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#elizabeth olsen fanfiction
lesbianpizza · 8 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
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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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chelleztjs18 · 1 year
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Stars (E.O)
Fem!Reader x Elizabeth Olsen
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Summary: Lizzie has to attend a party and you know your girlfriend very well so you plan a relaxing surprise to help her with anxiety.
Warnings: None. Just bunch of fluff here and there. lol
A/n: Hello! I'm back. Happy Valentine's day peeps! I'm here with a new fic of my favorite genre, fluff! This fic is for my Curious George anon. Thank you for helping me brainstorming on this one, darling! I feel a little rusty with my writing but Happy reading y'all! I hope you enjoy this.
Also, here is the song I mentioned in this fic:
Main Masterlist
The soft white light shines the room perfectly. Calming sophisticated tunes float around the venue of the party you and Lizzie are at.
The clock shows that both of you have been attending the party for over two hours then you look at your girlfriend again. Bunch of friends and colleagues have come up to both of you to catch up and have some small talks. Her smile and laughter really warm your heart but you know how she really feels because of her social anxiety. You saw her keep playing with her ring whenever she is talking with somebody.
You knew this would happen, no matter how well she handles it. You know that Lizzie always gets nervous every time she has to be in a social event with a lot of interactions but she couldn't miss this party so here you are with her now with a surprise you have planned for her.
As soon as Rachel Weisz and Rachel McAdams finally get distracted from talking to Lizzie by other Marvel casts, you gently pull her away a little to talk to her.
"Love, come with me. I have something to show you.” You whispered and took her hand.
“Okay. Where are we going? What is it, babe?” Her eyebrows furrowed as she asked curiously in a whisper.
Her soft hand grips yours tighter as her steps follow yours to the valet service in the front of the party venue.
"Babe, why are we leaving the party? Wait, is that your truck? Why is it here?" The blonde looks puzzled as soon as she sees the valet clerk drives your car and pulls in front of both of you. “It’s a surprise. Now, shall we go, my lady” You smile lovingly at her question and proceed to open the door for her as your hand gestures the way for her to get in.
Flustered and with blushing cheeks, she smiles. “Wow, you are really full of surprises, aren’t you Y/n Y/l/n?” She finally gets into your truck. “Yes, I am.” You wink and you close the door.
On the way to where your surprise is at, Lizzie gives quite some effort to find out what you've been planning or simply how or who helped you with this but you are adamant not to say any of it and always try to talk about something else.
You can't lie, you are nervous yet excited at the same time when you have arrived at the desert.
Lizzie looks around outside then looks up to your truck's sun roof and instantly holds your hand. "Hmm so quiet here and look at all those stars babe! This is really nice! Thank you for the surprise, y/n." She exclaims and leans to kiss you cheek.
You chuckles. "Lizzie darling, you don't think that we would just sit here to watch the night sky, right?"
Once again, she looks puzzled. "Isn't this the surprise you meant?"
Your thumb rubs the back of her hand. "Well, part of it. I know your anxiety would come because of this big party so I planned this so you can calm down and relax from everything. I asked Aubrey to drive this truck so we could switch rides. So here you go, get comfy and put this on. I'll wait for you outside. No peeking." You take your turn and give her lips a quick kiss shortly after you hand her a pair of sweaters and sweatpants you prepared. She takes them off your hand happily.
You are preparing everything while she is changing. "Ready, Liz?" You asked.
"Yeah, can I see it now?" She asks. Anticipation is killing her by now.
You scurry to the passenger side. "Close your eyes, sweetheart." She follows what you ask her as you lead her way to the back of your truck.
"Okay. You can open your eyes now."
A gasp flew out of her as soon as her eyes adjusted with the view in front of her. Fairy lights around the frame of your truck. Two pillows lay perfectly on a mattress that is covered by a warm thick blanket. Lizzie sees a tray of cheese and fruit plate with some small pieces of her favorite sandwiches complete with a bottle of sparkling cider and two glasses.
"Are those…" she asks but you finish her question. "Your favorite sandwich and sparkling cider? Yes." You smile with your hands rubbing the side of her arms.
She turns to you in a split second, hugging you and giving you a longer peck of kiss. "Thank you baby! This is beautiful!" Excitement sounds clear in her tone and oh that smile of hers is priceless.
"Anything for you. Now let's enjoy your surprise and watch the stars." You pick her up to get on the back of your truck and take a seat on the soft mattress. Silence spreads wide in your surroundings, a cold breeze brushes over the skin but is defeated by the blanket over both of you. Two of you share food and drink together while talking about anything, joking around with each other and sharing some laughs as well.
Warmth spreads inside her and joy rapidly bubbles in your heart. You look at the woman you love next to you and every second you fall in love all over again with her.
She leans to you and lays her head on your shoulder as soon as you extend your arms for a hug. You wrap your arms around her, feeling her snuggle up as close as she can. Your hand runs slowly on the side of her arms and then enjoys the view of the sky full of stars together for another good half hours in a very comfortable silence. Letting the lovely intimate and romantic ambience soaked in between you and your girlfriend. You give a short gentle kiss on the crown of her head.
"Liz, do you remember when we talked about an old radio I had when I was younger?" Your question breaks the silence.
"The one that you always use to record a list of songs with it?" She answers you with a question with a very relaxed tone.
"Yes and guess what? I found one online and I got you something." Your arm unwraps her body and you pull out an old radio tape of a box 
"Another surprise?" She asked in such a thrill followed by an ear to ear smile.
You laughed. "Yes. Here you go." You shook your head a little at her antics and handed her a cassette tape.
"Our Soundtracks." Lizzie mumbles the title of the cassette and it definitely lures even a bigger smile and happiness bloomed inside her. Her eyes avert to the nice rows of song titles that you wrote on the cover. They are all meaningful songs for you and Lizzie throughout 2 years of relationship.
"You made me this?" She asks and gets a nod and a smile from you as an answer.
Her brain shortly ordered her green eyes to search for one particular song and she gasps softly. Her eyes look at you in awe. "Aaw you put Noah Gundersen's acoustic version of Yellow in it!"
Her excitement makes you laugh. "Of course..it's our favorite song. Let me play it." She lets you take the cassette and plays it. The soft romantic song starts to play and all of a sudden Lizzie brings herself off the truck. While your mind trying to figure out what she is doing, she extended her hand. Without a question your hand takes hers.
“This song always makes me want to slow dance with you.” She says as she pulls you closer to her and both of you start to sway slowly.
"You know that I can't dance, right?"
"Oh sweetie, I know you can." Her smile brightens up the dark desert around you and your heart.
"Hey now, you are the one who always does the happy dance, not me." You tease and then you raise her hand to spin her slowly. She giggles as soon as she's back in your arms after the spin.
The more you both dance, the more you and Lizzie sink in such intimate moments. Your heart feels light and she feels drunk in happiness. You can hear her take a relaxed deep breath.
“Thank you for all this, babe. You are the best! The whole package and I’m so lucky to have you.” She expressed then hugged you a little tighter.
You laugh nervously and you are relieved that she doesn’t see your blushing cheeks. “Oh, quit it, love. I was just doing my best pampering you because you deserve it.” You rub her back so gently.
She looks up to you in adoration. “And I was just telling you the truth.” She completed her compliment with a small gentle kiss then she smiled on your lips.
In mid slow dancing and enjoying the delightful sky, you heard her exclaim “Y/n, a shooting star! Quick! Make a wish.” She points and immediately closes her eyes. You find it very cute to see her smile while she quietly makes her wish.
She opens her gorgeous eyes, you could’ve swear that your heart skipped a bit just now when you see her green eyes that you adore with all the love you have for her. It always happens no matter how many times you see them, you are even sometimes stunned by her beauty and forget how to breathe. She smiles at you. “Did you make a wish?” She asks in a blissful tone.
“Oh uh no I didn't. I was looking at how excited you were, it made me happy and I forgot to make a wish. What wish did you make?” you chuckle.
“Nope, I’m not gonna tell you about it.”
You cackle once more and let out your curiosity about her answer. "Why?"
"Because… what if it's not gonna happen if I tell anyone about it?" She quickly gives you her reason.
"Ah okay okay. Well, tell me when it comes true please." You request as you spin her one more time.
"Oh yeah, for sure.. You'll know it."
With that you and Lizzie spend a little more time enjoying the night.
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The night’s sky is clear, fairy lights shine in your surroundings. You feel her soft hand holding yours and the other on your shoulder as you wrap your right hand wraps her waist. Both of you sway around together with the same song you played that night at the desert is playing softly.
Everybody is quiet and drinking the view in awe, watching you and Lizzie cherish each other. You admire every single feature of her face. Her eyes twinkle and they are prettier than any stars you’ve seen in the sky. Her cute nose whenever she scrunches it always makes you laugh. Her ravishing smile makes her as pretty as a picture. You are hypnotized by her look in an all white wedding dress, doing the first dance together.
“Babe, remember that night I made a wish when we saw a shooting star in the desert?” She asks softly with an elation.
“Yes? What about it?”
“This was it. I made a wish that someday we will get married and grow old together.” Your wife revealed, looking up to you with heart eyes.
“Aww, that was really cute but you know what? Make a wish or not, I would still marry you. I knew you were the one since the first time we met.”
“You are so adorable. I love you, Y/n.”
“I love you too.” You sealed her lips with a loving kiss.
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wndaswife · 1 year
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Damnnnn, you should write Lizzie more often! And on that note, how about:
83. “you have no idea how much i want you"
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elizabeth olsen & fem!reader
tags: smut, a little bit of angst in my opinion <//3, dubcon, mentions of somnophilia, fingering, praise, power bottom!elizabeth olsen. MINORS DNI.
word count: 1517
a/n: lizzie's boyfriend in this fic is noooot robbie, it's just some random man. i love the two of them n would never write them apart, even in fiction!!!
It was the week before Christmas, and the only time all of you could meet over dinner before everyone had plans, whether it be going back to families from hometowns, travelling, or shooting for an upcoming film for the next several months.
Dinner was being held at Elizabeth’s house. You were attending with your brother who’d been dating the actress for the past few months. You’d never seen the house before save one hasty moment when you came inside after an afternoon spent amongst your friends and brother at the backyard pool when Lizzie ushered you in to change out of your bikini and into dry clothes.
Your brother was adamant about being presentable, for it was the night he’d ask his girlfriend to move into a new place with him. It was a huge step for their relationship, though you were unaware how things were going between them as you scarcely saw Lizzie.
She’d always been sweet to you, offering for you to stay for dinner when you were around or to sleep over in one of her guest rooms the night before day plans with your brother. You took it as her trying to get close to her boyfriend’s little sister, which you empathised with. But plans with her always fell through. Nevertheless, seeing her at family events was always nice.
You were wearing something simple, a black dress and a knit red cardigan. Your hair was tied up into a bun, loop earrings and natural makeup pulling it together. Feeling a bit daring, you wore a dark red lip. The car drive to Lizzie’s place was filled with your brother’s instructions- don’t mention anything about his plans; be cool; act natural; be nice to her. He mentioned that she was particularly excited to have you over and even asked him what your favourite dishes were.
Upon arrival, you found that her house wasn’t decorated very much besides a string of vivid white lights that wrapped around the bushes in front of her house under the kitchen windowsill. When your brother knocked on the front door, his girlfriend opened it within several seconds with a wide smile. It was decorated in more detail inside. Pretty ribbons and strings of evergreen lined the trim of some ceilings. Soft Christmas music played from the living room, a warm yellow tint coming over the entire house.
Lizzie’s eyes found you first but your brother stepped in for a hug and her face was shrouded by his shoulder. Hands came up to hug him back and you stepped into the front foyer, slipping past the couple. Your brother rounded his girlfriend and she closed the front door, flattening down her shirt as she turned to you.
“Y/N,” she breathed out as if relieved. “How are you? It’s been so long.”
You parted your lips to speak before another knock came at the front door. Lizzie looked at you helplessly for a moment until you smiled in understanding and left to follow your brother into the kitchen. Green eyes followed you until another knock echoed through the front foyer and Elizabeth finally turned to open the door. You heard the sounds of her greeting her guests behind you as you helped your brother set the table with the meal the two of you made.
The rest of the night was filled with you catching the stares of your brother’s girlfriend in the corner of your eye as dinner progressed.
Then finally, “Liz, there’s something I want to ask you.”
From the couch in the living room, you heard her turn off the sink tap to listen to her boyfriend.
You willed yourself not to listen to their conversation. You knew it was a sensitive topic, and a major step of their relationship. You tried your best to listen to the conversations of your brother’s friends, trying to pretend you cared about vegan meatballs and summer irrigation. Lizzie seemed to get along great with her friends, but you couldn’t imagine her fitting into a group like that. It was only when you heard your brother’s muffled speech become louder and Lizzie’s quickening padding of her feet as she sped through the hallway to the living room that you figured the offer to live together wasn’t taken positively.
A gust of air blew against your side and the rest of the guests looked up to the figure behind you.
“Come. Now,” Lizzie snapped and she took your wrist with her hand, dragging you up from the couch and pulling you with her. Not a word was uttered to her friends, leaving them stupefied behind you.
Before you could even question what she was doing, you were being forced through the living room, up the stairs, and down a hallway of doors. Suddenly, you were being pushed against the final door of the hallway, the breath being knocked out of you.
“You have no idea how much I want you,” Lizzie whispered as she buried her face in your neck and kissed up your skin. Her pants blew hot down your neck as her breath quickened.
You tried pushing her away, but she took your wrist and brought your hand to her breast, making you grope her harshly. She moaned out, her forehead pressed against your shoulder. “E-Elizabeth, stop,” you pleaded, trying to push her away from you but only ending up groping her rougher. She only moaned louder, forcing you to abandon the hope of pushing her off, and instead raising your hand to her mouth and silencing her.
Her hips began grinding down against yours, evidence of the obvious pressure that started forming beyond her lacy panties. ���Don’t pretend…” she groaned out and lifted her head from your shoulder to pant against your cheek, “like you don’t want this.”
A hand rounded around to your ass and Lizzie squeezed harshly. “Pinch my nipples. Go on, do it,” she urged.
Miraculously, you found enough sense in you to form words. “But my brother- your boyfriend! And I’m his sister, and you’re moving in together-”
Lizzie pulled you from the door and turned the doorknob before she pushed you in. For a moment, she parted from you as you stumbled backwards while she flicked the room light on and shut the door behind her. “I’m not doing anything with him,” she replied. Like a predator to its prey, she wrapped her arms around you again and walked you deeper into the room.
It was only when the back of your knees hit the edge of a bed and you fell back down onto it that you realised you were in her bedroom.
She started pressing kisses all over your face as she pushed you up her bed, forcing you to catch up to her speed helplessly while you crawled backwards.
“I want you…” Lizzie panted.
Another kiss to your cheek.
“… To fuck me.”
Another to your chin.
“I want your fingers in my pussy.”
She took your hand and tucked it past the waistband of her pants where your fingers met her damp panties. “So good,” she groaned. Lizzie began bouncing on your fingers, her hand wrapped tightly around your wrist in order to buck the heel of your hand up into her clit. Her eyes opened and when her viridescent eyes met your own, she smiled. “We broke up, princess. Now, you’re all mine.”
Perhaps the words elicited something in you, for your fingers lifted up and pressed into her clothed hole. She stifled a squeal in response. Hurriedly, she zipped her pants down and pulled her panties to the side, quickly drenching your digits in her juices as she began humping your hand.
“I only ever dated him to see you,” she forced herself to speak through the white-hot waves of pleasure running through her. “But you never came for meals I invited you to, never slept over. Gods, how terribly I just wanted to run my tongue through your pretty little pussy when you fell asleep in my backyard that afternoon. And how simple it would’ve been, to pull that skimpy bikini to the side and see that puffy cunt.”
Lizzie leaned down to kiss your lips. “My beautiful girl. Let me see you,” she said and straightened to pull the collar of your dress down, then your bra to each respective side so your tits were exposed. Her lips immediately wrapped around one of your nipples, nipping at your bud occasionally while she moaned as you began to extend your fingers through her velvet walls.
Your brother, under the impression that he had truly upset his ex-girlfriend enough that she holed herself up in her bedroom while she cried against your shoulder, walked the dinner guests out apologetically. He texted you to let him know when you needed a ride back home and left the house, dejected and anxious.
For the first time, you did take up Lizzie’s offer for you to stay over after several orgasms. The two of you slept in her bedroom, bare sweaty bodies entangled as your head laid against your girlfriend’s soft breasts.
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mad-maximoff · 2 years
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Me rn😅
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I have 35 WIPs, need to clean my room, do my laundry and finish at least 2 real books this summer. 😂😂
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Consequences
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
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Summary: Some mistakes have irredeemable consequences. Wanda will learn about it the hard way.  [Requested]
Word count: 1.250 || Pronouns: not used 
Warnings: cheating, angst
A/N: So... I listened to Midnights... That's all I'm going to say. Enjoy the pain!
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It’s funny how some habits grow out to have completely different meanings than they had before. It’s bittersweet. 
One of Wanda’s favorite activities of all time was spending time with you, just the two of you in silence. Hearing your heartbeat as she laid on your chest; hearing the rustle of the leaves outside as the both of you read a book - by yourselves, but still together. 
The two of you appreciated the silence, that was one of the many things you found out you had in common in the early stages of your relationship. The lack of words that said way more than enough. 
But now it was all different. Your silence doesn't have the same meaning it once did. In fact, Wanda finds herself thinking quite often, it doesn’t have any meaning at all. And the worst part was that there was no one to blame but herself. 
It’s a windy day today. And neither you nor Wanda were able to postpone the promise you’d made to Billy and Tommy of taking them to the city park so they could play on the fallen leaves. 
So here you are, sitting on a park bench, watching as your sons play with some other kids from the neighborhood, laughing and running around as you and the redhead stay there, in silence. An excruciating silence. 
A few minutes before, a kind woman offered to take a picture of the four of you, after she saw you were taking pictures of the twins making angels on the sea of leaves on the floor. Wanda’s heart stopped when you agreed, thanking the stranger with the kind smile you last offered your wife a long time ago. 
The four of you got together in front of a big tree, your hand resting on Tommy’s shoulder as Wanda did the same with Billy. Following her instincts, she slipped her free arm around your middle. It took her just a second to realize what she’s done, and she was about to pull away if you hadn’t slipped your own over her shoulders. 
Wanda wanted to cry right there, the lump in her throat making it hard to breathe. But she took a deep breath, blinking rapidly to push her tears away as she forced a smile at your phone that the unknown woman held in front of her face, hiding half of the smile she was giving at the cute family on the screen. Looks really can be deceiving.
When the stranger announced the picture was taken, you pulled away faster than you’d ever done before, rubbing your nose in the way you always did when you were uncomfortable. You thanked the woman before taking your phone back, checking the picture just enough not to be rude at her kind offer. Wanda ruffled the boys' hair before thanking her as well, and as soon as the woman was gone, the perfect family facade fell apart, the two of you back on the bench, in silence.
There, the redhead thinks about making some conversation - meaningless topics she’s become accustomed to choosing to fill the void whenever it was only the two of you. It hurts, it always does. But, still, it hurt less than talking about nothing at all.
However, the moment she looks at you, she loses her nerve. Even if you weren’t looking at her, she could see the pain behind your eyes. The eyes she loves so deeply; that she could never wish to be gone from her life. 
And, in moments like that one, Wanda hated how well she knew you; how she was able to read you like the back of her hand. 
Because, right now, she knows exactly what’s going through your mind. That night, a few weeks ago, when you found out about her affair with one of her coworkers in the worst possible way. 
She didn’t mean it, nothing of it. She was dissatisfied with her job and with not being able to achieve her professional dreams. None of that was an excuse, of course, and she hadn't been able to convince you of it in the long fight you had about her cheating. You and she knew about the redhead's self-destructive behavior of sabotaging herself whenever a small detail of her life went wrong. But that was too much to forgive. 
At first, Wanda thought there was nothing worse than making you cry like that - loud sobs of pain and anger, mingled in accusations and hurtful words. But she was proved wrong the moment your tears subsided, your jaw clenched tightly. The moment you said it was over, but that you wouldn't file for divorce yet because the boys were too young and they didn't deserve it. It broke her, but there was nothing she could do about it since she broke you first. 
So here you are. An unhappy marriage with two six-year-olds to take care of and for whom you have to pretend that everything was fine.
Later that night - long after the four of you went back home and not many minutes after you put the boys to sleep -, Wanda was taking the dinner dishes out of the dishwasher and putting them back in their respective drawers and cabinets. Her heart tightened a little when she heard your footsteps approaching. 
“Wanda?” Your voice took her by surprise, her eyes wide as she turned to look at you. “Yes?” The redhead’s voice was a mere whisper, looking at you intently as your gaze rested on the floor for a moment in which you gathered the strength to look at her before you did so. 
“There’s going to be a parent-teacher conference on Tuesday morning at the boys’ school. But I’ll be working, can you go?” Your voice is almost robotic, devoid of feelings, wanting to end that conversation as quickly as possible, and Wanda's shoulders drop slightly, nodding slowly. “Sure.” A humorless chuckle escaped her lips before she found herself saying, “for a moment I thought you wanted to talk about us.”
Your response is a loud gulp that the redhead can see in your throat the moment before you avert your gaze from hers. Suddenly feeling very vulnerable, Wanda spins on her heels, hiding her tears as she busies herself tidying the glasses more than it would be necessary. 
A loud gasp of surprise makes its way past her lips a few moments later, when she feels your hand resting on her shoulder. The redhead dares not move, certain that the slightest movement would make you pull away. But out of the corner of her eye, Wanda can see that your arm is outstretched, putting as much distance between the two of you as you can as you touch her. She doesn't know how to feel about the whole thing. 
“Goodnight.” You say it the next moment, a whisper so low that it is almost drowned out by the low rumble of the refrigerator's motor. The redhead, too astonished to be able to say anything, remains silent, and you take your hand off her shoulder, and make your way with quick steps out of the kitchen, towards the guest room that was slowly becoming your bedroom. 
Even though the touch lasted only a few seconds, Wanda could still feel it burning her skin under her pajama top. And, laying her face on her own shoulder, your wife finally allows the tears to fall, wishing there was a less painful punishment for all of her mistakes.
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Reader usually comes to set punctually but when one day she doesn't appear and Scarlett, Florence or Elisabeth doesn't get a response to their worried messages/calls, Lizzie calls your mother. She finds out you had an car accident while driving to set and you're barely hanging on. Fast forward, you come back to filming and they take care of you. Fluff pls
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Elizabeth Olsen tried to reach you on the cell phone for the fifth time this morning. It was already 9am at Pinewood Atlanta Studios and you should be awake and actually on set by now. But your calls always were forwarded to the mailbox and her desperate messages to reach you did not come through.
She was beginning to worry. It was not your style at all not to answer the phone, let alone not appear on the film set punctually like you always did. Anxiously, she dialed your number, trying to use the house phone this time, but the call was not answered over it either.
Already during the countless attempts, she was on her way to the other girls who had to shoot their scenes in the new Avenger movie and stumbled into Scarlett's trailer, with the phone firmly to her ear while nervously ruffling her hair. "Have you heard anything from Y/n?"
Both Scarlett and Florence shook their heads thoughtfully and the brunette started pacing in circles. Liz scrolled through her contacts, she hesitated briefly, then she pressed the green receiver and listened to the annoying ringing.
After the second ring, a muffled voice took the call and she could hear the other end trying to squelch some sobs. "Good morning, y/m/n. This is Lizzie. I can not reach y/n and I was wondering if you know where she is? My calls go out but she does not answer. We spoke on the phone last night and she has a shooting day that she did not show up on."
The line went silent and a queasy feeling flared up in the brunette. She bit her lip nervously, fiddling with her coat considerably. Sobs proliferate in her hearing and she did not know what was going on. "Mrs. y/m/n?"
"I am sorry," your mother swallow hard as the words fell out of her mouth in a whisper. She had intended to call your co-worker and best friend, but she had delayed her call this far. She did not know how to teach the tender soul about the news, but she could not help but pour her pure wine now."Y/n had an accident on the way to work."
"Oh my god, what happened?" she asked, drawing the attention of the other two women as well. She quickly supported herself on the small kitchen counter and put her hand over her open mouth.
"According to witnesses, she lost control of the car when a tire hit a very deep pothole." the woman on the other end of the phone said carefully, pausing at each word to maintain her composure. "She crashed into a guardrail, which was breached. She got hurled further until her car finally came to a stop in a ditch. If a nearby tree had not stopped her, she would have-"
She sighed, not daring to voice her thoughts about the horror scenarios in her head. Lizzie's suspicion was quietly confirmed, the feeling deep inside her never deceiving. The brunette wiped her face, on the verge of tears.
"What condition is she in? Which hospital?" The brunette paced restlessly on the rough carpet, trying to find her inner calm after the heart-pounding news. By now, Florence and Scarlett had gathered around her, putting their heads close to the receiver to overhear the conversation. "Piedmont Fayette Hospital. She is in critical condition, doctors are unsure if she will survive the night."
"I will be on my way immediately." She quickly ended the call and threw her cell phone in her coat pocket. With her car keys firmly in her hands so that they were already leaving marks, she hastily left the small room and drove to you, not caring an inch about her job.
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The following months were torture for your family. For the first few days the doctors kept you sedated so as not to add to the psychological stress of the pain in order to allow your body to recover as much as possible. Several times a day there were threatening situations in which you had to intervene - from fluctuations in blood pressure to the correct ventilation of your damaged lungs was a constant trouble spot in the intensive care unit, which the doctors kept on their toes.
A pulmonary embolism also spread, which they first tried to solve with conservative methods before they had to intervene surgically to save your life. Even after that, the tension of your mother and your colleagues did not let up. Your blood was so diluted by the drugs that you could suffer a cerebral hemorrhage at any moment.
That evening, Elizabeth Olsen sat on the edge of your bed and held your hand. She talked to you softly, so that no one could hear her. Just like the doctors suggested to her heart. -Talk to her. Hold her hand. She needs something to keep her alive. Tell her about her dreams and goals, if you know them. She needs to want to live-
She did that until late at night. Sometimes she dozed off and slept for an hour, but at last she woke up with a startle, thinking that she felt a squeeze of your hand in hers. And sure enough, after weeks of being in a coma, you finally woke up on your own.
That was three months ago and only today you were able to go back to work. It was cold and raining and you rushed to the set with a large cake pan under your arms. You carefully walked around the puddles to the make-up trailer, the door of which was not completely closed but only ajar.
With your hand raised, you slowly opened the door and saw your best friend getting ready to play her role as Scarlett Witch with her stylist and make-up artist. "Lizzie?" you called, raising your voice to give it more expression and let it shine through the soft music in the background.
Her eyes sought the spot in the mirror that gave her a view of the door before her head was hastily turned to face you. A wide grin stretches across her red lips. "Oh Y/n I did not know you were going to show up for work today," she stammered, and as she spoke, the brunette stood up and walked towards you happily.
"Uh yeah, sorry. I wanted to make it a surprise. Even brought cake, homemade." only now did she notice that you were holding a cake tray with chocolate cake firmly between your arms that was pressed tightly against your body. Elizabeth grabbed your shoulder and gently but firmly pulled you into her arms. "It is so good to have you back."
"I missed your hugs." you sighed and snuggled up to her even tighter before you looked up at her and met her emerald green eyes. Liz looked at you too and she felt her pulse suddenly quicken. There was something in your gaze that made her very nervous. "How are holding up? Any pain I should know about?" she lifted her hand and tenderly stroked your cheek.
You felt your skin tingle under her touch and you wondered if that is how it's supposed to be when you are just friends. She smiled broadly at you and that smile made your heart beat even faster. "A little tug in my thigh every now and then, but do not worry too much. I have survived worse."
"You know I will always worry about you," the brunette replied and you thought you heard a tremor in her voice. You said nothing but still felt her hand warm and soft on your cheek.
All of a sudden you seemed to come back to reality and detached yourself from her. "Where are the others?" you murmured softly and were not impressed by your physical withdrawal, you would like to stay in her arms and feel her closeness as long as you possibly could.
"They are already on set. They will be glad to see you again."
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Echo - Leigh Shaw x Reader 
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Summary: Y/n admits her true feelings to Leigh for her to get denied. What happens when Leigh keeps pulling Y/n in to only push her away again? Will Y/n keep coming back or will she finally leave for good?
Warnings: swearing, alcohol, smut, 18+ (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT) , drunkLeigh!, angst.
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A/n: This idea kept popping up in my head so I had to write it. It was inspired by the song “Echo” by Alexander Stewart. I hope you enjoy this oneshot and as always any likes, reblogs and comments mean a lot. Also shoot me a message if you would like to be tagged in any of my works or tagged for a specific character :) enjoy!
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You first met Leigh outside of her grief group in the parking lot. Your sister was the grief counsellor for the group and you would always stop by to help hand out refreshments if you had the chance.
 You remember the day Leigh Shaw finally talked to you as if it were yesterday. You had seen Leigh coming to grief group for over a year now and the therapist in you saw something in her. Over time you started to grow a crush on the woman and loved how blunt and straightforward she was; you never ever considered that one day that bluntness would hurt you more than anything else in this world.
Leigh had stayed behind a little to help your sister and you clean up. Once everything was almost done Leigh decided to call it a night mumbling a goodnight to the both of you. You had noticed she seemed more down than usual, so you spotted the extra doughnuts left over from today’s session and grabbed the box and ran out after her.
“Hey, Leigh. Can you wait up for a second” you yelled after her. Leigh stopped and turned around to face you and you felt your heart rate increase against your chest as her sage green eyes, with a blank look, stared into your own. Leigh’s brows furrowed eyebrows as she tilted to the side slightly as she wondered why you were chasing after her.
You jogged the rest of the way up to Leigh and held out the box of doughnuts while smiling widely at her as she frowned, looking down at the box of doughnuts. You caught on to her further confusion immediately.
“Oh, my sister had some of these left over and we weren’t going to eat them. You seemed a little more down in today’s session than usual and I noticed how much you love doughnuts. I thought you could use an extra pick me-up or you know, if you don’t want a pity gift then you could consider them as a thank you gift, for helping my sister and I clear up tonight” you ramble. You start scratching the back of your neck as you avoid all eye contact with her, knowing that if you did your heart might just beat out of your chest or stop completely.
“Thank you, uhm, sorry, I don’t know your name” Leigh apologises as you catch the guilty look flash across her face briefly.
“That's okay, and my name is Y/n L/n. My sister runs your grief group” you explain as Leigh nods in acknowledgement.
“Right, yeah, of course. Well Y/n L/n, it was very nice to meet you and thanks again for the doughnuts. Maybe I could see you again sometime? Outside of the grief group, maybe we could grab some coffee together one day?” Leigh proposes.
“I’d really like that, Leigh, hang on I’ll enter my number into your phone if you’d like” you suggest. Leigh flashes you a smile, the first one you’d seen off her all night, as she passes you her phone. You input your number and hand it back to her before walking Leigh to her car and watching her drive off.
Leigh texted you three days after and invited you out for coffee and that was where a beautiful friendship began. You and Leigh spent nearly everyday together for three months and your crush on Leigh only developed further until you fell completely in love with her.
Over time, as the two of you kept growing closer physically, you ended up sleeping together one night. Since that first time it became a recurring event that whenever Leigh needed you, you would be there and the two of you would have sex.
That’s what leads you to where you are right now watching her grab the rest of her clothes and walk out of your apartment without so much as a word.
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“Fuck y/n. Right th-there” Leigh moans echo your bedroom, her hips thrusting uncontrollably at the pace you’ve set with your strap.
You are completely mesmerised as you stare at the way her breasts bounce as she rides you. You bite your lip to silence yourself from groaning whilst focusing on her perky breasts and erect nipples “fuck Leigh, you are so fucking perfect. Come on baby, that's it; you can do it. Fuck yourself on my cock baby” you purr.
You thrust your hips up off the mattress as hard and as fast as you can as Leigh rides you. You place the soles of your feet flat so that you can thrust at a quicker pace and deeper into her pussy. Her head tilts back in ecstasy as she slides her hands up your torso and lands on your breasts to anchor her as she lifts her hips, sinking back down on your strap, taking the full length of the toy.
You caress her hips before gripping them a little tighter and guide her as she rides you. Pulling her hips down against you whilst you thrust into her as she runs her hands across your chest exploring the shape of your breasts, almost like she wishes to commit the feeling of them to memory. 
“Fuck y/n, I’m going to cum baby” she moans as her hips speed up, chasing her high, but you have other ideas.
You lean up so you are sitting as Leigh still bucks against the strap buried within her. You bring your lips to her nipple and run your tongue over it before taking her nipple in your mouth and softly sucking and biting on it before letting it go. You move on to her other breast once again taking her nipple in your mouth as you knead the other one. You can hear Leigh’s ragged breaths as she struggles to reach the orgasm she is so desperately chasing. “Y/n baby please, I need you” she pleads.
You place a kiss just under her breast and bite the skin before soothing it over with your tongue. You pull away at her desperate pleas “need me to help you baby?” you coo into her ear. She shudders, nodding, as your breath tickles her ears just adding to her overwhelming need to cum. 
Leigh nods frantically “please make me cum” she whimpers, her body becoming tired as she grinds harshly against your strap showing you how desperate she is. 
“Okay baby I’ve got you” you shush her. 
In one quick motion you flip her so that she is on her back and she instantly wraps her legs around your waist allowing you better access to her pussy. You pull your strap out of her until only the tip is inside her. Leigh whimpers at the temporary loss. You lean down and start kissing her lips before moving your kisses down her jaw until you reach the sweet spot on her neck. You thrust your entire length into her entrance until you bottom out just as you bite down on the sweet spot on her neck, smoothing the bite over with your tongue. Leigh’s entire body arches reactively into you as she lets out the most perfectly sinful moans which echo the bedroom walls. 
You continue the thrusting into her deeply and hard whilst leaving kisses down her neck, collarbone and breasts, gently nipping her and leaving bites every so often. Leigh bucks hard against you as she runs her fingers up your arms and along your back as she digs her nails into your back to ground herself at the brutal pace you have set. 
“Y/n I’m go-gonna cum, fuck y/n” she moans loudly as her walls clench against the strap as her hips and body jerk as she cums hard all over your strap. You continue thrusting into her softly until the last wave of her orgasm has washed over her. You smile at her and kiss her lips and then her forehead before pulling out of her as she whimpers slightly. 
You remove the strap and throw it across the room to deal with later as you crawl up the bed and collapse next to Leigh. You place a soft kiss on her temple “you okay?” You ask, passing her some water that she politely declines. You go to wrap your arms around her and pull her into you to cuddle, but she has already leaped from the bed and began getting dressed.
This is what she always does after the two of you have sex. She gets dressed as soon as you have made her cum, leaves, doesn’t talk to you or answer your messages and calls for two weeks, calls you up to hang out, saying that she misses you and the cycle repeats itself.
Every time you try to even remotely bring up the subject of her staying after having sex, she just yells and it always ends in an argument. You keep trying, hoping that each outcome will be different, but they all end the same; her leaving.
You jump up and start getting dressed too, but this only speeds up her process as she opens the bedroom door. You run over to her and slam the door shut with your hand and gently spin her around to face you, but she refuses to look into your eyes. You bend your knees slightly as you cup her cheek, softly, rubbing your thumb over the apples of her cheeks, trying to catch her eyes with yours.
“Leigh please, don’t do this again. Okay? Just please don’t leave like you always do” you plead with her. 
Leigh looks up and meets your eyes “I can’t do this, Y/n, this was a mistake. I was lonely and…” “and I was just there. I get it, Leigh. I know the whole script like the back of my hand at this point. At least you’re consistent. I’ll give you that” you cut her off sadly, finishing the same speech she always provides.
“Y/n, that’s not fair” she mumbles trying to reach out for you just so she can offer a few soft touches to pacify you before leaving just like she intended to do in the first place anyway.
“No, you know what’s not fair, Leigh? I am in love with you and have been since we met and you know this and yet you still sleep with me, leave, don’t talk to me for weeks and then repeat the cycle. You know this and you refuse to admit you feel the same way because you’re scared. I get it, Leigh. I do. You’re scared that if you let me in entirely and let yourself feel the feelings you have for me, that you’ll lose me, but I’m still here.
We do the same dance every time Leigh. You kiss me and I kiss you back; we end up sleeping together, and then you tell me it’s a mistake. But it’s not a mistake, and you know it. You know, deep down you have feelings for me too, but you won’t admit them because you’re so scared I’m gonna leave you just like Matt did or that you’re betraying him.. But I’m not going anywhere, Leigh. I am right here. I am always right here where you leave me. I tried to go slow because I thought that’s what you needed. Matt would want you to be happy and move on. I’m not going to leave you like Matt did, Leigh” you sigh, letting all your thoughts out.
Leigh glares at you before stepping forward so she can finally look you deep in the eyes “you know what I’m sick of, Y/n? You psychoanalysing me all the fucking time. You may be a therapist, but I am not one of your fucking patients, and your stupid therapy methods don’t work on me, so stop treating me like one. I don’t need you to be patient with me or tell me you aren’t going to leave me like Matt; instead you should keep my husband’s name out of your mouth. Don’t you get it? I don’t want to be with you. You’re so desperate god, you’re just a good fuck every so often” she yells exasperatedly as she throws her hands up before they come crashing back down against her thighs.
You step back as you feel a pang of hurt in your chest as if someone had just punched you in the gut. You feel the tears start to come to form in your eyes as her mossy green eyes convey nothing but anger towards you. You decide you won’t let her see how much she hurt you, so instead you swallow the lump in your throat and push down the tears.
“Fine, you know what Leigh, fine. I’m done doing this with you. From now on, don’t contact me. I am done trying to make this work. If you are afraid of your feelings then fine, but excuse me if I don’t stick around for you just to insult me and treat me like a punching bag. I refuse to let you drag me down with you. I need to distance myself from you for a while because it hurts too much to be around you anymore” you croak as your emotions become too much. 
Something snaps in Leigh when she realises what is happening and her eyes shine with panic, her wide eyes glistening with unshed tears, which then soften as she attempts to reach out for you once more to try and console you. You step back away from her shaking your head as you shrug her off, leading her to the front door as you hold it wide open.
“Y/n please I didn’t mean what I said” she apologises, her eyes pleading you not to do this.
You continue to hold the door open and look down at the ground, avoiding her eyes “bye Leigh” you mumble. Leigh’s tears escape her eyes as she comes to the realisation that she really fucked up this time and wipes them away with the palm of her hand as they fall. She tries to catch your eye once more but gives up knowing you have made up your mind and steps out your apartment door, nearly hitting her on the way out.
As soon as the door is closed you let yourself break down and slide down the door in pain as you feel your heart break, the echo of her voice still in your head.
Little do you know, Leigh is breaking down in her own car as she replays the conversation over and over knowing every single thing you said was right. It takes Leigh a good hour before she can compose herself enough to drive home, but as she does her heart feels shattered.
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You wake up to the vibrations your phone is making as its screen lights up the room from your bedside table. You let out a groan, cursing whoever is calling you in the middle of the night, and reach over blindly to answer the phone without bothering to check the caller ID. 
“Hello” you answer groggily as you try to rub the sleep out of your eyes as you struggle to keep them from drooping shut again. 
“Y/n baby. I-I am so s-sorry. I can’t stop thinking about you, please ignore…..forgive me. I-I need you baby…I need you close to me a-all the time. I fucked up…god I fucked up baby, I ne-want you close to me” Leigh's slurred voice comes through your phone.
Starting to wake up you hear by her hiccuping and slurred dialogue that she is drunk somewhere. You sigh, this happens a lot.
Leigh blows up at you and pushes you away and then she ends up at some nightclub or bar drunk and phones you apologising and you fall back into her arms every time. 
“Where are you? I’m picking you up” you insist. You start to slowly lose your patience like you always do when she keeps slurring her words and not forming any coherent sentences. 
Eventually, after fifteen minutes of softly demanding that Leigh give her phone to a bartender do you find out where she is. The bartender informs you that he will keep her safe and cut her off until you arrive to take her home. 
Leigh begins to get upset and sniffles when you tell her you have to hang up so you can drive to her. 
“Leigh please baby. I need to hang up so I can come meet you at the bar, I’m coming so you need to hang up. The sooner you hang up the sooner I’ll be there” you bargain with her. Eventually, she relents and makes you promise that you’ll be there soon which of course you do. 
After quickly flinging on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt, you grab your phone and keys and set off to retrieve Leigh. The whole drive all you can hear is the echo of a combination of different fights you’ve had with Leigh along with all her moans and bursts of laughter. You can’t help thinking that you can’t keep doing this anymore if she refuses to give you even a little reassurance apart from drunk calls that she feels the same way as you do. 
Eventually, you find Leigh at the bar sipping on some water. You head over to her and wrap your arms around her waist and you can’t help but feel elated when you see the way her sad face lights up with adoration when she sees you. 
“Y/n” she sighs contentedly as she allows her head to lull back against your shoulder allowing the alcohol to fully possess her. You sigh and shake your head when you realise she’s passed out in a drunken state. You thank the bartender and grab her in a bridal hold and take her out to the passenger side of your car. You gently place her in the seat and buckle her seatbelt before gently shutting the door. You then climb in the driver’s seat and drive her back to her apartment. 
You pick up her handbag that she had at the bar and rummage for her keys. Once found, you get out of the car and open her apartment door before racing back to the car to gently lift her out. Once in your arms Leigh wraps her arms around your neck subconsciously and snuggles into you chest sighing in her sleep. You shut the car door and lock it before making your way up the stairs and into her apartment, kicking the door shut behind you. 
You place Leigh gently on her bed and take her dress off before tucking her under the covers and rolling on her side to ensure she doesn’t choke if she’s sick during the night. You then head into her kitchen and grab a tall glass of water and some tablets for her head, that she will no doubt require in the morning, and place them on her bedside table. 
You kneel beside her and brush the hair away from her eyes and mouth as you gaze at her peacefully sleeping with the occasional soft snore falling past her lips. You think it’s adorable and only find yourself wishing that you could wake up to her at least once. 
As much as you are in love with Leigh, you know things will never change. Leigh will go back to wanting to spend everyday with you and as soon as the two of you sleep together again she’ll be gone. 
You can’t keep holding on to hope that she might change or hold on to the echo of her anymore.You sigh defeated and place a soft kiss to her forehead before grabbing the blanket on the couch and settling down on it to try to get some sleep. 
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When Leigh wakes in the morning a rush of pain hits her forehead and makes her dizzy. Disorientated, she attempts to piece her night together. One minute she was thinking of calling Y/n to apologise in the bar and then everything goes blank. Leigh brings her gaze down and notices she is just in her underwear and her dress is on her chair in the corner of her room. When she glances to the left she sees a glass of water and some tablets on her bedside table. 
How the hell did she get home? 
She groans as she sits on the edge of her bed at the throbbing in her temples. She takes the tablets and gulps the water down before gathering the courage to get up to retrieve another glass for her dry throat. 
Leigh stops in her tracks as she enters into her kitchen and sees you lying passed out on the sofa. So that’s how she got home, she pieces it together and groans internally when the flashbacks of her calling Y/n drunk come to the forefront of her mind. Leigh smiles at how soft and peaceful you look as you sleep and decides to make some coffee to thank you.
She doesn’t deserve you, not after the way she treated you. She acknowledges this but still can’t help but to feel excited that you came to her rescue last night. Surely that means you still care right? 
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You wake up to the strong smell of freshly brewed coffee and your stomach rumbling. Groaning and stretching you wake yourself up and blink the sleep out of your eyes as they adjust to the light flooding through Leigh’s living room windows. 
“Hey, sleepy head” you hear Leigh softly greet you good morning. You mumble a non-coherent good morning as you sit up and accept the mug of coffee she made for you. 
Leigh sits next to you and pulls her legs up to her chest as she cradles her cup of coffee in both hands. You take a sip of your coffee and look over to see her looking at you intently. 
“Can we talk?” she questions nervously. You nod but stay silent allowing her to speak first. 
“I am so sorry Y/n. I know I keep apologising and you don’t deserve that but I need you to know that I never meant a single thing I said that night. I just snapped because every single thing you said was true, I am scared of losing you. Scared of moving on from Matt. I know about your feelings towards me and I have always been aware of them and I’ve not been fair to you. I do love you Y/n, I am in love with you. 
I wish I could take everything I’ve done back and just have stayed with you that night believe me but I can’t. All I can do is promise it will never happen again Y/n, I love you. You aren’t just a good fuck, you’re everything to me and I know I have done nothing to make you believe that. Please baby, just give me one more chance. I’ll do anything. Please baby, just let me love you the way you deserve to be loved, to love you the way you love me” she pleads with unshed tears in her eyes.
You sigh, shaking your head as you stand up, placing your mug on the coffee table. 
“I can’t Leigh, I’m sorry. I love you but it's just too late” you conclude as your bottom lip trembles at the threat of spilling all your own unshed tears. 
Leigh shoots up and places her coffee down and rushes to your side and brings both her hands to your cheeks, wiping away the tears that have fallen. She lifts your face so that your eyes meet hers and you see the pain in her eyes. 
“Please baby, it's not too late. I love you just give me a chance” she desperately sobs letting her own tears hit her cheeks, soothingly rubbing her thumbs against the apples of your cheeks. 
You reach up and take her hands in yours and you see a glimpse of hope flicker in her hopeful eyes before you lower her hands away from your face. 
“You haven’t taken responsibility for holding my heart the way you do. You have known this whole time I have worn mine on my sleeve Leigh so, what else can you expect me to do? If you don’t end it when this is over then you leave me lonely and brokenhearted. Cause everytime you leave me you break me slowly and you’re not there afterwards but you still have a hold on me” you croak. 
Leigh tries to reach out for you but you take a step back as she begins to sob begging you to stay, her heart breaking every time you step out of her reach. Is this how she left you every time? Her heart feels like it is slowly shattering and she begins to understand your words.
“If you don’t stop calling, then I can’t let go when you’re drunk and telling me that you need me close. Cause I will come running back to you everytime Leigh but I don’t think my heart can take this cycle we have anymore. Please baby, don’t keep me haunted by your ghost because when you leave me all I hear your echo in my mind constantly” you sob pleading for her to let you go as she is pleading for you to give her one more chance. 
“I keep holding on to the possibility that you and I can turn into us. But when that hope turns into dust it's worse than a death of a thousand cuts. So please, can you end it when it’s over?” Leigh shakes her head in denial at your plea. 
“No baby, I am sorry but I can’t. I want you and you want me just let me make this right I’ll do anything baby, plea-please don’t leave me” her voice catches in between her uncontrollable sobs as she protests and your heart breaks even more than it already has at letting her go. This was all you wanted but you can’t take the chance of her changing her mind again because you won’t survive this time. You hold her tight against your chest and kiss the crown of her head as your tears fall into her hair and you battle with the lump in your throat and pain coursing through your chest.
“Your echo is in my mind, my body and in my heart every time you leave me Leigh and I won’t survive another. I lay in bed in a wreck trying to forget the echos of every argument after sex, the speech you give me everytime, I can’t do it again baby. You have to let me go” you pull her away from your chest and really look at her trying to convey how desperate you are for her to end your suffering. You love her of course you do. Your eyes fill with new tears and the pang of hurt hits your chest and gut once more at the thought of leaving her but you have to and deep down so does she. 
You cup her face in your hands and graze your thumbs over her lips and cheeks and place your forehead against hers “If you don’t stop calling, then I can’t let go. All I hear is your echo. Please baby, don’t keep me haunted by your ghost. Let me go” you completely break and sob with her. 
You both know at that moment it’s over and god it hurts. 
You place a kiss to her forehead and let it linger there for what feels like eternity before pulling away and heading towards the door. 
Leigh catches your hand, her lip trembling as another shot of pain shoots through her chest as fresh tears drop from her eyelids. 
“I love you baby, maybe one day I’ll stop being an echo and bring you peace and love instead. Maybe one day we’ll be together. I’ll always hold on to that hope Y/n but I understand why you can’t. I can’t be your echo anymore and I love you enough to let you be happy and move on without me” she sniffs.
You squeeze her hand one last time “maybe one day” you mumble back before letting go of her hand and walking out her door for the last time. 
Leaving Leigh alone once again just like Matt.
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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year
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She pulled you in, cupping your cheek as she stared deep into your eyes. “Where are you going, pet?” Your mouth opens and closes, rapidly blinking as you try to force your gaze away from her lips. “Hmm? Answer me.”
“I...Um, n—nowhere.” You stutter, gulping as you feel your core throb from being so close to her, wondering how someone could smell so good and look like a goddess. “I—’m sorry... I didn’t mean to do anything wrong.”
She drags a perfectly manicured finger down your cheek before resting in on your plump bottom lip and tapping, causing your mouth to fall open slightly. “It’s okay, baby. Just be a good girl for me. Can you do that?” You nod, whimpering as she leans in and locks lips with you.
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dreamlessinparis · 1 year
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Eyes Wide Open
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Pairing: Domme!Wanda Maximoff x sub!F!Reader
Word Count: 1608
Summary: Your girlfriend doesn't like when you take care of yourself when she's gone. So she teaches you a lesson
Warning: shower sex, domme/sub, overstimulation, choking, edging, bratty sub, needy, explicit content, fingering, oral sex, 18+, explicit language, nicknames, taunting, teasing, begging, praise,
A/N: I had this thought bouncing in my head for days and then with some assistance and encouragement from @imanuglywombat , it came to fruition. Thank you to the lovely @sparkledfirecracker for betaing this for me! Love you babe❤️ All mistakes are still my own.
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Wanda’s hand tightens around your throat, as her fingers caress down your damp skin. With how gentle she is, you foolishly hope that she'd forgiven you for your disobedience.
"Please, Wanda, I need more," you mewl, arching your body against hers. She growls in your ear, nipping at the lobe before tugging at it.
"Don't be greedy, baby. You are in no position to ask for anything." Wanda warns, landing a sharp slap on your pussy. The pain is tinged with pleasure, leaving your body tingling.
"But it's not my fault," you whine, "you're the one that decided to work late. I couldn't wait."
Wanda's head snaps up, her eyes dark as they lock with yours, "what was that? My fault?"
You nod, feeling braver than you should in this position. Wanda hums thoughtfully and slowly pushes in a second finger next to the first. This provides a bit more of the stretch you were craving but still not enough. 
"My poor baby, so deprived that she couldn't help touching herself while I was away," Wanda's tone is mocking as she ducks down, capturing a nipple between her teeth. She tugs it out, grazing over the sensitive skin and making you gasp. You knew you'd mess up, she wasn't going to make this easy on you.
Yet you couldn't stop your mouth from making it worse.
"You were gone for so long, Wanda, and I couldn't stop thinking about you. I needed it," you reply, trying to placate her anger. Maybe if she knew you were thinking of her, she'd be less angry.
Wanda's fingers curl inside you, cupping your cunt possessively, "I don't care what your excuse is, baby. This is my pussy and what's the one rule I have?"
Her face is so close to yours, that your noses brush together with every heaving breath you take. She's so beautiful and all you can think about is how much you want to kiss her. Bite on her bottom lip and make her moan. She'd been gone for three days and you were craving her. 
If only she hadn't come home early and caught you fingering yourself on the couch like a cat in heat. Otherwise, you could have lied to her about it, at least for a little bit, and instead of the impending punishment looming over you, the two of you would be passionately rolling around in the sheets. You know, catching up.
You curse your inability to behave as you try to form the words she wants to hear. It’s hard because her thumb circled your clit as her fingers pump in and out of you. Building the knot in your stomach.
A gasp falls from your lips as she strokes the spot that makes your legs weak. A small smirk dances on her lips from your reaction.
"What's the rule, baby?" She asks again, annoyance lacing her tone. Wanda hated having to repeat herself. Something about people not understanding her thick accent annoyed her. Not that it was the case this time. 
"No touching while you're away," you manage to sputter out. Your hands shoot out to grab her shoulders, steadying yourself. 
"Oh so you do know the rule," she says with an arched eyebrow. Her fingers pick pace, making obscenely wet noises as they fuck your soaked pussy. You could hear how drenched you were over the roar of the waterfall shower, "you just purposefully chose to disobey me."
"Fuck," you groan and your head falls back after the tiled wall. She was going to make you cum and you didn't know if you were even allowed to. The "I'm sorry" that came out was jumbled between the loud moans you let out as she repeatedly hit that spot.
"I can feel you clenching around me. You're so close, aren't you baby girl?"
"Yes - fuck yes. Can I please cum?" You plead, all your bravery draining out as your body is overcome with a fiery need. Her hand tightens around your throat and she doubles her efforts. Not giving you a solid answer before your orgasm crashes over you. Your nails dig into her skin as you writhe against her body.
"Such a pretty girl when you come," she whispers in your ear, "I think you can give me another one though. Come on, baby, you need it, remember?"
Her fingers continue to fuck you, extending your orgasm out until it was too much but she doesn’t stop and you could feel it cresting again. Words were coming out a jumbled mess but you were begging her breathlessly. For what exactly, you weren't sure.
Wanda's hand slides off your throat, reaching down to grab your thigh instead. Hooking it around her waist. Her body pressing against yours was the only thing keeping you from falling. She buries her head in your neck, biting and licking the soft skin. 
Your body was in a sensory overload and your brain was hazy, waves of pleasures wracking through you. 
She manages to pull another orgasm out of you when you feel your legs begin to give out. Luckily she catches you by the waist, helping you over to the shower bench. The cool tile is a nice contrast against your heated skin and you slump back, unable to sit upright. 
Wanda drops down on her knees before you, using her hands to spread your thighs open. Her face is level with your glistening folds. You watch her through hooded eyes, wanting to object but the hungry look in her eye heats your whole body and you can't help but want more.
One of these days your greed is going to kill you… and what a way to go it would be. 
She drags two fingers over your skin, collecting your honey before bringing them to your lips. "Taste how sweet you are, baby. What you were trying to deprive me of."
You start to object but she pushes her fingers past your lips and you begin to suck instead. Her tongue mimics the movements of your tongue over your folds as you clean every inch of her fingers, moaning around them as she teases your clit. 
Pulling her fingers out with a pop, she wraps both arms around your plush thighs and pulls you forward, inhaling your scent before she dives in. Your body bows forward, unable to handle the way her tongue is exploring your overstimulated cunt. Leaving no inch untouched. Your hands weave into her hair, tugging hard at the roots. It was a thin battle between trying to pull her away and trying to push her closer. 
Your eyes roll back into your head as you feel her tongue lapping at your dripping hole, going deeper as she begins to fuck you with it. Her nose nudging your swollen clit with each motion. 
The world darkens again as you cum once more, and you slump back against the tiled wall when Wanda gives you a moment of reprieve. Because you knew what she was doing, and she wasn’t going to stop until she’d fucked you unconscious. 
“Is my baby girl worn out?” She teases, her lips leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs as her fingers circle your hole, dipping in slightly. You nod knowing it didn’t make a difference whether you lie or not. She was in control and you feel her smirk against your skin,before she bites down hard, making you scream. The pain of the bite is masked quickly by the push of her two fingers. Giving you no moment to figure out how you’re feeling before she begins to fuck you hard and fast. Her mouth still focuses on marking up your supple skin. A reminder that you are hers, “Feel you clenching, baby. You can give me another one, I know it.”
You let out a gargled noise, not entirely human and you let her take you up that hill again. Your body craves it, even if your mind was actively screaming ‘no’ at you. Wanda slowly lifts off the ground, straddling your thigh as her fingers don’t falter. Her lips find your ear as she grinds her cunt against you, “I want you to make a mess for me, princess,” she whispers and you instantly nod, craving the need to be her princess.
Her fingers curl and she goes faster, her tongue licking along your throat. You feel the pressure building between your legs, and you know this release would be different from the rest. A mess, like she said. Wanda begins to mark up your neck, her hips grinding harder, in time with the speed of her fingers. 
Everything hits you all at once, so good your vision goes white. Your hand on her hip grips tightly, your other hand clawing at the tile beneath you, and you let out a loud moan. Your release coats her hand and the tile, shooting out of you hard. It almost hurt how pleasurable it felt. You feel your strength slowly deplete, resting your head on Wanda’s shoulder. She keeps her fingers in you as she reaches her own climax, whispering against your skin how good you did and how good you make her feel. 
She slowly pulls out, sucking her fingers clean as her eyes scan over you. Your eyes feel so heavy, you can barely keep them open but when she leans in to kiss you, you find the strength to eagerly return it.
“Did you learn your lesson, Princess?” She asks and you nod, or at least try to. She gives you a smile, a warm one and you know that all is forgiven. 
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BELATED FATE (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader).
The whole story: here.
Chapter 24. Shared intimacy
⚠️Warning: 5K words of shameless smut, so 18+
Y/n’s POV:
“You know, if someone told me a few months ago that I’d fall in love with the same Elizabeth Olsen I once met at that event, then become the reason of her calling off the wedding, take her to my home and Scarlet Johansson will be our driver, I’d call this person delusional,” I say as I help El unpack some of her things she grabbed on our way here.
“I can say the same thing, because falling in love with the daughter of our partners, who is six years younger than me and running away from under the wedding crown because of her, chasing her to the airport - this is definitely not what I expected from life,” she smiled at me, pressing her lips to my cheek for a couple of seconds, causing a slight blush to creep through them.
“Wait, you ran right from under the wedding crown?!” I asked in surprise, staring at her with wide eyes, dropping her T-shirt from my hands, which I wanted to hang among my clothes in a large closet.
“I know, I know, I’m an asshole and had to be this dramatic,” she shrugs, pursing her lower lip as she continues unpacking her stuff.
"That's a total main character moment, El." I seem to be unable to take my eyes off her, totally getting distracted from my actions, examining every inch of her face and body, realizing that now I can do this without fear that she will catch my too attentive look at her and she only grins, giving me an amused smile.
"Well, so, we're kind of done with my things, I'll pick up the rest of them on Monday and explain everything to Boyd along the way," she smiles guiltily to herself, not looking at me and I can only imagine how this whole situation feels for her, making a mental note to ask her if she needs to speak this out a little bit later.
“And then I will have to find some apartment or house, because that one belongs to him,” she runs her hand through her hair, looking at the now empty suitcase and chaotically running her eyes around the room, as if a thousand different thoughts fill her head.
"Hey, I thought you were going to stay here," I pout resentfully, "you don't want to live with me?" I ask uncertainly, sitting down on the edge of the bed and fixing my gaze on her face, searching for any sign that this is true.
She immediately locks her eyes with mine, raising her eyebrows in surprise, and then says: “I just thought people don't usually start living together from the beginning of a relationship and that would make you uncomfortable." She shyly lowers her eyes somewhere down, starting to play with her rings, but I stop her movements, getting up from the bed and gently taking both of her hands in mine, bringing one of them to my lips to place a small kiss on it.
"It would be more than comfortable for me, I promise, I'd love to share a home with you. I mean, it doesn’t really matter when we start living together, that’s how we get to know each other’s habits sooner," I smile at her, lifting my chin a little, staring straight into her iridescent forest eyes, and she recreates the same bright smile, wrapping her hands around my waist and pulling me towards her.
"Are you sure?" Elizabeth asks in a whisper, as if she is sharing some secret with me, and I reach for her alluring lips to connect them with mine in a honey kiss. The desire to spend an eternity like this completely envelops me as she squeezes my body tightly, as if trying to turn us into one.
“I’m sure,” I answer, slowly breaking the kiss but not even thinking of letting her go, afraid that it was all just a dream and if I decide to remove my hands from her body, she will certainly disappear, shattering the feeling of pure peace in my soul.
“Do you have any idea what we’re supposed to do now?” I ask, not having enough power to contain myself from pecking her lips once again.
“Each other?” Her smirk and tightening grip on my waist send goosebumps down my spine, but I still decide not to let her get away with my question.
“Darling, have you been reading too much fanfiction?”
"Too much what?" Confusion washes over her face, when she squints her eyes a little, not quite understanding what I'm talking about.
“Oh, you better not know. Anyway, I meant in general. Are we going to stay private, not tell anyone about our relationship, or leave the company, or stay in the company? What’s the plan?” I’m really desperate to figure out what we’re going to do next, since worrying about the future has already become my daily habit.
“Baby, I have no idea, I’m afraid to even think about that,” she exhales sharply, showing her indignation. “I didn’t even say anything to my parents, I probably have 20 missed calls from my mother and I don’t know how to explain everything to everyone. This is an irreparable damage to the reputation and I don’t want to stay in the company at all, but I don’t have any choice yet.” She becomes noticeably nervous and I place both of my hands on her cheeks, trying to stop her from shaking her head erratically, urging her to fix her gaze on me and calm down.
“Take a deep breath, you’re okay, we’re okay, I promise we will figure everything out together, right?” I speak in as calm a tone as possible, slowly moving my thumbs in a circular motion and she seems to relax again into my touch, nodding her head at me.
“I don't know what to expect from the future, Y/n. Can we just spend this weekend with each other without thinking about anything related to it, please?” A silent plea froze in her look, running over my face.
“Of course, Ellie, I'm sorry for bringing this up. Shall we just cuddle and watch something then?” I voice the first idea that came to my mind and she gives me a loving grateful smile, without hesitation agreeing to my modest offer.
She holds me tightly while I’m laying in my favorite position with my head on her shoulder, my forehead resting against her neck and listening to the calm, even heartbeat, having thrown my left leg and arm over her. To be honest, I barely pay attention to the movie, focusing entirely on the beautiful body next to me, occasionally casting glances at her flawless relaxed face, sometimes meeting her eyes and sharing sweet quick kisses with the woman.
She begins to shift a little, slightly changing our position and throws her right leg so that it’s now placed on top of mine, and Elizabeth herself is now lying on her right side, hugging me as if with her whole body. I completely break away from the screen, staring straight into her shiny eyes, which study my face carefully before covering my lips with hers in a slow sensual kiss.
“You are so beautiful, Y/n,” she pulls away from me for a moment and then, smiling warmly and not letting me to respond, brings our lips back together, playing with hair at the back of my neck and gently stroking my jaw with her thumb.
I have never ever been a needy and easily turned on person, but she seems to be intoxicating me as she explores my lips with hers, moving her hand along my neck and her knee so that it almost ends up between my legs. When oxygen becomes a problem, she disconnects our lips and stares at me with a half-conscious hazy look, moving her hand from my neck to the jaw, now stroking my cheek.
Her golden hair loosely sticks out from a high bun on her head, but she still looks like a Greek goddess, that knocks every person that meets her dead with her ethereal beauty. Just as I prop myself up on my elbows a little to kiss her again, she suddenly pulls away teasingly before pressing her lips first on the corner of my lips, then on my cheek and jaw, showering it with small kisses, moving smoothly all the way on the top of me.
Slightly tilting my head back and holding back a satisfying sigh, I open access to my neck for her, making it clear where I want her mouth now. Taking my obvious hint, her lips go down to soft skin, placing open-mouthed kisses from the pulse point to the back of my ear, while sensually stroking my waist with her hand, causing me to make great efforts to not start whimpering.
Both of our breaths become noticeably heavier as she returns her lips to mine, immediately deepening the kiss, making it more and more heated as both of her hands find their place on my neck and her legs trap my body on both sides. I subconsciously begin to move my hips in search of some relief for the knot that is forming in the pit of my stomach, and she, noticing this, reluctantly breaks the hot kiss, leaning her forehead on mine.
“I know that it's too early for us to do that,” she says with her eyes closed, breathing heavily as she continues to stroke my cheeks.
“Since when it can be early for loving each other?” I ask, not understanding when my usual desire to wait was changed to the need to feel her as soon as possible.
“So you want to do it now? We can wait as long as you need, you know.” She opens her eyes and carefully runs them over my face to look for any signs of doubt, but doesn't find any.
“I want you right now,” I answer confidently, sliding my hands up to her bare waist under her t-shirt.
“And you’re totally sure?” I can't help but respect her serious desire for full consent and it just melts my heart, making me give her an appreciative smile.
“I'm totally sure,” I immediately cover her lips with mine again, pulling her to me by the waist, but after a few seconds she pulls away, sitting on my pelvis and teasingly running her fingers from my stomach to my collarbone, moving her thumb up and down.
Noticing that she almost stopped her movements, I think that she’s just confused because of not knowing what to do next and I gently take her chin with two fingers.
“I know that it’s your first time with a woman, do you want me to make you feel good first?” But the mischievously lustful twinkle in her eyes and the bitten lip tell me she has other plans.
"Darling, just because I don't have practical experience doesn't mean I don't know what to do with a woman's body." She leans down to my ear and delicately takes the earlobe into her mouth, biting it lightly and making me let out a soft, quiet moan. "Just trust me." She lets it go and after these words, her lips greedily cover mine, forcing me to completely surrender to her control.
As El’s tongue explores my mouth, making me literally drown in my own lustful desire, her hands begin to lift my t-shirt, exposing my stomach and chest, making my skin covered in goosebumps.
"Arms up," she says in a commanding tone and I immediately obey without even thinking of resisting. Having completely rid me of a piece of clothing, throwing it somewhere on the bedroom floor, she takes her time to examine every inch of my bare upper body, running her fingers over my torso and teasingly touching my boobs without giving attention to the already hardened nipples.
Her mouth attaches first to my neck, sucking the sensitive skin in several places to leave reddish marks, forcing me to arch towards her touch and moan a little louder than before, gradually moving to my collarbones and then the valley between my breasts, leaving a wet trail of kisses behind. The escalating tension between my thighs causes a slight rush of wetness from my core to start soaking my underwear and the growing ache in my abdomen almost throws me into instant begging.
“El, come on, I need you!” It hadn't even been a couple of minutes since I thought it was too early to start asking her to do anything, but my impatience left me no other option.
“Well, you have me, baby.” She looks up at me with darkened eyes, tearing away from the covering of my chest in small hickeys, utterly refusing to give my hardened peaks even a little attention.
“But I need you to stop teasing!” I whine, lifting my hips sharply so that my heated core presses against hers, causing her to let out a gasp of surprise mingled with a moan.
“Be more specific and your little pussy will get everything you want.” I didn’t expect Elizabeth to fully take control, but her greedy lustful look instantly sets her dominance and I let out an involuntary groan, bucking my hips again, wanting her to take pity on me, but she instantly presses them to the bed, blocking all my movements.
“Wasn’t I clear enough or you have be taught how to behave?” My mouth opens slightly at her unexpectedly overbearing tone, and I know that we're going to play completely by her rules now.
“Please, please take me, I can’t wait anymore,” I give in to her demanding gaze and feather-light touches on my chest.
"Wasn't that hard, right?" Before I can answer, her mouth finally takes my swollen right nipple into her mouth, sucking it in and swirling her tongue in every possible direction, causing me to let out a string of relieved, satisfied sighs and moans.
“Oh god, just like that,” I arch my back, taking it off the bed and tangling my hand in her hair, pulling her closer to me.
A minute later, kissing every inch of my chest, she takes the left bud into her mouth, doing the same skillful movements with her tongue, leaving me panting and yearning for more. Finally pulling away from my boobs, she slowly spreads kisses down my stomach without breaking eye contact with me, and I can barely stop myself from rubbing my crotch against her pelvis in the search of at least the slightest relief.
"Tell me, do you like it rougher or softer?" She inquires, running her fingers through the elastic of my pants as she slowly slides them down to my knees, stopping to run her fingers along the inside of my thighs, causing me to twitch a little.
“It depends on my mood,” I struggle with making my words sound not that desperate, but her smirk lets me know that I’m not succeeding.
"And what mood are you in right now?" Elizabeth completely removes my pants, tossing them to my T-shirt on the floor.
“I don’t care, just do something! Please.” My tone is far from demanding because I don't want her to continue her torturing any longer.
"Everything I want?" She smirks again, arching her brow and leans in to my face, brushing her lips over mine, but not kissing them yet.
"Everything you want, please,” another plea leaves my mouth and it’s already becoming embarrassing to me, but my soaked by now underwear tells me that I can’t wait any longer.
“Since you’ve been a really patient girl, baby,” she says and sheds me off my panties in one motion, watching a thin string of my wetness follow them, making my cheeks turn red and eyes go up to the ceiling.
“You’re so adorable,” she smiles, throwing the last piece of clothing away and planting a sweet quick kiss on my lips.
“Get rid of your clothes too,” I manage to say while tugging at the hem of her T-shirt and she thankfully listens to me, taking it off and tossing it into a gradually forming pile on the floor. My gaze immediately falls shamelessly on her full breasts with neglected perfect nipples and the urgency to take them in my mouth clouds my head as I stare at her in pure adoration, subconsciously reaching for her body with my hands.
“You’re so perfect,” my words said in the whisper make her brightly smile at me before she lets out a satisfied moan, when I cup both of her boobs with my hands, gently squeezing them and rolling her nipples between my fingers.
“As much as I like that…Oh god…,” she takes my hands at hers and pins them above my head, “it’s my turn to be in charge, make sure to listen to me and not do whatever you want,” her seductive low voice fills my ears, making the ache between my thighs already unbearable.
She sits on the edge of the bed, taking her time to take her pants off, leaving herself in nothing but a black thong and my mouth starts to literally water at the sight of her amazing fit ass, when she stands up to toss the pants away. I don’t even notice that my legs involuntarily begin to move apart, showing her how strong an influence she has not only on my heart and soul, but also on my body.
“Do your legs automatically spread when you see me naked?” She asks, returning her dark wanting gaze on me, settling down between them.
“Not only naked,” I answer without even thinking, licking my suddenly dry lips and parting my legs wider without any shyness, it's like we've done this dozens of times before.
"Are you always this wet?" Elizabeth asks, running two fingers down the length of my slit in a teasing manner, parting my labia and spreading the viscous wetness from my folds to the clit, circling it with her index finger a couple of times.
"Fuck, oh, right there!" I moan loudly, ignoring her question, thereby earning a small slap on my pussy and looking at her in surprise, I meet an arched eyebrow and a tilted head to the right.
“You’re gonna answer all my questions or you won’t get anything.” I can't believe her usually soft and gentle personality became so bossy in a matter of minutes, but I'm not complaining about anything.
“I’m not always like that, just didn’t even touch myself for more than a month,” I embarrassingly tell her the truth, taking my eyes off hers and instantly wanting to cover myself, feeling pretty shy now.
“Oh, my poor baby, I’m sorry for making you wait for so long then. Let me take care of you,” she coos into my ear, positioning herself on top of me and supporting the weight of her body with her left hand while two fingers of her right hand gently slide into my entrance without any resistance, making my eyes roll to the back of my head and my mouth let out a loud needy moan.
“Fuck, El!” I let out a shaky breath, feeling how she starts to steadily pump her fingers in and out of my leaking pussy, creating lewd sounds of sex that fill our bedroom now along with my moans and her huffs.
“You look so hot under me, babygirl, I could watch you like that all day long,” she compliments me, speeding up her pace and biting my neck and my only reaction is another loud moan that echoes through the room.
“Right there, right there,” I keep repeating gradually loosing my sanity and surrendering to the feeling of being so perfectly filled with her long fingers, that keep sinking down onto my heat, bringing me closer to my long-awaited release.
“My perfect baby, you’re doing so great,” she whispers right into my ear with her raspy voice, curling her fingers in the way that makes the grip of my left on the sheets even tighter, while my other hand finds its place on her back, digging nails into her soft flesh, but she doesn’t seem to care at all, continuing to fuck me in unrelenting tempo.
“Oh fuck, fuck, El- Liz-, I’m getting close!” I've never been the quiet type of person in bed, but now she's the reason I almost go wild, rutting my hips in the same rhythm as her pounding in my squelching cunt fingers.
She doesn't respond and just speeds up her movements even more, kissing my neck and placing the thumb of her currently fucking me hand on my swollen neglected clit, starting to move it in quick circles, almost releasing my fast approaching orgasm.
“Goddamn, I’m gonna cum, please can I cum?” I don't know if I need to ask for it at all, but my mind is so clouded by the unearthly pleasure that has taken over me, that my head seems to be disconnected from the body when I make all possible sounds of pleasure, and my hips are writhing under Elizabeth, who doesn’t allow them to make too many movements.
“Let it go, baby, cum for me.” She says into my ear, making the last hard thrust and the coil in my abdomen snaps, sending my whole body into spasming, as I scream out her name and release a flow of wetness on her hand, tightly shutting my eyes and allowing myself to enjoy every second of one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
Elizabeth slowly pumps her fingers a little more to prolong it and then carefully pulls them out of my pussy as my limp body with closed eyes tries to recover. I feel her hot mouth begin to kiss the patterns on my chest, collarbones and neck, finally getting to my lips and I reach for hers to meet them in an affectionate kiss as she lovingly strokes my waist.
“Are you sure you didn’t have any experience?” I speak in a slightly hoarse voice, grinning and getting a slight pinch in response.
“Was it that good?” She pecks my lips again, rubbing the tip of her nose against mine.
“It was amazing, baby,” I try to lay her on her back, getting on top of her, but she doesn't let me do that and I arch an eyebrow questioningly, silently asking why.
“Then maybe you can handle another round, hmm?” Once again she starts to kiss my already bruised neck, but I stop her right away, mischievously smiling at the woman, biting my lip.
“I will, but right after I make you feel good too.” With these words, I again try to lay her on her back and this time she doesn’t resist, obediently settling on soft pillows and staring up at me with an excited still lust filled look.
“You have an incredibly beautiful body,” I say as I bend down to kiss her lips, then jaw and soft skin of her neck, finding her pulse point to suck a small hickey there, “and an incredibly beautiful soul.” She sighs heavily, tangling her hand in my hair, not letting moans spill from her mouth yet, and I make it my purpose now to make her scream my name in pleasure.
Her magnificent perfect breasts are the only thing that fills my eyesight now, instantly making me want to take her hardened buds in my mouth and without hesitation I succumb to temptation, leaving teasing for another time and she finally emits a sweet moan that makes me smile contentedly. One of my hands is busy massaging her other boob, pinching and tugging on her nipple as I watch El gradually lose control, giving in to my power.
“Not so confident now, are you?” I tease her, leaving a couple of marks in the valley of her soft breasts, licking along it and causing her to let out a moan again.
“Just because you’re on top now doesn’t mean you’re in charge, Y/n,” she tries to say it as calm as possible, but my another tug at her nipple makes her to throw her head back, accompanying it by rapid breathing and writhing of the hips.
"Your body is telling me the opposite thing, angel," I say, kissing lower along her toned belly and stopping at the elastic of her lacy thong.
“Don’t get yourself in trouble, princess, just do your job,” she somehow manages to get her dominance back, but loses it again as soon as I press my thumb to her drenched panties, feeling how much her fucking me affected the woman.
“And you dared to tell me how wet I am,” I say, tugging at the piece of clothing and sliding it down her long toned legs, leaving my goddess completely naked before my eyes, seeing her glistening folds waiting for my touch. "Look what a mess you've made," I smirk at her and without breaking eye contact I lower my head between her thighs, spreading her legs further apart and laying on my stomach.
Holding her firmly in place, I start showering her inner thighs with open-mouthed kisses in retaliation for how she teased me, but her harsh tug on my hair that takes me by surprise makes me speed up my foreplay.
“Y/n, please, I need you,” leaves her lips and suddenly I don’t feel like wasting time any longer. Who am I to deny pleasure to such a woman?
Without thinking twice, I attach my mouth to her pulsating clit, putting my arms around her thighs, holding her bent legs in place and instantly get rewarded with her loud long moan, as she arches to my touch and tilts her head back.
I alternate the movements of my tongue between small circles, long strokes with flattened tongue and kitten licks, making Elizabeth to pull me closer to her by my hair, rubbing herself impatiently against my face.
“You’re doing such a good job, baby, don’t stop, oh god…amazing…” She lets out another groan mixed with a squeak and her praise encourages me to please her even more diligently. Parting her pussy lips with my finger, I tease her entrance a bit before deepening it into her, causing her body to shudder, her mouth to form an “o-shape” and her face to wrinkle in pleasure.
“Y-y/n, I'm close, I'm so close, don't you dare stop, my angel,” she doesn't seem to have any control over anything that comes out from her mouth, fidgeting on the sheets without loosening her grip on my hair and on a nearby pillow. I move my tongue as fast as I can, even though it's already quite tired, and add another finger, feeling her walls pulsating around them and wrapping them in a stream of her wetness, almost dripping onto the bed.
“Cum for me, darling,” I pull away from her trembling body for a second to tell her this and when I return my mouth to her throbbing cluster of nerves, she seems to immediately obey me and her body bursts in orgasmic spasms of her wet release.
“Fucking hell, Y/n, oh!” She lifts her hips from the bed, barely controlling her body and moans incessantly for several seconds, gradually descending from heaven to earth soon and loosening her grip, calming her raging breath down.
Seeking how the last aftershocks gradually disappear, I pull away from her pussy, planting the light kiss on it before crawling up her body, placing gentle kisses along her abs and breasts, eventually laying myself on top of her chest, resting my ear against her still fast beating heart.
“I knew that you’re good in bed, but didn’t expect you to be this skillful,” she says regaining her breath and placing a kiss on my temple, making me smile into her skin.
“Don't judge the book by its cover until you've read the whole story, remember?” I lightly bite her collarbone, lifting my eyes at her and meeting tender gaze as she wraps one arm around my back, putting the other one under her head.
We lie in comfortable, relaxing silence for a few more minutes, enjoying every second we spend together as her hand strokes my back and my hand caresses her shoulder before she rolls on top of me again, giving me a newly acquired turned-on look, letting me know that what we just had definitely wasn’t enough for her.
“Are you into any toys?” She asks, kissing the tip of my nose, taking me by surprise with her question. “Don’t look at me like you’re a saint virgin and never heard of sex toys,” she bites her lip, grinning, and runs her index finger over my lips, stopping at the bottom one.
“I have couple of those in the box under my bed,” I say breathlessly looking forward to know what she is going to do with this information next.
“Hmm.” She gets off me, giving me a last lustful look as if we just didn't fuck each other's brains out and gets up from the bed to take a small black box from under it, putting it on the edge of the mattress.
“Oh, that’s not a lot, what a pure soul you are,” she says, pulling out a seven-inch pink strap-on, attentively examining it as if it were a museum piece and not a sex toy.
“Care to help me put it on? If you don’t mind using it now, of course,” she casually asks me and then smirks at how eagerly I get up from the bed at the same time with her.
I kneel down to help her properly tighten all the straps and taking my eyes up I see a curious look with a glimpse of total satisfaction studying me for these couple of minutes. Getting up and moving a bit away from her, I glance at the toy between her legs and my mouth involuntarily opens in anticipation of what awaits me now.
She takes my chin with three fingers and leans down to press a warm kiss on my lips like she's not going to fuck the shit out of me with a plastic cock right now.
“Do you mind to take it from behind?” Her caring tone doesn’t at all coincide with the vulgar words and the dark, predatory look that sweeps over my still completely naked body. Without further ado, I just turn around and lie down on the bed, stomach down, ass up, hugging the pillow and staring at her from the bottom up.
“What a precious thing you are. Good girls don’t need no be asked twice, is that right?” She asks and runs her fingers along my spine, positioned behind me, but my half-clouded mind doesn't let me to answer anything, while I’m just silently laying and waiting for her to start.
A stinging slap immediately makes itself felt on my ass, making me shudder and whimper, but not from pain, but rather from suddenness.
"I think I told you to answer all my questions, didn't I?" Her calm, measured voice again doesn’t match the force of her hit, which must have left a reddish mark on my flesh.
“Sorry, yes, it’s right,” I myself, without realizing it, already begin to impatiently wiggle my ass towards her, wanting her to finally feel her inside of me, realizing how rapidly I begin to get wet again.
“Good girl. Get your ass up a bit,” I immediately do what Elizabeth said and she places a pillow under my pelvis.
“Are you ready?” Her hands are placed on the both sides of my waist, stroking them with her thumbs in soothing manner.
“Can you put a condom on it, please? It’s in the last drawer.” I suddenly ask, getting an intrusive thought about the toy being not clean enough, since I haven’t used it for months.
“Of course.” Thankfully, she doesn’t start asking me questions or mock my dumb worries, making the situation awkward and ruining the mood.
“It’s done baby, don’t worry.” She says in a minute, finding the right thing and fulfilling my request, putting the tip of her cock to my dripping entrance and starting to slowly deepen it into my pussy inch by inch after stroking it for a few seconds along my lower lips.
“Oh shit, El, you’re filling me up so good,” I can’t help but let out a whine at how full she makes me feel right now, despite on pushing only half the length into my cunt.
"It's not over, babygirl, try to take it all." She doesn’t stop her slow thrusts, each time entering me deeper, holding tightly to my hips, using them as a leverage.
“I can’t- I can’t take more,” I moan as it seems to me that my pussy won’t bear it now, even though it did previously, but she bends down to my ear and seductively whispers:
“Of course you can, ‘cause obedient girls do what they’re told, don’t they?” She purrs, encouraging me to move my ass towards her and finally helping her to fully bottom up. El gives me a few seconds to adjust to its size and then begins to move her hips, easily sliding the toy back and fourth inside of my core.
“O-oh, it feels amazing, please don’t stop,” I grab the sheets, clenching it in my fist, and bury my face in the pillow to muffle my embarrassingly loud moans, but Elizabeth’s hand spanks my ass cheek hard again, causing me to wince and give her another frantic whimper.
“Don’t even think about hiding your pretty sounds from me, understand?” She starts to move harder and faster, slapping her skin against mine and creating a sinful echo across the room, firmly gripping my ass, directing it towards her thrusts.
“Yes, oh god,” I cry out, when she slightly changes her angle, hovering over my back and covering my hand with hers, tightly grasping it intertwining our fingers without slowing down her rhythm.
“I’ve wanted to have you like that for so long,” she heavily breathes right above my ear, making me arch my back and answer something incoherent.
“Now- oh, now y-you can have m-me,” I somehow manage to say between moaning her name mixed with different pleas, feeling how perfect she massages my inner walls, fucking me exactly how I need her to.
Elizabeth straightens her back again, putting her free hand on my lower back and another change of angle only brings my climax closer, making my whole body tense in anticipation of the release. I notice how her quick movements turn into an almost brutal pace, causing the headboard to slam against the wall and my legs to shake as my orgasm quickly approaches in the second time today.
“Ah, baby, you’re so tight for me,” she says between her own moans and her thrusts become sloppy, telling me that she’s chasing her own high too.
“I’m so, ah-, I’m so close!” My whole body shakes as I say this and El squeezes my hand even tighter, refusing to let go of it, still holding my lower back with her other hand, while I’m trying not to squirm too much feeling how my wetness already runs down the inside of my thighs.
“Cum with me, sweetness, show me how good I can make you f-feel,” she says it and a few final thrusts are enough to send us both over the edge, filling the bedroom with loud moans of each other's names.
Slowing down and allowing us both to calm down after a powerful orgasm, making a few more lazy pushes, she carefully pulls the strap-on out of my exhausted pussy, making me immediately feel emptiness and tosses it somewhere to the side, falling on the top of my back, while I’m trying to catch my breath and come back to my senses.
“It was the best sex in my life,” her tired raspy voice sounds next to my ear, making me smile with my eyes still closed.
“Probably ‘cause it was with the woman,” I answer stroking her hand which was holding mine whole this time with my thumb.
“No, ‘cause it was with the person I truly love,” she says lazily kissing the back of my head.
A/n: so, idk if it was okay since i’ve never even tried to write smut, so please let me know your opinion and share ideas if you have some :)
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agnessharknes · 2 years
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The One With Silence
Summary/Prompt: “I never noticed how much I hated silence.” is the first and last sentence and it has a different meaning both times.
Warnings: Sad i guess. Trauma. But super short.
A/n: Heyyy. Hehe. Ok.
Tags: @ifnotlovepersevering , @devotedtofictionalwomen , @itsfleetoodmac, @midnight-lestrange , @fruityhahn , @arelyitsherec8 , @mochiadria, @ripofflizzie
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“I never knew how much I hated silence,” she said, fidgeting with a piece of paper. “It was always too quiet for me. I loved just hearing things happening. I needed to know that things were happening. Vision was always in the kitchen or buzzing about. The boys would run around screaming at each other. I just needed things to be happening.”
Agnes looked at her, thinking about the boys. They were always loud, crashing into things. Making up songs to perform for the two of them.
“The boys really enjoyed coming up with short plays or writing their own songs. They would always say you know, ‘mommy we came up with this new song’ and it was about them being allowed to eat ice cream or getting to go to the park. And I mean how can you say no?”
“Right,” Agnes smiled. She didn’t know what else to say as she sat on Wanda’s couch across from her.
“Vision would come in and ask questions. Gosh so many questions. You’d think as a literal machine he would be able to do this stuff or at least know how but…that was not always the case. And I felt like I needed the noise, the music of life to concentrate. I don’t know why. It just made things seem easier. My head always had things going. It was always loud. But I worked the best that way.”
Agnes took a sip of her coffee. The only sound that one could hear. Her cup moving from the small plate to her lips and back. Her sip, the sound of her swallow.
“It’s so quiet now,” Wanda said after a second. “I don’t hear them anymore. My mind is silent. All I hear is the rustling of leaves in the fall or the sound of my breath at night.”
Agnes looked up at Wanda, a tear forming. It was quiet. It was too quiet. Nothing was happening. They were all gone.
“Before it meant no one was home. It meant no one was having fun or no one was doing anything. Now it means no one is coming back. The laughter, the joy, the screaming and yelling and fighting that was always in the house that I hated…,” Wanda said, her voice shaking.
“I never knew…how much I hated silence.”
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Cupcakes For My Cupcake (E.O)
Elizabeth Olsen x Short!Fem!Reader
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Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader
Summary: Everybody calls Lizzie "The Y/n whisperer" for a reason or maybe two.
Warning: None, I think. Just a little teasing about height. But mainly FLUFF.
Requested: Yes.
A/N: Hello! I'm glad to say that I finally got some requests done and this is one of them. Thank you @honey-sweet-hiraeth for helping me brainstorming and picked the title. I was dealing with ear pain and couldn't think of any title.. lol. Also, this wasn't proofread well. Anyway, happy reading! I have another Lizzie fic coming. Enjoy!
“Cut!” Anthony, one of the directors exclaimed and the filming of a part of a scene stopped instantly. All the cast who are in this scene turn their head to him. “Uh, okay, Y/n, maybe we should try to move you somewhere else. I can barely see you from any angle if you are next to Hemsworth. It looks like you are gone completely when you stand next to him.” Anthony expresses his thoughts as he crosses his arms in front of his chest. His thinking face looks so obvious.
“Aww, come on y/n. Don’t be shy and hide behind me.” The Australian actor pitches a joke in a sing-song tone. You laugh. “I wasn’t hiding, it’s just your muscles are too bulky and taking my spot here.” Everybody laughs. It was a playful sarcasm but they found it funny.
Being 5 feet tall has its own pros and cons. People always think you are adorable. It’s not hard to find clothes your size and other perks. The cons? Well, of course they are no fun. Despite being called adorable sometimes makes you feel nice if it’s in certain circumstances by certain people. You are definitely not immune to some or perhaps lots of jokes about how short you are. Families and friends casually poking fun about it and you are used to it. Sometimes you play along but sometimes you don’t. And when you don't, they never take your retorts or feisty come back personally. They all love you.
For working situations, as an actress, it hasn’t been really an obstacle for you to get a role. Surprisingly, you got some projects with Marvel. It's no secret that your height has been a little something extra for the director to figure out especially on camera angles because your friends a.k.a other marvel casts are taller than you. Sometimes the directors think you are “drowning” when you are surrounded by them
Since you joined Marvel, you have officially taken Scarlett’s title as the shortest Marvel’s cast and she is pretty much happy about it because now, she is not the target for all those height jokes anymore. You are.
Today’s filming has been a little challenging for you. If you can be honest, you are tired and the jet lag from the time difference of different filming locations doesn’t help at all. You were excited when you woke up to go to work but then your mood descended as soon as you found out that Lizzie is not scheduled for today’s filming. Your friendship with her has been very close and inseparable. She is your favorite person you met through Marvel.
“How about if she stands next to Benedict?” Joe proposes his idea. “Yeah, we can try that.” Anthony agrees.
You follow their instructions to move next to the British actor and restart the scene filming. You understand that this is about your height but this time it agitates you a little, not to them but to your own shortself. You thought the angle problem had been solved this time but you were wrong.
“Cut! No, it still doesn’t work well. How about next to Mark? No. We can’t put her next to him either because of the Hulk visual effect.” Joe mumbles her thoughts.
“Maybe we should lift her up a bit with the invisible wire, put a little visual effect so she will look a little taller.” Benedict’s heavy voice and thick accent cover another teasing comment and this time you let out a fake bitter laugh but everybody’s laughter sounds really spontaneous. “Don’t mess with a short girl, Benedict. With wires or not, I still can kick your ass.”
"Ouh, you better be careful, Benedict. Don’t piss the little one off, you won’t be able to see where shorty goes and before you know it, you’ll get your ass kicked. " Another one of the cast, Josh Brolin, adds a remark, joining in with the other joking around. This time you only patch a quick smile and reply “Okay, purple giant. I guess, thanks?” Josh laughs at your snarky response.
“Y/n, how about standing on Jer's left? I think that would be the best. Sorry, y/n.” Anthony requests and he notices how tired you look and having a mood swing but he understands and even kindly apologizes to you.
Your stomach growls but not loud enough for anybody to hear. You are starving because you didn't get the chance to have breakfast. “Yeah sure. No problem.” You agree without hesitation and move again. Then they ask you to wait for them to check the view from different angles. 
“Don’t worry, y/n. We all know that you are vertically challenged, we’ll figure out the best angle so fans will see you in this scene.” One of the camera crews pointed out more as he laughed with others and that was it. You are on your limit on being bombarded with endless height jokes.
“Well, I believe that making fun of the short girl really IS the best way to let out everyone know you are compensating for a ‘sizeably’ challenged dick.” Just like that you blew up a little and you made the air quote. “Oooohhhhh burn!” everybody reacts in unison at your reply to him.
“Dang! Y/n! Mic drop.” Anthony Mackie was genuinely surprised by your words and a few seconds after that everybody laughed along with the guy that you addressed your frustration just now.
“You know what? I’m sorry, I need a few minutes.” With that, you walk off the set to your trailer.
“Uh-oh. She is pissed.” Jeremy comments as he watches you walk away. “Of course, she is. It was like one after another of jokes you guys threw at her. Poor y/n. She’s not in the mood today.” Scarlett finally breaks her silence.
“Oh yeah, shit. How couldn’t we notice that? Lizzie’s not here today. I guess we kinda forgot the line with the jokes.” The god of thunder actor points out his realization.
“So, should we call the ‘Y’n whisperer’ to make her feel better? Lizzie has been the only one who can calm her down or cheer her up.” Mackie lets out the first solution that came up in his mind.
“It’s Lizzie’s day off, we can’t call her for that.” Chris Evans disagrees. “Well, just let her take her time a little bit. We all can take a break. It’s almost lunch time anyway.” The directors announced.
Little do everybody know, Scarlett stepped aside and reached her phone to call Lizzie but she got no answer. A minute later Lizzie walks in with her hands full. The security guards help her to bring some more stuff in.
“Hi everybody! I cooked some food for lunch. Come and get it!” She greets as she puts on the tables where the food usually is. The casts right away greet her and go to the table to have lunch together.
One by one they thank Lizzie for the food. “Where is Y/n?” It was the first question that jumped out of Lizzie’s lips as her eyes searched for her while she set the food.
“Y/n walked off the set. The boys pissed her off.” Scarlett answers quickly. “Aww, did you guys joke around about her height again?” Lizzie guessed with a knowing look.
“Not me. It was Hemsworth, Benedict, Josh and one of the camera crew, I forgot his name.” Jeremy denies and casually tells Lizzie who did it with a little laugh. “But she gave a great come back to him though. It was awesome and she was feisty!” Mackie proudly tells Lizzie about you while he scoops some food to his plate.
“And she called Josh ‘purple giant, don’t forget that’.” RDJ slips in a comment and they all laugh. “Well, she is probably tired and hungry. I made her favorite food so I’m gonna find her and talk to her.” Lizzie casually speaks and grabs one brown paper bag that was separated from others. With a smile, she walks away to find you.
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You heard a knock on your trailer door. “I’ll be on the set in a few minutes.” You subtly refuse to open the door to whoever it is behind the door.
“Y/n, it’s me. Let me in, please. I cooked your favorite food.” Oh that voice feels like rain on a desert. It soothes you and lifts up your spirit. Your favorite person comes to surprise you. You quickly opened the door and a wide smile welcomed her. “Lizzie!” You open your arms inviting her into your hug.
“Hey you, grumpy Gus. Whatcha doin here?” Lizzie jokingly greets you and hugs you tight and rubs your back then walks in. “Oh, nothing. Just need a little break.” You smile awkwardly then close your door and back to your chair.
Lizzie puts the paper bag on the table and takes a seat face to face with you. “I heard what happened.” She starts the conversation and grabs your hand tenderly. Her thumb delicately rubs the back of your hand, making your heart leap.
In a millisecond, you are not upset anymore. You feel better. “Yeah, I didn’t mean to be a bitch about it. You know me, I usually don’t mind their jokes about me being short. I was just not in the mood I guess.” You try to keep your cool in front of her while explaining to her.
“I know, y/n. You are tired and hungry. Also, you miss me aaand my cooking." She scrunches her nose and confidently shows you how well she knows you and followed by a little laugh as her sparkling green eyes look at you.
"Yes, yes and no." You tease her by your pretend disagreement that you miss her and your cooking. She was right, you miss her. That's what trigger your mood swing in the first place.
"Ooh?? Okaaay. I see how it is now. You don't miss me and my cooking? Alright then, I will go right now and take this with me." Lizzie cutely plays along with your joke and pretends that she is leaving with the bag she brought.
"No..no..no.. Wait.. wait.. I was just kidding. Yes, I miss you and your cooking.. Happy now?" You admit it in defeat and giggle as you grab her hand. She turns around. You hear her laughing and saying " Yes, I am. You know me, I love it when I'm right." She gently taps your nose with the tip of her finger followed by her adorable giggle.
"Now, where is my food?" You ask as you rub both of your palms excitedly.
"Well, it's on the table where we usually eat. Everybody is eating now but I also made this special for you." She slides the small brown paper bag to you.
"Really? Special for me?? Sweet!!" You quickly open the bag and pull out a box of it like a little kid on Christmas morning. Her warm forest green eyes are drinking the view in awe. Cherishing every second she has with you.
"Cupcakes for my cupcake." She said, her eyes sparkling with adoration and love. She always loves seeing your excitement every time she makes something for you.
"Chocolate cupcake!!" You exclaimed with an ear to ear smile.
"Uh-huh. With Scarlet Witch red frosting too. Since you like her so much." She points it out in a proud tone.
"Yes, I like her so much but I love the actress that plays her." You casually speak as your finger takes a little of the frosting and you taste it. You hum in such enjoyment with your eyes closed.
You and Lizzie are really close friends. Both of you sometimes casually express how much you love each other or compliment each other and even tease each other.
"Gosh, I love everything you cook and bake. They are always so delicious." You compliment with a satisfied sigh.
"Don't tell the others that I brought you these cupcakes because I only made them for you." She giggles. "Oh, wow. I'm that special. I'm honored, Liz."
"Of course you are." Lizzie leans and gives one quick soft kiss on your cheek before she stands up. You died a little inside with happiness for a few seconds. The feeling of her lips brushing your cheek makes your lungs forget what oxygen is.
"You are my favorite short girl, remember?" She jokingly pats your head.
"Well, special for you, you can call me short or joke about my height anytime you want. I don't mind." You voluntarily propose the idea.
She laughs louder and the sound of it makes your brain turn into a puddle. "I know, honey. Now, let's go have lunch. Everybody's waiting for us." She grabs your hand and leads you out of your trail.
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“Y/n! You are back! Come here, have lunch with us!” Scarlet welcomes you in such a thrill. “Well, look who’s back!” Jeremy gives the same excited tone as Scarlet did.
“See! I told you! Lizzie, the ‘Y/n whisperer’ ! I was right. Only Lizzie can cheer Little Miss Grumpy back and bring her here.” Pride sounds clear in Mackie’s tone.
“Hi guys! I’m back!” You greeted them with a cheerful tone, totally opposite from how you were earlier.
“Come sit here” Hemsworth’s heavy voice chimes in as he points at two empty chairs between him and Benedict. You take your seat. “Y/n, we are sorry if our jokes crossed the line.” The man with the red cloak apologizes on behalf of everybody.
“Oh no. It’s okay. I’m sorry too that I was a little over reacting.” You stated.
“A little? You were a total drama queen earlier.” Mackie blurted out playfully. You know he was joking. “Well, an adorable short drama queen.” The buff blonde man wraps his arms around your shoulders close to him in a brotherly manner. You gotta admit that what Mackie and Hemsworth said were funny.
“Okay, y/n. Here, I already prepared a plate for you from home.” The brunette lays the plate of food in front of you. You thank her and instantly take a bite of it.
"Oh my god. My favorite..So good.." another praise comes out of your lips as you eat. You even dance a little from how delicious it tastes.
"Wait, Y/n got a special prepared plate? Wow. You both need to date, seriously." The archer cast finally vocalized what everybody has been thinking.
You choke a little from the comment and grab a drink right away. You look at Lizzie, she doesn't say anything but all smiling complete with blushing cheeks.
"What–uh what did you mean?" You clear your throat nervously as you stutter with your question.
“Oh please y/n. You know what he meant. We all know you both are VERY close." Scarlett stated with a knowing smile.
"Yeah, like Mackie said, Lizzie is the only one that can cheer you up whenever you are not in the mood. Everytime Lizzie comes to the set or any event, you are the first person that she will ask or look for." RDJ adds more facts to back Scarlet up.
"Well, look at you now. Just from eating what Lizzie cooked, you are a completely different person now, all smiling and dancing. Earlier you were a feisty little woman." Chris Evans laughed out loud with his hands on his chest as soon as he finished talking.
"And, Lizzie here keeps smiling. Not saying a word says a lot about this, darling" The tall British guy takes his turn pitching in his opinion. As Lizzie sits between him and you.
You look at her, and Benedict was right. Lizzie is all smiling yet not saying even a word, you start to think if she agrees with everybody that you both need to date. Does it mean she likes you?
You have been having a crush on her for a little while now. You don't know what to do because you are worried it will change your friendship. Also, you think that there is no way the goddess of beauty herself will like you back more than as a friend.
You try your luck to find out by playing along with them and joke "Well, maybe if she'd ask me out we would be dating already." You try your best to look as if you're joking but deep down you were actually serious about it. That's actually the thought you have been thinking every time you have a "what if Lizzie.." thinking session by yourself.
"Oooohhhhh" the cast exclaimed all at once, very thrilled. “The truth has come out!” Hemsworth exclaimed as he raised his hand up as if he just won something.
Lizzie finally hinted in a subtle way the truth from her side. “Y/n, you’re already coming over for movie night, tonight. I’ll order take out and we can cuddle on the couch and call it a date.” She innocently smiles, glances at you and then takes another bite of her food.
“It’s a date!!” Mackie shouted in elation. Without a doubt, the others cheer.
Meanwhile, you marveled at what Lizzie said and how she nonchalantly addressed it. A pat she gives you on your shoulder brought you back from your daze. “You okay?” Her gaze really lifted your mood and calmed you down. It felt like a caffeine buzz and sedative at the same time.
“Y-yeah. I’m okay.” Once again, you stutter. You got a warm, fuzzy feeling.
After lunch, everybody walks back to the set and you are the last one at the table. “Well, Liz, I gotta go back to the set. Thank you for the lunch and the cupcake. I love it. You made my day.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll see you tonight for our first date.” Excitement raced through her. She glows inside. You feel drunk in happiness as you get another kiss on your cheek before you walk away.
You felt giddy and couldn't stop smiling. Tonight, you will have your first date with the woman who always has her way to your heart.
A/n: Well, that's it for today. I hope you enjoy the fluff! I'm in the mood of fluff writing, so you'll see more fluff coming. Reblog and comment are highly appreciated! Follow me for more. See you!
Cheerio!
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Could you do 37, 38, and 70 for Lizzie please
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“I heard you wanted me to work with you for this scene,” you say when you walk into the makeup trailer.
“Hey, Y/N. How are you?” Lizzie asks, spinning in her chair to face you with a grin.
You were assigned to work on Kathryn for the next few weeks for Wandavision’s final episode. Lizzie was assigned to a more experienced makeup artist as a particular scene in the episode called for much more detailed work which you didn’t have a history with practising. Not yet, at least. Not until Lizzie made a request for you to work with her instead of the other artist.
“I’m alright. And you?” you ask and place your tools and kits on the vanity the actress is sitting at.
“It’s a weird feeling finishing WandaVision after filming’s gone through so much. How do you feel about it? There was a lot of work you had to do with me,” she speaks, leaning back into her seat as she watches your face through the mirror.
“Excited, I suppose, to see the final product. Wrapping up is always bittersweet, though.”
Lizzie hums in agreement. After a few moments of watching you set up your things, she questions, “What’s the plan for today?”
“Well, the first few scenes are pretty simple and natural. We’re going for a modern makeup look, so just let me know if there’s anything specific you have in mind to make you look more natural that you’d prefer,” you explain and take out a few brushes, Lizzie’s shade of foundation, and primer. She nods in understanding. “We do the fight scenes last, which’ll be more tedious in terms of prep time. But I think it won’t be too bad. I’m excited.”
The next few weeks are filled with long hours- early mornings and late nights. But the tireless hours pay off when shooting finally comes to an end. The cast and crew gather around sharing applause and thanking each other for the collective hardwork shared with wonderful people who’d been working for the last chaotic and memorable year.
You’re cleaning up in the makeup trailer when Lizzie steps in, wig freshly taken off. You can tell by the way she massages her scalp with her fingers.
“Y/N,” she sighs as if relieved. “I’ve been looking for you. Have you been hiding up here this whole time?”
“Hi, Lizzie,” you greet with a tired smile. “Yeah, I’ve just been busy cleaning up.”
She wraps an arm around your hips and pulls you into a side hug. “Don’t you want to come out and celebrate?”
“I think I just wanna go home. I’m pretty tired,” you tell her regrettably.
“Let me take you out. I’ve been wanting to find some time to ourselves but we’ve just been so busy. Let’s go out for coffee. I’ll pay.”
Thirty minutes later, you’re walking through downtown Los Angeles with her, coffees in hand warming each other up from the brisk winter. Though you’ve been working with her for the last year, you realise you haven’t gotten to know Lizzie very much until tonight. And you liked her. A lot.
When the two of you finally get back to her car, you stop by the driver’s side with her. It’s an awkward moment until you suddenly tell her, “I don’t know if I’ve ever told you, but I really like your laugh. I think it’s so contagious. Even through the most tiring days, sets are so much brighter with you.”
She’s just grinning at you, her bottom lip between her teeth as she looks at you. The undivided attention makes you antsy and you look away from her.
“Y/N,” she says, bringing your attention back over to her. Wanda laughs between words, her hand raised to her mouth, “You’re so clueless.”
Your shoulders fall and you ball your lips over to the side awkwardly. You didn’t know what to say to that. You like Lizzie, but if you had no clue how to keep up a conversation with her, perhaps you weren’t a good match for her, even if only for a professional relationship. A painful pang shot through your chest at the very thought.
But without warning, her cold hands are placed on either side of your face and she pulls you close to her. She’s wearing a playful grin on her soft lips, bright glints of amusement dancing in her green eyes. The sight stuns you, making you freeze on the spot.
Lizzie quietly asks, “Can I kiss you?” After a few more moments of waiting for your response that hadn’t come because of how stunned you were by your proximity to her, the actress giggles. She pinches your cheek lightly between her thumb and the side of her index finger. “Say yes,” she chuckles, her laugh blowing white in the cold air.
“Yes,” you answer quickly.
Lizzie’s grin widens and she steps towards you so your bodies pressed together. She kisses your lips softly and your eyes flutter closed. Your arms lift to wrap around her body, hugging her against you. You feel her smile widen against your lips and she pulls away. Her arms wrap around your neck and, on the tips of her toes, she leans against you. “You’re warm,” she whispers.
You answer with a nervous smile that makes Lizzie laugh, “So are you.” She kisses you again.
“I want to see you tomorrow. Are you free?” she asks, kissing your cheek and looking up into your eyes. You nod. “Then I’ll pick you up early before lunch and we can spend the day together. I really like you, Y/N.”
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Chapter Sum: Addy really wants to look good for university. She decided to go tanning. Lizzie wanted her to cool down and relax with her next door.
Warnings: Language (like usual lol), of age/underage drinking (depending on where you're from), fingering, making out, consent (we love a consensual queen <3)
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"Kiss me hard before you go...summertime sadness. I just wanted you to know, that baby you the best."
"I got my red dress on tonight..." I laid down on my towel on the grass under the hot August sun. My plan is to tan. I wanted to look hot for university. Like every girl does obviously. I want to look mature. I didn't want to look like some kid that shouldn't be there. However, no one from my high school got accepted into NYU so I get a fresh start.
I was shielding the sun's rays with the book I'm currently reading, 'My Year Of Rest & Relaxation'. My sunglasses weren't doing justice. The tan oil I was using smelt god-awful. It made my skin tingle with every lather I applied. I think perhaps I'm allergic. Time will tell I guess. I sported the new bathing suit I got in the city. It looked like the infamous pink Dior bikini but who could afford that on a university student's cash? I think I bought it wrong, however. The top was too small for my boobs and the bottoms were too big. I wasn't thinking about it much, I was trying to keep my mind on my tan and my book. However, that wasn't what I was thinking about. I was trying to piece together what happened the other day. Did Elizabeth touch me? Maybe I was hallucinating? It was my first high after all. I remember Lizzie hit Hallie for some reason then grabbed me and dragged me home. Everything else was a damn-near blur. I saw her in double vision the entire time. My head felt as though my brain was unhooked and just swam freely around my skull. It was a floating sensation. 
There was a little breeze throughout the backyard. It cooled my tingly skin. The breeze sent goosebumps all up my thighs making them shift around above my towel. The sensation went away as the wind died down. My phone rang out of nowhere, I wasn't expecting any calls. All I wanted to do today was read and get tan, why am I always being bothered? 
"Hello?" I answered sitting up and putting a place in my book. 
"What's up bitch!!! Whatcha doing?" It was Hallie. She sounds very happy, considering what happened 2 days ago. 
"Nothing much really. Just tanning. What's up with you?" I sat hunched over running my finger along the spine of the book just listening to Hallie's voice. 
"About the same. Just got off work. Had an early shift this morning. Are you doing okay? I forgot to call you after that whole fiasco with your crazy milf. Did your mom notice? What did you two do when you went home? Did it involve a certain cherry popping?" She giggled softly trying to not be loud. You could hear she was getting in her truck.  
"Oh my fucking god Hal, nothing like that happened! I think that it is. Mom wasn't home, and Lizzie did feel bad about hitting you. She told me. She just got overprotective that's all." I shifted my body to lay on my right side, putting all the weight on my arm. 
"Overprotective I can tell, but she came for me like a bull out the pin. I thought she liked me. She went nuts!" Her truck engine started and I heard a lighter flick on. 
"You realize why she went nuts. Your scrawny ass couldn't lift me up. She probably thought I needed help and you were doing nothing. But I know you were trying your best. Plus you're more like a bull than her! Haha! Remember when I had to sneak into the bar to come pick you up and you had a biker dude in a headlock just because he stole your seat?"
"No! That wasn't just that! He touched my ass too remember? And when you came in I had him in a headlock then bashed him over the head with a bottle." She laughed.
"Yeah, with the most expensive bottle in the damn bar might I add!" I snorted shaking my head over my best friend's antics. 
"Hey! It was the stupid bartender's fault for putting a 500-dollar bottle out where people can grab it. It wasn't tequila so I was fine breaking it. Do you want me to come over later? We can binge-watch movies again." 
I switched to put her on speaker. Just waiting for her to hang up. I love Hallie dearly but some days I just want to be alone. I don't need her constantly calling and asking to do things. I love hanging out with her in all but damn, doesn't she want to be alone too? She has a boyfriend, why doesn't she hang out with him? 
"Maybe Hal. I'll see how I feel." I huffed adjusting my glasses. 
"Uh-huh. Okay hun, I gotta let you go. Jamie's calling me." 
"Okay Hal, talk to you later." I hung up a little too quickly but I know Hallie won't take it personally. I hope.
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I proceeded to try and finish off the chapter I was reading. My mind was being distracted, I kept hearing sloshing noises. I turned behind me seeing no one else in the backyard. I sat up looking in the other direction to the fence, Lizzie's house was on the other side. I saw a little shadow that turned out to be moving. It was Lizzie, or so I hoped. I couldn't see her fully. She never had anyone over. 
"Miss Addy? What on earth are you doing sitting in this August sun? It's 104 degrees out." Lizzie hung over the fence resting her chin on the wood. Her hair was dry and wavy. Her glasses covered most of her face with a brown tint. 
"I'm tanning. I don't think it's working honestly." I stood up meeting Lizzie's gaze. I stepped forward walking to where she was. I tried to straighten my back sucking in my stomach. Lizzie's hand reached out to my bikini strap pulling it away from my skin, letting it go to flick my skin. 
"Hm? I think it worked. You have some colour. You're really warm sweetie. You should come and take a break. I have the pool fixed. Why don't you come and relax with me." Her hand rested on my shoulder. Her hand was coldly damp. It soothed me for a little while. "Oh I don't want to burden you, it's the weekend after all. It's your days off." I really wanted to join her, but I didn't want to cramp her style. "Honey, I'd be delighted if you joined me. I'd love company, especially your company." Her thumb grazed my tan skin leaving my body. "Alright, Lizzie. I'll be happy to join you then." I felt a smile creep along. I was ecstatic, this would be the first time we would hang out. I opened the latch on our fence. My mom got it installed last summer, she and the girls would come over sometimes for drinks so she thought it would be easy access. I've never been in Lizzie's house or her backyard. It was neatly lawned, with stone lining the hot tub-sized pool in the middle with a gazebo covering the pool. My jaw almost dropped seeing what Lizzie was wearing, a burnt orange bikini. She looked immaculate. I've never seen Lizzie in anything like this. I've seen her in shorts and stuff like that but nothing like this. Her olive skin was accented with an orange colour. She was hot. 
"Would you like a drink, Miss Ad?" She flung open the screen door stepping into what looked like her living room. Her glasses came off resting on her head, her eyes looked tired. But her smile made you think otherwise. "I'll drink whatever you are Lizzie." I beamed back twisting a ring on my index finger. "Haha! You can't tell you are underage or anything. Don't say you want whatever I'm having. You'll for sure get ID-ed at the bar. Now, how about we try this again? What would you like?" Her arm leaned into the door. Her hips tilted showing off her soft hips. "Champagne if you have it. If not then a screwdriver." I awkwardly laughed off her comment still twisting the ring on my finger. 
"Champagne it is honey. Now, was that so hard? Go on, go sit in the pool. I'll be there shortly." She left from my sight. Like a good little pup, I darted over to the pool dipping my feet into the pool. It was then that I realized I was tan, the white underbelly of the pool showed my light brown skin. It was cold at first, but it felt nice actually. I sat on the edge of the pool letting the water hit my kneecaps awaiting Lizzie's return. 
"I thought it would be easier for us just to have the bottle." Lizzie returned with a bottle of champagne and two wine glasses. "Is that Dom Perignon?!" I was surprised to see her bring out such a fancy bottle. "For someone that isn't 21, you sure know your champagnes. What? Don't like it?" She joked planting down next to me feeling the soft hairs on her thighs graze mine. "No, no I've never drank it. I've just seen it on tv shows and movies. You shouldn't open a nice bottle just for me." Lizzie nudged me cracking the seal and popping off the cork. "Don't say that! A pretty girl deserves the prettiest bottle. Plus if it's your first time drinking champagne, I'd like it to be something nice and not shit bottles you'll drink in university dorms." She poured the glasses full handing me my glass. Her nails were neatly painted in a milk bath look. Her nails were trimmed short with a little white left over. As for my nails were sloppily painted in black with cracks where I'd chewed off. I'm trying to quit this nasty habit I've done for years. 
I took in a hefty sip almost finishing off the glass. I heard Lizzie's laughter seeing her glass fog up from her breath. "It's not a shot, did you even taste it?" She nudged me again this time she sunk deeper into the pool. "Come on Addy-baby, come in." Her hand landed on my thigh rubbing inwards. I jimmied myself lower feeling a little ashamed that I chugged my glass. "I'm sorry, a force of habit. I go to small parties. They don't serve actual drinks, just shots." Lizzie's hand grasped mine pulling my glass closer to her chest and pouring another glass. "Well then let's teach you how to drink an actual drink." Her glasses fell off her head landing on the bridge of her nose. It startled both of us, but it let out giggles of Lizzie and me. "Cheers Miss Addy, to our lovely blossoming relationship." Our glasses clinked together staring into each other tentatively. "Cheers," I smirked feeling her thighs shift against mine under the water. 
"How are you feeling since the last time I saw you? You were in pretty bad shape." Lizzie's lips pursed on the tip of the glass, sipping slowly. Which made me feel 10 times worse about my first drink. I mimicked her action sipping slowly; she was right. I didn't even taste it. It tasted like what I imagined. Sweet and full of bubbles. Like what gold would taste like. Fancy.
"I was okay, you were right. I just needed some water and crawled into bed." I turned my back placing the wine glass behind my back on the ledge. "See! Told you, take my advice baby. You were a total mess. You're friend didn't do anything but stand and watch." She huffed spinning the liquid in a circular motion. "Hallie was trying her best before you came. I'm heavier than her, she couldn't possibly lift me without help." My hands dipped into the water letting the rest of my body sink into my shoulders. Lizzie's body turned completely pressing a button on the pool, there laid little jets at our feet. It was becoming a very relaxing afternoon after all. "Yeah sure, if she had any weight on her head she would know not to let you hit the ground. You're not heavy Addy, you're very sexy." Lizzie's thigh crossed on mine laying it gently. I felt her, I felt her crotch through her bikini bottoms. Oh god, stop it! Stop thinking about that!  
I blushed again simply brushing her compliment off. "Come now Lizzie, I could lose a few pounds around my stomach. It's sad when I look down and my belly is bigger than my tits. I wish there was a way to transfer my fat to my boobs. Hahaha!" I joked sitting up straight looking down through the water. Lizzie's whole body moved onto mine. Her arm draped around my shoulders as her other hand laid directly on my belly. "Shut up now, I love your cute tummy. You're healthy, and your chest is perfect." Her hand fondled my stomach, her thumb rubbed above my navel where the top of my belly ring was. Her touch was faint under the water. I knew she was touching me, but it didn't feel like it. 
"You're probably the only one who thinks that Lizzie, so thank you for trying to make me feel better." Her body shifted once again now floating in front of me. Her hips were at my kneecaps, I parted my legs allowing her to come closer to me. Her face was half an inch away from mine. She took off her sunglasses throwing them to a ledge. "I'm the only one you should care about Addy." She bit her lip before her lips met mine without warning. It was blissfully maddening. She was rough. I couldn't possibly take control of her. God I wish I could have the courage too but I melted at the feeling of her holding me down. Her mouth was so dominating. She was rough on my lips but, her tongue was soft with every touch of mine. God, she was magical. It was everything I dreamt she would be. There it is again. That familiar touch I once felt while I was high. I knew I wasn't imagining it. She did it again. Her hand that once rested on my stomach climbed its way to my breast again. Squeezing it in its full form. Someone who finally made me feel beautiful, made my body feel beautiful. We took a breath out together, you could make out a tiny sigh Lizzie let out before she reattached her lips to mine. My throat let out a small moan, buzzing through my vocal cords. Lizzie didn't think I notice she slipped her balm under my bikini top grasping my breast bare. Fuck! Fuck! She's touching me! Me!! Oh god, stay cool! I didn't stay cool, however. I almost jumped out of my skin. I leaped back breaking our kiss momentarily. Lizzie had a confused expression plastered across her face. "Hmm? What's the matter? Are you okay?" Her grip around my breast loosened still not leaving its spot. My look must've startled her, I didn't know what I was showing. "I-I'm sorry Lizzie. You just caught me off guard. I didn't know what you were doing." Lizzie gave a tiny pout still biting down on her bottom lip. "Oh I'm sorry honey, would you like me to continue? I should've asked. I got a little out of hand." My brain shut off. It felt as though I was in a dream at this moment. My body reacted in some way I never knew I'd do. My hand pressed against Lizzie's as it was still under my bikini. "P-please. I'd like you to continue." I haven't stuttered in years like I was. I had speech therapy when I was small to better my speech. Sometimes it will slip here and there. "Good. Good girl..." With that, she leaned in. This time, I leaned with her. She tasted sweet, not sweet like the champagne. Tasted like vanilla and mint. Smelt strong like wood and floral. She was everything and more. Her other hand crept around my thigh, that part I felt vividly. Even under the water. It was heightened by 100. 
I felt so bare underneath Elizabeth, her warm complexion looked like she was wearing sunscreen with tiny gold flakes. Her brows were brushed and filled in, with light mascara. Nothing clumped on her like it would happen to me, I'd hide it with false lashes.        
 God, she's beautiful. She was warm and inviting, she made me feel very comfortable around her. 
"You're so beautiful Liz-..." I parted my lips against hers feeling her bottom lip graze mine. Her hand forcefully squished my breast warming my stiff nipple. Moving my nipple ring in circles. It frightened me; I have never had anyone touch me in that way. Yes, I was pierced so someone did touch me, but not in a sexual way. Not in the way Lizzie was. "Shhh..you're even more lovely Addy. You want me to touch you more?" Her body switched positions. Sitting directly on my lap leaving space between our bikini bottoms. I nodded pushing my head back to her lips. Her forehead met mine stopping me. "Use. Your. Words. Yes or no?" Her voice was stern and hot next to my ear. I nodded again breathing in shallowly. "Yes please..." My hands lay on her narrow shoulders caressing her collar bone. Lizzie unstuck her forehead to mine continued to press her lips onto mine dipping her tongue into my mouth again. She invaded my personal space, it wasn't like I didn't mind it. Lizzie can invade my space anytime. She was invading other places too, her hand was still laid on my thigh creeping up onto the flab where the string to my bottoms was. Her hand traced down the lining of my bottoms until she reached the middle below my belly button ring. Her nails dug into the cloth pushing down. 
Oh my god...I've always dreamt of this! God...Fuck!
I felt as though I jumped again, but in reality, my hips just bucked. She giggled unclenching her other hand from my boob pushing on my shoulder. "It's your first time, isn't it? I can tell. Your face is so red..and you're soaked-..fuck Addy..." Her middle finger dove deeper inside awaiting a reaction as she pulled out. My hands left her shoulders clutching her slim waist. She wasn't fat, her body was perfect. She was like the goddesses I'd read about in Greek books, and she was touching me. Just me. No one else around. Her thumb grazed my clit, pushing her middle finger back into my pussy. Lizzie laughed seeing my reaction. I tried to look away from Lizzie's face. Her forehead stuck to mine making my head lift. "Be a good girl Addy. I'll make you cum if you're good for me. Hm? Will you be a good girl for mommy?" I would have came right there. Mommy? Did she really say that? I never thought Lizzie was into that. I couldn't think much of it after her hand increased her speed into me. "Y-y-yes!" The warmth of the hot tub and Lizzie's breath hit me like I was going to suffocate. 
"Yes, what?" Her finger slowly slipped out of my folds too easily. My hips bucked, I was begging at this point. I didn't know what to say, does she want me to say it? I guess so. Maybe? "Yes, mommy..." Her lip curled to one side catching her teeth on her bottom lip. "Good. Good girl." Her fingers dove in deeper than before, I could feel myself clench around her middle finger. 
"Oh god...I'm gonna-oh!" Lizzie's other hand pressed my shoulder against the wall of the hot tub. It stung for a moment but I didn't mind for a second. "I know darling. I know. I feel it too." She pumped in and out of my pussy. I have never touched myself in such a way, I dreamt of her touching me. Just never thought it would escalate this quickly. "Oh, Addy. You look beautiful like this. Melting in the palm of my hand ready to cum. Go on then. Cum for mommy." 
There it was. 
I have came before, but not by another person. It felt a million times better when it was someone else doing it. To tell you the truth, I felt somewhat dirty. Like we've done something wrong. I'm over 18 and so is she. I liked her and I hoped she liked me as well. So why did I feel this way? Her hand left from underneath my bottoms leaving it empty. She was happy. So was I trying to catch my breath. 
"God you look so cute. You want more champagne?" 
"No. I'm...I'm...I think I hear my mom." I caught my breath lifting myself out of the water. Lizzie looked startled. "I didn't hear anything Ad." 
"Yeah, she's in the kitchen. I can see her in the window. I have to go. Um...thanks for the...drinks. See you later." I hopped out onto the cold grass. The grass wasn't cold, I was just in hot water. I felt like I was running, probably because I was. I slammed the fence door running into the back door. 
What the hell was I thinking? How could I? What if my mom saw us? Oh god! No! That was wrong on so many levels. I can't do it again! 
Lizzie was right. I did get some colour.
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Fucked Up
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
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Summary: Your boss has been having a tiring day at work. Luckily for her, you're there to give her exactly what she needs. [Requested]
Word count: 4.571 || Pronouns: not used 
Warnings: boss!Wanda, smut (18+ only!), power bottom!Wanda, strap on use, office sex, hair pulling
A/N: My intentions were to only come back with the stories when my semester was over, but I ended up having some free time today and when I checked Tumblr I saw we'd reached 4k followers! (Thank you all so much by the way) So, not to let this milestone go unnoticed, I decided to post a story I had saved in my drafts for a few weeks. Enjoy! 
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Wanda Maximoff walked briskly into her office today. 
Not the usual steps you had become accustomed to, the stiletto heels clicking rhythmically while she kept her chin up. No, today's were different. 
They were edgy, as if the shoes were about to pierce the floor and send her crashing to the floor below. It was the kind of walk that made the surrounding conversations slow down as all the employees watched her with curiosity and, especially, apprehension. 
Not looking at the door every time the redhead arrives has become something that - after endless failures - you have given up pretending not to do. So obviously you had already memorized every one of her details, every one of her movements. 
You deduced that the large sunglasses resting on the bridge of her nose were there to cover her face, perhaps disguise her countenance. Still, even from a few tables away, it wasn't hard to notice her lips hardened, her jaw clenched.
Wanda didn't just look irritated, she looked furious. Something must have happened and the sip you took from my water bottle did nothing to control your concern. 
By the way the redhead entered her office, slamming the door and then closing all the blinds that prevented the free view provided by the large glass windows, your suspicions are confirmed.
You didn't think twice before getting up, picking up a stack of papers stapled together that you had printed out earlier today. You sense a few stares following you as you walk, but honestly, you can't care much, your thoughts entirely focused on the redhead.
"Good morning, Ms. Maximoff, I have some reports I'd like to discuss with you." You lied as you closed the door, in an attempt to ensure that none of your colleagues suspected the interaction with the head of the department. 
Concern for the redhead was not something friendly and kind among co-workers. In fact, to be honest, you knew nothing about half the people who shared this floor with you. 
It all started a few months ago, amidst delayed paperwork and late nights at the office. 
Wanda took over her father's company a few years after he retired, when her twin brother decided that spending the family's money on travel and luxury items was much more worthwhile than sitting behind a desk and coordinating hundreds of people. 
You knew from day one that things would improve with the arrival of the redhead. 
Nothing against Pietro, really he's a nice guy, and despite his rebellious and carefree nature, he was a good boss. But there's something about his sister that made her exceptionally better. 
Maybe it's the way she always pushes her employees to be better - without ever overwhelming or mistreating them. Or it was the way she always knew the best decision to make, almost like an instinct. 
Whatever it was, it was impossible not to admire her as a person and as a boss, and you were certainly part of the long list that did. 
But it turned out that this admiration went beyond work ethic issues, and this is something you would never admit within the walls of this building. Well, not until what happened a few months ago. 
At that time, you had just moved to a better apartment closer to work. And moving processes are as chaotic as they can be. So to make up for your late deliveries of documents and reports, you used to stay late, a little after the official working hours. 
It was then that you realized how much time Wanda spent in the office. Seeing her arrive early, at the same time as the employees, was something that caused instant surprise, since Pietro usually arrived after lunch - that is, of course, when he showed up. 
But to see her being the last to leave, that surprised you even more. 
"A little late to be working, isn't it, Y/n?" She asked you at the time, and the question came accompanied by a little smile as she saw you jump startled. 
As you swiveled in your office chair to see her better, you thought about retorting in the same tone. But deciding that you weren't close enough for that kind of banter, you settled for a smile. 
"Yeah, I'm just finishing up checking some documents due today." You explained, glancing at the computer screen, whose light was already starting to hurt your eyes.
The redhead hummed in understanding as she leaned over to check the data on the computer, the clarity making her eyes even greener. But you obviously shouldn't be thinking about the color of your boss's eyes. Nor much less about how, just below them, her skin was peppered with freckles. 
So you looked away, pretending to brush the dust off the table with your fingers. Luckily for you, she soon straightened her posture, recovering the distance that had been between the two of you.  
"Well, if you help me with something, I'll let you hand this in tomorrow." The redhead then suggested, smiling a small smile, a mixture of politeness and sweetness that you couldn't help but wonder if she shared it with everyone else.
But then you silly questioning was cut short as you finally realized her question, frowning in curiosity. In response, Wanda nodded slightly, inviting you to follow her. Silently, you stood up.
"Victor gave me the allotment report for the week," she says as you walk together to her office, "but some of the numbers seem odd to me. I'll talk to him about it tomorrow, but I wanted a second opinion on it."
You nodded in agreement, not really knowing what to say. It is no secret that Doom is not the type to take his work seriously, which has already resulted in several problems. These, however, were solved by other people - including you, sometimes in the past - so the guy didn't mind too much as long as it didn't affect him directly. 
Still, Victor is your co-worker, and to bad-mouth any of them with your boss seemed a bit inappropriate. Appearing to notice your thoughts, the redhead smiled, but didn't comment further. 
This was not the first time you had been in Wanda's office, but neither time were you invited to join her on her side of the table. It's funny how things look friendlier from that angle than from the opposite side. 
The redhead has some family photos scattered around the table, some decorations next to jars with colored pens. On the woman's computer rest screen, there are two smiling children and, smiling too, you ask before you can contain yourself. "Are those your children?"
Wanda knits her eyebrows together briefly in confusion as she settles into her chair, but as soon as her gaze follows yours, she smiles easily. "Yes, they're my boys." She proudly explains, and you didn't even realize how your own smile widened. "Billy and Tommy. They're twins, you know? Just like me and Pietro."
"That's actually really cute-" your thoughts were lost as you looked at the redhead and, unlike just a moment ago, she was teary-eyed. Conflict danced inside you, wondering what to do or say. But before you had a chance to make up your mind, the woman spoke again. 
"I'm sorry." She asked amid a tearful laugh, wiping the corners of her eyes with her hands. "It's just... I'm going through a difficult time, my husband and I are getting divorced. But of course you already know that, gossip runs easily around here."
"I didn't know." You told, which was a lie. "Much." You added when she looked at you in disbelief, and something in your stomach did a flip when she let out a low chuckle, shaking her head in amused disapproval before sighing. 
"Yeah, not much to say." She comments with a shrug. "I spend a lot of time in the office and away from home. He found someone else to do what I wasn't doing." 
Despite the tone of acceptance, Wanda's look shows the pain of betrayal, and noticing it would make anyone's heart heavy. Now, it is very complicated to comfort your boss in such a delicate and personal matter, so of course you had no idea what to say at that time. 
Don't worry, Wanda, your husband is an asshole, you'll find someone better.
What a bastard son of a bitch! Do you want to go and slash his tires? I'll drive!
I'm sure this was the dumbest decision of his life, I have no doubt that very soon he will be back at your feet. 
All seemed to you to be valid options and fairly true. But still, she was your boss, and you were just the employee who was available to help her with some badly filled-out reports. None of those options were really appropriate. 
You only realized that you had spent a long time in silence when she brought her gaze to you, and panic was immediate. But before you could stammer out some nonsense to fill the space between the two of you, the redhead was speaking again. 
"Sorry to burden you with my problems, it's just that I signed the papers earlier today, I guess I'm a little emotional." Wanda says with an unconvincing chuckle, and for the first time you have a reaction in time for a response. 
"Don't worry about it," You assured her, "anyone would get emotional in a situation like this, it's understandable. You don't have to be the badass boss all the time." The last sentence made her genuinely laugh this time, which you appreciated, as this was exactly your intention. 
"Thank you." The redhead lets out softly, and it was there the first time you noticed how beautiful she is. 
Of course, you were not immune to the charms of Wanda Maximoff. Red hair perfectly falling over her shoulders covered by some new suit she had recently purchased that flattered her body even more than the previous one. A fierce, determined look in her eyes that made anyone walk the line. 
All this was very well appreciated by you. Perhaps - certainly - even more than you should appreciate. That inherent beauty of Miss Maximoff that had at least half the floor drooling when she walked by. 
But at that moment, just the two of you, in her office, when all the other people had already left the building. There it was as if you finally saw Wanda, just Wanda. With gentle eyes and sweet smile, with laughter that was not afraid to be loud. 
It was as if she was a whole new woman before your eyes and it was frightening the effect she had on you. 
Once again you realized the silence the both of you shared. You looking at her and her looking at you. Inappropriate. So you looked away. 
It didn't take long for the redhead to follow your movement, and so the two of you began to work on Victor Doom's poorly done report. Despite the very low quality of the document before your eyes, it doesn't even compare to other reports you have had to correct in the past, and this is what you try to keep in mind as you correct graph after graph. 
At first you thought it would be strange to work with Wanda by you side. A part of you - the part that is most anxious and that you have to live with every day - kept repeating that she would notice all your faults and fire you the next day. 
But it wasn't. Instead, it was very productive. To your surprise, the two of you thought very similarly, and it was curious to see how your ideas complemented each other. 
Still, amidst all the data to check and tables to correct, the conversation you had did not leave your mind. The crying eyes, the fragile voice, and the fact that her ex-husband had made her suffer like that. How could any person make a woman like Wanda suffer like that?
"He didn't deserve you." You widen your eyes as soon as the line passes your lips. Maybe you should have accepted the mug of coffee the redhead had offered you a few minutes ago, because your sleepy brain is clearly not helping you right now. 
Taking your eyes off the screen and bringing them to the woman next to you is easily one of the most difficult activities you have ever had to perform, so you did it in slow motion. When your gaze met hers, surprised and expectant, you sighed in surrender. You had already started, it was better to finish at once.
"You are an amazing woman, Wanda." You say. "And perhaps it is extremely inappropriate what I'm telling you now, but you are. You are kind and professional, and yes, maybe you spend too much time here, but you're just doing your job and you should be admired for it, not punished. And only a person with a tiny mind and scared of the success of the woman he has would do what he did to you. I would never-"
You bite my tongue to stop. That was too much already. It feels like if you stretch your hand in the air you'll feel the weight of the tension surrounding the two of you as Wanda's silence grows, digesting the words she had just heard. 
"You'd never what?" The redhead questions, her eyes fixed on yours with a mix of emotions that you can't identify, but they are expectant and somewhat challenging, compelling you to speak. 
"If I had the chance to share a life with a woman like you, I would never make you suffer." You answered, which was true. "I would make it a point to do everything in my power and out of it to make you happy. To deserve to be by your side. To-"
So, you would never have expected any of your speeches to be cut off by Wanda Maximoff's lips meeting yours, but oh well, the world is a little box of surprises.
Her mouth is soft, and feeling her sigh as you matched the kiss made something spring up at the base of your stomach. 
Moving your hands to her legs at that moment was instinctive, and maybe getting up and sitting on your lap was too, because the redhead does it with such ease that it seems to you that maybe she should've been there all along. 
It's no surprise to say that the report was completely forgotten by both of you after that. And even after all your clothes were thrown on the floor, you didn't stop kissing. 
And that's how whatever you had going on with your boss started. That was only the first time of many, but it never stopped being casual. It never stopped being a quick sex in her office. Or in the printer room when no one else was there, or in the bathroom, or... Anyway. It was casual, it was cool. 
Well, at least that's what you wanted to believe. Even if your heart beat differently sometimes, even if you missed her or wanted to share with her moments that were certainly not casual. 
But now was not the time for that, because you were back in the present, and you were face to face with a rather pissed off Wanda Maximoff, taking off her jacket and hanging it brutally on the coat rack in the corner of the room. 
"What about the reports?" She asks, looking at the papers in your hand with a hardened countenance, and you place the pile on the commode before she blasts them with her gaze. "Nothing, I just needed an excuse to come over here."
"Good, I don't need any more problems today." The redhead grumbles, huffing heavily, and your eyebrows frown in concern, swallowing dryly as you take a step forward. "What happened?"
"Stark called me." Wanda replies, turning on her computer, and the realization comes. Anthony Stark is one of the partners in the redhead's company. However, much unlike her, the man was a complete disservice to Stark Industries, all of his concern being devoted to drinking and partying. 
"Can you believe he's mad about the profit sharing? It's in the contract! That he signed!" The redhead continues to complain through clenched teeth, sighing heavily as she throws herself into her chair. "And now he's ruined my day."
"Well, the day just started, I'm sure we can do something to make it better." You comment gently, testing the waters and approaching the chair. You can almost see smoke coming out of the redhead's ears as she mumbles in disbelief.  
"How about a massage?" You suggest, already placing yourself behind Wanda's chair and bringing your hands to her shoulders. As soon as you put your fingers to work, the redhead lets out a contented moan, relaxing her body and murmuring a thank you that makes you smile.  
"I could cook you dinner later," You break the silence a little later, your heartbeats becoming more intense at the proposition of the two of you taking a step further, out of the confines of this office, "I don't know, maybe have a movie night after. To distract you."
"That's very sweet, honey, really." Wanda says as she stands up, the movement ceasing the rubbing, and you let your hands fall to the sides of your body as the redhead turns to you. Despite the small smile at the corner of her lips, irritation is still evident from her clenched jaw, and then you realize that maybe this isn't the best time for such suggestions.  
"But what will really distract me is you fucking me hard, yeah?" You don't know how you didn't choke on your own breath at the unexpected words, but still the shock must have been evident on your face, because the redhead smiles amused at your reaction, interlacing her fingers behind your neck. 
The woman does nothing, however, just looking at you expectantly, and only then do you realize that she is waiting for your consent. Instead of giving it verbally, you choose to pull her roughly around the waist, trapping her lips on yours in a hungry kiss. 
Wanda sighs in satisfaction, moaning affected as her fingers grip your hair tightly. But she needs much more from you than this, so the redhead shoves you against the chair, the wheels pushing you away from her a few inches due to her strength. 
"Take your pants off." The redhead commands, and you know better than to challenge Wanda Maximoff when she looks this angry. So, as the woman rummages through the last drawer of her desk, you get rid of your clothes at once, only your shirt protecting your body from the very well-cooled room by the AC. 
But it's not like you're going to feel cold at that moment, because the redhead's gaze descends on your figure hungrily before she throws the dildo in your lap with a smirk. It's very hard not to watch her take off her pants and panties, but you better have this toy ready for use when she's done, so you hurry to do so. 
As soon as Wanda, like you, is only in her button-down shirt, she straddles your lap, grabbing a handful of your hair and making you look at her. "Fuck me until I forget my own name."
This is certainly not a command you wouldn't want to follow, so you immediately line up the dildo at her entrance, and pull her around the waist with your free hand, burying the toy in her aching pussy. 
To suppress a loud moan, the redhead leans forward, biting your neck hard as her whole body shudders with the delicious intrusion. It wasn't hard to assume that the bite would leave a lasting mark, but you could feel her juices dripping onto your lap, so that was obviously the last of your worries. 
Although having her ride the fake cock was easily one of your favorite things, that position wasn't going to help much in accomplishing your goal of fucking her as hard as she would like. 
So, wrapping your arms around her middle, you lift both of you out of the chair, pushing some papers away so you could have her sitting on the wood, the sound of the items falling to the floor contesting your ears along with the sound of the strap shoving in and out of her. 
"I'm sure those papers were important." Wanda scolds in a teasing tone, her voice faltering in accordance with my movements, and a smirk travels to your lips. "You can keep me working a few extra hours after my shift to make up for it."
A smirk back is all the redhead was able to give you, as the next moment, you intensified your thrusts inside her, the dildo reaching that sweet spot inside her over and over again. 
The sound of skin slapping fills the air as Wanda tries to hold back her moans. And you'd like to say that you've gotten used to the feeling of having her, but you haven't. The truth is that every time the redhead offers you a little bit of her, you catch yourself craving more.
"Take off your blouse." You command, knowing you wouldn't be able to do it and keep up the relentless rhythm you knew she wanted inside her. The woman, who had her head thrown back and her back arched, brings her face forward, her eyebrow raised. 
"I'm the one who gives the orders around here." She recalls, holding you by the waist under your shirt and digging her nails into your skin, a silent scolding for your misbehavior. 
"Please." You add, trying to maintain what little composure you have left, and failing miserably as she purrs in thought, sliding her fingers up your skin, smiling as she feels you shudder under her touch. 
"Say that again." She demands, and only then do you realize that all the interaction has made you eventually slow down inside her, allowing her to take the upper hand. So instead of doing as she asked, you project my body forward, smirking as you watch her try and fail to suppress a moan. 
At the same instant, one of her hands slipped out of your shirt, flying up to your hair and gripping it tightly. "Behave." Wanda warns through clenched teeth, and all you're left with is a dry swallow. She would always have the upper hand.
"Take off your blouse. Please." You obey. 
"Fuck." The hand in your hair pulls you forward, bringing your mouth colliding with hers in a fervent kiss that is hard to keep up with as your head begins to spin. "I'll make you beg more often."
The teasing comment is almost comical, of course she would be able to make you do whatever she wanted you to do. But instead of laughing, your mouth salivates as the redhead moves her hands away from you to take them to her blouse, unbuttoning it all the way down. 
As you wait, you return the intense thrusts inside Wanda, who needs to bite her lower lip in a poorly effective attempt to contain her moans, watching you fuck her with lustful eyes. 
When the redhead's blouse finally falls to the table, your body begs you to touch every bit of newly exposed skin, so you project your body forward, kissing all the way down Wanda's torso as you leave your hands on her waist to maintain your movements. 
As soon as your lips meet the redhead's nipple, you feel the whimper bubble up in her chest, her hand in your hair encouraging you to keep going, dividing your attention equally between her two breasts.
It doesn't take long for the soft skin to stiffen under your tongue's touch, and it takes only a little longer for Wanda's body to start spasming as her orgasm explodes throughout her entire body. 
You wouldn't stop until she told you to, however, so you maintain your thrusts, guiding her through her high until she can't take it anymore. A few minutes later, her trembling hand rests on your abdomen, urging you to pull away. 
You obey. However, as soon as the strap slides off her, your hands on her waist turn her around, leaving her on her back to you, her ass pressed against your lap. "Y/n-"
The confused cry is interrupted by the toy sliding back inside her, the redhead choking on her breath. The movements are slow this time, pushing gently through her overstimulation. It's your turn to hold her by the hair, pulling her close and listening to her whimper when her face is close enough.
"You wanted me to fuck you until you forgot your name, didn't you?" You recall in a false tone of innocence, peppering her shoulder with small kisses. "I'm just doing as I was told."
Wanda moans, closing her eyes to enjoy the delicious mixed sensation of pleasure and pain. Releasing her hair, you move the hand that was in her locks to the front of her body, your other remaining firmly on her waist. 
The redhead chokes a second time when your fingers find her swollen clit, pressing gently. Instinctively, Wanda projects her body backwards, pressing her ass even harder against the strap-on and in a silent plea for more. And of course you would not object to giving her exactly what she wants. 
You increase the pace of your thrusts slowly as you draw light circles against her clit, smiling as you watch her shudder under your touch. The redhead props her elbows on the table, overwhelmed by the sensation of the strap filling her throbbing pussy. 
The knot between your own legs grows larger by the minute, but you try to maintain your coordination as best you can, intensifying the speed further and further. 
It doesn't take long before Wanda's second orgasm takes over again, and the redhead needs to cover her mouth with her own hand to keep herself from screaming. The strap-on pressed against your intimacy and the scene before your eyes are more than enough for the heat at the pit of your stomach to explode, warming your entire body as you maintain your movements to guide the both of you through your highs. 
When neither of you can take any more, you slide the toy off the redhead, hearing her whimper one last time before letting out a contented breath. With your hands on her waist, you spin her around again so that she looks at you, and the smile on her lips makes one of your own to grow. 
"Thank you." Wanda says breathlessly, pulling you by the collar of your shirt to kiss you sloppily, her smile against your lips making your stomach flutter with butterflies.
As she hugs you, pulling you closer with muscles much more relaxed than they were earlier that morning, you wonder if someday whatever you have will ever leave the confines of this building. If someday she will accept your invitation to dinner, or to the movies, or to any other date you invite her to. 
But for now, you repeat to yourself that this is enough. And, hugging her back, you allow yourself to relax as well.  
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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ
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