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dowhatisaynotwhatido · 1 year

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1. LA- Lizzie Who?

Paring: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Description: The one where you meet a known stranger.

This is part of a series, initially meant to have 3 chapters

Part 1 (this) | Part 2 | Part 3| Part 4

Warnings: just comfort in this first part. Smut Part 2 and 3 - read warnings in each of them.

Word counter: 1.8k

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Credits: this series directly cites the blog and works of themidnightcrimson. A shout out to her writing skills and damn good fics. The links to her work will be on the fic itself, but also here:

- themidnightcrimson blog | masterlist | innocence (+18) | mommy (+18) | strapwarming (+18)

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"Hello, princess" - a drunk guy slurred pulling a red haired woman's arm. He was a pretty young man in his early thirties, probably 2 or 3 beers too many. She? She was beyond gorgeous. Her red hair was tucked in her coat, her feature framed but a oversized scarf and sunglasses - although the light was already dim. You were strolling down the street and noticed the woman when she got out of a grocery store a few blocks before. You swear you had seen her before, but you couldn't quite place it.

"Just don't, please " - The woman huffed leaving his hold

"Come on, sweetie. Let me buy you a drink" he grabbed her arm harshly and she flitched

"If you want to keep your arm, I suggest you take your hands off" You said with a dry tone looking straight into the guys eyes. You weren't big, strong or had any kind of super power. You were just a little too familiarized with drunk heterosexual guys and knew how to speak firmly and make them retract into their cochroach lair.

"Há! Just mind your damn business, dyke" he spat

You exhaled. It didn't matter where in the world you were, there was always a new pejorative "lesbo" world for you to get to know.

"I warned you once." You rasped strolling down at him with a stern look. Yes, it was an act. You had no idea how to react if he didn't step out. But they always did -in the end, they are a bunch of cowards in a pretty skin.

"Uou, no need to get all Mad-max! Jesus. I just wanted to have some fun" He said throwing his hands up in the hair and retracting towards the bar.

"Thank you" She said shyly. She was caressing her forearm and you could see the fair skin there marked by a red hand-sized bruise.

"We got to stick together, right?" You gave her a small smile and pointed forward."My hotel is a few blocks down. Care to walk together?"

She took a sharp breath and looked into your eyes like she was searching for something. You again had the feeling she was familiar to you in some way you could not pin down. Now upfront you could she her dark green eyes and her fair lines with some freckles across her nose highlighted by her lightly flushed cheek. Her voice was sweet, and you could imagine how her giggle would sound.

"Sorry. I was just suggesting to avoid weirdos like that. I could use the company" You smiled softly and added "but is ok. Have a good night". You nodded your head and started to walk pass her just stopping when you felt a light touch in you arm

"Sorry. I was just startled. I am not use to... well.. people being nice" She smiled and shrugged it off " I would like the company, tho"

You chuckled and started walking "No worries. I can walk you closer to your place if you want to. Is not like I have something else to do."

"I actually live in the next block down the Ritz. I believe that is where you are staying?"

"Yep. That whole luxurious and extra pillow-y hotel. Can you believe they had 5 pillows for me? I am one person!! What can one do with FIVE pillows?" She laughed softly at your joke and you wouldn't mind to hear that sound everyday

"Actually, I am a pillow person. I need at least 3 to sleep peacefully." She said with a smile

You looked at her with a mock shock face

"I didn't see that coming... But that is my fault.. you do live in the nicest area of LA. I should have known you would sleep with 25 pillows on your king size bed with silk sheets matching you silk PJ and you little dog called Pierre" you joked

She laughed hard at it, tears coming from her eyes as she slapped your arm playfully "Ouch!" you teased as she kept clamping her belly over laughing at your joke

" I am sorry. People don't usually roast me like that!" She cleared a single tear out of her eye and looked at you with a wide smile " and my dogs name is Pheobe. She is a lady"

You stopped in front of your hotel. It was only 7 o'clock and you were stuck in that fancy hotel for at least 24 more hours after your airplane company canceled your flight due to over booking. You were not expecting to stay a few more days in LA after 5 days of boring speeches and farmaceutical propaganda, but you couldn't be annoyed by the delay now that you were looking at her.

"So.." / "Could you.."

You interrupted each other and chuckled. "Go ahead" you said

"Ahm. I was wondering if I could call you up in that offer? To escort me home, I mean" She blured out fidgeting with her coats button

"Of course" You said a little too excitedly for just a few meters more of her company "Please, guide us" you smiled at her and noticed her reddening cheeks.

You were not the best in knowing when a woman was a lesbian, or even when you knew they were, you could never tell when they were flirting of just being polite. But you were absolutely certain that she was a very much straight woman. A very much gorgeous and sexy straight woman? Yes. But straight nonetheless. No way she was flirting.

"What is you name?" She asked simply walking slowly besides you

"Y/N. And yours?" She blushed and looked down the street hiding her face from you

"I am... I am Lizzie" She smiled "What are you doing in town?"

"I was at a conference" You noticed the street got a lot cozier than the bar and party of a few blocks down. It was filled with high-end new buildings with a very expensive look. "Let me guess.... you work with finance" She spitted a high laugh and chuckled

"You have no idea, do you?" She looked at your eyes again as if searching for something and you just nodded back

"Hey. Finance is always a good guess when meeting silk-pillowed-rich people" you smiled

"Sure" She was looking at you with amusement eyes. Her small smile kept and she felt so comfortable talking to you.. Unbeknownst to you, it had neen a while since she got that comfortable with anyone. As a recent divorced woman, all her friends stuck in their own lives or lost to you former partner, she couldn't shale the loneliness away - until now.

"So, Y/N. Would you like a glass of wine?"

You smiled and nodded.

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"THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT A DOG!" You chuckled getting the tiny-little-smallest dog you have ever seen "I had a hamster bigger than that!" You joked taking Pheobe up and meeting a sample sized poodle.

"Don't talk like that in front of her!" Lizzie joked petting Pheobe in your arms with a silly voice "she is a lady! A very fluffy doggy lady, isn't she?"

You smirked "Lady Pheobe.. I will not comment on that"

"And you shouldn't" She smiled crossing the sizable living room towards where you suppose the kitchen is and yelling back at you "let her down and come here"

"Yes, ma'am" you said meeting her in the kitchen.

"Red or Rose?" She showed you two bottles from behind the kitchen island

"I am not gonna pretend to know my wine, Ms. Lizzie" you smirked sitting on the bench in the other side "Better rose, red has a little more effect on me than it should"

"What do you mean by that?" She asked tilting her head with a condescending smile that told you she knew exactly what you meant.

"Exactly what you are thinking" you two chuckled "now come on, do you usually leave your guest thirsty like that?" You moked lifting an eyebrow

She grinned widely and nodded her head opening the red wine "For that sassyness, I am going to pour you red"

You spent the first bottle laughing and joking about small day to day subject. About how you didn't know what to do if Mr. Excalibur (that was his name now) didn't stand down, how your conference looked like a fashion show and you were now in the last few drops of the first bottle, with you trying to guess what she did for a living

"Come on! Tell me!!" You begged

"No! I like that you don't know" She said hiding a smile behind the rim of her glass

"Christ! Am I stupid or something? I feel like I am..... OH WAIT!" You started connecting the dots. The way she seemed evasive when you first met. The fact she wore a sunglass when the day was already dimmed, the way she avoided eye contact with you or Mr. Excalibur... how she thought twice before saying her name... "HOLY FUCK! YOU ARE FAMOUS!" You opened your mouth in true shock...

"Famous is not a profession, Y/N. You still have to guess" She rolled her eyes pouting. She had enjoyed while you didn't know who she was. It made her feel normal and it made you trustworthy - you weren't spending time with her just because she was famous, but because you liked her.

"Writer?"

"No"

"Artist? like, painter or something?"

"No"

"You don't look like a high end athlete..."

"I could be an athlete!!" She joked flexing her arm both of you chuckling "Just give up!"

" Never..." you took the last swing at you glass and walked until you standed right in front of her. "Stay still"

You were just joking at first, getting close to her and analyzing every single inch of her face. You placed a strand behind her ear and took her reading glasses off. And then there she was. As clear as day. - Elizabeth Olsen. Your celebrity crush. The one you wrote about. You read about. The one you did-way-more-than-that about... How could you miss this? She was shorter than you imagined. Her dark brown hair was red this evening - she was shooting another Marvel movie, so that makes sense -, she had no make up on, so you could see her freckles... but no, you should have known.

She exhaled taking you of your trance.

"You figured it out, didn't you?" She pouts

"Yes. I did, Ms. Olsen. " you took a step back and sat in your bench with an embarrassed grin "And you owe me a rose wine"

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#lizzie x y/n #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x female reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen x y/n #lizzie olsen #wanda maximoff

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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE!!

I would like to start off by congratulating you all, congratulations you made it through this shitty year! And what better way to start off the new year than with some blog recommendations! Enjoy your reading lovelies!

@daddynattt - seriously one of the nicest people I’ve ever met and has amazing stories. If you like Natasha and you like g!p or just amazing stories in general, go check her fics out! She creates the hottest, saddest, sweetest fics all in one, it’s amazing how good of a writer she truly is!

@cthulhus-curse and @cthulhus-library - if you want to read some amazing fics or even just share some of your ideas, their blog is perfect! They post out fics pretty often and they’re all absolutely outstanding! They have different varieties like g!p, ABO, bottom!reader, bottom!characters, mommy/daddy characters and or reader, character x character, and more.

@sapphickorro - Once again, the fics are amazing! If you want some good smut or fluff with your favorite women, their account is a go to. Everything she posts is just *chefs kiss*

@yelenasdiary - Fics? Beautiful, outstanding, amazing. They write such incredible fics for awesome characters and just everything they post is once again, *chefs kiss*

@dirtyvulture - If you like variety, go check out their work. They have everything from g!p reader, g!p Nat, beefy!reader, beefy!Nat, angst, fluff, smut, they have everything. They post often and I believe their requests are open as well, if not you still can enjoy some amazing stories and ideas that they post!

@sevikasleftpussyflap - First of all, the name? AMAZING! And if you like Arcane they are a great person to follow. Their Sevika stories are so good and smutty. They post pretty often and also give small little blurbs occasionally.

@gayerthanevertbh - Everything she writes is just fabulous. She has many different series that you can read as well. And if you enjoy angst and hot smut, go check out her work. She also often takes many anon ideas and shares her own ideas of Natasha with everyone.

@agathashcrkness - They’re one of the people who actually encouraged me to start writing. They’re stories are amazing and they give the best Agatha thoughts and fics. If you want some good Agatha appreciation, definitely go to them. They also write for other characters like Nat and still makes hot, amazing, juicy stories that anyone will love.

@wandasdolly - just- amazing. Absolutely incredible how well they write. As you can probably tell from the name, they write for Wanda, and they write her well. If you want some good blurbs for that goddess of a woman, you have to read their work and give them a follow.

@wandasbunny - they haven’t posted in a bit but their work is amazing nonetheless. Once again they mainly write for Wanda but every blurb or fic they make is just fabulous and definitely worth the read.

@90smaximoff - their stories are just so hot! Everything they write is beautifully written and often longer than other fics out there. If you like angst, smut, or fluff, definitely go give their stories a read.

@kitesxromanova - Once again, absolutely stunning work. All their fics are well written and amazing. If you love Nat then you should definitely give their fics a look.

@wndaswife - perfect blog for my Wanda lovers out there. They post everything from mommy!wanda, Dom!wanda, Dom!reader, smut, angst, fluff, etc. They post often and even shares some of their own thoughts often. If you love good stories, check them out right now!

@mrsyelena - Just, beautiful. Amazing fics and amazing thoughts on characters. If you like marvel woman and are in need of good stories for them, just go check them out. Trust me now, thank me later.

@mostlymarvelsstuff - amazing, especially their Nat content. If you like Scarlett and Natasha their blog is definitely worth checking. Their stories are well written and very interesting to read, trust. Me.

@themidnightcrimson - just, I can’t even put into words how amazing their fics are. If you love Elizabeth Olsen and Wanda Maximoff you NEED to check out their blog right this minute. I went through every story they have ever written and let me tell you, I loved each and every one and I know you will too.

@natashaismylove - Amazing g!p and non g!p stories. They post for many characters and each fic is amazing. The smut is just out of this world. And if you like a variety of top!reader, g!p!reader, g!p characters and more you definitely should give their stories a read.

@tahliafox - Their representation on mommy!Nat is just out of this world. If you love soft and sweet smut you need to check them out right this minute. They occasionally give some of their own ideas for little blurbs as well, my personal favorite is innocent!g!p Nat.

@urmomisunderme - The stories are just amazing and definitely should be read. If underrated but talented had a definition, their work would pop up.

@once-upon-a-thigh - started reading their fics after the nerd!Nat story and instantly fell in love with their blog. If you want some good Nat fics you should definitely read theirs, I couldn’t stop picking them back up and rereading them over and over again.

There are many other amazing blogs out there that I may have not mentioned but trust me, that does not mean your blog is bad! I love all the fics people release and appreciate it all. Please give these accounts some love as they deserve all the followers in the world. Happy New Years once again!

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softlymaximoff · 10 months

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Forest Witch 🌿🍇

Thenks @themidnightcrimson for a few pics 🥹

#moodboards!#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #scarlet witch #domestic!cottage!Wanda

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themidnightcrimson · 2 years

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Hayloft. | w. maximoff

summary: in which nat takes you to her friend wanda’s farm where you find that a hayloft makes a great place for company.

warnings: top!wanda, strap-on (r receiving), bondage, choking

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

masterlist.

It was only for a few days, you kept telling yourself. Natasha's words rung in your ears as she drove the car down a narrow dirt road. It was blistering hot and deathly dry out in the country, which caused a curtain of dust to billow up around the car that was bumping over the many potholes and stray rocks.

"She's an old friend, and I told her I would come visit her once I came back home," Natasha said, sitting up and looking over the steering wheel to avoid any potholes. The tires of the car went right over one anyways, and she pursed her lips in frustration.

"An old friend, huh?" you echoed, looking over at the redhead and raising your eyebrows suggestively.

Nat glanced over at you before rolling her eyes. "She may go that way, but I don't."

"Your college days beg to differ," you argued, referencing the many times that Nat, who was your roommate and your first friend in college, would be found making out with girls at frat parties.

"Give me a break," she scoffed, leaning back in her seat and giving up on trying to navigate the bumpy road that her sports car could barely make down. "Wanda was my best friend in high school. We were practically sisters."

"I don't think being related would make much of a difference down here," you muttered, turning to look out the window at the large mountains. You knew Nat was from a small town, but this ranch was located thirty miles outside of that down, deep in the Wundagore Mountains where there was nothing but fields and hills and cattle. You'd passed maybe one vehicle since turning off the highway and onto this blasted dirt road, and it was a dirty old pickup truck with a dirty old man who looked like he didn't know his left from his right.

You were officially out in the sticks, in the boonies, the boondocks, the absolute fuck-all middle of nowhere. As you glanced down to your phone, you realized that you had no service. You groaned and threw your head against the seat. "And remind me, dear Natasha, exactly why I had to come out here with you?"

Nat sighed, pursing her lips as she always did when she found something hard to say. "I don't want you to be alone." Her eyes glanced to you, filled with that knowing look of hers.

You quickly glanced away to stare through the window again. It was true, after all. You were a fresh graduate of college, and you had nowhere to go. Nat offered you to accompany her on her visit home so you wouldn't be alone as you figured out what it was you were going to do with your life. The option was to either stay at Nat's where her younger sister, Yelena, practically verbally abused you, or to go with Nat to visit her friend Wanda, who clearly wanted to be sure that no one would ever know she was alive.

"Did she always live all the way out here?" you questioned, glancing to a distant hill where you could see a little ranch nestled at the top. Somehow, you knew that was where you were going.

"No, she used to live in town. Her parents died when she was young, and she was fostered by a couple families around town until she turned 18. She had a twin, too. But then after he..." Nat trailed, clicking her tongue. "We had just graduated high school when Pietro died. I chose to go to college, and Wanda chose to isolate herself forever." Nat sighed, shaking her head. "I begged her to come with me, but Wanda was always a very stubborn individual."

"Wonder where she got that from," you drawled, rolling your eyes to Natasha who only punched your arm.

You knew you were right about the distant farm being the one you were headed to when Nat turned into its long, even bumpier dirt driveway. She could barely see where she was going as dust flew around the car, and you squinted to make sight of something through the dust. Suddenly, through a clearing in the dust, you saw something that at first startled you.

A tall figure stood way out in the field around what looked like crops. They were standing so still at first you thought it was a scarecrow, but as the dust cleared you made them out more clearly.

It was a woman standing in the row of a crop field. The silhouette of her black cowboy hat moved as she raised her head upon hearing the sound of the car, and somehow you felt her eyes connect with yours even from so far away. She was wearing a white tank top which was clearly dirty along with some dirty jeans, her toned and tan arms flexing as she reached up to take the hat off by its top, her other arm holding a rake. You could see redness on the tops of her shoulders, undoubtedly blistered from the bright sun shining down on her. Sweat glistened off her chest as she wiped sweat from her forehead, finally lowering her arm to reveal dirty blonde hair that sat right above her shoulders, swooped back from being under her hat.

Wanda stuck the rake in the ground on front of her, crossing her wrists over one another on the handle of the rake and leaning on it. She squinted in the sun, and you noticed a smile on her face as she realized it was Nat's car.

Your heart fluttered in your chest. Nat hadn't told you that her friend was shockingly hot, even with her simple dirty tank top and jeans. You'd never cared for the country style, being someone from a big city, but something about the way her large belt buckle shone in the sun made your lungs stop working properly.

Wanda tossed the rake upwards and caught it, placing the hat back over her head as she began walking towards the car as Nat pulled it to the front of a quaint little farmhouse with a wraparound porch. Windchimes hanging from the porch chirped as a soft breeze blew through them, a tiny windmill sitting on top of the house whirring in a circle. A few trees, admittedly beautiful, offered shade over the house, and you noticed a large barn and a few other little shacks behind it. What caught your eye the most was a chicken walking on the front porch.

"Nat, please for the love of God get me out of here," you gasped, already panicking and feeling shut out from the world. "I'd rather have Yelena practice karate on me than be here with fucking chickens! Look! There's a fucking chicken on the porch!"

"Y/n, y/n, calm down," Nat said as she turned the car off and turned to you. "It's just for a few days, and I promise you that Yelena would end up killing you if you stayed alone with her. Would you rather be dead?"

Your eyes slid to the chicken again before back to Nat. "Yes."

Nat rolled her eyes and sighed. "Please, y/n, stop being so judgmental. I know we're in backwards country, but Wanda isn't like that."

You turned to watched the woman who was nearing the car, swinging the rake in her hands while her boots kicked at the dirt. "Are you sure about that?"

Nat rolled her eyes. "One day. Just give it one day, and you if you feel like you're going out of your ever-loving mind after one day, I'll drive you back to my place myself. Alright?"

You stared hard at her, and you could see that she really wanted you to stay. Maybe she was nervous to see her friend again after so many years, and she needed you as much as you needed her.

You sighed in defeat, and Nat grinned. As she unbuckled her seatbelt, you did the same while remarking, "She doesn't have guns, does she?"

Nat hesitated, looking thoughtful for a moment before shrugging and quickly opening the door before you would demand that she tell you. You opened your mouth to do just that, but she was already slamming the door shut.

"Nat!" Wanda exclaimed, jogging towards the car as Nat circled it. You watched her laugh as Nat grabbed her in a tight hug, Wanda setting the rake down on the ground. Her cowboy hat tipped upwards as Nat hugged her, and she patted the redhead's back, obviously happy to see her but still not very affectionate.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly stepped out of the car, immediately seeing Wanda's eyes dart to you. Even under the shade of her hat, they were bright green, and they looked just as puzzled to see you as you were puzzled about her. You awkwardly stood there as Wanda let go of Nat and looked you up and down as if you were an alien.

"Who's this, Nat?" Wanda asked. She didn't have a hick accent like you'd expected her to, but rather a soothingly deep voice with just an edge of a twang laced in her words. It was shockingly elegant.

Nat turned to you with a sheepish smile. "Oh, this is y/n. We met my first year at the college and have been roommates ever since."

Wanda continued to size you up and down, as if she couldn't figure out what species you were. You were about to notify her that you were, in fact, human, until Nat quickly began explaining why she had brought a total stranger to her farm.

"She doesn't really... I mean, she's staying with me," Nat explained in the best way she could without making you seem like a pity case. "And you know how Yelena is, so I thought it best if y/n came with me... here." Wanda looked at Nat wordlessly, which urged Nat to keep rambling. "If that's not okay with you, I can totally just drive her back—“

Wanda waved her hand in the air to shush Nat. "No, it's fine, Nat. A friend of yours is a friend of mine." She gave a tight smile as she glanced back to you, obviously feeling uncomfortable by your presence. There was a glint in her squinted green eyes that made a chill run down your spine. You felt like a deer in headlights, completely frozen under her stare until she said, "Is she mute?"

Your cheeks brightened in embarrassment, but you somehow still could not find the formation of any syllables. Nat furrowed her brows at you. "Not that I remember."

"Sorry," you blurted, "I'm just a little... overheated," you said bashfully, wiping the sweat that had accumulated on your forehead from something other than the sun. "It's, uh, nice to meet you."

Wanda placed her hands in her pockets, eyeing you from under her hat. "Where ya from?"

"A long ways from here," you responded with a nervous laughter that was cut off when the chicken that had been on the porch was suddenly walking right in front of you. You gasped in surprised and jumped backwards away from the bird.

Nat tried to hold her laughter, and while Wanda found some amusement in her reaction, she had already sniffed out the city in you. "Ain't never seen a chicken before?" she lulled, hooking her thumbs through the belt loops of her jeans and tilting her head at you.

"Only in nugget form," Nat answered for you, brushing past you and giving you a discreet pinch on the arm to tell you to stop being so weird. She went to the trunk of the car and popped it open, and Wanda followed after her, eyeing you with much more disdain now that Nat wasn't looking. Her look was borderline offensive, and you didn't know whether to feel upset that she obviously didn't like you already, or angry that she was judging you so quickly when you felt you should be the one judging her.

Nat pulled her suitcase out of the trunk, and you went to take yours out, too, but Wanda pulled it out before you could. "Wouldn't want you to break a nail," she remarked with a smirk that immediately imbued you with agitation.

Using one muscular arm to easily hold your rather large and overfull suitcase, she used her other arm to slam the trunk closed. Nat just smirked at you as she and Wanda began lugging the cases towards the house. "Better get used to her humor, y/n. Wanda's heartless, but she means well."

Wanda gave you a smoldering gaze, her jaw clenching. You could see the shadow of dirt across her cheek, probably from working outside, and there was a general sense of grime to her appearance. Nonetheless, there was something helplessly attractive about the way she carried your suitcase up the porch steps and through the screen door of the farmhouse.

You stayed put beside the car, eyeing the little house that seemed to creak simply under the weight of the gentle breeze. You didn't want to go in, but there was something pulling you after Wanda. Your strange sense of existential crisis was startled by the chicken who suddenly fluttered right at your feet. You gasped and jumped away, hightailing it up the porch steps. You turned before entering the door to point at the chicken and mumble, "Stay the fuck away from me." The chicken blinked and cocked its head at you dumbly.

Wanda's little farmhouse offered only two bedrooms and a tiny bathroom, so it looked like you were going to have to share a bed with Nat. It wouldn't be the first time you were sharing a bed, given that you had been roommates for years and sometimes, on hard nights, you'd wake up with Nat sprawled across your mattress from having snuck in there in the night. Your biggest issue with it was how much Nat moved in her sleep. You still had a scar on your arm from her pushing you right off the bed in her sleep, resulting in you on the floor and your arm scratched from the edge of the nightstand.

By the time you had taken a nap, with Nat sprawled over you, and gotten rather settled into your little room, Wanda had cooked up dinner for the three of you. You followed Nat into the kitchen where a tiny round, beaten-up, wooden table with three mismatching chairs sat around it. Wanda was putting the food on the table, still in the pots and pans it was cooked in. She was serving cube steak with mashed potatoes, greens, cornbread, and some strange fried things that you couldn't make out.

Wanda looked much cleaner now, obviously having taken a shower, and her hair was still slightly wet. She wore a black t-shirt tucked into a nicer pair of jeans, but she still had those dirty boots on. A silvery cross necklace sat on her chest, but you had a feeling it was sacrilegious.

"God, I have missed your cooking," Nat exclaimed as she quickly sat down at the table, grabbing a plate and slopping a big spoonful of potatoes onto it. Wanda chuckled as she sat down, finally taking off her hat and setting it on the floor beside her chair.

"Sweet tea?" Wanda offered Nat, who nodded eagerly, before pouring the iced sweet tea from the pitcher into Nat's glass. She glanced to you and paused, raising the pitcher up slightly in offerance.

"No, thanks," you murmured with a tight smile, still off-put from earlier. You took your plate and filled it with the food that admittedly looked really good, but when you got to the fried things, you had to ask, "What is that?"

Already halfway through her cornbread, Nat glanced to what you were pointing. "Fried green tomatoes," she answered through her mouth full.

"There's such thing as green tomatoes?" you questioned, and a wave of silence dropped over the table. You looked between the two who both were staring blankly at you, but when they slowly looked towards each other, they suddenly burst out laughing as soon as their eyes met. "What?!" you exclaimed.

"Nothing," Nat laughed, taking a sip of her tea to keep from choking on her food.

As much as you wanted to join in on their laughter, you felt like you were being made fun of, which was a feeling you hated. Your face burned red, and you suddenly lost your appetite.

"You weren't kidding when you said you're from a long ways from here," Wanda mentioned as she sighed from all her laughter.

Something inside you ticked. Your face got red all over, from both the humidity in the house and from Wanda's indiscreet mockery of you to which Nat kept playing along without defending you. Was that why she brought you here? Comical relief? To be the butt of all their jokes?

"You're right," you snapped, taking your glass of water and bringing it to your lips. "Where I'm from people actually know how to read and write," you said before taking a sip of your water. Through the glass you watched Wanda's lucid green eyes meet yours. You swallowed and continued, "And they don't wear cowboy hats or live in the middle of the fucking mountains, and they also don't have fucking chickens walking around their front yard!"

With that, you scooted up from your chair, letting the rickety old thing fall right over onto the floor before you stormed away to you and Nat's tiny little room. Slamming the door shut behind you, you plopped onto the bed and buried your face in your hands.

You were surprised when Nat came rushing after you. You'd assumed she would stay in there with Wanda and continue making fun of you when you weren't even present.

"Y/n," she sighed, closing the door and coming to sit down next to you on the tiny bed that creaked and dipped way too low under your weights. "I shouldn't have brought you here."

"No shit," you snapped, rubbing circles into your forehead.

"Wanda doesn't work well with other people. She's very... territorial, and I should have asked her if it was okay that I bring you with me," Nat breathed, rubbing her hands together.

"Sorry for being such a burden," you murmured, and the emotion in your own words made tears well in your eyes.

Nat immediately looked to you with wide eyes. "Don't say that. Don't say that, y/n." She hooked her arm around you and pulled you closer to her. "You've never been a burden, and you never will be," she spoke into your hair as you wrapped your arms around her torso. She knew what had happened with your parents, and she knew how sensitive you were feeling these days, especially about matters like this one.

Even Wanda, who stood outside the door overhearing the interaction, felt a pang of guilt in her chest. She hadn't meant to be rude to you, but she wasn't fond of new people. Every new person in her life always went out in tragedy, and the last thing she needed was tragedy. That was why she isolated herself out in Wundagore and never went into town and never talked to another soul. She wanted to be alone. She needed to be alone. But something about you made her want someone like you around, and the realization of that made her feel deeply lonely for the first time in years. You were pretty, and sexy, and what little glimpse she got of your smile, it was to die for. It was only Wanda's instinct to push away those she wanted near, but maybe she had gone too far.

You were close to strangling Natasha by the time night came. She was even more active and clingy that night, constantly rolling over on you and slapping her hand over your face. You kept having to push her off, and push every single blanket off due to how unbearably hot it was in the house. There was no central air conditioning, apparently. There was only the squeaky little ceiling fan that was too obnoxiously loud for you to sleep anyway.

You had even stripped your pajama shorts and wore only a t-shirt and underwear, but it wasn't enough. The back of your hair was becoming matted with sweat, and you desperately needed to flee the bed before you kicked Nat right onto the ground out of spite.

Jumping up, you waltzed out of the little room and through the house, needed some fresh air in your lungs. By the time you made it onto the porch, you grabbed the railing and leaned over it, gasping as if you had been holding your breath. Somehow, it was a little calming outside. There was a cool breeze, the sound of crickets and cicadas chirping nocturnally, and other than that, complete silence. Maybe there was a reason people wanted houses out in the middle of nowhere, albeit much nicer than this shack and minus the chickens. The city could be overwhelming and suffocating, admittedly.

As you listened to the quiet, you heard something tapping from behind the house. All the scary movies that took place in the woods started coming back to you, and you slowly lined the railing of the porch to the very edge where you peered over to look behind the house. In the dark, you couldn't make out anything at first, until a strange dark blob came rolling down the hill behind the house. You squinted, and as the figure came into the moonlight, you realized it was Wanda sitting atop a beautiful, black horse. The horse's coat was glossy under the light of the moon which also shone down over Wanda's hat and the side of her jaw. She noticed you immediately, slowing the horse down and trotting leisurely towards the stables.

Why was she out there in the middle of the night on a horse? Where had she gone? When did she even leave?

You couldn't help but let curiosity get the best of you when Wanda put the horse up in the stables and started walking towards you, holding a long rope and tying it in a loop around her hand.

"Going riding at night clears my head,” she explained upfront. “Is somethin' wrong?" she asked you as she came closer to the porch, her accent coming out stronger. Something about it made you stiffen.

She was so cool and collected, waltzing up in her jeans and tucked-in black shirt with her black hat low over her eyes, a jean jacket resting over her lean shoulders. You had previously thought the look she'd been giving you the whole trip was one of malice or judgement, but there was something else in those emeralds. Something you couldn't quite put your finger on, but it made your brain buffer.

"Um, no," you finally answered as she started walking around the side of the porch towards the front steps. As she did, you watched her eyes lower and slip to the side, catching sight of your bare thighs and legs through the railing. You had forgotten that you were not wearing pants, and you felt sheepishly exposed. When she looked away to walk up the steps, you tugged the shirt down as low as it could possibly go.

Wanda looked down to the rope in her hand as she slowly walked towards you, her boots hitting the wooden porch in heavy footsteps as the end of the rope trailed up the steps behind her. You grew uneasy at first as she came weirdly close to you, but she moved to lean against the railing, crossing one pointed-toe boot over the other as she continued tying the rope up in a circle.

You leaned against the wall of the house right across from her, crossing your legs like hers. She glanced up at you from under her hat for a fleeting moment before her eyes fell again.

"I didn't mean to make you upset today," she muttered, undoing a bit of the rope before tying it back up again. You watched the way her strong, veiny hands moved. "I s'pose I'm just not good with strangers," she said, chewing the inside of the her cheek.

"It's fine," you said quietly, twirling your thumbs around one another awkwardly.

She glanced up at you, clearly unsure of your acceptance of her apology. "Nat didn't tell me much besides that you don't have anywhere else to go."

A hot wave of embarrassment passed over you, but you waited for her to continue. Her eyes fell again, and it was obvious she was unfamiliar with the act of talking about her feelings.

"I just..." she began, uncrossing her legs to stand up straighter. "I know how it feels." Her eyes met you again, and there was no malice or judgment in them. "I really do."

You remembered Nat telling you about Wanda's parents and brother, and you realized she probably had it even worse off than you. At least you had a friend to rely on, but Nat hadn't even visited Wanda in years, ever since her brother died.

Wanda tossed the rope to the corner of the porch, rubbing the palms of her hands that were coarse from handling the rope. As she moved, the silver cross necklace jumped forward before swinging against her chest again, glinting under the moonlight.

It caught your eye, and it somehow made you smile. "I guess religion is about all anyone can look forward to out here?"

Wanda glanced up at you with a look of confusion before she looked down to her necklace. Instantly, she chuckled. "I'm no Christian, darling," she spoke, looking at you with a crooked, humored smile across her lips. You noticed how soft and pink they were, how her jaw clenched when she smiled just right. Her smile faded softly, like a setting sun. "It was my brother's."

You felt stupid and rude for asking the question, but you would feel even stupider and ruder if you apologized. So you just nodded, looking down at your feet and thinking about what little Nat told you about Wanda's brother. In fact, all she said was that he was dead.

"What happened?" you blurted without even thinking.

Wanda seemed to freeze. Her lips pursed as she stared thoughtfully at the ground. "He was always the cool twin, and I was the weird one." She laughed through her nose as reminiscence crossed her features. "While I was smoking cigarettes behind the school with Nat, he was doing track. My God, was he fast." She grinned, looking to the side as she mindlessly twirled the silver cross in her fingers. "He had a scholarship and everything. He was going to one of them big universities to run for 'em—biggest thing anyone around here could do." She paused, taking a deep breath as you watched a film of moisture well in her eyes. "After graduation, we went to a party. A big one. Everyone within 60 miles was there, and a fight broke out. People were pulling guns out. Pietro got between them to mediate it, as he always did, and..." You caught a tremble in her lip. "He got in the way." She could barely get the words out, quickly turning away from you to grab the porch railing and lean on it, lowering her head. Finally, she whispered, "No one saw it coming."

You didn't know why, but tears welled in your eyes. There was something about Wanda, whom you had just met, whose pain radiated off her. You could feel it seeping through your bones like a cold hug. You didn't know this woman. So far, she'd been mean to you. But your heart tugged for her.

Stepping forward, you first placed a hand on the back of her shoulder. Although you were gentle, she jumped at the feeling. Your hand slid down to her waist, and you brought your other hand to the other side, and wrapped your arms around her, pressing your face against the denim on her back. She was completely stiff in your arms, having not received affection since... well, she couldn't even remember since when.

Wanda's first instinct was to push you off, to kick you off her farm, but something inside her melted. She eased, leaning into your touch and fluttering her eyes closed. Finally, she turned around in your arms, looking down at you. You were so close to her now, you could really see how beautiful she was.

Without warning, Wanda grabbed your face and pressed her lips against yours. You gasped at the suddenness, barely able to kiss her back before she pulled away. "Sorry," she breathed, "Can I kiss you?"

You blinked at her before chuckling, to which she grinned. "Yes," you whispered, and she bit her lip for a moment before pulling you in for a much softer kiss. Her lips were heavenly against yours, her hands holding your face tightly. She kissed you slowly at first, waiting for you to pull away or tell her to stop, but you didn't. In fact, you found yourself filled with desire, grabbing her by her belt loops and pulling her closer to you. The rim of her hat was sitting right on top of your head, and so you reached up and slowly took it off her. You finally moved away from the kiss, taking a few steps back as you placed her hat on your head. It was too big for you, falling right over your eyes which made Wanda chuckle through her heavy, bothered breaths. You tilted the hat upwards so you could see as you leaned against the house.

Wanda's eyes devoured you. You looked so sexy in her hat, not to mention your bare thighs looking more irresistible than ever. She licked her lips, eyes darkening. "Come to my room," she husked, a command rather than a question.

As much as you wanted to, Nat was sleeping in the room right next to Wanda's, and you weren't sure how Nat would feel about you sleeping with her old best friend on your very first night of the visit. "Nat's in there," you whispered to her, but she already had another idea in her mind.

A few minutes later, you found yourself in the barn, climbing the ladder to the hayloft. Wanda was ahead of you, crawling onto the loft before leaning over and reaching her hand out to help you up. You were almost to the top when you felt yourself slipping, so you quickly reached out for her hand. She grabbed your wrist and pulled you up surprisingly easily, so easy that you came up way too fast and ended up falling right over her lap.

Wanda tumbled back from the force, and you grabbed onto her shoulders for balance. You were straddling her now, and more desire burned in Wanda's eyes as she slowly sat up and placed her hands over your hips.

"It's dark," you whispered, looking around at the little loft which you couldn't make out. Wanda leaned over and clicked something on the wall, and just a moment after, you watched a little electric lantern glow to brightness, casting an orange light in the resemblance of fire over the hayloft. You looked down to see that it was a shockingly small space, with creaky wooden floorboards littered with straws of hay. There was a large, maroon knitted blanket resting in the center of the loft, along with a pillow.

You looked to Wanda curiously. "I sleep up here sometimes," she explained, "When the house gets too lonely."

"Right, because cows and horses are the best company," you laughed, leaning over to see the cattle down on the ground level of the large barn. You couldn't believe that you were about to get fucked in a barn, but it became easier to believe when you felt Wanda's hands pulling your shirt up.

You lifted your arms and let her pull the pajama shirt over your head, revealing yourself to her. The cool night air hardened your nipples, but Wanda wasted no time in warming them up with her mouth. She wrapped her lips around one of them and sucked while her hand squeezed the other one roughly. Your breath stuttered as you moved your hands through her hair, arching your chest to her mouth. While she was gentle, she nipped you rather hard, causing you to jolt.

It had been a long time since you'd had sex. Whether it was that or Wanda being an expert, she was making you feel so good at only second base.

Eventually, you were growing so flustered that you started to grind your hips down on her, signaling that you wanted more. When you did, you found something hard in her jeans that made you shudder. She bucked her hips up towards yours, letting you grind right against her strap.

"You like that, darling?" she whispered, yanking your hips downwards to roll over her.

"Yes," you breathed, feeling completely overwhelm with lust. You needed her to fuck you right then or else you felt you would explode.

Wanda pressed another kiss to your breast before she wrapped her arms around you and leaned forward, gently laying you on your back on the soft blanket. As she leaned up, she reached up to the wall and grabbed something. Before you could look up, you felt her grab your wrists and start tying them together with something. Slightly panicking, you looked up to see that she had taken a braided leather bullwhip off the wall and was now tying your wrists together with it.

You opened your mouth to protest, but she had already tied them tightly and was now hastily taking off her jacket while eyeing you lustfully. As uneasy as it was, you found it extremely sexy. Once she had thrown her jacket to the floor, she grabbed the hem of your panties and ripped them off you, tossing them to the side. She was being much rougher than you had expected her to. She seemed like she would be the gentle giant type, but she was not being gentle in any way.

"I've been wanting to fuck the attitude out of you since you got here," she murmured as she leaned up again and started to undo the buckle of her belt. You could feel yourself throbbing in need for her, as careless as she was being. "From the moment you stepped out of that car I just needed to put my cock inside you."

She unzipped her jeans and tugged them down just enough to pull out her large strap-on dildo that was bigger than anything you'd taken before. She stroked it for a moment before she leaned down, placing her hand near the side of your head. "Don't make too much noise, darling. Don't want the coyotes to hear us."

With that, she roughly pushed herself inside you, immediately stretching out your unused hole. Your mouth flew open, and you had the instinct to grab at her, but you remembered your hands were tied together above your head. She grunted and watched her cock disappear inside you to the very hilt, until the tip was pushing past your cervix and your eyes were rolling to the back of your head. She moved her hips in a slow circle to push her cock around inside you, and by the look on her face you could tell the strap was double-sided.

You were so filled up that you could hardly think clearly as she pulled out before slamming back in again, the stretch burning even more the second time. You let out a whine when she started to fuck you with a steady pace, making sure to stuff every inch of herself inside your little pussy.

After a few moments, the haze in your head started to clear, and the stinging died away, and you could feel her thrusting up against your g-spot. She was grabbing at your thighs and pushed them upwards to reach an even deeper spot inside you, putting you in a position where you were basically folded, with your knees pressed against your chest. The metal of her belt was digging into your inner thigh, the coarse fabric of her jeans sliding painfully against your ass with her every thrust.

She was fucking you like a pure animal, pounding into you so hard and fast that your breasts were bouncing with each thrust. Her grunts filled your ears, and your moans filled hers. Your wetness was dripping down the back of your legs, causing for a wet, sloshing sound to fill the loft. The lantern flickered, and you realized you had your eyes closed the whole time.

When you opened them, the sight alone was enough to cum. Wanda was hovering over you, a look of pleasurable frustration clear on her face. Sweat was accumulating on her forehead, and her chain necklace was swinging right over you.

Wanda's hands found your breasts, fondling them as she continued to rail you. She was getting so deep that you could feel her in your stomach, and you were getting so close to climax.

"Thought it'd be a lot harder to get in your pants," Wanda remarked, throwing her head back as she started to come close, as well. "I didn't think Nat made friends with sluts." Her hand moved to your throat, wrapping tightly around it. "Take my cock like the whore you are, darling. That's it. Feels so deep and nice, doesn't it?"

She was choking you hard now, and you opened your mouth to gasp for breath. Yet you were still moaning as she started to fuck you even harder.

"Maybe you should stay here and be my personal little fleshlight," she husked, smirking down at you. "Be nothing but a pussy for me to fuck every day. Do you like the sound of that, darling?"

You could only let out a whine as your vision blurred. So much pressure was building inside you, and when Wanda's thrusts started to become sloppier, signaling that was about to cum, you couldn't stop the hard orgasm that crashed into you. You moaned out loud as you came, your pussy throbbing and pulsing around her cock that was slowing down but still fucking you through your orgasm.

Wanda let out grunts of pleasure as she came, pushing herself as deep into you as possible to the point where it was painful. She pushed her face into your neck and bit down sharply as her own orgasm crashed through her. Her hand was gripping the blanket under you so hard that her knuckles were pure white.

"Fuck," she mumbled into your neck, her teeth releasing your sensitive skin. You were trembling all over, never having been fucked so hard or came so hard in your entire life. You'd had plenty of lovers in college, but you didn't expect some girl on a farm to fuck you better than all of them.

Wanda slowly pulled out and tucked her wettened strap back into her pants before zipping them up. Her face was flushed and sweaty as she buckled her belt. The loft now smelt like sex, and you felt dizzy as you slowly sat up.

"Better get back to bed," Wanda told you as she found your shirt and underwear and handed them to you. "Before Nat realizes you're gone."

You took your clothes and slowly started to put them on as she watched you, chewing the inside of her cheek as a smirk passed her lips.

You woke late the next morning, for obvious reasons. The smell of breakfast led you into the kitchen where Nat and Wanda were eating at the table. Wanda's eyes caught yours as soon as you entered the room, and if it weren't for the soreness between your legs, you would've forgotten about the escapade and only remembered by the look in her eyes.

"Are there any wild animals around here?" Nat questioned, biting into a piece of bacon as you sat down in the chair beside her.

Wanda was chewing on toast when she answered. "Sure. It's the mountains; of course there's wild animals." She slowly stopped chewing. "Why do you ask?"

Nat shook her head as she took a sip of her orange juice. "I just kept hearing weird noises last night. Like grunts or something." She shrugged. "Maybe it was just the chickens."

Wanda nearly spit out her orange juice, and you had to hide your face to keep from laughing. You caught each other's eye, and you watched a knowing smile slowly spread across her face.

Maybe you could get used to the country life.

#wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff x reader #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #lesbian #marvel #lgbt #smut #nsft #dom!wanda #top!wanda #hayloft #themidnightcrimson #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x y/n

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kitmoas · 4 months

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WOAH im 2 on this wonderful hellsite?

First off I wanna start out by saying I know that this year I've been a bit MIA :( I basically ended TGU Season 1 and left you guys pretty high and dry until I started posting some Halloween fics (no one look at the fact that I'm missing a couple of those)

I have had a pretty busy year but I wanna just do a lil backtracking and talk about it. Ive gotten to do some amazing things this year. I got to meet and be with my gorgeous girlfriend @themidnightcrimson <3 (hi lil sickie). I got to meet daddy, mommy, and Dragon Mommy with my best friends @maximotts and @belovaskitkat (the 4$ water at con truly did something to us). I got a few promotions throughout the year even if my job literally makes me want to die (Im frantically typing this BEFORE i go into work even though its Christmas Eve and my tumblr birfday)

I got to get closer to so many people and I just know that even though so many shitty things happened this year and so many things really tanked most people's year that I have some of the best people that surround me.

I just want to thank you all for being here and being part of my lil chaos community. I want you guys to know that even when Im being a lil cryptid that I do remember you guys and will always come back!

That being said I am going to give a shoutout to some lil gay people in my phone and then also theres a poll right there that you guys should vote on, cause I am going to give you guys a gift even tho its my 2nd birfday

HI LIL GAY PEOPLE IN MY PHONE. IM BEING GAY AND LOVIN ON YOU

@bunplushyy @crescent-witch @caroldantops @wandasdolly @scarlettwlw @didujustcallmedumb @didntalwayslookthisrough (Lain wtf it won’t let me tag you) @softlymaximoff @inkblot-inc @furys-eyepatch there’s prolly more and I suck and am running out of time so if you see this and we have spoken even once this year. I fucking love you lil gay person

Also. All my lil nons. I love you guys so fucking much. Okay? I know I don’t know who you are exactly but thank you 🥺🥺🥺💖💖

#kit talks #Im just being gay #everyone look away

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maximotts · 1 year

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ᗢ 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑎 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑒…

please respect that this is a sapphic 18+ blog, my content is not for minors so do not follow or interact if you are one. put your age in your bio or expect to be promptly blocked

· ─────── · · 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑

masterlist . rules (under construction) . claimed anons .

· ─────── · · ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑡 (𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑)

confessions of wanda maximoff . desires unspoken .

newest fic: firm hand, gentle touch

· ─────── · · 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒 (𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠)

personal side . library . dark place .

· ─────── · · 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑠 (𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑠)

@wellsayhelloaagin . @kitmoas . @didujustcallmedumb . @belovaskitkat . @themidnightcrimson . @togrowoldinv . @wandasdolly . @wndalovebot . @caroldantops . @scarlettwlw . @mywitchy-assassin . @fragilepuppi . @radbearx . @maximoffwitch . @therunawaykind . @twilight-99-tm . @immortalityisbliss . @houseofwm . @wndaswife . @httpjupiterbby . @furys-eyepatch . @cantcontroltheirfear . @redvelvetnat . @red1culous .

#navigation #navigation post #maximotts #important things

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edgeofkit · 4 months

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It really is just @themidnightcrimson vs always chasing away @belovaskitkat and @maximotts 🧍🏻‍♀️

#smh #it’s never my fault tho #I’m innocent

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xxxtwilightaxelxxx · 1 year

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WANDA X READER FANS ALERT!!

So, finally after a long time of wanting to, I've commissioned @lesbesapphic on a mega story that'll be a series with extras we gather since certain ideas wont fit into the series, and who knows what!! We've both been giving each other ideas back and forth, but when she heard my idea she pretty much went (well how I think in my head)

Don't wanna of course spoil anything since viv is writing it and also not telling me anything but I will say... all of wanda's outfits are based on Taylor Sloane ;)

And um... what I'll also say is....prepare to feel everything ;)

Tagging some writers to hopefully spread the word out :D

@cthulhus-curse

@themidnightcrimson

@maxislvt

@maximotts

@wndaswife

@therunawaykind

@temptationsbrew

@chelleztjs18

Viv said about tagging ppl closer to the time part 1 comes out so, I just want to get its notes lol

#marvel #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff imagine #xxxtwilightaxelxxx blogs

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wol-fica · 11 months

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do you have any writers that inspired you? or did you start to write and inspire others?

i do!!

@somekindofpoet - Crush is wonderful, so talented and amazing. i’ve gotten loads of inspiration and ideas from their works

@/gayfordlovato on Wattpad - a huge one for me when i used to be on there, then i switched here and began to write <3

@themidnightcrimson - writes some mouthwatering smut and OHHHH MY GOD they are so good at describing scenes and coming up with scenarios, i am on my knees for that writer

for inspiring others…i’m not sure!!

#anon asks #wolfi respond

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dowhatisaynotwhatido · 1 year

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4. LA - The Switch: Wanda comes to play

Paring: Elizabeth Olsen!top x Reader!bottom

Description: Lizzie gets in desperate need to control... you.

In this, you have a back and forth with the two points of view signaled as “POV”.

Warnings: smut, teasing, strap (reader receiving), role-play, a lil’ bdsm, pet naming, bondage, blindfold, gagging, oral (Lizzie receiving), slut naming. Descriptive anger and hatred.

This is part of the "LA" series: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (this)

Credits: This series directly cites the blog and works of themidnightcrimson blog on part 2.

Word counter: 4k

Lizzie was in her office all morning. You knew she had a big shoot tomorrow and needed time to study her script. She had told you the night before that she wouldn't be much available today, so you took the day to go to the open market and buy some fresh ingredients to make your family's special recipe for lunch.

You were going back to Boston the day after tomorrow, and it felt bittersweet. Although you missed your home and your stuff and your routine, you would miss your time with her. Probably your whole thing was too intense exactly because it had a due date and you were grateful for that, but the time to go home was still dreadful.

You knocked at the door and excused yourself into the office. She had all the lights off, aside from the small desk lamp. She was over the mirror reading a line that sent chills through your bones. You knew the script was a little dense and she was always so drained after studying it. However, you have never heard a part of it and it shook you frozen. You slowly started to retract out of the room when Lizzie called you back. Her eyes were cold and her voice hard; she was totally impersonating whatever demon she was supposed to be in that movie. And why that turned you on was beyond reason.

"Do you need me?"

"Sorry. I was just going to offer you lunch." You excused yourself playing with the doorknob "I will leave it on the stove for when you are hungry" She noticed you could barely look at her

"That is sweet of you" She said shaking off trying to take the edge out of her voice “I am actually just done here. Would you mind waiting a bit for us to get lunch together? I need some time" She was slowly massaging her temples.

You noticed she was trying to snap out of it, so you went to her and unsurely reach out to take her on your arms giving her a small kiss on her forehead and leaving her.

"I am sorry about that" Lizzie came into the kitchen patting her wet hair with a towel. "Tomorrow is going to be so hard" She sorrowed "I tried to postpone it for after you left, you know"

"Why? Is ok. Is part of your job." You said heating up the pan with a soft smile "how are you feeling?"

"Angry, in need of control , sad, a little out of my mind and... Possessive" She looked straight in your eyes when saying the last one with a hard gaze and tight lip. You gulped. Seeing Lizzie out of her soft shell, just plain hard and rough was a sight to sore eyes. She looked perfectly hot and you were wet just imagining giving her all the control she wanted to take.

"You know... you should find a scape valve for that" you said suggestively "I can help you with that..." you cleared your throat trying to tame your inner needy brat "after your shoot, I mean. There is a few things we could do to help you."

"Would you do that? You can totally run, you know?" She flopped down the chair exhausted.

" Oh, believe me, it will be my pleasure" you placed the heated dish in front of her and gave her a small peck on the lips ”Now eat."

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The next day you were waiting for Lizzie outside the Studio. As soon as you saw her, you knew it was worse than yesterday. She had her hair back on a high ponytail, her dark shades on, gripping strongly to the strap of her bag. Her face, though, was what alarmed you. She was breathing in a thigh manner, her lips shut in an angry line and her brow slightly furrowed. All of her exuded "pissed off".

The ride to the Smash place was a silent one. After saying hi to you, she shut her eyes and rested her hear on the seat, making some breathing exercises to try to ground herself. You had heard before about some actors having a hard time to snap back at their own personalities after some intense scene/shooting - so you were respectful to her space, time and need.

"Lizzie, we are here" you call her after parking "come with me"

She followed you into the storage yard without a second thought or question. When you got there you swore you could she a spark of mischief and fun as soon as she saw the smashed up scenario, broken, mended and bent metal bats. The place was a mess, no one besides you and the clerk that let you in and stayed out the door. You quickly handled her the protection equipment and while you were putting your own, she was already swinging her bat through a car window in a loud crash.

You didn't smash things, and just waited for her to ground herself into the reality and tactile world. Her shoulders started to drop in a semi-relaxed pattern after the first ten minutes of constant beating, groans and very meaningful screams. You would ran away if it were anyone else, but Lizzie? Damn.

You don't know what sick part of your brain thought that she looked the sexier she has ever looked when she was relentlessly beating up a wooden door and a metal trash can. She was beyond baby- Lizzie, beyond fluff and funny Lizzie. That person right there? The one she was fighting so hard trying to ground out of it? That was the whole Multiverse of Madness Scarlet Witch in action. And your poor little switch heart couldn't think of anything else but to let her use you.

Lizzie was supposed to be sore and tired after street fighting her way through the storage yard. There was not an inch in there she hadn't smashed, bent, hit or spit on. Her heart was still heavy and pounding, but her head got some clarity after the constant violence urge. She needed to get some control back, some tacit, pleasant, earthy, instinctive control. That was when she remembered you were there and turned to stare at you with a feline glare. She looked at you as if you were meat and she has been starving for days. You got instantly wet when she licked her bottom lip and hissed at you before throwing the bat away and reaching out to claim your mouth like she owned you.

The kiss was fire and deep. She didn't care about basic breathing needs: she would have kissed you dead if the need to fuck you didn't make her grab the car keys and basically drag you back to her place.

…

You barely heard the door loudly closing behind you as Lizzie pushed you flush against her body, attacking your mouth relentlessly the second you got out the elevator.

You could imagine the gasp of her neighbor giving Lizzie didn't even wait for the metal door to shut.

Lizzie ended the kiss with a painful bite in your lower lip, her eyes almost all black and her nails definitely leaving marks on your waist.

"I want you in bed, naked. You have 2 minutes," She whispered and left towards her office leaving you unbalanced in the middle of the leaving room.

It has been a few minutes since she left and you patiently waited for her in the edge of the bed when she came in on a lacy red lingerie with golden chains. She held a black silk fabric and stood an inch from you, without touching.

"Do you have a safe word?" Her voice was still silky and breezy, but held that same rage of the day before and a little rustier than usual.

"I have never... "

"Choose" She interrupted you still staring down at you

"Ahm... I don't know" You stuttered. You could feel yourself dripping all over her sheets and you could barely hold her gaze as your mind started to shut down one room at the time. A few seconds more of her this closeness, you wouldn't even be able to count to five anymore. "Jelly?"

"Jelly?" Lizzie smirked and a glister of humor past down her otherwise closed expression. "Well, it is your call. Jelly it is". As fast as the brief tender moment came, it was gone "I want you by the headboard. I won’t stop until I am satisfied. Remember ‘Jelly’. If by any means you can't remember or voice it, just pat my thigh thrice - do you consent?"

"Yes, Liz…"

"No-" she inhaled as she was punched at the sound of her name "You address me as Wanda" She punctuated by placing the silk fabric against your eyes, preventing you from seeing anything at all.

You heard a zipping sound, then silence. Her footsteps so low you could barely recognize the distance she was when she roughly grabbed your left wrist and tied it to something. You tried the rope and it barely moved an inch.

"Fuck" you whined pressing your thighs together to prevent the constant leakage to stain the sheets.

You felt a hard slap on you right thigh "Did I tell you to close them?" She held both your ankles and pulled, positioning your left arm stretch and held by the rope, and your legs open "Don't move". Then silence.

You counted your breaths and you could swear a whole minute passed without any other indications of movement. You could still smell her and feel her presence, she hadn't gone anywhere, and was probably just staring down at you.

----- Lizzie’s POV -----

The shooting was not easy. The director kept trying to drain you more and more, dragging you into the mental state of possessive and recurrent internal angst thoughts. You could taste the bitter coin taste on your mouth, your eyes glassy and unfocused as you mind got settle on a dark and uneasy dark place you always had trouble to move out from.

During The Multiverse of Madness, you had recurrent nightmares and it had taken you days and therapy to get it out of your system. This time you manage to leave this scenes all clamped together on the last day of shooting, so it would affect less your daily life.

What you did not anticipate was that you would be single and with no emotional support when today came in.

You were glad you had Y/N. She made yesterday more bearable, but you knew it was not fair to her to drag her into this. It was too much, and you have known her for what? 3 days?

However, you were also extremely selfish and self-centered when in this state of mind. So what could you do but let her take care of you?

Of course, Y/N would came up with the perfect after match. While Robbie always tried to calm you down with spa, tea, leafy baths and some freaking Celtics music, Y/N got deep into your soul and just decided to tire the angry out of you.

You don't know if this match the best feeling in the world, but the cracking sound of a realistic-fake skull under your bat could lift your spirits in the way that no salty-watery shenanigans never could. The little yellowish Taurus was unrecognizable when you were done with it.

You entered the circuit blind with red rage and superficial hatred that ran your mind on crazy and obsessive thoughts. You were so down the line, that maybe you did reach an actual mad multiverse. But after the gushing sound of a kicked spray can, you could feel the angriness leaving your soul - just a maniac need to grab back some resemblance of control filling its space.

When you looked back, Y/N was leaning on her bat, staring at you and biting her bottom lip. She was gorgeous. Yeah, yeah: her whole personality was incredible. Her light way to see and lead her life, the jokes and gentle way to expose her opinions and her own ethical dilemmas. The way she listened to you and cared, she honestly made you feel like the most special person ever. She was a remarkable person.

However, wasn't that you were thinking about today, was it? What mattered is the she was maybe the sexiest woman you have ever seen.

You were not usually attracted to girls and please, you have met some out of ordinary beauties on your line of work. But Y/N had her voice, her scent, her swang and confidence. She moves as if she knew exactly were her feet would land and where she would go next. Since the moment she first smirked at you, you were viciously trying to have her.

Yes, the whole mommy kink and bottoming Y/N were both the best and worse sex of your life… Best because -Jesus Christ!!- That woman knew your body. Worse? Because after the first time, you knew you could not last long before becoming addicted to her touch.

Yes, instinctive, animal, feral sex. That is what you needed.

And this time? You would bite.

---- Reader’s POV ----

The force she used to rope your right wrist on the other side of the bed made you flinch. It was hot, and pleasure leaked from every pore of your body. The way she was rough to you made you crawl even deeper into your brain, leaving little of self-awareness and control left. ‘Jelly’- you had it tattooed in the back of your cortex.

She could do anything to you. And you both knew it.

An itching feeling ran through your body as you felt a fluff and yet sharp object running down your collarbone, through your breast and stomach. You had been whipped before, and the anticipation took a low groan out of you. The acute pain came in your left thigh, leaving a delicious sparkling red feeling behind.

- " More" you whimpered arching your back out of the mattress

Another and then another leash came down, first to your right thigh and then to your collarbone, close to your breast.

The last was followed by her heated and wet tongue, soothing down the aching pain. She sucked your nipple first softly, increasing gradually until she bitted the tip earning a gasp.

- "Who owns you?"

- "You..." you breathed out weakly

- "You what, slut?" She hissed spanking your but

- "You, Wanda, you. Only you" you whimpered louder

She smiled without you knowing, satisfied of how fast you were giving up control to her. She claimed your mouth once more, discarding the whip while marking you with angry nail lines at your side.

Way sooner than you wanted, she got up and left you hot and cold in bed again. Your arm still tied to the bed frame, your legs too weak to move, eyes covered and you dumb brain constantly in search of any suggestion to where she was.

The snapping and zipping sound coming from your left followed the latex stench. Your mouth watered way before she removed the blindfold and you were facing the black harness. The same one you bought her what seemed to be years back.

The moment you took out her blindfold, you watched her pupils adjust to the light just to rapidly grow wide and focused on you. She was drooling and all the will she had left was clearly thrown out the window.

She wore it perfectly. Her fair skin and curves snuggled on the red lingerie complemented by the black strap: such a perfect composition one would think Michelangelo planned it. Your embryo brain wasn't able to form a single strain of words to react to it. Leaving you with a breathy "Damn" and open mouthed stare.

If you paid enough attention, you could hear doors shutting and lights flickering out all through the rest of your brain, leaving a lonely neuron holding a shaky warning sign ‘Jelly’. You were all hers to play with.

---- Lizzie’s POV---

The strap felt like it was physically yours. You could feel power coming from your inner self exuding through its shaft and pouring over its head. Patriarchal ethical dilemmas to be damned, you felt in control of the freaking world right now, and you knew exactly how to use it.

As you crawled above her, your breast hovering less than an inch from her skin, you could see her whole body alight and inclined to your touch. You have never fucked a girl before, but oh! You were so enjoying this...

It first surprised you how wet you were just from seeing her subdued to you. But the weight of the dildo right into your clit and the promise of ruining her, was almost enough to get you tumbled over the edge.

-"Fuck. You look so good, Y/N" You hissed on her ear biting down the sensitive skin behind it "Remember your safe word, because I am not stopping until I break you" the moan that left her lips was the best sound you ever heard.

You aligned your cock into her, bumping the tip on her clit, as it was a switch to make her bulk uncontrollable in search of it. She was sweaty and moved her hips deliciously in search of yours, almost making you lose your teasing mood and plain fuck her.

"Behave, pet" You spit holding back to your self-control. She grunted and reduced her bulking to a perceptive rhythmic clenching of her walls.

You held your cock and grind it through her wet folds: lubricating the whole toy before entering her. You did it slowly, stuck on your own pleasure of seeing her mouth falling open and her eyes wider with each inch you got into her; at the same time your throbbing and sensitive clit was stimulated by the pressure the strap provided.

She was a whimpering fucktoy for you to use.

Once you were inside of her, the surge of control and the blind possessiveness took out the best of you, moving your hips immediately rough, fast and deep. The sound of sloshing just intensified, while her moans got louder and your hip slapping into hers faster and faster. It was mesmerizing, the sight of she taking you so well, your cock sliding into her till the brim with no resistance whatsoever and the delicious realization that she was holding her edge waiting for you to allow her to come. You knew you wouldn't be able to stop.

- "Come for me, Y/N"

---- Reader’s POV ----

The orgasm that hit was strong enough to blind you. You had urgently waited on edge for her to release you, not even remembering how to let go if she didn't tell you how. Your walls clenched around her cock so hard, that the continuous fucking was painful and drove your climax even further.

-"Wanda!!" you were able to scream relieving some of the pressure of wave after wave of pleasure hitting you relentlessly.

Your legs grew limb and weak. They would fall from her waist if she hadn’t repositioned them over her shoulder; open you even more to her.

She did stop for a while leaving you full as she reached for something you couldn't see behind her, but not for long. Soon she was pounding on you slowly and painfully at first, but faster and blissful a few seconds later. Your legs so opened allowed her to hit your cervix so deep that you couldn't even acknowledge how or where you were being fucked anymore.

'Jelly' the last cell whispered to you trying to keep your brain awake.

---- Lizzie’s POV ----

Her second orgasm quickly followed her first after you turned your bullet* on pressing it down to her clit. The throbbing sensation of it on her clit reverberated into the dildo, strap and to your own clit. That made you come down on your first orgasm, screaming right after her.

"Y/N!"

<*vibrating toy>

It was late at night when she finally said it. You had lost count how many times you made her cum and how many you did. After sitting on her face for so long that her lips swelled and the pillow soaked with her tears. After fucking every hole she had on her body with strap, tongue and fingers. After spanking, marking, biting and choking her. She reached her limits while you pressed your mighty bullet on her oversensitive clit for so long she could taste the metallic shaft in her mouth.

"Jelly, Lizzie. Jelly!" she weakly rasped out

You stopped the bullet immediately.

"Are you ok, Y/N?" You asked snapping out from your “Wanda” state of mind like it was a simple switch on your head. The thought of hurting her frightened you enough to scare the shit out of the darkest of Wanda or Scarlet right out of your mind.

"Oh..I am… just... need to rest" You got up, untied her wrist, and gave her some water before pulling her into your arms.

"Yes, love. You were so good today."- You praised her while caressing her hair

It wasn't long before you could hear her sleeping completely drained with a satisfied smile on her face.

---- Reader’s POV ----

Let's just say that being fucked by Wanda was much better than your mind could ever imagine.

You could barely move in bed when you woke up to the smell of eggs and coffee. You were wearing your PJ and had showered sometime during the night -most likely Lizzie aftercare while you were sleeping.

Your brain was back to its normal state and the realization of your impending flight back home made you almost jump out of bed to enjoy the last few hours with the perfect woman.

"I need a wheelchair" you joked as you limped your way to hug a cooking Lizzie from behind.

"You can have my crutches" She smiled turning in your embrace to place a soft kiss on your lips and resting her head in your shoulder "Are you ok? Did I hurt you?"

"Hurt me?" You looked down at her "it was the best sex I ever had.... AND I HAVE FUCKED ELIZABETH OLSEN for Christ sake" both of you laughed "It was amazing, and I wouldn't mind playing with Wanda a few more rounds" you winked at her and gave her a sad kiss remembering you were going away a couple hours after breakfast.

"Yes, I know" She said understanding your mood "let's just have breakfast together and I will help you pack"

The drive to the airport was filled with unsaid words and unshed tears. You knew the way you felt right now was a small price to pay giving the perfect days you got with her. And she knew that opening up to your was worth it, although it felt like her heart was being stripped from her.

You couldn't be seen together as a couple because of the whole media situation, so your last good-bye neither had a kiss, neither had a long touch. You hugged tightly but briefly, leaving your expectations to trash themselves out as you boarded with no hope of feeling better soon.

**** few months later ****

Elizabeth Olsen sent you a text.

It came as surprise to you. You and Lizzie kept a close friend relationship during the first couple of weeks after you came back to Boston. But as it was getting harder for you to get over each other, you slowly drift apart. It has been a couple of weeks since the last time you texted her congratulating on her performance on the trailer of the movie she was shooting when you were together. You had seen some gossip headlines about her and Robbie getting back together, and it was enough for you to ignore the rest of her public life.

Three months later, and reading her name in your phone screen was still enough to race your heart.

(L) I miss you.

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The end

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