Elizabeth Olsen x female reader imagines

Life With Elizabeth, Your Sugar Mama

It's a lazy weekday morning, and you're still wrapped up in the soft, expensive sheets of the king-sized bed, the scent of lavender and Elizabeth's delicate perfume lingering in the air. The sunlight filters through the sheer curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow. You stretch, reaching out for Elizabeth, but find her side of the bed empty. She's always up early, making deals, managing her businesses, or having important calls—yet still finding time to spoil you in ways you could've only dreamed of.

A moment later, the door to the bedroom opens, and there she is. Elizabeth walks in, dressed in a tailored, sleek designer suit—head-to-toe perfection. Her dark hair is pulled into a chic bun, and a pair of elegant earrings catch the morning light. She carries a tray with breakfast: fresh croissants, sliced fruit, and a steaming cup of your favorite coffee from that little café she loves to frequent. Her presence exudes confidence and power, but the look on her face as she gazes at you is soft, indulgent, full of affection.

"Morning, sleepyhead," she says with a smile, her voice a low purr that always sends a thrill through you. "Thought I'd bring you breakfast before I head out."

You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as she sets the tray down beside you. The food looks exquisite, as always—everything she does is done with such effortless elegance. You can't help but smile, knowing how lucky you are to have her in your life.

"Thanks, Elizabeth," you say, reaching for the coffee. You can already feel the warmth spreading through your chest, both from the drink and her attention. You know she doesn't have to do any of this—she's busy, wealthy, and could easily have someone else take care of the little things. But she doesn't. She loves doting on you, spoiling you, treating you like you're the most precious thing in her world.

She sits on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other, her gaze lingering on you with a satisfied gleam in her eyes. "I have a few meetings today, but I left my card on the dresser. Why don't you treat yourself while I'm gone?"

Your heart skips a beat at her words. The idea of spending her money is something you've grown accustomed to over time, though it still feels surreal. Elizabeth doesn't just buy you nice things—she insists on it. Whether it's clothes, gadgets, or experiences, she wants to make sure you're always surrounded by luxury. She loves seeing you in designer outfits, knowing she provided you with the best, and she revels in the joy you feel every time she buys you something new.

"Anything in particular you want me to pick up?" you ask, already knowing that her answer will be the same as always.

"Whatever you want," she says, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "You deserve to be spoiled. Just don't be shy about it." She leans in closer, brushing her fingers through your hair. "Get whatever catches your eye, baby."

Your stomach flips with excitement at the thought. Shopping, knowing the sky's the limit—it's something you're still getting used to, but the way she encourages it makes it easier. Elizabeth never holds back when it comes to treating you. Whether it's lavish gifts, spontaneous trips, or just a quiet day spent lounging at home in pure comfort, she's always making sure you're well taken care of.

She checks the time on her diamond-encrusted watch, the one she casually bought on a whim last month. "I've got to run, but I'll see you tonight. I'm thinking we can go somewhere nice for dinner." She winks, then stands up, giving you one last lingering kiss on the lips before grabbing her purse and heading out.

As the door closes behind her, you sink back into the plush pillows with a contented sigh. The house is quiet again, save for the distant hum of the city outside. You've grown accustomed to the rhythm of this life—the luxury, the freedom, the ease with which Elizabeth ensures you never have to want for anything.