to take a picture of them proposing to her when you started to see red. If looks could kill, that person would have been obliterated from every timeline in the multiverse. From then on logic played no part in your actions.

The second Lizzie finished up with the last person you barely gave her a moment's notice before you marched up to her, grabbing her hand as you said “Come with me” with smoke practically coming out of your ears. You dragged her to an empty hallway in the back of the convention center to claim what was rightfully yours. You couldn’t see it but Lizzie had a devious smirk plastered on her face because she knew what was coming and she couldn’t wait for her plan to unfold.

As soon as the double doors leading to the hallway closed, you looked around to make sure you were truly alone.

Once you were certain no one else was there, you pushed her up against a wall and whispered a singular word with as much authority as you could muster before your lips met in a bruising kiss, “Mine”.

It was desperate and needy despite the fact that you were trying to show dominance in that moment. You grabbed both of her hands and pinned them above her head as you pulled away from the kiss.

“You’ve been ignoring me all day and I need attention” you said with a little pout, still doing your best to be dominant with her for once.

She looked back at you with an innocent smile. “Aw, is my baby not getting enough attention?” She was aware there was still a small gap between the two of you that had yet to be closed so you truly had no idea what was in store for you.

She leaned her head forward and stopped millimeters from your face. Your heart rate elevated as your breaths now mingled as one.

“Sweetheart, if you wanted my attention that badly, all you had to do was ask” she whispered with a growing smirk. Seeing her expression made you falter, which Lizzie took advantage of. She twisted you around and slammed you face first into the wall holding your hands behind you as if you weighed nothing. It was quick and unforgiving to the point where she knocked the wind out of you a little bit with the sheer force. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t stoke the growing fire within you.

She leaned in until she was pressing you against the wall with her whole body and that’s when you felt it. You weren’t sure how you hadn’t noticed before. Maybe it was because she got dressed in the bathroom today instead of the room like usual. Maybe it was because she chose to wear baggier pants today and you were a little busy glaring at every human being that came in contact with your girlfriend but now it was undeniable. She was packing. You tried your best to suppress a whimper at the feeling, failing to push your ass further into her strap. She leaned in so that her lips were just barely brushing against your right ear.

“That’s what I thought. You’ve been a bad girl today y/n. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your little attitude problem since yesterday. It was cute at first, but now Daddy has to remind you who the fuck is in charge here.” Her grip on your hands tightened significantly with that last sentence as if to further emphasize her point.

“Now, you have two options. You can either apologize and put that pretty mouth to good use, or I can walk away right now and leave y-“

“No please! I’ll do whatever you want just please don’t leave me here!” You whined.

The smack to your ass was swift, delivering an exhilarating sting just painful enough to make you realize your mistake.

“Interrupt me again and that’s exactly what will happen brat” Her tone was harsh which told you she meant every word.

“I’m sorry Daddy it won’t happen again I promise! I’ll do anything you want just please I need you!”

“Anything baby? Can’t say I hate the sound of that” She let go of your hands and spun you in place so that your back was now against the wall and took a step back.

“On your knees slut” She used both hands to push you to the ground until you landed on your knees with a thud. You’d definitely be feeling that later but that didn’t matter now. She unbuttoned her pants in one swift movement and reached down. You could barely contain yourself as she pulled out her cock and you saw which one it was. It had been a while since she used this one and never in a public setting. Sure you’d fooled around in a changing room or two before but never with a strap, much less this one. She looked down at you with a predatory gaze that made your insides quiver as she reached out to grab your hair in a vice grip tugging you slightly forward.

Your scalp stung but all you could focus on was the 7 inch cock right in front of your face. Her expression softened slightly as she tilted your head up.

“Tap my thigh three times if you need to stop, ok baby?”

“Yes Daddy” you said as you tried to nod despite the hold she had on your hair.

“Good Girl” And just like that any semblance of softness evaporated as her eyes darkened and her expression turned hard again.

“Now be a good little whore and suck”

You barely had time to open your mouth before she thrust forward making you gag instantly. Usually she would ease you into it, allowing your throat to adjust to the intrusion, but not today. She wasn’t going to take it easy on you. Her pace was brutal from the beginning. Thrusting her hips in and out of your mouth watching as your eyes began to tear up. She couldn’t help but take pride in how well you were taking her. She had trained you well. Despite the rough treatment, you were in heaven. You’d happily take anything she was willing to give which is why you just relaxed your throat and let her fuck your mouth relentlessly. Not that you could back away anyway since she still had you pinned against the wall.

The strap was at the perfect angle so it rubbed deliciously against her clit. That combined with the adorable little gagging noises coming from the back of your throat had her feral.

“You better not stop until my cum is coating your entire throat kitten” She practically growled. She thrust harder, making you take her entire length as she held you there coating her cock in saliva all while still having a vice grip on your hair. She did this a few more times and was starting to dig her nails into your scalp from how hard she was gripping you. You wouldn’t be surprised if she drew blood. The thought alone had you rolling your eyes in the back of your head in pleasure. You hadn’t been on your knees for long but you could feel your wetness growing in your panties the more you sucked.

The feeling of her cock hitting the back of your throat was addicting and knowing you were at her mercy in such a vulnerable position made it that much hotter. She pulled out all at once leaving a thick string of spit connecting your lips to her cock. You coughed and tried to take in a full breath after not being able to breathe properly.

Your face was a beautiful mess. Tears flowing freely down your cheeks, lips slightly swollen from the abuse, and an unmistakable haze in your eyes. Lizzie could only think of one thing. She had to ruin you utterly and completely.

“God you’re such a fucking cock whore, it’s pathetic really” she leaned over and tipped your head up again.

“Open” she commanded. You mindlessly stuck out your tongue and she let a ball of spit land directly on it. You swallowed it without an ounce of hesitation.

“Fuck…never mind come here” she commanded as her pupils dilated more than you thought possible. “I’d much rather fill your pussy up and watch as my cum slowly drips onto your pretty thighs''

She lifted you up by your hair and spun you around so you were once again facing the wall. Your arms were at least able to brace for the impact this time. Meanwhile hers touched every inch of your body in a desperate need to claim you. Her right hand reached down to grope your ass harshly and continued further down into your dress. She used two fingers to swipe over your covered pussy and chuckled.

“Fuck baby you’re so wet. Is there something you want? Need perhaps?” She teased. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you squirmed.

“Daddyyyyy” you pleaded “Pleeeaase I need it”

“What do you need, baby? Use your words” she teased as she pushed your panties to the side. Her finger barely making contact with your needy pussy.

“Fuck me Daddy please! Fuck me ruin me use me please I-“ she interrupts your rambling by pushing two fingers into your wet hole, fucking into you slowly.

“You little slut. You’re going to regret saying that” she said with an evil grin.

“And you’re already more than wet enough to take my cock aren’t you sweetheart?” She asked, already knowing the answer.

After a few minutes she pulled her fingers out but before you had enough time to complain she had her cock lined up, already pushing into you. She bottomed out in one swift motion making you choke on air. Your wetness combined with your saliva still coating her strap ensured that it slid in with no resistance whatsoever.

She started fucking into you slowly at first but lost her patience to lust and picked up the pace grabbing your hair again to pull your head aside and kiss your neck. She sucked your pulse point painfully, soothing the spot briefly with her tongue before attacking again. You let out a wanton moan knowing exactly what she was doing. She was marking her property for the rest of the world to see.

Lizzie put a hand over your mouth silencing you.

“Shut your fucking mouth unless you want someone to see you like this” she said harshly. You clenched hard at the thought and moaned against her hand thinking about the possibility.

“Oh you like that? Fuck you’re an even bigger slut than I thought” She leaned in to lick and bite the shell of your ear as she whispers, “I bet you’d love that wouldn’t you? For someone to walk in while I’m fucking your brains out so the whole world can know what a whore you are for me.” You felt her lips brushing the shell of your ear as she spoke.

“You know, I should be eating lunch right now but nooo my little slut of a girlfriend needed me to take care of her because she can’t seem to go a few short hours without me being inside of her” she spat as she quickened her pace.

Her words only served to increase your arousal as you met her thrusts the best you could using your palms as leverage to push back onto her cock, allowing it to go even deeper. It should be embarrassing how turned on you were in this moment and any other time you would be but right now all you could think was how good she felt inside of you. Your orgasm was fast approaching and you knew she would be furious if you tried to cum without permission.

“Daddy…I- Fuck! Ple- I nee-“ you sputtered out. Coherency no longer an option with how deliciously you were being fucked.

“Seriously, you already want to cum? How fucking pathetic” Her pace not faltering for a second. If she kept this up you were going to cum with or without her permission and you did NOT want to find out what would happen if it was without.

Lizzie was getting close too so she quickly pulled out of you and turned you back around to face her. She wasted no time in roughly tugging your panties off and safely tucked them away in her pants pocket. She then grabbed your hips and motioned for you to jump up. You wrapped your legs around her waist as she held you up hovering over her cock just out of reach. Her being more than strong enough to carry the weight of your entire body but taking advantage of the support the wall provided.

“You will cum with me or not at all, do you understand? And look at me when I’m talking to you”

You whined and tried to complain but the slap to your face put a stop to that real quick. It hurt but still made you moan and clench around nothing. Lizzie rolled her eyes and put her left hand around your throat, squeezing the sides just enough to make you struggle for every breath. For a second you wondered how the hell she was able to hold you up with just one arm around your waist but that was going to have to be a question for later.

“Let’s try that again shall we? You will cum when I do or you won’t cum for the next week. Do I make myself clear?” She emphasized her last question with a short but harsh squeeze.

“Yes Daddy I understand, I’m sorry” you choked out with the limited oxygen you had, nodding the best you could. She released her hold on your neck and brought her hand down to swipe at your pussy teasingly reveling in how sensitive you already were.

“That’s my good girl. Remember baby you gotta stay quiet for me okay?”

You nodded as you felt her lowering you onto her cock, using one hand to hold you and the other to guide her cock. Once she bottomed out she resumed her rough pace. Fucking you against the wall with all the force she could muster. This new angle allowed her to bury herself even deeper inside of you, making your toes curl.

She used the hand that was previously on her cock to pull your dress down and expose one of your breasts. She leaned down and started greedily sucking your nipple, biting down harshly just to hear you cry out in pain. She continued sucking your breast leaving another cluster of purple bruises for people to see.

It was all too much. You were doing your best to hold back your orgasm but you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

Lizzie took a second to look at her watch to see what time it was. If she didn’t finish with you soon, she was going to be late to her next signing.

“Shit” She breathed as she fucked into you impossibly faster and harder. At this point you had to put your hand over your mouth to keep from making any loud noises. As much as the idea of being caught turned you on you knew that the reality would not be nearly as pleasant. She moved it out of the way and replaced it with her lips. Devouring you so all you knew was her. Her taste, her smell, her touch, nothing more. Just as oxygen started becoming an issue she pulled back and without hesitation you begged “Cum inside me Daddy please I need it so bad! Please just fill me up, I can't hold it anymore!”

She looked at you with the most feral gaze you’ve ever seen “You wanna be my little cum slut? Huh? Say it! Say you’re my little cum slut!”

“I’m your li- cum slut Daddy! Fu-“ you could barely push the words out with how cloudy your brain was. Something in Lizzie broke hearing you in such a disheveled state. It stoked her already burning fire into a blazing inferno. You weren’t sure where she found the strength but somehow she managed to start fucking you even harder and faster than she already was. You were a goner.

“If only my cum was real, kitten. I’d make sure you left here pregnant. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll switch it out for the real thing.” You heard the words coming out of her mouth but you didn’t fully grasp their meaning in all your haze.

What you could tell though was that you were getting dangerously close to your orgasm and you hadn’t gotten permission to cum. You wanted to speak up but no words would form. The only sounds that would leave your mouth were breathy gasps and moans as you inched closer and closer to your release. Staying quiet was a thought buried in the past as you both chased your highs. This was it, you were about to fall over the precipice head first into your orgasm and there was nothing you could do to stop it. You closed your eyes, ready for it to wash over you at any moment. The next minute you heard her voice cut through the fog clouding your brain.

“Fuck babygirl I’m so close! Open your eyes for me. I want to see you when you cum” she says practically out of breath. You dig deep and force your eyes open. It felt like your eyelids were weighed down by a ton of bricks but you managed to do it anyway.

When you opened your eyes you were sure you were seeing the face of god. Lizzies face and chest were coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Her cheeks flushed in a soft pink. Her eyes, full of lust and determination. Her mouth slightly agape letting out small quick pants that made her chest rise and fall. You could tell she was extremely close. She looked you straight in the eyes and panted out “Cum with me baby. Now!”

The next thing you knew Lizzie scrunched her face and reached for the pump attached to the strap. She squeezed it as she came, squirting her load deep inside you as she fucked you through her orgasm.

That was all it took for you to spiral into yours as she pressed her lips against you in an attempt to keep you quiet. You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut as your orgasm shot through you like a bolt of white hot lightning. It was one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever experienced. Your ears were ringing, your legs were trembling, and it felt like every particle of your being was humming. You weren’t sure how long this went on for but it felt like an eternity in the best way possible.

You both rode out your orgasms as she continued to fuck her cum into you. You felt so full you were sure it would start to leak out the moment she pulled out of you. Once you had both come down from your highs you stayed there desperately trying to catch your breaths for a moment, your foreheads leaning on each other for support. When you both had regulated your breathing a bit, she lifted you off of her strap enjoying the little whine that escaped your mouth. She set you down on the floor making sure you were leaning against the wall for support as you were still recovering. You could feel the cum start to leak out but before you could go to wipe it away Lizzie grabbed hold of your hand.

“Ah ah, don’t go getting any naughty ideas now. Leave it. You’ll stay like this for the rest of the day as a reminder of how much of a slut you are. If you try to wipe it off or clean it in any way, I will know and you will be punished when we get back to the hotel. Am I clear?” She said, vice grip still on your hand.

“Ok Daddy I’ll leave it. Can I at least have my underwear back so it doesn’t drip down my legs?” You asked weakly, already knowing the answer before she even said a word.

“No. You wanna act like a slut you get treated like one and sluts don’t wear panties do they?” You shook your head no, a small pout forming on your lips. You hoped against hope that your little puppy dog face would make her take pity on you, but you knew it was a lost cause. When Lizzie set her mind to something, she did it and no force on earth could stop her.

Lizzie looked down at her watch again and cursed.

“Shit I’m fucking late!” She exclaimed as she tucked her strap back into the confines of her pants and buttoned them back up.

“Go find something for us to eat and then catch up to me at the signing yeah? We kind of skipped lunch and now I’m starving” she said with a smile. Her face was void of the previous emotions she displayed. The only emotion you could see was pure love. “Rest here for a few minutes if you need to, okay kitten? You did such a good job, I’m so proud of you. But don’t take too long. I need my best girl at my side” She ended her last sentence with a huge grin followed by a series of loving but hasty kisses.

“Ok baby I will. Now go before the people riot!” You say with a giggle. She kissed you one last time before she excused herself and ran out the door.

You stood there for a few minutes collecting yourself. You played back the last 45 minutes in your head in disbelief.

‘Holy shit did that really just happen?’ You thought to yourself. What you two had done was beyond risky and so insanely reckless. It could have gone wrong in about a million different ways, but you didn’t really allow yourself to dwell on that. At the end of the day, it was hot as hell and you would 100% do it again if you had the chance. Yeah the proper thing to say would be that it would never happen again but then again, you’ve never been very proper to begin with.

You fixed your dress the best you could and started walking to the bathroom. Only now feeling Lizzie’s fake cum starting to drip down your thigh.

“Fuck me” you whispered to yourself as you started speed walking to the nearest bathroom to assess the damage, chuckling at the irony of that statement. Thankfully you had access to the staff bathrooms because of Lizzie so you at least knew you wouldn’t accidentally run into any fangirls in there. Luckily for you, it was empty since all the convention staff were busy working the event so you had the whole bathroom to yourself.

You quickly walk up to a mirror and look at your reflection and what you see shocks the living shit out of you. Angry purplish red marks littered the side of your neck and breasts which you only now noticed were actually kind of sore. No amount of makeup in the world would be able to cover those up. Thankfully, the ones on your chest would mostly be covered by your dress and the ones on the side of your neck could be covered by your hair as long as you didn’t really move around too much.

As for the cum that had now dripped more than halfway down your thighs, you had a choice to make. Would you leave it and risk the embarrassment of someone seeing it, or would you wipe it off and deal with whatever consequences Lizzie had in mind?

The choice was actually kind of a no brainer. You had just had the best sex in your life from misbehaving once. Who knows how good it could get if you pissed her off twice in one day. There was only one way to find out. You went into a stall to grab some toilet paper and wiped yourself perfectly clean leaving no trace of the fake cum behind. As you did this you wondered in passing if Lizzie was serious about one day switching the fake cum out for the real thing. You made a mental note to ask her about it in the next few days just to check if that was a heat of the moment thing or if she was actually serious. Either way, you wouldn’t be mad about it.

You also noticed the faint bruises that were forming on your knees from landing on them so hard. You were sure they’d be even worse by tomorrow but hey that’s what pants were for.

You checked yourself in the mirror one last time to make sure you looked as presentable as you possibly could before heading out to the convention area to buy some food for the two of you. You ended up getting pizza for yourself and some weird quinoa dish for your girlfriend. She might be into all those grains and vegetables, but you were strictly a pizza and pasta kind of woman. You headed over to the area where you knew Lizzie was supposed to be doing her signing. Security let you pass with no problem seeing as they already knew you from the day before.

You walked up to the empty seat next to Lizzie and tapped her with your elbow to let her know you were there without interrupting her flow. She looked over at you with a soft smile on her face as she acknowledged your presence and then went back to finish signing someone’s fan art.

“Hey baby, I got you this quinoa thing. I think it looks kinda gross but you’ll probably love it.” You half whispered so as to be respectful of the people trying to get their merch signed.

Lizzie just chuckled and shook her head as she looked at your pizza, “You know it wouldn’t kill you to put something green in your body every once in a while.”

“Actually I think it would and you’d feel terrible if you were the reason for my demise” you shot back with a cheeky grin. She just rolled her eyes in fake annoyance at your sass. Having given up on getting you to eat your vegetables a long time ago.

You took a few bites of your pizza before deciding to poke the bear.

You leaned in close to make sure no one else overheard you “Sorry I took so long, I just had to go to the bathroom to freshen up the downstairs a bit”

As you pulled away you saw the smallest change in her expression as her eyes flashed with recognition. She looked down at your lap for a quarter of a second before going back to greeting a fan and signing their funko pop case. As they walked away she leaned in closely so her lips were brushing against your ear as she spoke, “Didn’t I tell you what would happen if you disobeyed me sweetheart?” Her sickly sweet tone sent a shiver up your spine.

“Technically you didn’t actually specify what would happen if I did so I’m gonna have to go with no” you quipped. Your smirk was evident in your voice despite Lizzie not being able to see it.

She never faltered though. “Let’s just see how cocky you are when we get back to the hotel baby. Cuz you’re in for one hell of a night.” Your pussy quivered in anticipation of what she had in store for you.

And just like that she pulled back in time for the next fan to be ushered in, acting like nothing had just happened. She greeted them with a warm smile and happily signed the poster they handed her as they gushed over how much they loved her. Boy she was one hell of an actress.

You spent the rest of the time eating your pizza and daydreaming about all the things your girlfriend was going to do to you when you got back to your hotel room. You couldn’t wait. What could you say? Being a brat has its upsides.

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post 3!

#after more than a year #im so sorry i think everyone forgot abt this its cool tho i had fun!#dom is everything 2 meee #and lizzy staying bad as always #ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 maxis match #simblr #pntg #dominique olsen #elizabeth patel #natalie parker #g

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wndaswife · 1 year

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Request - “would you just shut up and kiss me already”

Not sure if you write Lizzie, but if not Wanda 🎃

elizabeth olsen & fem!reader

tags: implications of smut, fluff, dom!elizabeth olsen, sub!reader. MINORS DNI.

word count: 743

a/n: i’ve never written for her but im willing to try 😳

It’s the night of the first promotional event for a new movie you’ve been working on alongside Elizabeth Olsen for the last nine months. It’d been nine months of learning from her, and each one was nothing less than perfect, but for reasons you’d never expected to appreciate. Lizzie was such an openhearted woman, laidback and entirely down to earth, and you anticipated your every day on set with her.

Promotional events beginning meant that your time with her was dwindling. There would only be a few more showings and events before you were back out and ready to be hired by new directors, and it wasn’t often that two actresses playing main characters would work that closely again. Meaning, there were only a few nights left that you’d be in Lizzie’s company.

“Are you nervous?” she asks as she takes a seat with you in the backstage waiting room. She leans back against the couch, looking over at you with pert green eyes and undivided attention. Her very presence is calming.

She’d told you before of her experiences with anxiety- dread that often came over her and detestment of the press- but you’d never guess it if she’d never told you. She was impressive that way, and all the more alluring.

“A little,” you answer and offer her a small smile.

A hand is placed on your upper thigh, your dress the only separation between her slender fingers and your bare skin. “Don’t be,” she says with a laugh that makes you melt. Everyone loved Lizzie, but when she spoke with you, she was with you, and all her attention was focused on one thing only. She made you feel special in that respect. “I’m here for you. It’s not really as bad as you might think, although it still is pretty shitty.”

You laugh and look away from her, and you can see her eyes follow your face with a graceful smile.

“I’ve enjoyed working with you, seriously,” Lizzie tells you, and suddenly her hand lifts from your thigh and her fingers are placed against the slope of your jaw. She redirects your focus to her. “Have you?”

There are several moments you spend before you answer, and it takes Lizzie running the pad of her thumb across your bottom lip for you to remember to answer her. “Have I what?” you repeat blankly, stunned by her proximity. Her leg is pressed up against yours, your shoulders brushing as she leans over to touch your face.

She repeats, “Have you enjoyed your time with me?”

You note the way she asks you about your opinions of her rather than anyone else on the set, no other actors you worked with nor any other experience. Her. You become aware, overly, perhaps, about the fact that anyone could come in, anyone with the ability to spread rumours to the press and earn a few dollars for it. You swallow and attempt to settle your nerves.

“N-Not more than anyone else has, I think,” you stutter out. “And that’s not to say that you’re average, in any way, so don’t take it that way. But I just mean that-”

Bringing your hand to the back of your neck and playing with the strands of your hair awkwardly, you try to find your words. “Well, I mean that I really have loved being with you. No, not being with you, per se, but-”

“Y/N, would you just shut up and kiss me already, baby?”

Without a second thought, you concede, and lean forward to press your lips against Lizzie’s, mauve lipstick meshing with your own. Rationality follows you after, and you wonder if she had been asking you lightheartedly, perhaps as a joke, no less, so you try pulling away. But the fingers against your cheek round your head and Lizzie pulls you against her, further crushing your lips against hers. She giggles against you and she lifts her leg over your thighs, then straddles your lap.

The next few minutes before a knock comes at the backstage room door to call you and Lizzie up to the stage are spent with your hands on her hips as her dress hiked up her thighs, then her face buried in your neck as she presses lipstick-tinted kisses against your skin.

The rest of the night passes as a wobbly blur until Lizzie takes you back to her hotel room, leaving early with you after an hour.

#elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x female reader #elizabeth olsen imagine #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x you #marvel fanfiction #1k celebration ♪( ´▽｀)

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kaylin-lmfao · 1 year

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Ovulate. | w. maximoff

summary: in which wanda wants to try for a family.

warnings: top!wanda, smut, cumstrap, forced breeding, manipulation, dubcon, bondage, fingering, oral, i want to have wanda’s children, wanda please get me pregnant, i would trash my birth control for you, did i say that out loud?

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

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The conversation hadn't gone over as well as Wanda planned. It was something that had been on her mind for weeks, and when she sat down and finally told you she wanted to start a family, your reaction wasn't entirely what she had expected.

You didn't explicitly say that you never wanted to have kids. In fact, you eventually reiterated that you did want kids eventually, after the shock of Wanda's sudden admittance had faded away. You told her that you were just unsure and didn't want to commit to such a big decision yet. While you were surprised that Wanda had told you this desire of hers, it wasn't an unseen forthcoming.

Wanda had made it clear to you through several bouts in the bedroom over your time together that she had a breeding kink. From filling you up with fake cum straps and whispering in your ear how much she wanted to breed you as she fucked you, it was no doubt something she thoroughly enjoyed. You enjoyed it just as much, but you always thought it was just a sex thing, and not that Wanda actually wanted to breed you. The biological constraints between the two of you wouldn't allow Wanda's desires to be truly fulfilled anyways, or at least that's what you thought.

You didn't know that Wanda had been experimenting with the extent of her magic. She'd been mastering reality distortion and spontaneous creation as of recent, and after long sessions of experimenting while you were out grocery shopping or whatnot, she had managed to master something she had always dreamed of.

But she wanted to prep you up before she showed you her new trick.

While you were clueless about Wanda's discovery and subsequent plan, it wasn't hard to notice her change in behavior. A few weeks after the conversation about kids, she started being unusually sweet. Wanda was always a very nice and caring partner, but she started to go out of her way with gestures. It started when she came home from work one evening with a bouquet of pink and white orchids.

"What's all this?" you asked as Wanda carried the vase of flowers into the kitchen where you were making dinner. She smiled down at the bouquet and then at you as she brought them to you.

"Just some pretty flowers I saw when I passed the florist today," she casually remarked as you brought your nose to the flowers and sniffed.

"Mmm," you hummed, taking one of the petals and examining it. "Orchids," you recognized the flower. "How did you get these? They're not even in season."

"It’s a really good florist," Wanda said with an edge of humor in her voice, and you looked up at her for a moment, swearing that you saw something dancing across her eyes.

You gave it up to Wanda's relief, looking away as that fog of trusting innocence came over you again. "Well, thank you, babe. They're beautiful." You took the vase from her and leaned up to give her a kiss on the lips that she savored, before you went and placed the orchids on the center of the kitchen table where the sunlight would hit them every morning.

Wanda watched as you went back to cooking, but her eyes remained on the flowers. It was just another witchy thing she had learned—not only did she create the flowers with the bare crimson thread of her fingers, but they were purposed and fashioned to bring an air of fertility into the home.

What really put you off about Wanda's weird behavior was when she stopped having sex with you. She always gave an excuse, like she was tired or she was super busy with something. Wanda was never one to turn down sex, even a quickie in the middle of the night or before work in the morning. It was odd and offputting, and while you couldn't help but wonder if she wasn't attracted to you anymore, Wanda was only saving you so that her plan would be even more pleasurable when it came to fruition.

Wanda also started drawing you candlelit baths every night, giving you gentle massages to your feet and shoulders as you dozed off in the soapy water. She would even sing to you, eventually breaking out into a goofy voice that made you giggle. It was extremely relaxing, but whenever you'd ask her to go get you a glass of wine so you could relax even more, she would refuse and say that it would only give you a headache or make you feel hungover in the morning. You knew one glass of wine was not harmful in any of those ways, but whenever you insisted on getting up and getting a glass for yourself, she would press you back down in the water a little too firmly. You would simply drop the subject and let her continue pampering you, opting to trust that Wanda was always right.

She also found a new brand of multivitamins for the both of you to take, but when she'd bring you yours every night with a glass of water, you'd notice that the ones she took were a slightly different shape and color. You didn't really press it, though, and Wanda was thankful for your rather dumbly dismissive attitude because it even allowed her to swap your birth control pills for placebos without you ever batting one of your pretty little eyelashes.

The only time your curiosity was ever piqued was when you got your period. Wanda was even more helpful than usual, sitting beside you on the couch while you kept a heating pad over your abdomen. You were strangely hormonal, which was probably why you had taken a peek over to Wanda's phone screen that she was typing on while you two were watching a movie.

While your insecurities, given louder voices due to your emotional state, had expected to see her secretively texting someone, she was actually looking at some sort of calendar. She was selecting days of the month that happened to be the current week, and went her thumb went to press a button, you noticed it said "log period."

"What are you doing?" you questioned, and you nearly made Wanda jump out of her skin. Her phone fell to her lap as she looked over at you.

"What?" she asked as calmly as possible, but she was doing a very bad job at that.

"Were you logging your period?" you questioned, finally realizing that it was a period-tracking app.

"Oh," Wanda muttered, picking her phone back up. "Yes, I was." She cleared her throat and closed the app, and you noticed the screen slightly shielded away from you.

"You logged the wrong week," you chuckled, to which Wanda's eyes only widened. "Your period was last week. It's always the week before mine, remember?"

"Oh, right," Wanda breathed before giving a nervous, airy laugh and tucking her hair behind her ear, a telltale Wanda lie detector. You squinted your eyes at her and waited for her to correct her mistake in the app, but she didn't. She only placed her phone on the coffee table and smiled at you, taking your feet and placing them in her lap so she could massage them.

"Why are you acting so weird?" you questioned, feeling more nitpicky than you usually were.

"What? How am I acting weird?"

"Well, you kept asking me a few days ago if I started my period yet," you pointed out, something Wanda didn't think you had noticed. "And you just logged my period in your app, as if you're..."

You trailed off because with a discreet scarlet glow in Wanda's eyes, you suddenly felt super sleepy.

"As if you..." you mumbled, but your head was lulling to the side as you broke out into a yawn. You muttered incoherently as your eyes closed, and then you were asleep. Wanda rubbed your ankles gently and watched you peacefully sleep, feeling excitement well up inside her at what was to come.

Wanda was sure to act as normal as possible for the next week or so. You'd been super busy at work, but Wanda as supportive as all get out, doing everything she could to keep you stress-free. When the end of the week came around, you were so relieved to walk through your front door so that the weekend could commence, and you could truly relax.

As you set you bag down, you noticed a red rose petal at your feet. Your eyes lifted and followed a trail of delicate, dark red rose petals leading through the living room and towards the stairs. A small smile curled at your lips as you slowly followed the trail of flowers through the room and up the stairs as they led you down the hallway, scarlet-edged petals slightly curled like a beckoning hand. Of course, they stopped right in front of the closed bedroom door.

Pressing the door open, you were met with the bedroom dimly lit by rows and rows of candles. They were lined along the dresser, reflected by the mirror above it, sat atop the nightstands, and resting along the shelved headboard. You didn’t see Wanda at first, but when she emerged from the dark corner in the room wearing only a maroon robe, your eyes found her.

She was wordless, so you took a step forward. “What’s this?” you asked with a restrained smile and a tremulous voice. Wanda was known for her flashy exhibitions of love, but something this intimate was new to you.

A small smile rested on her lips and assured you as she approached you, hips swaying below her slim waist accentuated by the belt of her robe. From what you could tell, she was naked underneath.

“It’s for you,” she answered calmly as she rounded you, settling herself behind you and slinking her arms around your waist.

“Well, I’d hope so,” you chuckled, feeling a strange sense of nervousness as your eyes fell to the bed where the trail of roses landed and circled around at the floor.

Wanda pulled you against her, letting her chin rest on your shoulder. “Just something special,” she whispered. There was an unfamiliar tone in her voice, a steadiness of something yet revealed. It made your heart beat faster.

Her fingertips tickled your neck as she pushed your hair behind your shoulder. She pressed her lips against the side of your neck softly, her palms pressing flat into your lower belly. You glanced down and watched her stroke her thumb against your stomach gently.

You didn’t feel her hands at your back, but the zipper of your dress was being undone by what you could assume was magic. Then her hands moved to pull the dress down your shoulders herself, and she paused to leave a trail of kisses over your shoulder. You shivered at the feeling, and Wanda let her magic do the rest of the job in letting your dress pool at your ankles.

“Did you have a good day at work?” she asked, running her hands up your bare arms and moving them to the clip of your bra.

You had felt lost in the tranquility of her touch, brought back by the vibration of her quiet voice. “No,” you said simply, “But I’m glad to be home.”

“I’m glad you’re home, too, baby,” she said comfortingly, but you could hear a grin in her voice. When you turned your head to look at her, there was only that same small smile on her lips.

“Is there a special occasion today that I forgot?” you asked as the clip of your bra snapped open, the garment falling down your arms.

“No, there’s no special occasion,” Wanda lied in a whisper as she kissed the corner of your mouth softly. On the contrary, the special occasion was the marked day in her tracker app.

Her hands cupped your bare breasts followed by an intake of breath through your teeth. She massaged your tender flesh carefully, letting her fingertips graze over your hardened nipples and rub them in circles. You sighed and leaned your head back against her shoulder, humming in satisfaction.

Wanda’s mouth attached itself to your neck again, and soon enough her lips were beside your ear. “Get on the bed,” she whispered, and your knees bolted as you found yourself stepping towards the bed, turning to sit down on the edge.

Wanda’s eyes glimmered in content as she knelt, taking one heel off your foot after another. When the second heel was discarded, she brought your foot closer to her mouth and gently kissed the top of it to start a trail to your ankle. Her lips moved up to your knee, and the mere delicacy of them made you shiver. A sense of sleepiness brought about by the low lighting and her gentle touch lidded your eyes as Wanda made her way to your thigh, her hand finding your other one and squeezing it.

Wanda straightened to raise her eyes to yours, head slightly tilted as she examined you. “You look beautiful, baby,” she spoke in a velvety tone so soothing you barely noticed her pulling your panties down your knees. The compliment made you blush, but there was something gnawing at you about how sweet she was being.

“Thank y—“ you began, but with the twirl and the reddening of her fingers, a cloud of magic swooped you off the bed and laid you vertically on it, gently placing you down until your head rested on the pillow. You tilted your chin upwards to see the orange glow of the candles sitting on the headboard. What you didn’t notice before was that some of the orchids Wanda had got you were resting intermittently between the candles. Wouldn’t they have wilted by then?

Wanda stood and crawled onto the bed over you, her eyes shamelessly drinking in every inch of your bare body like it was her meal. Taking your inner thighs, she spread them so that she could place herself between them.

When the door of the bedroom that you had left open was closed shut by her magic, you jumped at first, but Wanda’s voice brought your eyes back to her. “I’m so grateful that you’re mine,” she spoke as she lowered, resting her arms under your thighs to bend your knees. “You’re perfect. You’re kind.” She kissed your inner thigh. “Sweet.” Another kiss, higher up. “Soft.” She gently bit your sensitive flesh, and you jumped at the feeling. Wanda’s jade eyes, darkened suddenly, looked to you with a smirk. “Accepting.”

The uneasiness growing in you was kept quiet by Wanda pressing her lips to your clit. She kissed it softly for a moment before opening her mouth to roll her tongue over it. You shuddered, your exposed nipples hardening further as she lapped at the pulsing nub.

An unknown question formed on your lips but was unable to materialize due to Wanda lowering her tongue to stroke it over your entire heat. Her gentle touches had brought a moisture in you that made her hum, and the vibration pleasured you.

“You always taste so good,” she remarked seemingly to herself as she collected the juices between your folds and savored it. Her hands wrapped around your thighs tightened as she pressed her tongue inside you.

Your eyes closed as Wanda curled her long tongue into you. You felt more sensitive than usual, feeling every inch of her expert muscle that tasted and pleasured you. Your hand came down to find her soft red locks of hair, embedding into them as she continued to eat you sensually.

When Wanda had her fill, she leaned up and licked the remnants of you from her lips, gazing upon your flushed face with a smile. She sat on her knees and bent yours up so that your feet were flat on the mattress, then moved her hand to you. She didn’t give you any warning before sinking two of her fingers inside you.

“Wanda,” you breathed as her long digits slid inside you with ease. You were fully wet by now, and Wanda watched your glistening cunt gratefully take her fingers.

As aroused as you were, there was resistance when she added a third finger almost immediately. When you whined a little, Wanda scolded herself for going too fast—she was just so excited for the main event.

“So tight,” she whispered as she changed her pace, going from slow pumps to hard thrusts. You were squirming now, the twinges of pain leaving you to bloom into pleasure. Wanda was focused on your pussy, biting her lip and adoring it as she fingered you.

As her fingers began to coax you nearer a climax, she stopped to fan them outwards inside of you, pushing against your walls. Pain resided in you, and you winced. “Wanda,” you pleaded.

“I’m stretching you out, darling,” she said, eyes entirely focused between your legs and her voice distant. “You need to be prepared,” she said quieter, and her slip up made your eyebrows sew together.

“Prepared?” you breathlessly echoed, and she stopped moving inside you. “For what?” Her eyes finally flicked to yours, her pupils swarming. Her face was darkened mostly but illuminated by what little orange hue the candles provided.

Wanda removed her fingers from you and brought them to the belt of her robe to slowly undo it, her eyes never leaving yours. When the silky robe dropped to the mattress around her, you took in her beautiful nude figure. It was nearly enough to wipe the question from your mind, but it was still pressing. Before you could repeat it, scarlet threads of magic flashed through her motioning fingers, and your eyes fell to her hips.

Through her magic, a strap formed on Wanda, larger and longer than anything you’d ever taken. It was crimson in color and seemingly attached to her body. A ravenous look shadowed Wanda’s face, but as she crawled over you and came closer to the candlelight above, it was again illuminated.

The strap touched your thigh as Wanda made her way up, and you noticed a twitch in her expression. “When did you buy that?” you asked, trying to calculate when Wanda was able to go out and buy it and hide it from you until now.

“I made it,” she answered, but before you could ask how, magic latched around your wrists and tied them above your head. You glanced up at your bound wrists and then to Wanda questioningly. “It’s just a precaution,” she whispered, running her fingers down your cheek.

“For?”

“In case you try to deny me,” she said with an edge of threat, moving her fingers to drag them down your lips. You could smell your arousal on them.

“You know I never deny you,” you whispered when her fingers were on your chin. They moved down the column of your throat, pressing firmly there until they arrived to your chest. “How did you make the strap?” you bluntly repeated, determined to know what the meaning behind all of this was, because you were surer than ever that there certainly was one.

“With my magic, of course,” she answered you as she took one of your breasts in her hand. “It’s my finest creation,” she said with a crawling smirk. “It has many abilities, one of which being that when I slide it inside that wet pussy of yours, I will be able to feel every—single—inch—of you.” She moved it against your thigh again, and she shuddered.

The fact surprised you and aroused you all at once. You could feel hot desire seeping into you as Wanda stared down at you breathlessly, obviously trying to tide herself off from taking you wildly right then. What you didn’t know was that just as you were going to be a vessel for Wanda, the strap was a vessel in its own.

Unable to keep herself away from you any longer, Wanda tilted her hips upward and let the tip of her strap rub against your folds. Her eyes fluttered shut, her hand tightly squeezing your breast.

As the tip moved to your entrance, she pushed it in just a little, and merely the bulge of its head stretched the rim of your hole. You squirmed a little, knowing that it was going to hurt but anticipating it with steaming lust.

A softness returned to Wanda’s eyes as she steadied herself between your legs, holding your knees. “Are you ready?” she husked, her own voice quivering with excitement.

“Yes,” you breathed, about to reach out and touch her, but remembering that your wrists were tied. It made you remember how she was expecting you to deny her, and how she spoke of you needing to be prepared, but before any swirling suspicions could arise, she was entering you.

Wanda slid her cock slowly inside you, and you watched the way her eyes squeezed shut and her lips fell open. Your pussy stretched and throbbed painfully as she burrowed herself inside you, and you winced at the stinging pain. Wanda moaned as she continued entering you to the very hilt, until the tip of her cock pushed into your cervix and threatened to squeeze past it.

“Ah,” you whined, hissing at the pain that echoed even after Wanda stilled herself. She held your hips with a bruising grip, leaning forward and planting her forehead into your chest to draw slow breaths. She tried her best to stay still, knowing that you needed to adjust, but the sensation was unlike any pleasure she had ever felt before. It was overwhelming her, and it took every ounce of restraint to keep still to the point that she was in as much pain as you were.

Right when you were calming down, she started to drag her strap out of you, and the pain returned. Wanda moaned as she slid against your tight, warm walls that were wetting her cock. You were so soft and throbbing, and she felt a primal urge to ruin your pussy and tear you apart. She breathed in an air of self control and opened her lust-drunk eyes to look at you. “I can feel every inch of your soft, sloppy pussy,” she whispered, hips stuttering when she was nearly all the way out just to slide herself back in a bit harder.

You were biting your tongue so hard it threatened to bleed, and Wanda could tell that you were in pain, drawing her out of her haze. “You can take it, baby,” she cooed you with a strained voice, bringing her hand to your cheek to caress it. “You’re doing so good for me. You’re so good—fuck, you’re so…” She lost her wording, hanging her head and grunting as she filled you up with her cock, snapping her hips once she was all the way inside you just to drive herself past your cervix.

You cried out at the feeling, turning your head to the side as tears pricked at your eyes. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” Wanda breathed, taking your face and turning it to her. “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, fluttering kisses onto your lips and face, kissing away the tears that fled from your eyes. Her tongue licked the salty tears from her lips as she caressed your face and gazed down at you. The candlelight was flickering in her pupils, illuminating the faint line of sweat on her forehead.

“You’re too big,” you whined when she dragged out and pushed it back in again, even though you could feel the twirls of pleasure coming through.

“Take it,” Wanda said, and it came out as a borderline growl. She realized this and added in a much softer tone, “You can do it.”

Wanda couldn’t help herself. She picked up the pace just a bit, and after a few painful thrusts that made you feel like you were going to pass out, you could feel the flourish of pleasure inside you. Your walls stretched and pulsed around her cock, your lower stomach heating up as a soft moan drew itself from your lips.

Wanda was beside herself in pleasure. The blood was rushing to her face and spreading all throughout her neck with the tint of the rose petals on the floor. Resolute fingers found the soft flesh of your throat and pressed firmly. Pausing, she bent your knees upwards and pressed them against your chest, allowing her to fuck you deeply and reach into your pried open cervix. She was trembling from all the pleasure and anticipation of what she was going to do to you.

Inebriated by lust, Wanda spoke, “I can’t wait to plant my seed in you.”

It was a phrase you’d heard tumble out of Wanda’s lips before, but something about it being said in that moment made your eyes widen.

Wanda grinned down at you as she pounded you harder. “You’re going to be such a great mother to my children.”

Panic set in. “Wanda,” you said lowly, and while she slowed her thrusts, she did not stop. “Wanda… what did you do?”

“What I am going to do is breed you like my little cumslut,” she grunted, her fingers tightening around your throat. You struggled to breathe, and she eased her hand.

“What do you mean?” you choked. Was she being serious? Was this just another one of her kinky talks during sex? You were certain it was not just that.

“There’s a reason I’ve been waiting until you’re ovulating to fuck you—and swapping out your birth control pills,” she breathed, feeling like she was about to cum. She slowed down, taking slow breaths and closing her eyes so she could stave herself off.

Your eyes widened as cold panic filled you. It sounded outrageous at first, like nothing Wanda would ever do, but the dots were finally connecting in your mind. She had been logging your period to track when you were ovulating. She was swapping out your pills, giving you fertility supplements, giving you baths to make you stress-free, not letting you drink so you’d be prime and fertile.

As these realizations rolled over your brain like boulders, Wanda was picking up the pace again, cursing and grabbing at your hips with force. She leaned harder onto you, folding your body up beneath her. Your knees were pressed between your shoulders and hers, heels resting on the expanse of her back. Her bare skin was hot and humid against yours, and she looked so beautiful with her face contorted in pleasure, savoring the feeling of your wet, sloshing cunt taking every thick inch she was giving you.

As the panic rang like a bell inside you, you couldn’t help but love it. You couldn’t help but tuck her further against you with your feet, to arch your back off the bed and moan, to imagine what you would feel when the impending moment came.

It was coming, for sure. Wanda was getting unbearably close now and so were you, but a defining moment of clarity came. As much as you wanted it, Wanda had been deceiving you. You still weren’t entirely sold on the idea of being pregnant right now, and although there were measures to take afterwards, you listened to the panic over your pleasure.

“Wanda, don’t,” you whispered, but she barely heard you through her grunts and forceful thrusts. She was deeper inside you than she had ever been before, bulging through your lower stomach. “Don’t cum inside me.”

Wanda’s eyes popped open. All this planning and expecting, and she still was not able to do something against your wishes. Disappointment filled her quickly, and she begged desperately.

“Please,” she whispered, pressing her lips against yours in a fiery kiss. “Please let me.” She could do it anyways if she wanted to, given your rather compromising position, but she wanted you to want it, too.

You wanted it. You wanted it so bad with every primal urge in your body, with every throb of your core. You hesitated, letting the last pleads of logic fade from your mind.

“Please, baby—fuck!” She nearly came, having to slow down to stop herself. “Please let me cum inside you. Let me breed you. I want to make you mine for good. I want you to be pregnant, to have my baby.” She kissed you sloppily again, pressing her forehead against yours and panting. “Please.”

You hesitated for only a moment longer before you gave in, desire overwhelming you. “Yes,” you whispered, catching her lips with yours. “Yes, Wanda, breed me. Please fucking breed me.”

Wanda breathed out and grabbed your hips, pushing her face into your neck and hammering into you, snapping her hips so hard that her skin slapped against yours. She fucked herself into your uterus, and your moans were simultaneous as you both came harder than ever before.

Wanda poured herself into your open womb, her hot seed filling your insides up to the brim. It seemed to be endless, gushing into you until your lower belly swelled. Wanda made noises you’d never heard her make before, her teeth clamping down onto your neck as her hips trembled between yours. She was still pushing herself desperately into you, so deep that your eyes crossed and your legs shook.

“Fuck,” she breathed, rubbing her face against your chest before raising her head to look down at you. You were both panting and trembling as you came down from your highs, and she kept herself buried deep inside you so as to keep her cum in you.

As she gazed down at you with a glimmering smile, you couldn’t help but whisper, “Now go get me a plan B.”

Wanda’s eyes widened and her smile faded. “Hell no.” You broke out into laughter, and soon Wanda cracked a smile as she realized you were joking. “Maybe our kid will get your sense of humor, but I sure as hell don’t.”

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