Summary: You're the nanny for the prestigious Wanda Maximoff. She's one of the top business women in New York, making newspapers and magazines about her success. Due to her busy work life, she needed someone to watch her two young children, and thankfully you were desperate for a job. Only, you can't help but lust after your boss. Does she feel the same for you?
CW: use of dildo, older woman younger woman, dirty thoughts, reader is very perverted, secret camera
A/N: if this is a success and hits 500 notes I'll do part 2
"Goodnight Tommy, goodnight Billy," you say softly to the young boys, tucking them into their bed. They insisted on sleeping in the same bed, and after what felt like a year long tantrum, you gave the okay. They sleepily wave their hands, their eyelids growing heavy and falling shut, hugging their favorite stuffed animals before sleep takes over and the twin boys snore softly.
You smile and reach over to turn off the lamp, double checking the nightlight is still on. You forgot to check once and you never heard the end of it from them, who woke up screaming in a dark room. Surprisingly, children hold grudges.
You close the door with a quiet click and you raise your arms above your head, feeling the aches and tiredness of the long day slither through your muscles and out the tips of your fingers.
Taking care of twin boys is not an easy job. They get up at 7 am on the dot every morning and it's not like they need time to wake up. No, they're bright and energetic and bouncing all around the house. Unless they didn't get their full ten hours of sleep, then it's hell until nap time.
See, you're the nanny for Wanda Maximoff. Yes, THE Wanda Maximoff, runner up for CEO at Avenger's Enterprise. One of the top ten business women in all of New York, admired for juggling a full-time job and motherhood. She went through an entire packet of potential candidates to help take care of her children, and out of the 150, you were chosen. Considering you had wonderful recommendations, experience in childcare, reliable transportation, know CPR, and you're able to keep up with her kids after a trial week, Wanda thought you were the perfect person for the job.
There are nanny cams. Wanda told you this during the interview. She keeps a camera in the playroom, living room, and the upstairs-the camera only faces towards down the stairs and not into any rooms. She likes to check on the kids throughout the day and she assured you she's not spying on you, just wanting to make sure neither of the twins fell down the stairs.
You languidly walk down the hall, feet cushioned by the soft, plush carpet, and stop in front of two doors with golden curved handles, the wood freshly coated in white. You bite your lip, rocking back and forth on your heels while fumbling with your fingers.
The doors in front of you lead into Wanda's room. The older woman has a queen sized bed covered in silk sheets and a giant soft comforter. Four high bed posts with a canopy tied back. Dark wood dressers and a walk in closet with a vast collection of various heels, flats, shoes, and clothes you'd never find anywhere, only exclusive. A giant bathroom you'd swear could work as two bedrooms.
How do you know this?
Well, it's a bad habit of yours to sneak into her room and try on her clothes. You can't help yourself. You live in a rich woman's house who owns everything expensive. Sometimes, you like to picture yourself living a lavish life such as this.
"No," you scold yourself, turning away from the doors and crossing your arms over your chest. "You promised you'd stop going through her stuff! It's not right."
Diamonds and heels flash through your mind and you spin back around, tonguing the inside of your cheek. "Well...it's not like I'm stealing."
You push open the doors and close them, giggling to yourself as you run over to the closet. Flipping on the light, you're never failed to be amazed by the sheer size of the walk in closet holding luxurious, expensive brands. You run your fingers through the clothes, mouth open in awe. These dresses are definitely more than your paycheck.
A scarlet red dress catches your eye and you pull it out, sighing. It's a silky smooth dress that stops mid thigh. A plunging v-line and a thigh slit. Holding in your hands felt as though you're holding gold. You shimmy off your clothes and slip it on, ignoring the space in the chest and butt area.
Wanda is blessed with a shapely body. Supple curves that leaves many envious and many drooling.
Truth be told, you're crushing hard on your boss. You couldn't help it. You've become drawn to the older woman, shivering from the scent of her floral perfume and mouth going dry whenever she stood too close. More than often you've grown embarrassed from staring at her plump, delicate lips that are just calling to you.
You ache for the touch of her body upon yours. Whenever Wanda needs help choosing an outfit, she'll stand in her bra and panties and hold dresses against herself, asking which you think is better. On the outside, you're cool and collected, giving your honest opinion, but on the inside you're a howling wolf. You'd cover her in kisses if allowed to. God, just thinking about it is leaving you tingling. You shake your head and pair the dress with red heels and gorgeous diamond earrings and necklace.
You do this for a total of fifteen minutes, trying on different dresses and shoes. The closet is an endless maze full of expensive clothes probably worn once and left on the rack, watching as more clothes are added to the collection and left to suffer the same fate.
The array of clothes leaves you envious, but one day you'll have a big walk in closet like this and fill it with expensive clothes from exclusive name brands. You try on more jewelry before putting everything back where they belong and gather your clothes, shutting off the light. You lean against the threshold momentarily, staring at the nightstand that suddenly caught your attention. You hum and lift yourself up, sitting on her bed and open her drawers.
In her nightstand were multiple dildos of different sizes and color. A few ribbed, curved, and a vibrator with a clit sucker. You sit there, eyes wide and face flushed, feeling as though you're interrupting something...personal.
Wanda is a grown woman. Of course she has these. Though you're left wondering...
How often does she use them? What does she think about when she uses them? Is she massaging her breast while thrusting the dildo deep into her wet heat? Does she attach one of them to a pillow and bounce on it until completion?
You gasp as you realize you're stimulating your nipples and jump up, clothes falling from your hands. Heart ramming itself into your rib-cage, damn near threatening to burst free. Your eyes dart towards the door, half expecting to see Wanda walk in on you in nothing but your panties and her drawer of toys opened. Thankfully, she's working late tonight. You sit back down, sighing in relief before smacking yourself upside the head. Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself! Walk out of her room and pretend you never saw anything!
Except, you keep staring at the drawer full of lube and toys, pussy throbbing.
Without realizing it, your hand is reaching out to grab a hold of a bright neon dildo, ribbed around the tip near the fake silicone folds of the tip. The dildo is thick, nearly the same size as your forearm. Is this..is this her favorite toy?
The tension in the room grows thick with arousal, heat seeping into your flesh rising with goosebumps. A shiver runs down your spine as you pant against the dildo, peppering the toy in kisses. Your chest heaves, supple body flinging back against the plush mattress. And oh, is this mattress heavenly.
Imagines of Wanda thrusting this fat dildo deep into her yummy pussy fills your mind and you suckle on the tip, a finger tracing around your glistening folds. Nasty wet squelching noises emitting from her fat, delicious cunt rings in your ears, your stomach doing flips.
God, she's so fucking hot.
This is wrong, you know, laying in your boss's bed and imagining her fucking herself on her toys, but you can't help it. Wanda Maximoff leaves you hungry, and goodness are you starving. You trap your clit between two of your fingers and go to town on your poor, innocent rosebud, moaning around the thick toy.
You whimper, upset the toy doesn't have a single trace of her. You're desperate for a taste. You'd love it for her to sneak into your room and plop her pussy on your lips, having you wake up to yourself eating her out.
"Wanda," you moan, back arching off the bed from the pleasure you're giving yourself. You rub your clit in quick circles, mouth dropped open, thick breaths heaving out. Your breasts bounce against your chest as you squirm against her mattress, pussy weeping out onto Wanda's silk sheets.
Your thoughts went from Wanda playing with herself to her grinding her fat pussy against yours, clits bumping against each other. She's staring down at you over the arch of her nose, perfect lips curled into a devious smile. Her massive breasts bounce and jiggle with every thrust, sloppy holes hotly kissing each other.
You bite down on your lip and push the fabric of your panties aside, guiding the dildo to your entrance. You swirl the plastic tip around your hole, body jolting, and pushing it against your slit you fight back the urge to squeal. It's already so thick!
"Look at you," Wanda purred, tongue dampening her swollen lips. "Taking it like the bitch you are. You like it when our holes kiss? You can feel that, right?" When you don't respond, she slaps you across the face, angling her hips so her clit fucks your hole. "Answer me!"
"Yes!" you cried out, but in reality you mouth it, trying to stay quiet. You slap a hand over your mouth as the dildo eases into your velvet heat, it's girth spreading you apart and your mind nearly melts.
"Good girl," she praises, tossing one leg over her shoulder. "You're going to let me play with this pussy all night long, hm? Until I'm satisfied?"
"Y-Yes! Fuck! Just keep fucking me!"
"Such a needy little thing," Wanda said, clicking her tongue. Her head falls against her shoulders and she moans, thrusting harder into you.
The dildo pumps in and out of your cunt, pleasure coursing through your veins. You imagine all the things Wanda could do to you. All the things you want her to do to you. The older woman completely taking control and power over you, and you'd let her. You'd let her do anything to you and you'd beg her for more.
She can mark your skin in bites and bruises and you'd find more spots on your flesh to show her so she can mark you up more.
You end up squirting all over the dildo and sheets, body shaking violently, vision blinded momentarily. You lay on the bed, panting, coming down from the high of your orgasm before you realized what you did. In a panic, you scramble up, cleaning the toy and hastily tossing it into the drawer, putting on your clothes and tearing the sheets off the bed to go clean.
Thankfully Wanda won't be home anytime soon, giving you plenty of time to clean up after yourself.
However...you didn't realize there was a camera in her room. A camera that was only active when she checked it.
pleaseplsplspls PLEASE write the carol danvers smut, i am kindly and respectfully begging. there is a lack of carol danvers fic. we need more fics of carol danvers. if i wasnt such a dsylecsic mess of a lesbian i wouldve write it too. so please be my knight in shinny armor. sending love <3
ahhh, omg
iâll sit my ass down, love <3 i agree, therr is a terrible lack of carol dancers fics on this app, or anywhere really.
i hope i do her, and your expectations justice!
we by now know iâm kind of an accidental liar when it comes to announcing when a fic is done, but i suppose this one will be up in a few days
your roomâs heating goes out due to one of tonyâs experiments (oops?), and carol danvers just happens to have the warmest bed in the compound. totally innocent. totally not you lying for a week just to cuddle up to her muscles. totally not you drooling over her crop top and abs.
*tosses fic at you after a gazzilon weeks waiting time and runs out of the door*
2.1k plot with porn
cursing under your breath, you tiptoe through your room, gathering all the fluffy blankets in sight.
tonyâs latest stupid experiment knocked out the power â just to your room. lucky you. or maybe not so unlucky?
maybe this is how you finally get closer to carol. the quite literally hot captain.
you stand in the middle of your room like some kind of fabric burrito: three blankets deep, two hoodies on, and still freezing. new york winters be damned.
with a whiny sigh, you gather whatever courage you can find and shuffle your way out of your room, crossing the hallway to carols room.
gnawing on your lip, you lift your hand and knock gently.
not even a second passes and you already turn around, wanting to flee back to your room, even if that probably meant freezing to death.
carol probably hadnât even heard your knock, considering that it was around midnight and you had knocked rather quietly. maybe you could get back to your room without
âwhyâd ya knock?â
oh crap.
hot red shame shoots into your cheeks and you slowly turn around, sending carol a shy smile.
shit she looks good. blonde hair slightly tousled, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a tight crop top that stretched over her abs and left her toned arms open to your gaze.
you could nearly feel yourself salivating.
âi uh-â, you clear your throat, trying to shrink into one of the many blankets surrounding you.
âthereâsnoheatinmyroomandiâmcoldâ
well carol had surely understood that.
the blonde huffs out a small laugh. âcome again, sweetheart?â
oh diabolical. how dare she call you sweetheart in her hoarse, low just-fell-out-of-bed-voice?
you clear your throat again and try to compose yourself. âtonyâs stupid experiment shut my room of from all electricity. i donât have heating and iâm just short of freezing my ass offâ
carol raises a brow and crosses her arms. her top be damned, you can see her muscles tensing, making your mouth go dry and something else wet.
âand what? you decided to come ask if i could play your personal heater?â, the blonde captain muses slightly, smirking almost cockily.
is it possible for your cheeks to turn even redder? apparently yes, because they do. "uh... yeah?", you say, ducking you shoulders. "just for today, I'll have Tony fix my heating tomorrow and then I won't bother you again at all!"
carol grins at you and rolled her eyes exasperatedly. "well, come on in then, you nuisance", she grumbles and pushes the door open wider.
a gush of warm wind meets your face and your so fast with rushing into her room, carol has to wonder if you don't secretly have some kind of abilities.
youâre in carols bed and under her covers before she can even utter a word, blinking up at her through your eyelashes.
she huffs quietly and rolls her eyes before crawling in bed with you.
âso how did-â
she cuts herself off as you roll on your side and latch onto her, wrapping your arms and legs tightly around her and nuzzling your cold nose into the side of her neck.
âalrightâ, carol mumbles and a little awkwardly wraps her arms around you. âthis is fineâ
you sigh and nuzzle further into her neck. âmore thanâ, you mumble and smile softly, already feeling sleepy with the warmth of both the blankets and carols body heat.
you still slept in carols before every night, and carol became almost used to it. how youâd curl up into her, sneak a hand onto her abs and breathed her in.
it was cute. you were cute.
âyou two a thing?â, tony asked one morning, as he and carol waited in the kitchen for the coffee machine to be done. his nods toward the living room, where youâre curled up with wanda and nat.
âwhat?â, carol rasps, eyes widening.
âsaw the two of you leave from your room this morningâ, tony says and shrugs, using carols momentary distraction to steal the first cup of coffee.
âno weâre notââ, carol furrows her brows and huffs. âitâs for warmth, you know, because of that power outageâ
now itâs tonys turn to frown. âfixed that like five days agoâ
carol blinks rapidly, not replying anything, but her eyes flicker to you.
you, who had been sneaking into her bed for almost a week now, claiming the heat didnât work. why would you lie ab- oh.
oh.
carol was going to ruin you.
carolâs already under the covers when you sneak in again, not even bothering to knock anymore. itâs become a routine, hasnât it? like gravity.
or your growing obsession with her biceps.
she lifts the blanket without a word and you slide in.
âstill no heating?â; she asks, voice low and teasing.
you hum noncommittally, already wrapping yourself around her. âguess notâ
âyou sure?â, she mumbles, a hand settling dangerously low in your back. her fingers splay wide â casually, but not really. âbecause tonyâs told me itâs fixedâ
busted.
you freeze, cheek pressed to her collarbone.
âso?â, carol says, her voice rougher now, almost amused. it sends shivers down your spine. âyouâve just been sneaking into my room every night for fun, huh?â
you donât answer. you canât, too busy trying not to combust out of shame.
âthat cute little act of yoursâŠâ her lips graze your ear as she speaks, breath fanning against it. âyou gonna tell me what you really want?â
you shift, thighs clenching and lips parting.
she notices.
a smirk stretches onto her lips and she shifts, propping on one elbow, eyes scanning your face. her gaze is steady â calculating.
âyou lied about the heating,â she mumbles, as if sheâs testing how much shame you can swallow under the mountain of a blanket above you.
you gulp hard. âmaybeâ
her smirk deepens, slow and devastating. âmaybe?â
carols hand slips under the blanket, trailing up your hoodie, fingertips dragging over bare skin. she hums thoughtfully. âsee, that sounds like a little brat move to meâ
you flinch. she catches it, pounces on it.
âthat what you are, sweetheart?â, her fingers ghost over your ribs. âa needy little brat who lies just to get in my bed?â
you squirm, not sure whether to protest or beg her to keep going. you donât find words to do either.
âmhm. maybe youâre really just coldâ, she whispers, letting her palm rest just beneath your breast, not quite touching it yet. âor maybe youâve been dying to get fuckedâ
a whimper rips from your throat.
âwellâ, she breathes out, leaning in, her lips brushing over yours but never fully kissing. âyouâve got me now. so tell me what you wantâ
âyouâ, itâs almost embarrassing how fast it splutters over your lips.
âsee, thatâs honestyâ, she muses.
you donât realise her handâs already slipped lower until she cups you between your thighs â warm through the fabric of your underwear. your hips jump.
âfuckâ, she mutters with a grin. âyouâre already wetâ
you nod, dazed. âhave been. since the doorâ, you whisper, mouth dry.
âshould have said that soonerâ, she grumbles, pupils dark. she kisses you then, deep and claiming. not soft and sweet. she bites your lower lip and pulls, just a little. just enough.
âstay hereâ, she demands lowly against your mouth. âdonât moveâ
you blink as she gets up, dazed by the kiss, watching her head towards her dresser.
you hear the drawer open, your heart stutters.
carol turns, holding something coiled in her hand. a harness.
the harness.
and god â the strap. a sleek, deep navy blue. thick. perfect. you bite your lip, hard.
âfigured iâd only need this when you finally crackedâ, she says, adjusting the straps as she walks back over. âdidnât think itâd take this longâ
you canât breathe. just stare as she slides into it, like she was born to wear a strap â tight, secure, absolutely in control. thereâs nothing playful in her face now. just hunger.
she climbs back onto the bed, straddling your hips and dragging the toy against your stomach. âstill cold, baby?â
you shake your head quickly, she smirks.
ânah. didnât think soâ
she leans down, the tip nudging between your thighs â just barely there, not even pushing. her hand wraps around your neck, thumb brushing your jaw.
âyou wanna be good for me?â, she asks with a slight rasp.
you nod.
âthen begâ
carol watches you squirm under her, the thick length of the strap resting right where you need it most. where you need her most. sheâs so close â but not giving you anything. yet.
her hand slides up your neck, cupping your jaw. her thumb brushes over your lips.
âopen.â
you part your lips without hesitation, and she slips her thumb inside, dragging it slowly over your tongue.Â
âgood girl,â, she murmurs, eyes heavy-lidded with lust. âso obedient when youâre desperateâ
you moan around her thumb, hips twitching. the pressure between your legs is unbearable, the strap right there, but sheâs just lazily rocking her hips enough to keep you on the edge.Â
âfuckâ carol, pleaseâ
âplease what?â, she leans in, breath hot against your cheek. her hand leaves your mouth and slides down your chest, shoving the hoodie up to expose your skin. âwant me to fuck you?â
you nod frantically, whining as the tip of the strap slides down, dragging over your fabric covered folds, teasing you.
âyou want me to fill you up with this cock?â, she whispers, lips brushing your jaw. âmake you cry on it?â
you whimper. âyesâ yes, fuck, i need itââ
she tsks softly. âyouâve been such a little brat. sneaking into my bed. lying.â her hand comes up and closes around your throat again. âand you want me to reward you?â
you nod helplessly. âplease, iâll be good. iâll be so good for you, carol, justâ please, fuck meâ
her eyes darken. âyou better beâ
she shifts, one strong hand gripping your hip as she finally, finally slides your underwear to the side and presses the tip in.
you gasp â stretching already, slow and thick. carol watches your face the entire time, breath shallow as she sinks in inch by inch.
âshit, sweetheartâ, she groans. âlook how well you take itâ
your eyes flutter shut, but her hand taps your cheek. itâs not gentle, but itâs not a slap either and she smooths your cheek over, as if brushing away any pain she might have inflicted. you kind of whish she would have slapped you. âeyes on meâ
you obey, and the look on her face â possessive, proud â nearly makes you come undone right then.Â
once sheâs fully inside, she holds there. lets you feel every inch. your walls pulse around her, need coiling tighter.Â
âyou look so fucking good under meâ, she breathes, pulling out just enough to thrust back in hard. you cry out, clinging to her shoulders.Â
âthat what you needed?â, she grunts, hips snapping forward again. âneeded your captain to fuck the brat right out of you?â
she doesnât. she sets a pace thatâs just this side of punishing, each thrust angled perfectly, dragging against your sweet spot until youâre shaking under her and leaving little crescent marks in her shoulders.Â
she leans in, biting your shoulder gently as her hips roll deep. you canât speak. canât think. only sob out her name, her title, over and over.Â
âlook at you,â she pants, her voice dark and deep. âyouâre fucking ripping. you gonna come for me, sweetheart? come on this cock?â
âyes, yesâ iâm close, please, pleaseââ
she stops.
you scream.
ânot yet,â she purrs, pulling out almost all the way. âyou come when i sayâ
you whimper, trembling, tears gathering in your eyes. âplease, captain, let me come, iâll be good, i swear! i need it so badâ pleaseââ
her eyes narrow and she smirks. âgood enoughâ
she slams back in, faster now, hips snapping, the wet sound of you taking her again and again driving you to the edge.Â
 âcome for me,â she growls. âmake a mess on my cockâ
you shatter.Â
your whole body arches, mouth open in a silent scream as you come hard, walls clenching hard around the strap. carol groans low in her throat and fucks you through every aftershock.Â
she doesnât stop until youâre twitching, boneless and whimpering.Â
then, she finally stills and gently pulls out, tugging you into her arms right away.
youâre limp. breathless. absolutely wrecked.Â
she kisses your forehead, a stark contrast to the way she had just absolutely ruined you. ânext time,â she whispers, âyou askâ
Here is your reminder that if someone is dating you at the moment, they're dating you for the 'you' that you are right now.
Not the version you want to be someday. Not for the skinnier or curvier you, not for the funnier or more serious you, not for the braver or smarter you, not for the "less of this" or "more of that" you, etc.
It's okay to want to become those things
But don't forget that they're dating you for the person you are right now.
You're already worthy, and you're already theirs. Go easier on the person you are right now, loves. Take a deep breath.
You're already worthy of love.
And if someone tries to change you, they aren't worthy of your love.
