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lots-of-pockets · 1 year

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When it rains, it pours.

My first collab with the awesome @goldenempyrean! I had tons of fun writing this with them so I hope you enjoy! (Lmk if you want a part 2!)

Pairings: Lizzie x you

Words: 2702

Warnings: none

Summary: Lizzie had stormed out of the house and straight into the pouring rain of the ongoing downpour…that really couldn’t have been good for her health. Luckily she had you there to take care of her.

As the rain battered loudly against the windows, you knew something was wrong. Lizzie had been quiet all evening, barely touching her dinner and avoiding eye contact with you for the whole of your meal despite you trying to engage her in conversation whilst simultaneously trying to figure out what was wrong - because something definitely was.

Then you made your mistake. It was one snide comment. Something so trivial. Any other day she would’ve smirked and thrown back a witty come back right back towards you…but not this time.

Instead she suddenly stood up, “No, absolutely not. Fuck this.” She hissed, her eyes burning daggers into you as she accidentally over her glass before marching straight towards out of the kitchen and towards the entrance to your home. Without another word, she flung open the main door and stormed out into the pouring rain outside, not bothering to stop and grab her coat before slamming the door closed behind her with a heavy thud.

“What the f-“ A loud crack of thunder had interrupted your curse as the bright flash of lightning briefly illuminated the dark sky outside before the already heavy rain began to violently beat down against the windows.

You found yourself cursing again, this time for another reason. Lizzie can’t be outside in that weather. There were a million reasons but most of all, it just wasn’t safe, especially not when you’d had severe weather warnings all week long. Without a second thought, you rushed to grab your coat and car keys before hurrying outside to go find your wife.

The heavy rain on the windshield of your car obscures your vision despite the window wipers going at full speed. You could barely see two foot in front of you, and you’d lost count of just how many times you’ve had to quickly slam your foot onto the break to prevent an accident.

Half an hour had passed since your wife had stormed out of the house, and despite your best efforts, you were no closer to finding her than you were when you'd first started.

Your concern had now grown to the point of being almost frantic, and despite your best efforts to blink them away, salty tears had begun to steadily stream down your cheeks.

Where in the heck was she?

Deciding you'd have better luck on foot, you pull your car off to the side of the road before climbing out. You were almost immediately soaked by the torrential downpour, and your mind instantly drifts back to Lizzie. She'd been out in the rain a lot longer than you had, so you could only imagine what state she'd be in when you find her.

Almost like God himself had heard your silent prayer, the familiar green of the hoodie she had put on this morning catches your eye from a few hundred years away. Her small figure seemed to be slumped defeatedly beneath a tree, and you blindly grab her coat from the passenger seat before quickly making your way over to her.

"Oh honey," you murmur once you get close enough. She was absolutely soaked to the bone; clothing saturated, hair plastered to either side of her face and her bottom lip visibly trembling.

Lizzie looks up at you, eyes shiny with what you could only assume were unshed tears. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't..." She trails off, seemingly insure on what she could say to make the situation better, and you shook your head dismissively as you crouched down and place the thick coat over her shoulders.

She seemed to instinctively curl into the warmth, allowing you reach forward and brush a soaked strand of hair out of her face.

"Let's go home, okay?" You murmured as you trailed the pad of your thumb over the wet skin, and Lizzie could only nod.

You stood up and hold out your hand for her to take. Lizzie seemed to hesitate for a moment before placing her small hand in yours, and you gently tugged her up to her feet. She leant heavily against you as you begin to walk back to the car, and you wrap an arm around her waist to steady her, not wanting her to slip on the muddy grass.

The journey back to your house is silent, the only sounds being the seemingly endless supply of raindrops hitting against the windshield along with the soft sniffles coming from your wife in the passenger seat. You're not entirely sure what had caused her to react so strongly earlier, but you know that you need to give her the space and time she needs to work through it. The last thing you wanted to do was to make things worse.

As you pull into your driveway, you turn off the car's engine and sit in silence for a few moments. Lizzie is still leaning against you the window, and you can see her still trembling slightly.

"Come on," you say softly, giving her a gentle nudge so she’d look up and realise that you were home, "Let's get inside and dry off. This weather’s nasty."

Lizzie nodded wordlessly, and you both make your way inside the house. As soon as you're through the door, you headed straight to the bathroom, where you start running a warm bath for her.

"Here," you said, passing Lizzie a towel. "Get out of those wet clothes, and I'll bring you something dry to wear."

Lizzie nodded again, taking the towel from you and disappearing into the bathroom. You could hear the sound of running water as you headed to the bedroom to find some dry clothes for her.

When you return to the bathroom, Lizzie is already in the bath, the warm water enveloping her. She looks up as you enter, and for a moment, you both just stare at each other.

"I'm sorry," Lizzie said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what came over me."

"It's okay," you reply, sitting down on the edge of the bath. As you sat beside her, you couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for your snide remark earlier. You had no idea what was going on with her, and you should have been more supportive instead of adding to her stress.

But you also couldn’t have known how she was feeling due to the fact she’d refused to talk to you, so you knew neither one of you were solely to blame.

“What happened?” You ask, making your voice as unaccusing as possible.

Lizzie sighs as she lays her head against the back of the tub. “It was nothing. Not really. I was just having a bad day. A build up of lots of things, you know?” She tentatively flickers her eyes over at you, and you find yourself nodding in understanding. You reach out and grab her hand that had been resting on the side on the tub, allowing her fingers to tangle with her own.

“I’m sorry if my comment made it worse. I didn’t mean to do that.” You apologise, and Lizzie nods appreciatively as she sits up. When she holds out her other hand, you lean closer and allow her to cup your cheek. She trails the pad of her thumb over the skin before lightly tugging you forward, and you couldn’t help but smile when she places her lips against your own.

You allowed it to linger for a little while before pulling away, the corners of your lips quirked up into an endearing grin. “You’re cute. Want me to wash your hair?”

Lizzie lets out a content sigh as she nods her head, and you watch as she skinks back into the water to wet her hair before reaching for the shampoo. A comfortable silence falls upon you as you work on washing her hair, your finger tips grazing soothingly over her scalp. Lizzie hums contently at the action, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sound as you press a chaste kiss to her forehead before grabbing the shower head.

Soon, you were both tucked up in bed, Lizzie’s smaller frame curled up against your own. You could feel her soft breath hitting your neck as she slowly succumbs to sleep. Although today had been rough, you were glad to end it like this. Tucked up in bed with your favourite person in the whole entire world.

You’d slept well that night and had woken up with Lizzie still curled into up into you – that was always a lovely thing to wake up too and it had started your morning perfectly.

As you slowly opened up your eyes fully, you noticed that the bedroom was being dimly lit by the soft glow of the morning sun peeking through the blinds, the previous night’s storm having blown over leaving behind a calm, blue sky in its place. Your gaze then travelled over down to your Lizzie again as she lay curled up, buried deep under the covers. She was adorable... But it was as you were admiring how cute she looked in that moment that you noticed how she was breathing heavier than usual, her chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm.

Concerned, you gently placed your hand on her forehead and immediately felt the heat radiating from her skin, unfortunately it seemed the action had stirred her a little as she groaned groggily as she began to slowly wake up.

You didn’t even have time to voice your concerns before Lizzie’s head was suddenly ducking forward into your chest with two sudden sneezes.

“EiiTSHHHu! Hhih- Hih-! HiiTSHHIEW!”

“Goodness, that’s a new way of saying goodmorning,” You chuckled, pretending not to notice Lizzie rubbing her nose against your shirt – in her defence, the poor woman was barely awake, her eyes were still shut slightly as she tried to wake up properly. She was really the cutest person in the world and even the fact that she'd just sneezed on you and rubbed it all over you didn't change that.

“Bless you, by the way.”

Lizzie let out a soft groan as she shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable again. You could tell that she was feeling miserable, her body shivering slightly despite the warmth of the blankets.

She groaned again and snuggled deeper into your embrace, desperate for some warmth. “Thanks,” she muttered hoarsely, her voice thick with a noticeable congestion before she broke off to turn away and cough weakly against her arm, grimacing a little afterwards at the pain in her chest.

"Baby..." Lizzie sniffled as she turned back towards you and buried her face back against your chest. "I don't feel very well." She croaked, her voice awfully sounding scratchy and hoarse.

You nodded knowingly as you began to comb your fingers through her slightly tangled hair. “Yeah, the sneezes kind of gave that away,” you teased lightly, and Lizzie gave you an unimpressed look as she brung her hand up to rub at her itchy nose.

“Sorry baby,” you murmured apologetically, leaning down to press a kiss against her rather warm forehead. “Are you up some some food? I don’t really want to give you any medicine on an empty stomach.” 

Before Lizzie could even begin to answer you, her breath hitched and she was stifling another sneeze into your chest, “Hitshhiew!” She let out a quiet groan knowing she was in for a long day. 

“Bless you honey.” You pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’ll go get you some fruit or something, okay?” 

Lizzie nodded with wet sniffle, and you made a mental note to also grab her a box of tissues as you climbed out of bed and shrug on a hoodie. 

The cold hit you the second your feet hit the tiled floor on the bottom of the staircase, and you shivered slightly as you head through to the kitchen. After turning on the light and washing your hands, you made quick work of preparing Lizzie some warm oatmeal, topping it with strawberries and blueberries. 

Placing the bowl on a tray along with some cough medicine, Tylenol, a bottle of water and a box of tissues, you made your way back upstairs and nudged the bedroom open with your hip. Lizzie was just as you’d left her, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight as you set the tray down onto the nightstand. 

“I brought you oatmeal.” You greeted her with a soft smile as you climbed back into bed and held open your arms. 

Lizzie sniffles softly as she curls up against your side, “Yummy.” She murmured, voice sounding full of congestion. 

You pouted softly at the sound as you reached for the oatmeal, scooping out a small spoonful and blowing on it to make sure it wasn’t too hot before holding it to her lips. She accepted it with a soft hum or content, and it told you that whatever illness she had hadn’t yet taken away her ability to taste. 

“Good?” You asked, preparing another spoonful, and Lizzie nodded her head as her lips once again part. She slowly but surely made her way through half of the bowl before lightly pushing it away, and you accepted her silent implication and placed it back down. 

“Alright my love, time for some medicine.”

Lizzie whinged a little, but that only made her cough harshly into her fist, “Okay fine.” She mumbled quietly after she’d finished coughing.

“Good girl, let’s open this up for you.” You smiled, running your hand through her hair then down onto her back before grabbing the bottle of cough medicine and pouring out the appropriate dose.

“Drink this for me sweetheart.” You encouraged her lightly, handing her the small cup which she brought to her lips.

Once she had swallowed the last of the medicine, you took the cup from her and smiled down at the small redhead. "Good job baby, that soothe help your cough a bit. Can you tell me how you feel though, like symptom-wise?”

She nodded, taking a second to grab a tissue to wipe against her runny nose before she began speaking, “My head feels achy and it feels really stuffy in my sinuses. My throat’s sore too and I’m keep feeling like I’m getting chills.”

“Awh, baby,” you pouted sympathetically as she described how she felt, “I think you’ve just caught yourself a head-cold. You do feel warm though, do you feel feverish?”

Lizzie sighed and seemed to think for a moment before quietly mumbling, “A little…”

Placing a tender kiss down to her forehead only confirmed her words, “Poor thing, you definitely feel a like you’re running a temperature. How about I go get a cool cloth for your head? I think we may actually have some of those fever reducing patches somewhere, the ones that go on your head.”

Lizzie sniffled softly, “That’d be nice, thank you.” She murmurs with a smile, and you return it before climbing out of bed with the intention of fetching her a fever reducing patch.

After a few minutes of looking, you find them in the medicine cabinet along with all the other medications, and after grabbing one out of the box, you make your way back into the bedroom.

“Here you are baby.” You murmur, gently placing it onto her forehead. You even press a soft kiss against the top of it for good measure.

“Thank you.” Lizzie murmurs sleepily as her heavy lids close, and you give her cheek a tender touch before climbing into bed next to her. She almost instinctively curls into your side, and you wrap your arms around her before allowing your own eyes to slip closed too.

Apparently falling asleep next to her and allowing her to breathe all over you wasn’t a good move on your part.

Because when you finally came to a few hours later, there was a familiar stuffiness growing in your head. Lizzie was still snoozing away against you, her breathing slightly hoarse, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. That smile however, was soon wiped from your face when you feel your nose begin to itch.

“Huh’htschoo!”

Oh no...

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wandaspup · 14 days

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I choked. Can’t breathe. Help help help. I’ll be whatever she wants me to be. She owns me. Oh lord I’m praying to my goddess Lizzie Olsen. Need her to slap me, spit in my mouth, choke me, call me nasty names, degrade me. I am her whore.

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scarletlizzard · 3 months

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Valentines Day

Pairing: wanda x female reader

Tags Minors DNI: fluff, tooth rotting fluff, smut, fingering, strap on use (R receiving), oral (W receiving), blink and you'll miss it parent trauma, love ×4, reader being a hopeless romantic

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A/N: Happy Valentines Day, my loves!! I hope everyone has a wonderful day filled with love. And if you don't have a Valentine, you do now! ❤️ Just remember you're loved beyond what you think 😊

Thanks for reading! Be my Valentine?

□ Yes

□ No

■ In a delusional relationship with Wanda Maximoff

(I totally understand, you picked correctly)

❤️❤️❤️❤️

Valentines Day was a special day for you.

You loved, love. The idea of being in love, the idea of someone loving you. Every year it came around, you wished you had someone to spoil with love and flowers and notes. To feel the butterflies in your stomach.

Thankfully, love came in many different forms.

10 Years Old

"What's a Valentine?" You hear from across the room a girl ask your teacher. The class was working on Valentines Day cards during art. You quickly looked up from the card to see the teacher walk to the girl.

"Well, you can ask someone to be your Valentine, or someone could ask you," she says softly and leans down over the brown headed girls' desk. "You see a valentine can be anyone special to you. A friend, a love, anyone you admire."

The small girl nods thoughtfully and looks back towards you. With wide eyes, you blush and look back to the card you were working on, coloring in a crooked heart on the front.

"Who's your Valentine?" The boy sitting next to you asks, causing giggles from the classroom.

"My valentine," she thinks for a moment and looks around the room. "Well, all of you, of course!" The class laughs again, and you can't help the smile on your small face.

"And who is your Valentine, Pietro?" The teacher smirks at the boy next to you. He doesn't move or cower, but with confidence, he stands and looks at the table next to you.

"Mary, will you be my Valentine?" Pietro asks a tiny girl with glasses and blonde pigtails. Her face turns red as the class laughs.

You can hear them talking as you continue to work on your card, putting extra care into the portrait inside. To anyone else, it was a child's drawing, but to you, it was your best work. You finish coloring, and with your best handwriting, you sign the card, adding a few more hearts.

Pietro nudges your shoulder, causing you to close the card quickly.

"That was easy! Who is yours?" he smiles and tries to grab your card.

"Pietro, stop!" You groan as you push him away, the two of you laughing as you play. He finally gives up, and you hold the card to your chest.

"Fine, don't tell your best friend.." Pietro says and shakes his head, smiling.

At the end of every day, you meet the Maximoffs out front of school to walk home. Today, you were met with only Wandas smiling face.

"Where's Pietro?" You ask as the two of you begin to walk side by side.

"He's walking with Mary ," Wanda giggles and jumps over a large crack in the sidewalk. You think back to earlier when she asked the teacher what a valentine was, and you stopped walking.

She gives you a curious look as you take your backpack off and set it on the ground, opening it up.

"I um.. I have.. well, here," you manage to get out, handing the card you so carefully made to Wanda. She smiles as she takes it from you, staring at the heart on the front. When she opens it inside, she sees a drawing of the two of you, the words inside:

Thanks for being my best friend

Will you be my Valentine?

To: Wands

From: Y/N

The writing is messy and crooked, as you were a better artist than you were with words. By now, your backpack was back on, and Wanda looked to you with a wide grin.

"Of course I will!" She laughs excitedly and throws her arms around you in a quick hug. A weird feeling in your stomach happens as she does, but you ignore it and hug her back.

Wanda takes your hand and begins walking again, swinging your hands back and forth and holding the homemade card in her other hand.

"Y/N?" Wanda asks as the two of you reach her house.

"Yeah, Wands?" You smile at her and watch as she picks a red flower out of the bush in her front yard. She hands it to you with red cheeks.

"Since we're best friends, we should be Valentines every year." You take the flower and smile.

"Every year?" You ask her. Wanda nods quickly.

"Okay then, Valentine. Every year!" The two of you laugh and go your separate ways.

17 Years Old

You stand at your open locker, switching out books between classes when a person hits their back against the locker next to yours.

"What are your plans tomorrow?" He asks and raises an eyebrow, signature smirk on his lips. You think about the card in your backpack and shrug, looking to the blonde haired boy.

"I don't think I'm doing anything this year," you mumble. Pietro frowns and gives you a confused look.

"I thought you and Wanda always do something?" He asks, and you sigh, looking away.

"She'll probably do something with Jarvis. He is her boyfriend..."

"Oh whatever, the guys a loser," Pietro scoffs and looks at you with a knowing eyes.

"Did you ask anyone else?" He asks, again, knowing.

You shake your head. "Not this year."

You look up at him and follow his gaze down the hall. Wanda stood talking to Jarvis, seeming to have a heated discussion. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head at the boy.

"Hey, I can be your Valentine. I mean, close enough to Wanda, right?" Pietro smiles at you, and you raise an eyebrow, cheeks heating.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you shrug and close the locker. He laughs.

"Oh, you're right. I have no clue that you're in love with my sister, my mistake," he puts his hands up in defense, another smirk on his face. "I'm not as dumb as you two think I am. Certainly not as dumb as her for not getting it...." Pietro puts a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"Is it that obvious?" You groan and rest your head against his shoulder. He hugs you tightly.

"Painfully..." He chuckles.

So there you sat on Valentines Day in your bedroom, for the first year without a Valentine.

Every year you and Wanda would do something together, you would always make her a card. She would always get you flowers. Maybe you would watch a movie or take a walk to the 24/7 dinner that serves your favorite pancakes.

You had two partners before, both cut short due to the fact that your heart belonged to someone else. Wanda also had boyfriends and girlfriends before, but they never stayed together long enough to matter, and she never seemed to have one during Valentines.

You knew eventually it would happen.

Eventually your best friend, who you were deeply, fucked up ridiculously, in love with, would be with someone else. You hadn't told her how you felt, because you didn't want to ruin what you had... you weren't sure if she felt the same way and you couldn't risk the friendships of the two most important people in your life.

So you were trying to be okay with the fact that you were by yourself. You put on a stupid cheesy rom com on your laptop and pulled the blanket up on your chest. Trying not to think of Wanda.

A noise against the window disrupts your train of thoughts. You groan and turn up the movie, but the tapping sound happens again, and again.

Until finally, you hear a 'crack' and sit up quickly. You turn to your right to the window and see a small crack in your window, thankfully not splintering off into more cracks. When you walk over and look outside, you see Wanda down below with her hands on her mouth. You open the window and look down at her with a surprised expression.

"Wanda.. what are you doing here? And why are you breaking my window?" You whisper down to her.

"Oh my god, I-I'm so sorry! I was trying to throw rocks! You know? Like in those movies you love!" She's laughing nervously now, and you can't help but laugh with her. "Can I come up?" She asks, and you nod, waving your hand.

You quickly step back to check yourself in the mirror, running your fingers through your messy hair and groaning at the sight of your red looking eyes. You rub them a little as you hear Wanda climbing into the window.

"That tree gets harder to climb every year," she mumbles to herself and plants her feet on the floor, smiling at you. The two of you stand staring for a moment in silence.

"Hi..." Wanda whispers, coaxing you as she takes a step forward. You roll your eyes playfully and laugh.

"Hi..." You whisper back, looking to her hand behind her back.

"You um, you didn't make me card this year," her voice is soft, tone almost hurt sounding. You look around the room and shrug.

"I wasn't sure if I should." As you speak, she holds out a red rose, the same rose she gave you every year from the bush in front of her house. You take it with a smile, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach as her fingers brush against yours.

"Well, it's okay, you're still my Valentine." Wanda speaks matter of factly and puts her hands in her jean pockets. You raise an eyebrow at her.

"But what about...?" You ask, hinting to her boyfriend. Wanda nods and hums.

"Well, we uh, broke up yesterday."

"Wanda.. why didn't you tell me?"

"Why do you keep calling me that?" She asks back, ignoring your question. You frown.

"Your name?" You raise an eyebrow, confused. Wanda moves to sit on the edge of your bed, resting her hands on her knees.

"You've called me Wands since we were 10 years old. The past couple of months, you haven't said it once..."

And there it was again, the hurtful tone of voice and sad green eyes. Had you really not? The couple of months she's been.. dating Jarvis. You've been trying to hold back, you hadn't even realized.

Instead of speaking, you turn your back and reach for your backpack by your desk, pulling out a homemade card. With red cheeks, you hand it to her, standing in front of her nervously.

Wanda smiles at the front, a detailed heart on the cover. Inside was an intricate penciled portrait of her, down to every detail. The smile lines on her cheeks, the few freckles, that could have formed a constellation, spread on her face. She half gasped half chuckled as her fingers traced the lines, along with the heartfelt words you wrote beside it. At the bottom signed:

Thanks for being my everything

Will you be my Valentine?

To: Wands

From: Y/N

"You know, for such an amazing artist, your handwriting still looks like it did in grade school," she jokes as she looks up at you. You finally break a smile at the comfort of her joking demeanor. You sit next to her on the bed and stare at the rose in your hand.

"I don't think it'll ever get better," you sigh with a chuckle, feeling her shoulder press against yours. There's a quiet moment before she speaks again.

"I couldn't see him being my Valentine," Wanda speaks quietly, turning to face you. You do the same, heart in your throat. "I couldn't see him being my anything, really..." She leans closer, you can smell the scent of her cinnamon gum and vanilla perfume as she does.

"Oh?" You swallow hard as her face is inches from yours. She nods slowly.

"There's really only one person I want... but I don't know if she feels the same," Wanda mumbles, eyes glancing from your lips back to your eyes.

"I'm sure anyone, especially her, would love to have you," you whisper, feeling her arm move around your waist.

"You think so?" A small smirk on her lips makes the butterflies in your stomach flap their wings.

"Definitely..." You nod, bringing a hand up to caress her cheek.

It's when Wanda leans in and closes the space between you, her soft lips moving against yours, that the butterflies inside of you soar.

21 Years Old

Wanda giggles as she pulls you inside her bedroom, shutting the door. She wastes no time pressing your back against it, her lips attaching to the curve of your neck.

"Happy Valentines Day, babygirl..." Wanda whispers against your skin. You smile and grip onto the back of her shirt tightly.

"Happy Valentines, Wands..." You rasp out as she sucks harshly on your pulse point. "Oh! Y-Your card," you moan as her hands find their way under your dress.

Wanda pulls back with a smile, "Y/N, do we really need to worry about the card right now?" You take in her puffy red lips and darkened eyes, the way her hair was already ruffled from when your fingers tangled through the strands. She looked like she wanted to devour you.

"I um guess we can probably worry about that later," you giggle and lean in.

"Thank god," She laughs as she meets you, kissing your lips with the same passion she always did. You can taste the alcohol on her tongue as she slides it into your mouth. Wanda lifts your dress up your thighs, her knee pressing between your legs.

"I'm so glad you wore this pretty dress to dinner," she groans into your mouth, grabbing your hips and pushing them down. You grind yourself onto her thigh, feeling yourself become wetter with every move of her leg.

"Just for you, baby," you moan and hold onto the sides of her neck, fingers brushing against her sharp jaw.

"That's right sweetheart move your hips- just like that, fuck you're so pretty..." Wanda purrs and lets her lips travel back to your neck. You feel the burn in your stomach become hotter, coiling up inside as your clit rubs against the rough fabric of her pants. You can't help the whimper escape your lips as your desperation builds.

"Wands, I need you to touch me please," you beg.

She doesn't waste another minute taking you to her bed, the two of you undressing each other as you stumble backward giggling. You loved that about Wanda, how comfortable she always made you feel in every moment. That even in the most intimate of moments, you could still laugh.

You lay your head down onto her pillow, the tantalizing smell of vanilla and Wanda invading your senses, as she crawls on top of you. She kisses every inch of skin she can, whispering sweet words as she does. Your hands grab onto any part of her that you can, nails scraping the skin of her back.

"Just like that baby?" Wanda smirks as two fingers slip inside of you, pumping in and out at an even pace. You moan at her words and nod, holding onto the back of her neck.

"Y-Yes just like that fuck!" She watches your chest become red, spreading up to your neck and cheeks. Wanda would never get tired of that fucking blush. It only drove her to move her fingers faster, curling them inside of you as she did. Her mouth collides against yours in another heated kiss, the two of you moaning into the other.

She feels you tighten around her fingers and whispers, "Cum for me babygirl. That's it, that's it baby.." coaxing the orgasm out of you.

Wanda gives you a moment to come down before removing her fingers. As she kisses your jaw, you let out a happy sigh.

"Let's try it out," you whisper, nodding your head in the direction of the new box on her end table. Wanda pulls back with a glint in her eye.

"Yeah?" She smiles widely, and you nod, watching her closely as she stood from the bed.

You don't think you would ever get over seeing your girlfriend, bare for your eyes only. She was beautiful, the most perfect woman alive. It doesn't take long for her to climb back on top of you, this time with a strap attached at her hips.

"It might be a little bit uncomfortable at first, but it'll feel so good," she assures as she presses the tip up and down your slick folds, your arousal wetting the plastic cock easily. "Just tell me if it's too much, okay?"

Wanda gives you a serious look, making your heart swell at the care she took in you. You nod, "I will Wands," you whisper and watch as she smiles.

She slides it in slowly, pausing to check on you as she stretches you out. The feeling was new and unexpected. Wanda peppers your face with soft kisses and praises you as you become adjusted.

"You're doing so good for baby..."

"Almost all of it, just a little bit more..."

"There you go, that's it, sweetheart..."

As she bottoms out inside of you, her hips meet yours, a moan leaves her lips at the feeling of the strap rubbing her deliciously. You reach your hands up to move the fallen strands of brown hair out of her face and your arms wrap around her sides. Wandas soft hands move to fold your legs around her waist, you feel her move deeper inside of you.

"You okay?" She asks carefully, looking down at you.

"I'm okay, it-it feels good," you rasp out as she begins to move a little faster.

"Just- fuck -just tell me if it's too much okay baby?" Wanda moans and the look on her face, the pleasure between her parted lips and furrowed brows would be enough to draw out another orgasm.

You lean up and kiss her again. It's a messy kiss as the two of you begin breathing heavier, Wanda finding a steady rhythm as she thrusts inside of you.

"Christ, Wands, it feels so good," you moan into her mouth.

Her arm slides underneath your shoulders, bodies pressing impossibly close as she rocks into you.

"I love you so much, so much," she breathes against your skin, her lips attaching to your neck.

Your fingers dig into her skin, one hand scratching up her back as you hold onto the back of her neck. "I love you - oh god! - so much baby," you stutter out as her pace quickens, another orgasm quickly approaching.

The way she held onto you, the kisses she left on your skin, the whispers of how beautiful you were, you had never felt more loved in your whole life. As Wanda kisses you again with a smile on her lips, you feel the love you held for her swell in your chest, the butterflies in your stomach going wild at the sounds of her moaning your name.

You look over at the alarm clock on Wandas' nightstand, seeing 3am. She has her arms wrapped around you, both of your legs tangled together as you turn back to face her.

"We stayed up all night," you giggle with red cheeks, looking at her peaceful demeanor. Your finger runs across her chest, marking a path from the marks you left on her skin.

"Totally, totally worth it," Wanda chuckles and scrunches her nose. You can't help but lean forward to kiss it. "You know what I could really go for right now?"

She smiles at the way your eyes light up excitedly.

"Pancakes?" You ask.

"Pancakes."

So there you were at almost 4 in the morning at the dinner you had shared many pancakes with Wanda over the years, sitting in the same booth, dressed in one of Wandas shirts and a pair of her sweatpants.

You slide her homemade card across the table.

"For you, my love," you smile brightly at her, watching eagerly as she reads the card and brushes her fingertips over the drawing inside.

"I think this might be your best handwriting yet," Wanda jokes with a smirk, acting shocked when you throw a napkin at her. "I love it so much." She holds it to her chest, meaning it.

"I um, I got you something a little different this year," she says quietly, her cheeks becoming a light shade of pink. You look curiously as she reaches for something in her pocket.

She sets a small velvet box on the table, and your eyes go wide at the sight of it. "Wanda..." You whisper, her eyes going wide too.

"It's not exactly what you think! Its.." She puts her head down and laughs to herself, amazed she still had nerves when talking to you after all these years. "Here," she says and hands it to you.

You open the box to find a gold ring. The band was made of little gold metal leaves and thorns, at the top sat a red gem.

"It's a rose that will last forever," she says as you stare at the ring. "There will be more flowers, and there will be another ring, in the future." She makes clear and reaches out to take your hand, sliding the ring onto your finger. "For my little Valentine, a rose for every day."

Tears well in your eyes at the sentiment, at the way she softly held onto your hand and looked at you with a gentle smile. Her green eyes shimmer in the dim lighting of the old diner, the blue lights that lit up the sign outside highlight the angles of her face.

Looking at the smile on Wandas lips and the blush on her cheeks is enough for the swarm of butterflies to take flight inside you, beating their delicate wings against the walls of your stomach.

25 Years Old

"Please go check on her for me? It'll make me feel better if I know she's okay," Wanda says to her twin, fixing the bowtie that lay crooked on his shirt.

"Sestra, you have nothing to worry about. Y/N is in the other room right now, totally fine," Pietro says with a comforting smile. He leans in to kiss Wandas cheek, stopping at the door before he walks out to give her another look. "You really do look beautiful..." He says softly.

Wanda smiles as she looks in the mirror then to him, her skin reddening under the white lace.

"Thank you, Pietro..." She whispers. He nods, leaving the small room to walk down the hall to yours.

"Alright, Y/N, you ready to -" Pietro stops as he shuts the door behind him. He watches as you look over to him with a sad smile, a few tears falling down your face. You quickly wipe them away.

"Hey, sorry is it time?" You ask with a small sniffle. Pietro raises an eyebrow.

"You aren't walking out on my sister, are you? Cause that will be really awkward for both of us."

You can't help but chuckle at his joke, feeling relief when he steps closer and pulls you into a comforting hug. He gives you a moment to cry on the shoulder of his tux, resting his cheek on the top of your head.

As he looks around the empty room, he realizes the reason for your tears.

"They aren't coming, are they?" Pietro sighs and hugs you tighter as you shake your head no.

"Well, no worries... I happen to be great at walking girls down the aisle." He pulls back, signature smirk on his face.

You wipe your eyes as you look at him, "Really?"

"Y/N, we've been best friends forever, I already think of you as my sister..." He chuckles and hands you a tissue.

As you wipe your tears, you look up to the man, seeing the little boy who grew up beside you all those years ago. The one who teased you about everything, playful fights in the halls. The one who was always the shoulder to cry on. The one who always made you laugh when you needed to smile.

"Thank you, Pietro. For everything." You sigh and hug him again, thanking God for the Maximoff twins.

"Now... I told Wanda you were doing totally fine in here, so we're going to keep that lie going."

You finally smile, and when it reaches your eyes, Pietro grins, holding his arm out to you.

Wanda smiles as her father kisses her forehead, dropping her off at the altar. Although, it fades as she looks beside her parents to see a missing spot. Her eyebrows furrow as she looks for her twin, worry getting the best of her as her eyes search for him.

But when she looks down the aisle and sees the woman who held her heart, arm in arm with the man who was her other half, she can't help the tears that stream down her cheeks or the smile that takes over her face.

"When we were 10 years old, you handed me a card and asked me to be your Valentine," Wanda says and takes your hand in hers, squeezing tightly. "I told you since we were best friends we should just be each others Valentines every year."

Guests around the room chuckle from their seats, a blush forms on your face at the memory and the way her green eyes hold so much love for you as she stares into your own. The world around you blurs, and time seems to stop as the words leave Wandas mouth. In that moment, it truly was just the two of you.

"So I'm saying now, that I want to be your Valentine forever."

The two of you exchange rings, and Wanda slides another band next to the rose ring you already wore.

On this Valentines Day, you say "I Do," and listen to the same two words slip her tongue.

And when instructed to kiss the bride, she wraps her arms around your lower back and pulls you to her, kissing you as if she wanted to convey a lifetime of affection in that one moment. With each kiss, Wanda could feel your love pouring into her a warmth spreading through her body like sunlight on her favorite summer day.

Amongst the cheers and applause of both of your loved ones, you felt the same feeling you always did inside of you when you were with Wanda, a kaleidoscope of butterflies in a storm.

32 Years Old

"Ohh sweetheart, just like that fuck!" Wanda half whispers half moans, her fingers tangling in your hair as you continue to let your mouth devour her. Your hands hold onto her thighs, keeping them spread as you lick upwards and suck on her clit.

A soft sigh escapes her lips, her back arching in response to the sensation. A gentle blush spreads across her cheeks as she looks down to see your eyes were already on her, watching her reaction. You hum against her, the vibrations causing her to surrender to the pleasure.

"Baby I'm gonna cum! Don't stop, please - oh god," she says and feels your hand reach up to cover her mouth.

With each breath, she feels a wave of bliss wash over her, a symphony of pleasure leaving her lips. You moan against her, your tongue lapping up everything she'll give you.

Wanda lets out an exasperated laugh as you finish, covering her face with her hands. You smile up at her, lips wet with her arousal as you chuckle at the sight of her.

"I told you I wanted breakfast in bed this morning," you grin, and she laughs even harder, catching her breath. You grab her hand and kiss the finger that wore her wedding ring.

"Happy Anniversary, Wands..." You say with a cheeky smile. The blush stays on her face as she leans up to kiss you, tasting herself.

"Happy Anniversary, my little Valentine," she smiles into the kiss and wraps her arms around your neck.

"About that..." You say with a joking wince, looking at the confused expression on her face.

"So you aren't going to ask me to be your Valentine this year?" Wanda pouts and gives you her best sad eyes. You kiss her nose.

"Unfortunately, you're going to have to share," you say, and at the realization, Wanda nods. Her heart flutters in her chest as she looks at you with a soft smile.

"I suppose we will have to share, won't we?" Wanda giggles, and you can't help but laugh as you hear small knocking on the door to your bedroom.

The two of you quickly help clean each other up in a fit of giggles and kisses, and as you walk to the door, you both hear the voices of tiny whispering from behind the wood.

"What color is yours?"

"Mom likes red so I did that,"

"But I did red too!"

"It's fine yours is different!"

You open the door to reveal the other set of twins that held your heart, a smile on your face as you see the pair holding a piece of paper each.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" You ask and watch as Tommy runs in the room, jumping on the bed into Wandas arms. Billy just smiles up at you, and you chuckle with a small shake of your head as you lift him up.

"We made you Valentimes Day cards!" He beams at you, his eyes sparkling with pride. Your eyes meet Wandas at his adorable pronunciation of the word, a small silent laugh shared between you as you carry him to the bed.

As the four of you sit in the bed, boasting over your boys handmade cards decorated with crayon hearts and crooked letters of messages with love, you feel the purest form of love.

You look from the twins to your wife, feeling her squeeze your hand as her eyes set on yours. A surge of gratitude and love wash over you.

You think back to all of the Valentines leading up to this one, wondering how you could've gotten so lucky. You felt lucky to be surrounded by so much love, to know what it felt like to be loved.

Wanda leans over and kisses your cheek, seeing the overwhelming happiness in your eyes.

"Our two little Valentines," she says with a chuckle, kissing the top of the boys head.

#marvel #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #valentines day #elizabeth olsen #wanda x reader #lizzie olsen

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natsgrave · 5 months

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TOLERATE IT | elizabeth olsen

While you were out building other worlds, where was I? You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I break free and leave us in ruins? ( story inspired by @taylorswift song bcs i love her sm ) i'm not sure if someone else already wrote something like this or what, but if you see a story quite similar to this, let me know so i could give them a proper credit. thankyou!! ( colored wording would be the lyrics ) i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other sites. plagiarism is a crime!! masterlist

Y/N'S POV Lizzie and I had been together for five years. We met in college, fell deeply in love, and spent countless nights talking about our dreams and aspirations. We were each other's rock, supporting each other through thick and thin.

But how can a perfect relationship turn into a toxic one where we barely talk anymore?

I sit and watch you reading with your head low

I don't know what happened. I don't know how to fix it, it that I didn't even know exist. One second we were fine then the next, we're like strangers.

All I could do is sit here and watch her read the script for her new movie. Reading with her head low and sitting far away from me, almost as if I have a disease. As if there's an invisible wall between us.

We would always sit in silence, her pretending to watch TV or read books, but the tension between us was palpable. I know she could feel my eyes on her, but she never spared me a glance. It was as if she was avoiding me intentionally.

Minutes ticked by, and I decided to make her food. After making anchovy, I gently touch her on the shoulder. She jumped, startled, and looked up to find me standing next to her, holding out a plate.

"I made you your favorite," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Anchovy toast."

Lizzie took the plate from my hand, "Thank you." she replied before looking back at the script once again.

I simply nodded and sat down where I originally sitting, and focused on my own hands folded in my lap with a sigh.

I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes close. I sit and watch you, I notice everything you do or don't do, you're so much older and wiser

I woke up around five in the morning, the sun hadn't completely risen yet, but the little lighting shone through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. My gaze fell upon my girlfriend, who lay beside me sleeping lightly. The rise and fall of her chest matched the rhythm of her breathing, a calming sight that used to bring me comfort.

As I lay in bed, I couldn't help but watch my partner, Lizzie, sleeping peacefully beside me. I stayed there, watching her for a moment and appreciate the sight before me. But despite the serenity of the scene, I still felt a pang of sadness in my heart.

Lizzie had always been a restless sleeper, constantly shifting positions throughout the night and sometimes even talking in her sleep. But tonight, she was lying completely still, her face calm and relaxed. If someone saw it, they would instantly let it go and think that she's in a deep slumber but I'm not just someone.

I know the truth.

She was pretending to be asleep and it felt like she didn't want to wake up beside me, like she is simply tolerating my presence.

I wait by the door like I'm just a kid, use my best colors for your portrait

They were small things I did for her, but meaningful nonetheless. Always wait by the door every day to greet her, to offer and show her some love and comfort after a hard day at work. I would always stand there, gazing out into the evening sky, hoping to catch a glimpse of my lover making her way home from work. It didn't matter what time it was, or how tired I am after a long day, I always made sure to be there, waiting for Lizzie.

I even took painting classes as it seemed to ease my mind. I poured all of my emotions into my painting, using every color in the palette to capture the beauty of Lizzie's face. I spent hours each day working on the portrait, trying to convey the depth of my feelings for her and I'd use my best colors for her portraits.

Lay the table with the fancy shit, and watch you tolerate it

I had always been a perfectionist when it comes to cooking and entertaining. I would always spent hours in the kitchen, preparing elaborate meals and setting beautiful tables for my lover. I would carefully select the finest ingredients, meticulously prepare each dish, and arrange the table with exquisite linens, flowers, and candles.

I'd make her favorite dishes, lay the table with best cutlery and yet again, no matter how hard I tried, she never seemed to appreciate my efforts. All Lizzie gave back were strained smiles, small and almost whispered hums, and nods in acknowledgment of my attempts, and a whisper of "thanks," as she shoveled the food into her mouth, barely taking the time to taste or savor any of it.

she seemed to simply… tolerate it.

If it's all in my head tell me now, tell me I've got it wrong somehow

Despite my best efforts to communicate openly and honestly with Lizzie, I felt like she wasn't really listening to me, and it made me feel invisible. I began to wonder if I was overthinking everything, if maybe I was the one who was misinterpreting our interactions. Maybe I was being too sensitive, too needy.

Maybe I was the one who was crazy, paranoid.

I felt so alone, so lost, and so unsure of what to do.

I know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it

I began to feel like I was living in a dream world where everything I created was invisible to everyone else. It was as if I was speaking a language that nobody understood, except for my own echoes in mind.

"Liz," I said with a trembling voice, "I've been giving everything I have to make you happy, but it feels like you don't see or appreciate it anymore. I feel taken for granted."

My choice of words caught her off guard, she paused for a moment before responding. "Y/N, I never asked you to do all these things for me. I don't need grand gestures to feel loved, I thought you knew that."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this really what our relationship had become? A constant stream of argument and neglect?

Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the disconnect between our expectations. I had been trying so hard to show her love in a way that I thought she would appreciate, but it had only pushed us further apart.

And it happen, I finally snapped.

I felt a surge of anger and frustration well up inside of me.

Why was I putting so much effort into something that seemed to bring her no joy? Why did I care so deeply about pleasing someone who didn't seem to care about me at all?

I knew, I couldn't keep living this way, constantly pouring my heart and soul into something that brought me nothing but pain and disappointment. I realized that no matter how much I gave, Lizzie would never truly reciprocate and still, I constantly yearn for someone who clearly did not want me.

With a heavy heart, I packed my bags. Our relationship had become toxic, with me constantly sacrificing myself for someone who didn't appreciate me. I knew it was time to leave, before I lost any more pieces of myself.

Before leaving, I took a one last look, the last thing I want to remember was the way Elizabeth used to laugh at my jokes, enjoy our food, take me out on dates. The last thing I want to remember was how she used to love my presence, and not just tolerate it.

Maybe one day someone would be enough to have their love celebrated by her.

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themidnightcrimson · 1 year

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nightclub ∗ eo

summary: in which you and your ex, lizzie, catch up in a nightclub bathroom.

words: 5.1K

warnings: top!lizzie, bottom!reader, fem!reader, angst if you squint, strap (r receiving), lots of french kissing, alcohol, really nasty fucking, there may be errors bc i was so feverish writing this

this post is for 18+ only. minors dni.

masterlist.

The neon blue and purple lights blinded you as you stepped into the club. Loud, pulsing music boomed in your ears as you inhaled the scent of alcohol and mixtures of over-drenched perfumes on the bodies of the crowd of people dancing. It was a warm room compared to the cool, spring night air.

Your friends had goaded you to come to the club tonight. It was a VIP establishment, made apparent by the celebrities and people of notoriety that you had already spotted in the large, luxurious club. Lizzie’s friends were your friends, and as such, you were invited to the after party for the Love and Death premiere even though you hadn’t talked to Lizzie in months. Whatever you had together fizzled away after an accumulation of arguments and misunderstandings. Lizzie was a slippery fish to catch, and you didn’t have the strength or energy to catch her. It was depressing.

They vowed to you that she wouldn’t be there tonight, which you believed independently from their promises because Lizzie never came to these kinds of things. You knew she would attend the primary premiere party earlier in the afternoon across town, but this kind of late-night event was never her thing. Your friends wanted you there not to celebrate her show, but to just be there with them after hiding yourself away for so long.

Still, walking through the crowd, you couldn’t help but dart your eyes around to catch a familiar blonde head or recognizable green eyes. You thought you heard her voice at one moment but realized it was a stranger talking that just so happened to sound like her. It was dizzying, knowing that there was a slight possibility she would be there, that you would face her after everything and face all the words that were left unsaid after your parting.

Relief washed over you when you found your group of friends nearby, who spotted you and waved you over. “Y/n!” they greeted you, giving you extra tight hugs and prolonged greetings.

You were wearing a thin little black dress, strapless at the chest and fading into a sheer skirt that rested above your knees. It wasn’t anything too fancy, but it was sexy enough to grant you leering looks from various people around. The validation soothed you, if you admitted it.

Your friends, donned in the purple hue of the club lights, knew they had to ease you into the night. They huddled around you in an area of white couches, ordering drinks after drinks and just catching up on life, as much as you could catch their voices amidst the music and voices. A few women and men approached you within the first hour, asking for a dance or to buy you a drink, which you politely declined each time although your friends tried to peer pressure you into accepting them. As recovered as you were, you just weren’t ready for a new stranger yet. You needed the comfort of your friends, of familiar places and familiar voices.

It had been hard to avoid Lizzie the past week, with the billboards and videos promoting the show, but you had managed well enough. Seeing her in a picture or video wasn’t enough anymore to evoke feelings within you, good or bad. She was a stranger now. Just another face you knew in a past life.

In due time, you and your friends mingled onto the dance floor. You were never much of a dancer, but several shots were enough to make you relax and dance to the music. It was freeing, moving your body to the music so loud it drowned out any thoughts your mind could formulate. Your friends danced all around you, holding onto each other, pairing up, sometimes letting a stranger come in and dance with you, grabbing at you, making unwanted advances that you declined by giggling and dancing away back to your friends. Somehow, more alcohol got in your system—some of your friends might have went back to the bar. You were at the perfect sweet spot now, aware and coherent, but relaxed and euphoric.

In a matter of an hour, you desperately needed to sit down and breathe for a minute. Your friends were relentless engines, staying on the dance floor while you struggled through the crowd, elbowing through until you arrived back to the couches and plopped down, catching your breath. You ordered a glass of ice water and chugged it, putting the chilled glass against your hot forehead so you could cool down.

“Taking a breather?” a man’s voice asked, and you looked up to see a guy your age standing in front of you, holding a drink.

“Oh, yeah,” you chuckled, wiping the condensation from the glass away from your forehead. “Dancing is tiring.”

He chuckled, and you could hardly see his face under the purple and blue lights. “Well, I was going to ask you to dance, but I guess would it be okay if I took a breather with you?”

You hesitated, setting the glass down and reaching down to your heels that were aching your feet. “Um…” You glanced across to the crowd of dancers, trying to point out where your friends were. You couldn’t see them, but you knew they were close enough because you could hear one of your friends’ goofy laughter. “I don’t know, I think my friends will be coming over soon.”

You didn’t feel like meeting anybody new, or making small conversation that would be pointless by the next morning.

“You sure? I could buy you a drink.” He had a friendly demeanor to him, and he wasn’t being exactly pushy, but you would’ve appreciated it if he just got the hint and moved on.

You smiled politely and waved your hand in the air. “No thanks.”

“Oh, c’mon,” he said, laughing and casually tucking his hand into his pocket. “Just one drink. Hey.” He lifted his hands in the air. “I’m a nice guy.”

You could have barfed on him right there. Instead, you just sighed and said, “Look, I’m okay. Thank you, though.”

“Or I could get you another water,” he insisted, and you started to feel anxious in your stomach. You glanced back over to the crowd and tried to find your friends, but you couldn’t, and this guy stepped in front of your view. You looked up at him, getting nervous at how close he was now. You tried to think of some other way to reject him, still not wanting to be rude or harsh even though you were getting irritated. Your friend’s laughter was not in earshot anymore, and there was no else in this corner of the club—until your eyes saw someone walking towards you.

She came through the crowd of people almost like a mirage. Even from far away, under the dark purple and blue lights, her eyes shone like glittering moons, the lights casting off the sculpted heights of her face that you could still remember leaving kisses on. Her lips were pursed in neither a smile nor a frown, eyes fixated on you as she floated towards you.

She was wearing a beige suit, as per usual, and your heart broke a little at seeing that her hair was longer now. It went right past her shoulders, effortlessly styled into sandy blonde waves. She was holding a martini as she came and stood beside the man.

The guy noticed that you were staring right past him, so he turned around and jumped upon seeing Lizzie standing there like a statue behind him. “Oh,” he said, and it was obvious that he instantly recognized her. His mouth formed the word, “You’re—” before he stopped and looked back to you. “Oh, my bad.” He must have just then recognized you from old paparazzi pictures. “I’m so sorry.” He looked at Lizzie, whose eyes darted at him as she tightly smiled, and he practically scurried away.

Your throat felt tight as you looked up at her, every inch of you turning into stone as if she had Medusa’s glare. It became hard to breathe suddenly, and your face burned like molten lava.

“Hey,” she said so casually, her pursed lips pinching into a half-smile.

“Hi,” you whispered, knowing that she definitely couldn’t hear your meek voice over the loud music, but she knew what you said, anyway.

“Can I sit?” She gestured to the cushion beside you, but you felt like you were about to pass out. You faintly nodded, so she walked over, taking a seat on the cushion beside you. It was a respectable distance, but you could feel the cushion dip with her weight, so you scooted over a little. She sighed and flipped her hair over her shoulder as she leaned forward and sat her martini down on the table.

Her perfume struck you like a bolt of lightning. That sweet nostalgic smell that you had breathed in so many times, that had stuck to your clothes for weeks after you stopped talking, that you sometimes picked up in the air at random times and in random places, and it always brought back a rushing flood of memories that pained you. You turned your head, pretending to just scratch your nose as you tried to rid your sense of her beautiful but painful scent. It was overwhelmingly suffocating for you.

“I didn’t expect you to be here tonight,” her velvety voice spoke loudly over the music. “When I saw you across the room, I thought I was hallucinating.”

“Yeah, me too,” you mumbled, leaning forward and grabbing one of your friends’ half-empty drink and downing the rest of it. You could hear Lizzie take a sharp breath as she realized what you were drinking for.

“You didn’t expect me to be here tonight? At the party for my own show?” she asked with an edge of humor in her voice. You still couldn’t bring yourself to look over at her.

“You were never one for appearances.” You cleared your throat and wiped your nose again, trying to look anywhere else but her. There were a silent few moments where you could feel her looking at you. God, you hated how her gaze still made you feel like you were under the only beam of sun in the whole world, how it burned through the side of your face and made your nerve endings go crazy.

“You look beautiful tonight,” she said softer, and finally, you looked at her. She was sitting towards you, her legs crossed, hands clasped at her lap. No matter how calm she looked in the face, how much she could tame the ocean of emotions in her eyes, Lizzie’s hands always told her truth. They were fiddling with the ring on her thumb, twisting it around and around. It was funny how she did that without even realizing, and you’d seen her do it probably a thousand times.

“You do, too,” you whispered. She looked magnificent. Her skin was glowing, her eyes were complimented by her dark makeup, her hair looked perfect. She smiled softly, that familiar dimple forming in her cheeks.

A few more beats of silence ensued, but you kept your eyes on her, focusing on keeping your breathing slow and steady.

“I missed you,” she mouthed, and you could only hear the faintest sounds of her voice strings cracking.

“You didn’t miss me until you saw me just now,” you blurted, unsure if it was the alcohol or time between you making you so honest.

Her perfect eyebrows sewed together. “That’s not true.” Her hands stopped fiddling. “I have—I miss you every day.”

It felt impossible to keep looking at her—because you knew she was being truthful. With every second you saw that beautiful face, your breath left you more. You tore your eyes away and stared mindlessly at the table, rubbing your nose again to get her perfume out of your scent.

“Hey,” she said softly, to get you to look at her, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. “Y/n.” You felt her scoot closer to you on the couch, her knee touching yours. “Look at me, baby.” That single word wrenched your stomach into such painful knots you almost doubled over.

“Don’t call me that!” you blurted, finally facing her. She looked taken aback at first, but she eased in, reaching out for your face. Her gentle, soft hand cupped your chin, and it instantly eased you. It was one of her old tricks.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, leaning in so close she only had to whisper for you to hear her. “I’m sorry I haven’t called. I wanted to, but I didn’t know… I didn’t know if you wanted me to.”

Her eyes trailed over your face, her other hand slinking across the back of the couch so that she had you completely in her corner. Her knee was still touching yours. You caught the slightest twitch of a smirk on her lips as her thumb grazed over your chin, the very edge of it catching your lip so lightly you could hardly feel it. Her touch, her simple touch, soothed your heart. You had missed it, you had missed her so much that you felt imbued with a vibrating energy at seeing her now, at feeling her hand on your face.

“Lizzie—”

“Did I tell you that you look so beautiful tonight?” she cut you off, her lips curling further into a smirk like a cat’s tail. Her eyes were trained on your mouth, and this time her thumb rubbed your lower lip and bent it down a little. Her irises, tinted by the club lights, were flooded by her widening pupils. You wanted to crawl inside there, to drown inside those shiny emerald pools.

“You did,” you remarked, not helping the little smile on your lips.

She touched your lip again, biting her own. There was no air between you now, only her minty breath fanning on your buzzing lips. “Can I kiss you?”

Your immediate thought was yes. Lizzie was irresistible to you. She exuded comfort and seduction in the same beat. There was an undeniable magnetic field between the two of you that drew you together any time you were near each other. That you learned in the very beginning when you first met her and tried to resist her. You just knew that Lizzie was going to be that one ex you went back to time and time again. There was no stopping it, no defying gravity, so you nodded. You would always be hers, anyway.

Lizzie leaned forward and let her lips graze yours, pausing to breathe the same breath, her nose nestled against yours, eyelashes tickling the tops of your cheeks. Finally, she closed in, holding your chin as she kissed you. It was more overwhelming than her perfume. It was gentle, as she always was at first. It was pure and nostalgic, a sort of intimate greeting. Then it grew hotter, and so did your skin. Her lips moved eagerly against yours, tongue teasing your lower lip but not going in. The sound of her breaths getting faster twisted a knot in your stomach, dizzying you in her poisonous kiss as her hand landed on your mid-thigh. You grabbed at her shoulder, letting out a small whine that seemed to break her from her trance.

Lizzie broke from the kiss with a gasp, moving her open mouth to your neck as she caught her breath, her upper body leaning against you now. The air around you was electric as she breathed against your neck, your hand weakly holding onto the shoulder of her blazer.

After a few moments, she pulled away from your neck, looking at you with inebriated eyes. Her mouth half-smiled, the tip of her tongue rolling against the back of her teeth as she stared down at your now puffy lips.

“Dance with me,” she huskily demanded, grabbing your hand and standing up.

You could barely get a hold of yourself as she pulled you up from the couch and led you to the dance floor, realizing that a simple kiss from her had made your knees weak and legs wobbly.

Almost forgetting that you were in a club with dozens of people, you felt shocked by all the bodies that Lizzie led you through until she found an open spot on the floor. Turning to you, she yanked you closer to her by the hand.

The music playing was sultry now, with deep, throbbing bass and incoherent yet sensual lyrics. Lizzie’s hands held your hips as you started to move in rhythm with the beat.

“You’re just as demanding as I remember,” you said into her ear so she could hear you. She only sucked her cheeks and squeezed your hips, keeping you tight against her.

“You’re just as beautiful as I remember,” she said back, to which you playfully rolled your eyes.

“That’s the third time tonight. I’m getting tired of it.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t love my praise.”

You eyed her competitively as she smirked, tonguing her cheek deviously.

For a few moments, it was just you, Lizzie, and the music. You looked into each other’s eyes, somehow silently speaking all the words you wanted to say with them. There was no more distance between your bodies, and your arms wrapped around her shoulders as she guided you against her. You and Lizzie didn’t have to speak to have a conversation.

Your body grew hot when she leaned down and nosed her way through your hair to start kissing your neck. The room grew darker and warmer as you felt her suck on your neck, right on the sweet spot she knew you had. Your hand trailed up to her hair, tangling itself in those soft, delicate waves. She was all over you now, consuming you like wildfire. Her kisses grew wet and hard as she trailed them up to your mouth before kissing you again on the lips, biting your lower one and piercing it with her teeth before releasing it. You gasped and kissed her again, just as eagerly as she was.

Lizzie’s hands trailed around your hips, her rings rubbing into your flesh as she grabbed hard at your ass, pushing your hips into her. It was then you felt that she was packing, and through the desire that throbbed through you, you wondered if she knew you would be there tonight or if she had packed for some random stranger she was expecting to take home. Either way, you grinded into her, feeling the vibrations of her growl against your mouth. Her body grew rigid for a moment, pressing desperately close to you, her hand crawling up the center of your back and up your neck until she grabbed your hair and turned you around, pulling you against her from behind.

“Lizzie!” you exclaimed as she pinned you against her, her hand crawling up your throat and gently holding it. The music, the lights, her touch, her voice—it was all just too much. She grabbed your hips and grinded you against her, her piece rubbing right into you.

Her lips came to your ear, teeth nipping at the lobe. “I want you, y/n.”

She was bunching your skirt up so she could touch your thigh, grabbing and clawing at it. You hoped to God no one was filming anywhere near, or else the Internet would explode with pictures of Elizabeth Olsen and her ex y/n practically dry humping in a club.

“I need you,” she growled again, her body pressed hot and close against yours so that you were starting to break a sweat. “Please.” She kissed sweetly at your neck, hands on your hips loosening their grip so that she wouldn’t come off as too coercing.

Turning around to look at her, you tugged at the collar of her blazer, watching the absorptive lust in her eyes that was obviously becoming too much for her to bare. Biting your lip, you smirked and nodded.

The door to the club bathroom was practically kicked open as Lizzie burst through it, dragging you in behind her. There were also purplish blue neon lights in the single bathroom that was extremely small and a little dingy for being a respectable establishment. You could still hear the muffled music from inside the bathroom.

As soon as the door closed, Lizzie forcefully pushed you against it. The force of your back hitting the door knocked the breath out of you, but she was on you, grabbing your face and kissing you harshly. Her hand trailed down to reach beside you and lock the door.

“You can’t wear things like this,” Lizzie growled, breaking the kiss to look down at your sheer skirt, grabbing two fistfuls of it and pushing it up your hips so she could see your thighs and the little lacey panties you were wearing under it.

“You don’t like it?” you husked, turned on at the way she was looking up your skirt while biting her lip hard.

“It’s something I would’ve never let you wear out alone,” she murmured, looking back up at you as she reached one hand between your legs, cupping your pussy. “It’s just too fucking hot.”

Gasping, you grabbed at her blazer as she started wildly kissing your face and neck, and you could already feel your makeup melting off.

Moving your panties to the side, she pressed her fingers through your folds, instantly moaning at how wet you were. “Fuck, y/n.” The curse sounded like pure sex dripping from her lips.

Leaning forward, you dove your mouth to her neck and started biting her soft skin, inhaling a concentrated scent of her perfume where she had applied it to her pressure point. You almost couldn’t believe she was real, that this was your Lizzie pinning you to a club bathroom door, her hand up your skirt and in your panties.

“I can’t take it,” she whined, grabbing you and moving you to the adjacent wall, pushing you up against it, making sure her hand was cradling the back of your head as she pinned you to the wall.

Lizzie’s breaths were ragged as she fumbled at your panties, ripping them down your legs and kicking them to the side with her heels. She grabbed at your bare pussy, coming back in for another hot and heavy kiss on the mouth. You struggled to breathe, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and trying to meet the force with which she was kissing. She was becoming desperate and needy for you, her tongue shoving its way through your lips and settling into your mouth. She grabbed your face with her free hand and tilted it so she could press her tongue further into your mouth, the tip tickling the back of your throat as she devoured your mouth and moaned into it. Her hand massaged at your clit, relishing all the wetness between your legs that she knew was all for her.

“Fuck,” she cursed again, pulling away from the kiss to catch her breath, your mouths moistened with each other’s. Pressing her face into your hair and inhaling, she reached down to her belt with her free hand.

Desire throbbed through your feverish body, feeling like Lizzie’s presence had sobered you up and then got you drunk again. She tugged harshly at her pants, practically ripping them open and reaching in to take out her strap. She licked her lips and breathed heavily through her mouth as she looked down for a moment. She paused before suddenly wrapping her arm around your butt and lifting you up, causing you to shriek and hook your legs around her hips. She pressed you against the wall, keeping you completely stuck between it and her, her mouth on yours again.

“Lizzie,” you breathed, feeling dizzy at the passion frenzied in the air between you.

Upon hearing you say her name, she stopped, one hand wrapped around your waist and the other holding her cock. She looked up at you with as clear vision as she could through her tainted desire. “Can I? Please?”

You put a hand to the back of her head, tangling your fingers through her hair. Of course, you wanted her to, but you had never seen her quite so desperate for you like this in a long time, and you wanted to draw it out.

“Please,” she repeated, leaning down to bite at your shoulder. She was pressing you so hard against the wall you could barely breathe, let alone move. If she wanted to, she would.

“Please what?” you asked innocently, as if she wasn’t standing there holding her strap towards you in anticipation.

Her eyes flickered up to you, shadowed under the dim neon lighting. “Please let me fuck you,” she begged, nipping at your lips and kissing all over your face, pressing harder into you. “Please, please, please.”

You didn’t want to cut her off while she was hot, so you dug your nails into her back and whispered, “Yes.”

She nearly gasped when you said it, her teeth sinking hard into your neck and making you cry out. However needy she was before, it was even worse now as she tore into your skin and steadied herself, lining the tip of her strap with your entrance and guiding it inside you all at once with one forceful snap of her hips.

“Oh, fuck!” you cried out, knowing no one outside would hear you through the music and the thick walls.

“Fuck, fuck,” Lizzie cursed against your neck, adjusting you so that your legs were wrapped tight around her and you were locked between her and the wall. Grabbing at your skirt again, she yanked it up around your hips and held them as she withdrew her hips and then thrust them forward again.

To be honest, you hadn’t been with anyone since her, which you wouldn’t tell her because you knew there was an element of jealousy in the air at the thought that either of you might have been with other people, and Lizzie always packed large. Your eyes squeezed shut as she thrust herself into you hard and fast, giving you no time to adjust.

“God, I’ve missed you,” she exclaimed against your shoulder, her hands moving to your ass and grabbing it hard as she fucked you against the wall.

Keeping your ankles hooked behind her, you tried to spread your thighs wider so it would be easier, but even with that and how wet you were, she was just too big and you were too tight.

“Lizzie, slow down,” you pleaded, grabbing at her blazer and leaning your head back against the wall so you could breathe.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, looking up at you and kissing your jaw gently. She listened as best as she could, slowing down her thrusts, but it was obvious she couldn’t help how hard she snapped her hips each time.

After a few moments, you started to adjust, and she started to lose control again, and the searing pain faded away into unfiltered, throbbing pleasure. You grabbed needily at her as she hammered into you, the strap moving just right against her own clit that she started to moan into your neck.

“I’ve missed your pussy, fuck,” she grunted, and the dirtiness of your words made you realize the dirtiness of the situation. How she was fucking you wildly and desperately, pinned up against the wall, in the club bathroom under neon lights, after having just seen her for the first time in months only some twenty minutes ago.

There was no space between you, only as much as she would allow to withdraw her hips between each thrust, and you thought that Lizzie might crush you to death against that wall.

“Oh, fuck!” she moaned, fucking into you even harder as her heavy breaths filled your ear. You turned your head to kiss at the side of her face, trying to soothe her. It only drew her attention to your mouth, because she turned and caught your lips with her own, shoving her tongue down your throat again. The sound of your head hitting the wall caught her attention, so she lifted one hand away from your ass to cradle the back of your head. You were helpless, pinned mercilessly there against the wall, and all your senses being filled with Lizzie was building a pressure in the pit of your belly. She was so deep inside you, stretching you out, kissing you so hard and deep, your body was overwhelmed.

In an instant, your orgasm crashed over you, walls squeezing around her cock as you practically screamed into her mouth, her moans mixing with yours. You trembled, knowing that if she wasn’t keeping you against that wall with her own body and strength, you would’ve slid right to the floor.

You could tell Lizzie was close, but she was not stopping as she chased her own high, fucking you through your orgasm and making another one quickly build behind it. You were a melted puddle in her arms now, weak and overstimulated, stretched out and used.

Lizzie finally pulled away from your mouth, instead choosing to occupy her mouth with biting your shoulder. “Fuck,” she groaned, her thrusts getting sloppy and unhinged. Her hand on your ass was digging her nails into your flesh and undoubtedly leaving bruises, but you didn’t care. You wanted her to cum.

“Cum for me, Lizzie,” you whispered, scratching at her warm back underneath the blazer. “Cum for me.”

She did, fucking harder into you than before, crushing you so hard against the wall that your back ached and you could barely breathe. You held onto her, holding her head as she trembled and shook and moaned against you for several moments until finally she sighed, putting some pressure off you so you could breathe again. It took her several minutes to come down, and you stroked her hair every minute of it, kissing her cheek as she nuzzled her nose into your hair for comfort.

Finally, she pulled away and looked at you, her makeup smudged and hair wild, with a gleam of sweat on her forehead. “Holy fuck,” she whispered, looking down as she carefully pulled out of you, noticing the way you winced a little. She tucked her strap away and buckled her belt, gently setting you down on the floor. You could feel how bad your back ached now, and how weak your legs were. Knees buckling, you hooked an arm around her shoulder, and she held you up against her, grinning down at you devilishly.

“God, I missed you.”

“Will you pick my underwear off the floor, please?”

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just-a-torn-up-masterpiece · 2 years

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dressing room

Pairing - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary - Wanda can't wait until you're home to show you just how much she likes your new dress.

18+ : smut; semi public sex, fingering, degradation, instructed masturbation?

A/N - promise i am working on other things that i've started, i'm just so tired so everything is taking me ages :/

this is the wanda i was picturing

You weren’t looking forward to this wedding and the dress hugging your body doesn’t change that. You smoothed out the wrinkles, looking over your body in the dressing room mirror - you looked good but that didn’t change your feelings.

“How’s it going in there?” Wanda asked from outside the door with a knock.

“It’s fine, I’m gonna get this one.”

“Is that it? Just fine? You’re not gonna let me see?”

“You can see it when I wear it, Wands.”

“Please? Let me in to see it.” She whined and you unlocked the door for her to step in, eyes immediately dragging over your body with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “You are gonna be the hottest bridesmaid at the entire wedding.”

“Can you unzip it for me?” You asked her, turning your back to her but her hands slid over your waist instead, shivers through your body at her touch. She stepped closer to you until your back was flush against her and her lips ghosted your neck.

“Mm mm.” She shook her head, locking eyes with you in the mirror as she pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Look at how pretty you look.” She muttered, kissing her way up your neck, nipping at the skin slightly.

Your head fell back to rest on her shoulder with a sigh at the feeling of her lips on your skin and her hands on your thighs, slowly inching the dress further up your legs.

“Wanda, we shouldn’t.” You whispered.

“I think we should.”

“Not here.”

“But you look so pretty. C’mon, let me show you how pretty I think you look.” Wanda returned, bunching the dress up at your hips and pressing her hand into your clothed cunt. “Aw, and you’re so wet for me already. It’d be a shame for it to go to waste, hm?”

Fuck, you really shouldn’t but she’s so hard to resist and her lips taste so sweet when you pull them to yours, her eager and hungry teeth clashing into yours as she kisses you. Her tongue pushed past your lips, holding all power over yours in her bruising kiss, her roaming hands squeezed at your thighs, nails digging into the flesh making you sigh into her mouth.

She pulled away breathlessly with pink lips and darkened eyes, guiding you backwards until her surprisingly strong arms span you to face the mirror. She nudged your legs apart with a kick of her foot into your ankle making you stumble, flattening your palms on the wall in front of you to catch yourself.

You caught her smug look behind you in the mirror, her lip caught between her teeth with your ass brushing against her where you were bent over slightly. There was no gentleness in the way she raked her nails over the skin of your thighs, pushing the dress up until you were on show for her, just your underwear that were growing wetter by the second between her and what she wanted.

“I knew you wanted me. Just fucking soaked and waiting for me to fuck you like the little slut you are, hm?” She muttered, smirking at the reflection of your sheepish face before pulling at the material of your underwear with such force they ripped from your body. You sighed at the action, this animalistic desperation she has when it comes to you never fails to make your body heat up.

She wasted little time before she slid her fingers through your folds, humming at the wetness she found, musingly rubbing over your clit with all the practiced skill she had; your hips twitched at the way her fingers danced over your bud until they stroked through your slit, pushing into your pussy effortlessly. You had to bite back a moan at the sudden intrusion.

Wanda’s digits slid into you with a curl, hitting the spot that she knows makes your breath shudder whilst her other hand reached round to palm at your breast through your dress, pinching and squeezing your nipple through the fabric. She stood close behind you with the rough material of her jeans brushing against your skin and her breath on your neck when she kissed you.

Her hand made its way up to your face, holding your jaw between strong fingers. “Look at me while I fuck you.” She breathed, lusting eyes staring intently into yours over your shoulder in your reflection. You could see the satisfied upturn to her lips when moans threatened to echo into the room with your hand slapping to your mouth to muffle them.

“Fuck Wanda.” You whispered through heavy breaths, moving your hips with the rhythm of her fingers in a chase for your climax, fucking yourself onto her hand desperately. Her gaze never broke away from yours when it turned mischievous and she grabbed the hand that covered your mouth. She only smiled in the mirror as she guided your hand down to your own pussy, pushing it into you.

“If you think I need your help, help.” She spoke. “Touch yourself.” She muttered, slowing the thrusts of her fingers into you as yours toyed with your clit, aching and swollen. “Try and be quiet now without a hand to cover your mouth - fucking needy slut.”

You rubbed over your clit as she continued to fuck her fingers into you and your legs began to shake from your soon approaching orgasm, your eyes squeezed closed and your lips fell open.

“Eyes. Open.” She growled, staring into them when you obeyed. The look in her eyes was enough to pull you over the edge, cumming onto her fingers until it dripped down to her knuckles, your hot forehead pressed against the mirror with your teeth biting into your bottom lip to quell the grunt at the back of your throat.

She helped you ride through your orgasm, wrapping her arm around your waist to hold you steady as you calmed your breathing and her soft lips kissed over your shoulder. She gave you a toothy grin in the mirror at the knock on the door.

“Is everything okay in there?”

“Yes, everything’s fine - we’re just finishing off.” Wanda answered, kissing your jaw as she unzipped the dress. Her eyes were soft and adoring as they gazed over your body when you stepped out of it. “You’re so beautiful, detka. In the dress and out of it.” She winked and you rolled your eyes at her fondly.

“I’m no match to you, Wanda.” You returned, reciprocating the soft kiss she pressed to your lips.

“I’ll go and pay, while you get dressed.” She smiled when she pulled away, handing you your clothes as you nodded. “I can’t believe you’re going to look better than me at the wedding.”

“Don’t worry, I could never imagine outshining the bride.”

Fuck, Vision was a lucky guy.

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lesbianpizza · 2 years

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Wanda Maximoff owns my ass

The way I would let her do absolutely anything to me because Mommy knows best

🎶 I wanna be your slave I want you to be my mistress 🎶

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lovehungrybean · 1 year

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You make me feel Beautiful

Summary: Wanda has just given birth to the twins and feel insecure about her body causing her to push away yn.

Warning: 18+ *slight smut at the end*

Angst and fluff

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“Finally” you breathed out as your back hit the comfort of your bed. The past two hours had consisted of you and Wanda trying to get your two screaming babies to sleep. Nappy changes, singing, rocking,feeding and burping nothing seemed to satisfy the twins until finally now,12:30 am; on their own accord after having totally exhausted their parents silence was bestowed in the home.

Next to you Wanda also breathed out, the relief of finally being able to hear herself think clear. “ I love them both so much but god; having twin’s is difficult.” Wanda states as she turns to look at you.

You look back at your wife taking in her appearance, how strands of hair escape the confinements of the messy bun on the top of her head, the light blush present on her cheeks due to the ordeal of the past two hours. But you swear she just gets more and more beautiful by the day, especially seeing her become a mother you have never felt more attracted to her than now. You just wish she believed you when you would tell her.

“You look so pretty right now” you whisper into the quite of the night

Wanda avoids your eyes, “I look like a mess” she scoffs voice laced with insecurity.

It had been over two months since Wanda had given birth to Tommy and Billy, and the two of you had not been intimate since before the birth; not by lack of trying from your side but rather Wanda. Anytime you would try to instigate, she would make the excuse of being tired, which you would of believed but then she started getting changed in the bathroom with the door locked. And there also been occasions where you would try to hug her from behind but as soon as your hands get anywhere close to her stomach she moves away. This was especially strange as, Wanda’s and your’s love language had always been touch, ever since you first started dating.

“Hey, look at me baby” you reach out carefully entwining your hand with hers that lay on the matteress in the middle of the two of you.”I miss you, just let me hold you please?”you look into her eyes, lit only by the moonlight seeping through the window.

“I want you to but I just.. how can you still find me attractive, my bodies changed and I’m just so scared you’ll see all of me and just be disgusted”Wanda whispers, tears filling her tired green eyes.

Your heart clenches seeing your wife so upset.”is that why you’ve been hiding your body from me?”you whisper back. Wanda nods the tears falling down her cheeks. She removes her hand from yours to wipe them but you beat her to it carefully drying her tears with the pad of your thumb.

“I Remember when I first spent the night with you and I was so nervous for you to see all my scars, I thought they would make you see me differently, that you wouldn’t find me attractive enough, I felt like I was damaged,ugly.”

“They’re not ugly they tell a story, they’re part of you and your beautiful” Wanda states with certainty; upset that you ever though so lowly about yourself.

“Yeh I know that now because you helped me see them that way, I remember how you didn’t judge me you made me feel comfortable in my skin and I want to make you feel that way to.”

“Plus your body tells the greatest story ever. It has literally given the gift of life, it’s carried our two strong and healthy baby boys and I couldn’t be more proud of you if I tried. Your body represents strength and resilience and there’s nothing more beautiful than that, I swear.” Wanda looks for doubt in your eyes but sees nothing but sincerity.

Wanda gives you a soft smile before turning away from you, to face the window. You stare at her back defeated but before you can get up to leave Wanda reaches for your arm placing it around her midsection pulling you closer. She pushes back into you as you hold her tighter finally feeling her in your arms after what felt like so long. A few minutes pass and you hear Wanda’s soft breathes even out, signalling that she’s asleep, you follow soon after with a lazy smile on you face.

You open your eyes with a groan being awaken by cries coming from the nursery, you feel Wanda moving out of your hold but before she can your already up on your feet, “go back to sleep I’ve got them”

“Are you sure, you got up last time too” Wanda looks at you eyes still full of sleep.

“I’m sure; its the least I can do, you literally pushed them out , stay in bed” you smile bending down to leave a kiss on her cheek as you make your way to the boys room.

After giving the two babies a bottle and plenty of cuddles they were fast asleep again. You look down at them both asleep in their crib; how did you get so lucky. If ten years ago someone would have told you you’d have a wife and two kids, the perfect family; you would’ve laughed in their face. But here you are against all odds you made it, you and Wanda both did.

The clock reads 9am as you go back to your bedroom, with the intention of going back to sleep, but to your surprise you find Wanda standing at the foot of the bed, and you can’t help but notice the disregarded sweats and T-shirt from last night on the floor.

There your wife stood wearing a sexy red lace lingerie bra and thong set, with a black silk robe falling from her shoulders, much to your gratification; failing to hide much from your wandering eyes. You stand there in shock practically drooling from the sight of you wife, you hadn’t seen her without a sweatshirt for the past two months let alone practically naked.

Seeing Wanda start to play with her hand nervously breaks you from your trance and you notice the blush on her face getting more apparent, she catches your gaze before shyly looking down.

“Is it ok?” She whispers unsure, embarrassed almost.

You quickly move towards her, hands gripping her hips pulling her closer to you whilst she moves her arms up behind your neck, as your arms circle her waist, settling your hands on her lower back.

”it’s beyond ok, you look unreal, baby” you whisper into her ear, leaving a kiss there before moving your lips down to her neck, you bite down on her sweat spot making her release a breathy moan of pleasure. It’s musics to your ears. You know it won’t take much for both of you to reach a high seeing as you hadn’t had any skin on skin contact with each other in the last two months.

Taking you by surprise Wanda pushes you onto the bed before removing the black silk robe fully from her body before sitting on your lap.

You move your hands to grip her ass, giving it a squeeze causing Wanda to role her hips looking for friction to ease the growing tension. The thin material of her lace thong not doing much to hide her arousal that drips onto your thigh as she rocks back and forth.

Wanda reaches back to unclip her bra all whilst holding eye contact with you, almost as if she’s daring you to look down at her now exposed chest. Seeing how much of an effect her body has on you and how much you still crave her, grows Wanda’s confidence as she attaches her mouth to yours, kissing you passionately.

Wanda pulls away breaths heavy. She smiles at you as her eyes fill up, due to the overwhelming feeling of adoration and love before softly whispering;

“You make me feel beautiful detka”

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lovelyy-moonlight · 1 year

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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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sick reader and elizabeth using “It sounds like you’ve caught that bug going round.” and “Naps are only for babies and old people. Im neither.”

Should've Stayed Home

〚 Notes - Just posting the fic I wrote last night :) This hasn't been edited/checked well so sorry about mistakes! 〛

〚 Pairing - Lizzie Olsen x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - You insisted on visiting Lizzie's parents with her, even when you weren't feeling great. But once you arrived there, it seems that maybe staying home would've have been such a day idea. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1300 〛

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“Maybe you should stay home today sweetheart.” Lizzie sighed as you coughed into your elbow, “It sounds like you’ve caught that bug going round. We can always reschedule, or I can always go visit my parents by myself for a few hours and then come home again.”

But you only shook your head as tossed her the car keys, “No, we’ve been putting off seeing your parents for weeks and I’m not even that sick either, my throat’s just being a little temperamental.”

Lizzie hesitated for a moment, worry creasing her forehead, but ultimately, she relented and took the keys from you. She watched as you gathered your things and made your way out the door, wishing she could convince you to stay home and rest.

As you drove to Lizzie's parents' house, you couldn't shake the feeling of fatigue that settled in your bones. You tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the radio and the passing scenery outside the car window. The coolness of the glass felt amazing against the throbbing which had begun to pound in your temples.

The drive wasn’t too long at least, that was a positive. Not only had your head begun to pound, but you also found yourself beginning to sniffle repetitively, unable to keep your nose from running. Those sniffles only intensified further when your nose itched sharply.

“H’h..h’tschoo! Heh’hupsshooo!”

Lizzie chuckled, reaching over to squeeze your thigh gently, “Bless-“ She started but stopped when your breath hitched again preemptively.

“H’htschoo!” You ducked your head into your elbow as you covered your final sneeze, sniffling wetly in the aftermath, scrunching up your nose as you wiped it against the end of your sleeve.

“There's tissues in the glove box baby, blow your nose.” Lizzie sighed, regretting that she hadn’t pushed further for you to stay home.

You nodded and reached for the tissues, blowing your nose loudly and rubbing at your eyes. The headache was only getting worse, and your throat felt like it was on fire. You tried to distract yourself by looking out the window again, but everything seemed to blur together in a dizzying haze.

By the time you arrived at Lizzie's parents' house, you were feeling worse than ever. Your head was pounding, your nose was running nonstop, and your throat was so sore it hurt to swallow. You tried to put on a brave face when you greeted her parents, but they could tell something was wrong.

As soon as you walked in the door, Lizzie's mom greeted you with a big hug. "Oh, honey, you don't look so good. Are you feeling okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

You forced a smile and nodded, not wanting to worry her. "I'm just a little under the weather. Nothing to worry about," you replied, your voice scratchy and hoarse.

Lizzie's dad came over to give you a handshake and a pat on the back, but you winced in pain as the pressure on your back sent a wave of pain through your body. Lizzie noticed your discomfort and quickly intervened, guiding you over to the couch and offering you a glass of water.

You gratefully accepted the water, taking a sip to soothe your sore throat. Lizzie sat down next to you, her hand resting on your knee as she asked, "Do you need anything else, love?"

You couldn’t help but feel your heavy eyes begin to close on their own as you fought to keep yourself awake as you leant your head against Lizzie’s shoulder, “No, it’s fine.”

Lizzie frowned as she felt the heat radiating off of you. She knew that you were running a fever, and she didn't want to push you too hard. "Maybe we should head back home, sweetheart," she suggested gently.

You shook your head, not wanting to ruin the visit. "No, I'm fine. Let's just hang out for a bit," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. Lizzie hesitated, but eventually she relented when she parents joined the two of you in the living room.

You tried your best to keep yourself composed as you chatted with Lizzie's parents. But as the conversation went on, the pressure in your sinuses began to build, and you knew that you were on the verge of a sneeze.

You tried to hold it in, but it was no use. Your body gave in, and you let out a loud, explosive sneeze. "H'tschh!" Your hand shot up to cover your nose and mouth, but it was too late.

Lizzie's mom rushed over to you with a handful of tissues, concern etched on her face. "Oh, honey, are you okay? Do you need anything?" she asked.

You nodded, grateful for the tissues. You blew your nose, wincing as the pressure in your head intensified. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you tried to hide your embarrassment.

Lizzie's dad gave you a sympathetic smile. "It's okay, we've all been there," he said, trying to make you feel better.

“You’re definitely getting a cold.” Lizzie sighed, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek. You could do little more to respond, that insistent itch still lingering in your nose before you eventually sneezed down into your tissues yet again, mumbling out your apology afterwards.

Lizzie's mom reached over to hand you another tissue, giving you a sympathetic smile. "Bless you, dear. It sounds like you're really not feeling well," she said kindly whilst Lizzie wrapped her arms around you, holding you closer to her.

You nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for not listening to Lizzie's advice to stay home. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make a scene," you apologised, your voice still scratchy and hoarse.

Lizzie's dad patted you on the back. "No need to apologise, we understand. Sometimes these things just happen," he said, giving you a reassuring smile.

But you couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment and discomfort. You were starting to feel like a burden on everyone, like you were ruining the visit. You tried to excuse yourself, saying that you needed some fresh air, but Lizzie insisted on coming with you.

Outside, the cool air felt good on your flushed face, but you couldn't escape the pounding in your head or the congestion in your sinuses. You leaned against Lizzie, feeling her warmth and support as you tried to catch your breath.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, feeling tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. "I didn't mean to ruin the visit."

Lizzie pulled you closer, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "You didn't ruin anything, sweetheart. We just want you to feel better," she said, her voice soft and gentle.

You leaned into her, feeling the weight of exhaustion and sickness weighing you down. "I just want to go home," you said, your voice barely audible.

Lizzie nodded, understanding the seriousness of the situation. She helped you back to the car, settling you in the passenger seat before going back inside to explain the situation to her parents.

As Lizzie drove you home, you leaned your head against the window, feeling the cool glass soothing against your hot skin. Lizzie's hand found yours, squeezing it gently as she drove.

“Maybe you should try and take a nap sweetheart, you look exhausted.”

 “Naps are only for babies and old people. I'm neither.”  You mumbled, but still you found yourself giving in and closing your eyes.

Lizzie chuckled softly. "Well, in that case, you're just taking a rest. You need it." She whispered, her voice filled with sympathy and love.

You nodded sleepily, feeling grateful for Lizzie's understanding and care. As you drifted off to sleep, you knew that you were in good hands, and that Lizzie would be there to take care of you until you were feeling better.

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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 14

You're a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.

A/N: Shorter, angsty chapter, y'all. We're working up to some stuff ;] bare with me as I am working thru some personal stuff, so I haven't been able to write as much.

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Ch 14: I Just Want You to Know Who I Am

“Y/N? Y/N?” You heard a faint call of your name, and a grip on your shoulder. You quickly realized that you had just had a flashback in the middle of working out, at work. Looking around, Scarlett was leaning you up against the cool surface of the mirrored wall behind you. Her features laced in concern as she wiped your face with your towel, rubbing your arm as you came back to reality. “Count for me, Y/N. Breathe. I’m here. Focus on me.” She grabbed your hand in hers, placing it over her now sweaty chest, allowing you to feel her pulse through the hoodie she wore. Once you came to the realization of what was going on, you quickly scrambled away from her, standing and brushing yourself off.

Clearing your throat, you straightened yourself out, taking a deep breath.

“Sorry, Scarlett. Don’t know what happened there.” You nervously ran your hand over the back of your neck, walking around the actress to grab the water bottle leaning against your bag on the floor.

“I would say you had a panic attack, Y/L/N.” She now stood where she had been kneeling next to you, but hadn’t yet turned around to face you.

“It’s been a long day, for both of us.” You respond, glancing over your shoulder as she turned on her heels to face you. You began to unwrap your fists, grimacing at the tape and gauze sticking to your battered knuckles.

“I know we don’t know each over very well, Y/N, but do you want to talk about it? It may help…” she asked, walking around so you were facing each other. She gasped when she saw the condition of your fists. “Your hands, Y/N.” You quickly withdrew them from her hands. You pretend not to noticed the look of disappointment that flashed across her face in doing so.

“It’s okay, Scarlett. How long was I on the ground?” You asked, wiping off your hands before wiping off the rest of your arms and your head.

“You were just sitting there, mumbling before you started to breath really heavy. 20 minutes, I’d say.” She responds. “I thought you were winded at first.”

“Oh.” You sat yourself on the bench in the middle of the gym, elbows resting on your knees, water bottle in your hand. She sat next to you, the pair of you sitting in silence for what felt like forever. But to you, it was one of the most comfortable silences you had ever been in. No pressure, just comfort. After a period of time, and half your water bottle gone, you break the silence. “I don’t know how he is.” You whispered, putting your head down. “The one man who has protected me through everything, and I led him into a trap.” You spoke softly, playing with the water bottle in your grasp.

“It wasn’t your fault, Y/N.” She whispered, inching herself closer to you. You slid a little bit further away, not wanting to allow yourself the comfort.

“But it was, Scarlett. I put him in that situation. I’m the leader…I’m…”

“Y/N, stop. You couldn’t have possibly predicted that they would t-bone the car.” She reached out for you, gently grabbing your bruised hand.

“It should have been me, Scarlett.”

“No, Y/L/N. Don’t you dare.” You pulled your hand away from her, grabbing your water bottle again. You stood, clearing your throat from the rock that was now lodged in it.

“I’m going to shower, Scarlett. If you want to keep working out, make yourself at home. I’ll… uhh. I’ll be back in a minute.” You walked away, leaving a speechless blonde on the bench in the middle of the room.

After getting to your locker, you stripped yourself of the gym clothes, stepping foot into one of the shower stalls before cranking the water all the way to its hottest temperature. You needed to loosen yourself up. You allowed the hot water to run over your body in an effort to de-stress. You cannot believe you had a flashback in the middle of the gym at work. Let alone, in front of your client, the person you should be protecting. She can’t see you weak. You cannot let her see you like that, ever- ever again. It will only compromise things more. You steel yourself, talking yourself down as you rinse your self off.

Grabbing the towel hanging outside the shower, you cover yourself, walking back to the locker with your name on it, and putting your sweatpants and tee shirt back on. Collecting your thoughts, and yourself, you took a deep breath, and walked out of the locker room. Looking around, you see no sign of Scarlett.

“Scarlett?” You call out, but get no answer. “Scarlett? ”

“Y/N.” Kris called out. “She’s upstairs. In the board room.”

“Oh. Thanks, Kris.” You began to walk by the other blonde. As you passed her, she quipped over her shoulder.

“What the fuck happened down here? She said you weren’t ok, that’s why I’m here.”

“I’m fine, Kris. Look at me. Fine.” You emphasize the last part, to exaggerate that you were ok, even though you and her both knew you weren’t.

“Y/N. You know you can’t do your job if you aren’t in the right state of mind.” She turned on her heel, standing with her hands on her hips to face you.

“Kris. Seriously. I’m fine.”

“Mmhm.” She responded, raising her eyebrow before walking past you. “I don’t know why I ask. You never tell, anyways.”

“Don’t ask, don’t tell.” You mumble, just loud enough she can tell you said something.

“What?”

“Thanks for checking, Kris.” You walk past her, heading to the stairs. You didn’t want to be trapped in the same elevator as her right now.

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Later that night, you had taken Scarlett to a friends house, she wasn’t quite comfortable to stay by herself. Another actress, someone she would be starring in a movie with. You had to do a walk around, make sure everything was safe, and leave a few guards posted outside. While waiting for the two guards to arrive, you were all seated in the living room to the beach house, a salty breeze blowing into the room as the two women talked.

“So, Y/N…” the actress introduced to you as Elizabeth Olsen, or Lizzie, turned towards you.

“Y/L/N. I go by my last name.” You respond coldly. Scarlett whips her head in your direction, a shocked expression on her face.

“Riiiight… Y/L/N. How’d you get into security?” She asked, trying to involve you in the banter back and forth.

“Military. This allows me to stay involved without being involved.” You respond curtly.

“Ahh. What branch?”

“Army.”

“Mmm. Well, thank you for your service.” She responded, quickly getting the hint that you didn’t want to talk about it. You rolled your eyes, looking at your hands. Lizzie and Scarlett went back to talking back and forth as you stood, deciding to do a real quick walk around the house before your two agents showed up.

“Y/N.” You heard the familiar rasp behind you.

“What?” You turn around abruptly, almost causing the blonde to run right into you.

“I’m not going to ask if you’re ok. I know you’re not. But I’m here, if you need to talk. I hope you know that.” She replies quietly.

“Thanks. But I’ll be fine.” You respond. Her face dropped.

“You don’t need to be like that, Y/L/N. The machismo doesn’t impress me.”

“Machismo?” You chuckle, shaking your head before dropping it to look at your feet briefly. You raise it back up, looking at her in the eyes. “This, this isn’t ‘machismo’, this isn’t ‘bravado’, this isn’t a blowhard type of show, Scarlett. I’m simply doing my job. We aren’t friends. You are my client, I am here to protect you. Not to chit chat over tea and fucking crumpets. So if you’ll excuse me, I am going to make some rounds, and make a phone call. My agents will be here over night, and will take you home in the morning.”

You left her, standing on the doorstep to her friends house, shocked.

CHAPTER 15

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Christmas Angel

Parings: wanda maximoff x female reader

Tags Minors DNI: smut, fluff, dirty talk, name calling, choking, strap on (R) receiving, dom!wanda, fingering , cheating?

Summary: At a Christmas party in a club, you find yourself sitting alone at the bar. That is until Wanda Maximoff buys you a drink.

You sip down another straight shot of vodka, wondering how the hell you got here. You look around the crowded club at the Christmas decorations that hung all over the building. Strands of green and red flickered above you, fake felt snow wrapped around the bar, even the bartender was wearing half of a Santa suit. The crowd of people behind you on the dance floor seemed to get bigger in the 15 minutes you had been sitting at the bar, and you were starting to wonder whether or not you should leave.

"You want another?" the shirtless Santa asks, his fake white beard crooked as he shakes a cocktail. You sigh with a smile and shrug.

"Why the hell not?" He nods at your words, returning a smile. As he pours you another shot, you find yourself subconsciously turning the ring on your left index finger. You stare at it for a moment before grabbing the shot glass, lifting it up towards shirtless Santa, and downing it in one go.

After that shot you definitely felt yourself relax, feeling the warmth of the alcohol begin to course through your body. Before you could call over the bartender again, shirtless Santa, he's already walking towards you with a drink in hand. "Here you go!" He sets down a fruity looking cocktail in front of you. His beard was no longer crooked, but now his hat was.

"Oh, hey, I didn't order anything else!" You raise your voice, trying to speak above the music and across the bar.

"No worries, someone sent this for you and paid your tab already!" He yells back and sends a friendly wink your way before nodding his head in the direction across the bar. Your eyes were immediately drawn to the color red as you looked over, a woman standing out from the rest of the crowd. She raises her glass in your direction, and you're compelled to do the same.

She smiles and watches as you take a sip of her gift, and you can't help the blush on your cheeks from the way she stares. From what you could make out, she was wearing a nice red sweater that clashed with her gorgeous auburn hair and black slacks on her bottom half. Her eyes were encased with black framed glasses, and thankfully, they couldn't hide the glimmer of emerald you saw behind them.

Lost in the sea of green, you realize she's left her spot and is making her way over to you. You quickly run a hand through your hair and straighten up the short green dress you had on. Soon enough, she's standing next to you, leaning against the wood of the bar.

"Hey there!" The redhead says.

"Hey."

"I couldn't help but notice you all alone over here," she says, her voice is just loud enough for you to hear it over the loud music. You notice her eyes settle on the ring on your finger, but only for a moment. She has a small smirk on face as her eyes move back up to meet yours. "Or maybe you aren't alone?" She asks with a tilt of her head.

"I'm alone," you say flatly, shrugging and sipping your drink.

"Good to hear. I'm Wanda, and you?"

"Y/N," is all you say, watching as she nods.

"That's a very beautiful name." You feel her inch forward towards you. There's a moment of awkward silence as you don't speak. "Where are you from?" Wanda asks.

"New York."

"Oh really? Wow, New York is beautiful this time of year.. Rockefeller Center, the snow."

Another moment of silence.

"Did you go to school there?"

You nod, "Yep, NYU. I studied photography there."

"Oh, that's really cool! I've always been interested in photography, you know. Taking pictures.. and what not.." She clears her throat and adjusts the glasses on her face.

Silence.

"I um, I like your earrings by the way, they uh, really complement your eyes," She says with a sweet smile, bringing her cup up to her lips and taking a drink. You sigh and do your best to look annoyed with her. "You know actually -"

You cut her off with a raise of your hand, standing from the stool. "Let me just stop you right there, Wanda. You seem really sweet and really nice. You bought me a drink, asked about my life, and complemented me.." You start off, looking at her cheeky grin and the glasses on her face. "But sweet and nice is not what I'm looking for. I don't want someone to chat with all night long, talking about who's from where and what makes you giggle. Not interested, thanks," you give her a fake, bitchy smile.

Wanda has a look of shock on her face, mouth open as she stutters to find the right words. "Y/N, Y/N wait, I'm not -" But you're walking away from her to the dance floor, leaving the rest of your drink at the bar. You let out a huff as you weave through the ocean of bodies, letting yourself get lost in the music.

The lights above the dance floor flash red and green, and everyone around you was wearing Christmas colors or tacky Christmas sweaters. It reeked of alcohol and sweaty bodies, but you found yourself swaying your hips to the music anyway. It only took a few minutes before you felt a pair of hands on your waist, gripping tightly. You felt their body against your back, moving along with you to the upbeat music that played. One of the hands traveled up your waist and side, up your arm and shoulder to move your hair away from one side of your neck. You can feel them lean down against you, their lips on your ear as they begin to speak.

"I'm anything but sweet and nice, angel." You hear Wandas voice as her arm wraps around you tightly to prevent you from turning around. Her other arm wraps higher around your body, letting her fingers explore the skin on your exposed shoulder.

"Wanda -"

"Shut up, slut," she spits out, making you gasp in her grip. "That's what you are isn't it? That's how you want to be treated?" Wanda presses her hips further against your ass, and that's when you realize for the first time she's got something underneath her slacks. She loosens her grip enough to let you turn around in her arms.

You see that she's lost the glasses, and her eyes are dark with lust. Flashes of green hit her face, accenting her eyes. When red begins to flash, another smirk plays on her lips.

"What did you just call me?" You say, shock still on your voice. But who were you kidding? You could feel yourself getting more turned on with every smirk on her face.

"I called you a fucking slut," she says, without blinking. "I'm not interested in talking or chatting, I don't care about New York or where you went to school... and I fucking hate those earrings." Again, without changing a single expression on her face.

Your jaw drops at her words, "I will deck you right here and take you to the fucking floor."

"Promise?" Another smirk.

The two of you stand and stare at each other for a moment.

Two moments.

Then you're leaning up, and she's leaning down in what could be the hottest kiss of your life. Her hands are on your back holding you tightly against her, and your hands move behind her head to tangle in her auburn locks, pulling at them. Wanda groans into your mouth, mumbling, "Bathroom, now.." against your lips.

Once the door shuts, Wanda pins you to the hard surface, reaching behind you to lock the door. Your arms wrap around her neck, pulling her closer to you and kissing her again. Her tongue slides across your bottom lip, forcing herself into your mouth. You moan at the feeling and gladly let her. Wandas hands move down your body, exploring as she makes her way to the bottom of your dress. She pulls up roughly, letting it slide above your hips.

You bite down on her bottom lip, sucking hard and loving the way she hisses at the feeling. She pulls back for a moment, "This is what you want, baby?" Wanda asks, and you appreciate she's asking for permission. You quickly nod, "Yes."

She wastes no time in kneeling down and ripping your panties off so roughly that you realize she's ripped the fabric. She tosses the torn panties to the ground and looks at you with another fucking smirk.

You think, in that moment, her smirk is going to be the death of you.

"You want to be a slut so badly, I'll treat you like one," her hand reaches up to your neck, squeezing tightly. Her other hand moves between your thighs, easily sliding in two fingers. She chuckles darkly and bites back a moan as she feels how wet you were, for her. Her hand squeezes a little harder, making you loose a little air in the perfect amount of pleasure.

"You look even better with my hand around your neck," Wanda says, her fingers beginning to pick up the pace. You begin to moan loudly at the feeling, your hands resting on her shoulders and gripping onto her sweatshirt for support.

"Fuck, Wanda!" She groans at your words, not letting her grip go from around your neck. Wanda feels you begin to squeeze her fingers and she tilts her head.

"Already, angel? You want to cum for me? You want to cum all over my fingers?" She asks, moving them faster. You open your mouth to speak but between her hand on your neck and her fingers pumping in and out of you, you're lost for words. Instead you manage to nod, feeling a build up of pleasure in your lower stomach burning. As you're about to reach your peak she quickly removes her fingers, making you whimper at the empty feeling. You glare at her, tears welling as your body was denied it's release.

"Did you think I would really let a little slut like you cum on my fingers? No, no.." She says with a shake of her head, letting go of your neck. Your legs tremble under your weight and you watch as she begins to unzip her pants. "Get on your knees, like a good girl." You're suprised at yourself, that was all it took for you to follow her instructions.

Wanda stood tall in front of you, her green eyes dark and a permanent smirk at the sight in front of her. She takes the faux cock from her pants, letting it through the undone zipper. Her strap is bigger than you thought, and your eyes widen, knowing you hadn't taken anything like that before. "You'll be okay, get it nice and wet for me," she smiles down at you, putting her hand on the back of your head.

You swallow hard and wet your lips before lifting it up, licking down the side. Wandas breathing was getting heavier, and you knew it was turning her on. She takes your hair in a fist, pulling it just a little bit. You finally take the strap in your mouth, moving your head up and down. "That's it, angel.. fuck you look so hot on your knees," Wanda groans and throws her head back but for only a moment, wanting to watch every second of this.

She begins to move her hips a little, pulling at your hair a little harder. It's when you look up at her with seemingly innocent eyes that she lets out a moan. Wanda can only take a little longer before she's taking herself out of your mouth, her eyes following the trail of spit from your mouth to her strap. She helps you stand up and pushes you against the door for a second time tonight.

You're surprised when she picks you up, "Wrap your legs around me, baby." She says to you, hands gripping your ass. Your back is pressed to the door as she uses one hand to line herself up at your entrance. You bite down on your lip when you feel the tip inside of you.

"Don't be gentle," you smirk at her, enjoying the reaction it drawed out from her. Her hips snap up quickly, and you eat your words as in one motion she's fully inside of you.

"Wouldn't dream of it," she says and adjusts her grip on you. Your legs are wrapped tightly around her when she begins to move her hips, thrusting harshly. You can't control your moans as she fucks you, loving every second of the gorgeous redheads attack on you. Your fingers thread through her hair, arms holding onto Wanda as tightly as you could. She leans forward to kiss you and smirks against your lips as you can barely kiss her back.

"God, you feel so fucking good," Wanda moans against your mouth, watching as you close your eyes and throw your head back against the door.

"Ah, ah.." she says. Her breath is hot against your skin, her thrusts not getting off rhythm once. "Look at me when I fuck you." You open your eyes with a whimper, "Let me hear you, angel." You oblige and let out all your moans, not being able to control yourself.

"Oh, Wanda!... Yes, yes, yes... fuck me harder! ... oh fuck..."

Both of you are moaning now, and Wanda has sucked a few marks on your neck as she murmered dirty things in your ear. She feels your legs tighten around her, your nails digging into the back of her neck.

"I want to hear you beg for it," she pants out, finding herself close to climax. "Beg me to let you cum."

Your head is spinning. You can barely breathe, but you're willing to do anything as long as she doesn't deny you again. "Wanda, please! Please, let me cum.. please.." You whimper out, feeling that familiar heat building up inside you. "I need you, I need to cum, please.." You beg her, and it's music to her ears.

It shouldn't be possible, but she thrusts harder inside of you. "Fuck, fuck.. good girl, taking my cock so well," Wanda moans against your neck, pulling back to look in your eyes.

"Cum for me, angel.. cum all over my cock. Be a good girl for me," she pants out, her thrusts becoming uneven. At her words you feel yourself let go, screaming her name as you do. Your thighs become wetter and Wanda continues to thrust, her pace slowing down as you ride out your high. "God.. fuck baby!" She moans, her hips stuttering against you as she does the same.

The two of you stay there, still for a moment as you cach your breath. Wanda takes a deep breath, leaving slow, wet kisses on your neck and chest. You hum as she does, letting your eyes close and your fingers scratching softly on the nape of her neck.

"Wanna go get some pizza?" Wanda asks as she watches you fix your makeup in the mirror. You take in her relaxed demeanor in the mirror, leaned against the bathroom wall with her arms crossed as if she didn't just fuck the life out of you. Your eyes travel to her face and - goddammit, she smirks.

Wandas jacket is warm as the two of you leave the club and you take in a deep breath in the cold, your nose being filled with the scent of Wanda. For three blocks you walk and talk about the Christmas decorations you see along the way. "Now, those ones, are pretty," She smiles wide pointing to a store with nostalgic lighting wrapped around it's window. The colorful lights shine on her face and you find yourself smiling, taking her hand and intertwining your fingers.

She took you to her favorite pizza place. It was hot and greasy and everything you could want, drunk and freshly fucked at 2am. When you were finished and satisfied, she held open the door for you, her arm stopping you from walking through the frame. You look at her, confused. Wanda only looks up, and you giggle as you realize she's looking at the mistletoe hanging above the two of you. "You know it's bad luck if you dont kiss under it.." Another smirk is all it takes for you to kiss her again.

Wanda holds your hand as she walks you home, only a few blocks away. You feel her fingers play with the ring on your finger. As you step up to your door she smiles, staying behind you at the steps. "So.. this is where you live, huh?" She smiles up at you, green eyes shining brightly.

You laugh and shake your head, stepping down so you are right in front of her. Your hand reaches up to her cheek, letting your thumb move softly. She leans into your touch, her cold cheeks warming in your hand. "You live here too, Wanda.." You giggle at the way she scrunches up her nose, and you lean up to place a soft kiss on it.

You pull the warm comforter over yourself and smile at your wife as she walks in with a glass of water. "What'd you think? I was going for a nerdy with a hot side, but you blew me out of the water." Wanda smiles back and climbs into bed next to you. You laugh and shake your head, letting her wrap her arms around you.

"I loved it. The glasses were a really nice touch, by the way. You looked so sexy.. I wasn't too bitchy? I was trying to have some attitude," you say and she laughs along with you. "I still cant believe we did that.." You rest your head on her chest, relaxing as her fingers stroke your hair. You let your own rub circles on her shoulder.

"No, I loved the attitude. It was so hot. Perfect amount of bitchy," she chuckles and kisses the top of your head. There's a moment of comfortable silence as the two of you lay holding each other.

"You're perfect.." her voice is soft, and you smile at her words, staring at the ring you've been twirling on your finger. You wondered how you got so lucky to deserve Wandas love. She lay quietly, wondering how she got so lucky to deserve being able to love you.

"I love you, Wanda.."

"I love you, more Y/N.."

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a/n: This is based on the opening scene of the movie Four Christmases! I thought it would be funny to see if people caught on to it or if they thought that the reader was cheating or something like that, oops. Thanks for all the likes and reads! Any comments are greatly appreciated ♡

#marvel #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda x fem!reader #wanda x you #wanda maxmoff x y/n #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #wandavision #scarletlizzard writes

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natsgrave · 9 days

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YOU'RE LOSING ME | wanda maximoff

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'? Do I throw out everything we built or keep it? And you know what they all say, you don't know what you got until it's gone. i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other sites. plagiarism is a crime!! masterlist

Y/N's POV

What are you really willing to do for love? For someone so important to you?

Well, for me, I'll do everything and anything for that person. Even though it hurts. So much.

I rolled to my side and smile instantly crept into my face. There she is, my girlfriend looking so peaceful. I admire her sleeping state and curved her figures inside my mind.

"You know, it's rude to stare." She suddenly spoke making me laugh.

"What? Can't I admire my gorgeous girl?" I teasingly asked.

She slowly opened her eyes revealing my favorite green eyes, "Good morning, Y/N." she whispered with a smile.

"Good morning, witchy." I softly said with a little laugh that I tried to hide causing her to throw a pillow at me.

I love morning like this. Just us not caring about the world.

Just like the clock works before we know it, we already have to leave the bed to face reality.

"It's nice to finally see you awake, love birds." Tony said as he took a sipped of his coffee.

"We're not love birds, Stark." Wanda replied with the roll of her eyes.

Ah, yes, we're secret because she said and I quote she's not yet ready to come out. I'd be lying if I said it doesn't hurt me one bit because it does. All I want is to love her, out in the open and not like this.

I felt a hand touches my shoulder causing me to go back to reality, I look infront of me and met Wanda's soft gazes, "Are you okay? I've called you so many times."

"Oh, yeah. Don't worry, I'm good." I breathed out and walked away not giving her any second glance.

I walked towards the kitchen and make myself coffee when Natasha spoke.

"Still keeping it a secret?" I didn't even notice she's here. And yes, she's the only one who knows about our relationship. We didn't tell her for the record, she just walked in on us… making out.

Anyway, I look up at her and gave her a defeated smile, "Isn't it obvious?"

"How long are you going to ignore that pain inside your chest?" she asked and I didn't answer because honestly… I don't know either.

"Y/N, when are you going to choose yourself? When are you going to see what your worth really is?" She continues holding my shoulder forcing me to face her.

"I love her." I whispered.

"And I know that, I can see that. Hell, you wouldn't even ignore and bare all this pain if you don't." Nat said and lift my chin, "You're like a sister to me and I don't say this often but I do love you, Y/N. I care for you and it's really hard seeing my little sister getting hurt whether she does it unintentionally." She softly added.

"Nat, I-" The words I was about to say instantly cut off when I heard Wanda's laugh ringing loud. I look behind us and see her laughing with Vision. The fucking red walking toaster.

"Are you sure the reason why she's keeping you both a secret is because she is not yet ready or…?" She asked trailing her last word knowing that I'll know it instantly.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." I reassured her but deep down, it was for me.

Days turns into weeks which also turn into months. Months and nothing changed, not even a single thing. Every time I try opening the subject to Wanda, she always find a way to divert it into different subject but today, I wouldn't let it happen. Not anymore.

"Wanda, we need to talk." I sternly said as I enter her room.

"Hi to you too, baby." she replied still sitting on her bed.

"We can't go on like this." I directly said starting the topic.

"Y/N, can we–"

"No, we can't. We're going to talk about this right now. God, we've been together for almost three years, Wanda. Three long fucking years and not even single effort you made to change our status."

"Y/N, you know damn well I'm not yet ready to make us public." She said nearly shouting.

"Three years is not enough for you? I didn't say that you make us public, all I want is for the team to know. Just them. I'm tired being your little secret, I'm tired of you being mine just around this goddamn four walls. I respect what you want and need, Wanda. For three years, I prioritized what you want, this, but you have to understand that I can't do this anymore. I can't live like this anymore. I kept pushing my needs aside because I love you, but I can't do it anymore. I want to love you, freely. I kept choosing you, I kept giving you all my best me's until there's nothing left for me. I can't choose you anymore." I ramble, on the verge of crying but I kept all my emotions under control.

"Y/N, I… I'm sorry." Wanda softly said standing infront of me.

"Are you apologizing because you're now realizing all of this or are you apologizing because you still can't give the only thing I want?" I asked quietly.

"I'm sorry because I hurt you and I keep on hurting you."

"THEN TAKE IT AWAY! MAKE THIS GO AWAY BECAUSE I DON'T WANT THIS! DO SOMETHING!" I shouted as my tears finally left my eyes.

"Y/N…"

"Wanda, I don't know anymore. Do I throw out everything we built or keep it? I'm getting tired. I tried, I keep telling myself to wait until you're ready but every time, this voices inside my head kept telling and asking me, are you even going to get there?" I cried out.

"Are you… Are you tired now, Y/N?" she shakily asked.

I nod and wiped my tears, "I'm so tired, Wanda. I feel so lost, this between us made me doubt myself so much. Am I not worth the risk for you? I'm tired of wondering how can you just pretend everyday like we're nothing." I sobbed and sat on the bed as I rest my face on my hands, "I'm tired of saying that I'm okay, that it doesn't hurt. I'm tired of pretending everyday. I'm tired of waiting for you to fulfill your promises. I'm tired of defending you against Nat especially myself. I believed in you, Wanda. I kept waiting but it seems like in this relationship, it's not us against the world. It's me against you." I said between cries looking at her to see her crying as well.

"Y/N, I know whatever I say right now wouldn't change anything. It won't take the pain that I've caused you but trust me, I love you. I really do. I can understand how hurtful it must have been for you. I know that I failed to treat you with the love and respect that you deserve. I am truly sorry for any pain or suffering that I have caused you. It was never my intention to hurt you, and I can only imagine the amount of pain that I have caused you. I want you to know that I am willing to do whatever it takes to make things right between us. I am willing to work on myself and our relationship to ensure that this does not happen again. I know that sorry is not enough to fix the mess I have made. I promise to do everything I can to show you how much I love and value you as my girlfriend." Wanda sobbingly said as she held my hand.

"There, you're making promises once again. How many time did you promise me that you'll make it up to me? at first you'll make such effort but eventually, you'll stop and forget about it. I don't even know if I can trust anything that's coming out of your mouth right now." I said and walked away from her, "It hurts me to think that we can't share this part of our lives together with those who are important to us. Am I not important to you? Do you not trust me? Or is it just too scary to go against the norm? I can't keep pretending not to be in love with you when we're around others. I want to hold your hand, introduce you to my friends and family, and just be able to love you openly without any fear or shame." I added. "I don't understand." Wanda said. I chuckled, "I know you don't."

"Do you want to end this? Us?" She asked with fears in her eyes.

I stayed quiet for few seconds thinking what I really want before looking back at her meeting her eyes, "Yes." I husked out causing more tears to fall out of her eyes.

"I'm just so tired, Wanda. I'm tired of the stress and the pressure that surrounds us every day. I'm tired of asking 'how long?' I'm tired of feeling like there's never enough time to do everything we want to do. I'm tired of constantly feeling like we're not doing enough, or that we're falling short somehow. Most of all, I'm tired of feeling disconnected from you. It feels like you've been so busy, so caught up in your own life, that you don't take the time to connect with me. I miss those intimate moments where we could just talk about anything and everything, and I feel like we don't have those as often as we should. It has to be done and I don't want to place blame on anyone— not myself, not you, not anyone else." I walked towards her and wiped her tears before pressing our foreheads together, "I'm sorry, I never thought that this day will come. I'm sorry I got tired and couldn't wait anymore. I love you but I can't be with you anymore. My heart won't start anymore." I finished before lingering a long kiss on her head.

"I love you, Y/N. I'm sorry for not showing it enough. I'm sorry I failed us." She sniffles before looking at me and caressed my cheeks, "I love you… in every universe."

I finally understood that true love isn't always about being together; Sometimes, it's about letting go. Because love alone, wasn't enough.

Both ends of rope were held, but they were held by me, and only me.

I love her too much and that's my biggest mistake I'll never regret, and if I'd ever meet her again in another lifetime, I'll beg the god to let me have you this time.

here's an update for everyone, i'm so sorry for not updating for so long. i hope y'all like this, let me know what you think. enjoy!

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themidnightcrimson · 2 years

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Whorehouse (part 3). | w. maximoff

summary: in which wanda and reader’s fling blooms into something more before wanda finds herself at a standstill.

warnings: mentions of abuse, injury, angst, fluff

this post is not intended for minors.

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The next few weekends were filled with visits to Whorehouse. Wanda had even gone some weekday nights, simply unable to get enough of you. Unknown to her, you had been clearing out your schedule for her, cancelling on other clients to see her instead. She paid you well every time, but it was never really about the money. She was not droll and demanding like most of your clients, no matter how rough she could be. She fucked you to please you more than herself. She fucked you because she wanted it, needed it, and it went so much deeper than just getting her off. She needed you because in some sickening way; you had a healing effect on her.

The side effects of your positive presence in Wanda's life drifted into her days. She did not feel so drained every time she woke up in the morning. The apartment did not feel as horribly lonesome and dreadful. She was able to focus better at work and get along with her coworkers whom she had been avoiding. She didn't feel the need to fill her water bottle up with vodka.

The first time you saw a crack in Wanda's persona was one night where, after having fucked the life out of you, the woman did not get up and leave. Instead, she sighed and fell onto you, resting her head on your chest as she slowly pulled herself out of you with a wince. You both were naked and sweaty, your hair matted around your neck. Your heavy breathing caused your chest to lift Wanda's head with it as you inhaled then exhaled. Wanda's hands were laying limp on either side of you, effectively boxing you in under her.

Neither of you ever talked much. You didn't know any more about her than what she had told you during your first session about being a widow. You had picked up that she had a drinking problem, held a well-paying corporate job, and was borderline suicidal, but other than that, you had no idea what she ate for breakfast, what color her bedsheets were, if she went for runs in the morning, if she had any pets, if she liked sugar in her coffee. As this woman lay over you like a lover, you yearned to know her like one.

"I wanna know more about you," you whispered, your knees still shaking from the events moments before. To your surprise, Wanda's hand came to your knee and softly stroked your leg up and down in a soothing manner. You bit your lip at the feeling, never having felt someone touch you so softly.

In a matter of half an hour, Wanda was driving you to her apartment. You always felt like you were breaking the rules when you left Whorehouse, even if you were completely free to leave at any time. It felt like skipping school, like you were going to get caught and be punished. Your heart raced in your chest as she started driving you into a nicer part of town. What if she was a serial killer? What if she was crazy? You literally did not know this woman, for God's sake. Her being in your bed almost nightly for a few weeks was not enough reason to trust her, but you did.

When you walked into her apartment, you were taken aback. You'd expected a clean, shiny penthouse with not a speck of dust. It certainly was a penthouse, but it was rather messy. Empty bottles of liquor poked through an overfull trash can. A stack of dirty dishes were in the sink. Papers were spread all over the kitchen table, along with an empty bag of chips.

"It's messy," Wanda said quietly, almost as if there was someone else sleeping in the apartment and she was trying to not wake them up, gently closing the door. You had reasoned that she lived alone, so you wondered if she always tiptoed around her empty apartment like that, scared of frightening the ghosts.

"It is," you said in agreement as you approached the living room, standing behind the nice grey sectional. On a table beside the couch you saw a picture of Wanda with another redheaded woman dressed in all black. They were laughing together, holding drinks in one hand and each other in their other. Next to it was a picture of what you could tell was Wanda as a child. She had brown hair, but you could recognize her eyes. She was freckled and crooked-toothed, and so was a boy standing next to her who looked just like her.

"Who's this boy?" you questioned, pointing at the picture. Wanda came up beside you and leaned against the back of the couch, folding her arms over her chest.

"Pietro," she answered in a soft tone, her eyes moving to yours. "My brother."

You took the picture frame, slightly dusty, and stared closer at it. "He looks just like you," you laughed as you put the picture back down.

Wanda gave a sad smile that you didn't see until you turned around once you heard her words. "He was my twin."

Your eyes snapped to her and glanced over the longing look in her face, one that drew from both happy memories and the sadness that he was gone. Biting your lip, you turned to look at the third and last picture. It was of Wanda and a blonde man standing in front of a sign that read Edinburgh. By the way they were holding each other, you could tell that must have been her husband.

Keeping your eyes trained on the picture, you gently questioned, "How did he die?"

Wanda felt an overwhelming ache pass through her. Everyone who had said their condolences to her knew how he passed because they either knew Vision or they had heard it on the news. She had never had to verbally explain how he died.

"Gunshot," Wanda whispered, her voice cracking. She watched you turn to look at her in shock before she added, "To the head."

You immediately began to think of the second time Wanda had visited you, when she had put her head to your gun. Was she trying to understand how her husband had felt? Guilt flooded your throat that you struggled to clear.

"It was just an accident," Wanda said, and for the first time, she wasn't bitter. "Wrong place, wrong time." For over a year, she had been trying her hardest to find reason in his murder. Why hadn't it been someone else? Why had it been her husband? Somehow, she found herself not desperately clawing for all those answers. The answer was in the question itself. It simply wasn't someone else's husband who was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, turning to look at the picture again. Wanda looked much happier there, much more youthful.

Wanda found herself believing you. You were sorry. As she stared at the side of your face that was turned to the picture of Vision, she could see the look of empathy clear on your visage. You didn't even know that Pietro was shot to death in the army in his very first battle, or that the picture of the woman was Wanda's friend Natasha who had committed suicide not long after Vision passed. You didn't know that Wanda's entire life and being was filled with death and grief. You could feel it, she knew that, yet you didn't look at her any differently.

"Y/n," Wanda whispered, feeling like she had said your name for the very first time. You turned around innocently, looking up at her questioningly. Wanda didn't know much about your past, but she knew that the color of your eyes complimented the color of the walls. She knew you would sit on the couch quite comfortably. Your laugh would echo through the apartment like the beautiful song she would ever hear. You would look perfect sleeping in her bed every morning. Your face would be a sight for sore eyes to wake up to every single morning.

"Wanda?" you whispered as the woman's eyes flashed over you, full of some unreadable emotion threatening to spill over. It was filling her up fast, so fast she couldn't stop herself as she slowly leaned in, her eyes transfixed on your lips. Your heart seemed to freeze in your chest, your stomach twisting into knots. Out of habit, because you truly did want to kiss her, you turned your head before you could.

Wanda's lips landed gently on your cheek. Wanda pulled away, looking at you with porcelain pupils certain to break. "I don't kiss," you whispered, your lip trembling. Letting your breath hang in the back of your throat, you stepped past Wanda and left her apartment.

Wanda had gotten tied up with work for the next few days. It was month-end, after all, and in order to make up for her months of lacking productivity, she wanted to be at the top of her game in order to keep her job title. Her evenings were no longer filled with Jack Daniels and Facebook, but signing off on post-closings and trial balances. It had only been a few days since you had left her apartment, and she missed you terribly.

Once Saturday came around, she finished up what she needed to do for work and rushed downtown, nearly trembling in need for you. She wanted to ask you more about your past since you had been revealed some of hers. She wanted to feel your body under hers, to hear your moans of pleasure. She wanted to see that goofy smile you always gave once you were done for the night.

She barged into Whorehouse for what felt like the hundredth time, and before she got to the double doors, the owner she had seen the first night suddenly stepped into view.

“She’s not here,” he husked, stopping Wanda in her tracks. She tilted her head at him in confusion, wondering how he’d recognized her.

“What?”

“Y/n. She ain’t here,” he repeated, taking a drag of his cigarette. “Think I haven’t noticed you seeing her regularly? Your business with her has been keeping the lights on,” he chuckled, “But unfortunately, she ain’t here tonight.”

Wanda blinked, comprehending what he was telling her. “Why isn’t she here?” she blurted, feeling a strangely nauseous feeling inside her. “Where is she?”

A dark look passed the man’s face. “Turn around and go home, lady.”

“She’s gotta be here,” Wanda pressed. “I mean, she stays here, doesn’t she?”

The man sighed, letting his voice drawl in his throat as he pulled up his sleeve to look at a gawdy gold watch on his wrist. “She should be walking back by now.”

“Walking?” Wanda echoed in disbelief. “At this time of night? From where?”

“An old friend of mine who used to be a nurse. Lives just down the road,” he answered, a tone of seriousness passing his voice. It was obvious he was trying to not directly tell Wanda what had happened, but by the mention of a nurse, a million questions flooded her mind.

"Nurse?" Wanda repeated, but the man started to turn away. "Wait!" she called after him, but he disappeared through the double doors to do his job of managing the place. Turning around in circles, Wanda tand her hand through her hair. If you were walking back from somewhere "just down the road," then perhaps she would be able to find you.

Turning back to the door she came through, she rushed to her car parked a little ways down the street, turning in a random direction and hoping she would find you. She circled the block a few times, ignoring the way her heart was pounding in her chest. She didn't want to confront why she was so scared for you to the point where she felt like she could cry if she didn't find you anytime soon.

Finally, after several minutes, she saw you walking down the street, back turned to her. Pulling quickly into a parking spot parallel to the sidewalk, Wanda jumped out without bothering to close her car door. Hearing boots sprint towards you, you paused in fear that you were about to be attacked. Clutching your purse close to you, you quickly whipped around to see who or what was sprinting towards you.

Both you and Wanda froze at the sight of each other. You were not expecting to see Wanda fully sprinting at you on the street, and while she was expecting to see your face, it wasn't like she envisioned.

For, turned to her, the streetlight above illuminated a giant bruise on your left cheek. Your eye was purple and swollen, the other one red, and dozens of dark bruises littered your face and neck.

Wanda's mouth fell open. Even in the dark, she could see how beat up your face was. She didn't know what to say.

"Wanda?" you croaked, squinting your one good eye to make out Wanda's appearance better. She hadn't come to see you in a few days, and to be honest with yourself you had jumped the gun and expected to never see her again.

"Jesus," Wanda whispered in shock, taking a few unsteady steps closer to you. Under the dim light, she could see a few bandages messily applied to cuts on your forehead. "What the hell happened?"

Your face burned from the pain and also from the embarrassment. For a split second you had almost forgotten you weren't bruised and bloodied. Lowering your head, you fiddled with the strap of your purse. "It's nothing."

Wanda raised her brows and came even closer to you. "It's obviously not nothing, y/n," she said firmly, and when she brought a hand to raise your chin, you winced. She slowed down and made her movement more gentle, turning your head to get a good look at you. "Who did this to you?" she asked in a low tone, one that made your ears burn.

"I don't know," you mumbled. "Nobody," you corrected, but a hand squeezing your arm threatened you to tell the truth. "I really don't know!" you exclaimed, your voice coming out shaky. You thought back to the night before, images of a man's hand coming down to strike you flashing through your mind.

Wanda could see tears welling in your wide, traumatized eyes. "Okay," she said with a sigh, nodding and pushing back a strand of your hair that was soft in between her fingers. "Come on, I'll take you back to my place and actually clean those up." She gestured towards your cuts, placing her arm around your waist and ushering you to her car. The feeling of her arm around you made you feel soft inside, but not soft enough to lose your senses.

"I can't, Wanda," you told her, but she continued guiding you to her car, opening the door for you. You were tired and scared, too weak to fight against her. She kept her hand on your lower back as you stepped into the car, making sure you were situated before she closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side and got in.

The car ride to Wanda’s place was silent. You stared out the window and fought back tears while Wanda looked between you and the road more than she should have. Making the situation even worse, it started to pour down rain halfway to her apartment. Her windshield wipers and the violet patter of the rain on the car was enough to drown out the awkward silence that had been ensuing.

When you made it to Wanda’s apartment, as soon as she opened the door, she ushered you to the bathroom. You stood in the doorway as she opened her medicine cabinet and fumbled around until she found her first aid kit. Opening the box, she eyed you. “Who the hell did those bandages?”

Your fingers grazed the gauze loosely taped to a deeper cut on your temple. “An ex-nurse.”

“Can I ask why they’re an ex-nurse?” Wanda asked apprehensively as she took out some ointment.

You pursed your swollen lips and swallowed. “They had a career change… to prison.”

Wanda scoffed and shook her head. “Why didn’t that pimp of yours just take you to the hospital? Or at least drive you.”

You shrugged, fiddling your trembling fingers together. “He was just busy.”

Wanda looked at you firmly, knowing that the truth was that he didn’t care. She remembered first meeting him, when he threatened her with his gun if she ever hurt you or “any of his girls.”She wondered if the other person was still alive at this point, but Wanda figured that his protectiveness was just a bluff to keep his prized assets spick and span. He just didn’t want the value of his moneymakers to go down.

“Sit,” Wanda whispered, patting the counter space next to the sink. Sighing, you placed your palms on the counter and tried to lift yourself up, but you were so shaken and weak from the events of the night that you slipped back down, arms trembling. Wanda’s gaze on you softened as she quickly set the box down and gently took your hips, helping you up onto the counter. “There,” she softly quipped once you were situated on the counter. She noticed you wince, worry creasing her brows.

“If you’re going to ask me what happened—“ you began, but she cut you off.

“You’re going to tell me.”

“Wanda—“

“I deserve to know.”

Your eyes flickered up to hers, noticing that she was standing between your legs. There was a mixture of concern and longing in her eyes as she looked at the bruises on your face, wincing.

“Who did this to you, y/n?” The bathroom suddenly felt deafeningly silent as her voice, low and raspy, gently demanded an answer through an echo off the walls.

Your breath hitched in your throat as tears pricked your eyes. You were so, so tired. Wanda tilted her head with worry and raised her hand towards you, freezing when she saw a flinch cross your face.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” she whispered, keeping her hand in the air between your faces. “I would never hurt you.”

Raising your eyes to her again, you somehow believed her. After your eyes gave her permission, she raised her hand and gently swiped away the tear that had been rolling down your cheek. Somehow, the comforting feeling made more tears well in your swollen eyes and blur your vision even more. Your lip trembled, and Wanda came closer between your legs, snaking one arm around your waist and placing her other hand on the side of your head, stroking your hair.

“Hey, hey,” she whispered, shushing you as your body started to shake with a sob. “It’s okay, y/n. You’re safe. You’re with me.”

You raised your hands and gently laid them at the front of Wanda’s shoulders, your trembling fingers picking at the soft fabric of her shirt. You opened your mouth to speak, but more tears contorted your face.

“Shhh,” Wanda shushed you, looking down at you with worry in her eyes. “It’s okay, baby. Just breathe.” Taking your chin gently in her hand, she lowered her head to look you directly in the eyes. “Just calm down and breathe, y/n. Tell me what happened.”

Your fingers gripped her shirt harder now as you nodded, barely able to make out her face even with how close it was. Sniffling, you cleared your throat and remembered the heights of the evening.

“There was a new client there,” you began, voice edged with choking tears. “He was drunk, or high, or something—I don’t know. He came into my room without paying first. I tried to tell him that an upfront payment is mandatory for the first time, but he—he—“ You choked over your words, and Wanda didn’t even let you continue. She grabbed you firmly, but not too firm, and enveloped you in a tight hug. You pressed your face against her chest, definitely getting some blood there as she held you tightly in her arms, her lips kissing the top of your head

“I’m sorry,” she breathed into your hair as you weakly wrapped your arms around her shoulders. “I’m so sorry.” She rubbed circles into your back, feeling your body relax against her. You could have fallen asleep just like that—she was so warm and smelled so nice. You wanted to just melt into her chest and live in her heart, safe and sound and protected.

Wanda, on the other hand, was not having many comfortable thoughts. “Did he—”

“No,” you answered quickly, closing your eyes and inhaling her warm vanilla scent. “He was hitting me… I fell down and…couldn’t get back up,” you recalled the events, remembering the thundering feeling of the man’s fists striking your cheekbone and the lightning you saw behind your eyes. “Before he could do anything else, my boss came in and…” You remembered hearing the gunshot resounding in your ears and shivered. “He took care of it.” You gulped.

Wanda’s hand stroked down the length of your spine. She had never felt so worried, so angry, so protective over another person ever since Vision. She hadn’t even come to full realization of her feelings for you until right then when you were pressed against her, bruised and bloodied, and all she wanted to do was make sure you never felt that way again. You started out as a nice squeeze for her, but now you were becoming so much more. It terrified and revived her all in one.

“Where are you going?”

Wanda stopped in the doorway as she was about to leave. Turning, she looked at you again, cuddled up under the blankets on her bed. She couldn’t help but pride herself in her hunch being right—you did look perfect in her bed, even with your bruised face.

“You need good sleep tonight,” she whispered, holding onto the doorknob of her bedroom. Once she had cleaned you up, she laid you down on her bed and tucked you in.

“I don’t want to be alone,” you whispered, quickly adding, “I want you.”

Wanda paused, something shifting in her eyes. With a small smile, she stepped back inside and closed the door behind her, walking towards the bed. You pulled down the blankets she had tucked you in under and scooted to the side to give her space. Crawling onto the mattress, Wanda nestled herself beside you, sliding an arm under your head and covering you both back up with the blankets. The rain outside continued to patter against the window as you snuggled into Wanda’s warm body. For once, you felt comfortable in bed. Wanda’s sheets were soft and warm, and so was her body, and so was her hand that rubbed your back.

“Wanda?” you whispered, looking up to see the underside of her chin. She hummed in response, turning her face down to look at you. Your eyes searched her for a moment before, out of impulse of the heart, you reached up and pressed your lips against hers.

You had never kissed her, and you were just as shocked as she was about it. Her lips paused before they returned your kiss slowly, soft and sweet in their glaze. A moment’s silence came when you finally pulled away, looking up at her in dread for a sign of rejection. To your heart’s glee, there was nothing but swirling admiration and lust in her eyes.

“I thought you said you don’t kiss,” Wanda whispered, her thumb coming to rub your lower lip, pulling it down and releasing it again.

“You’re the only exception,” you whispered, nudging your chin against her hand.

“Why?” Wanda prodded, to which you shrugged and ran a hand up her toned abdomen which you could feel through her shirt.

“I just wanted to.”

Wanda looked at you for a moment before blinking and leaning down to smash her lips against yours. You winced at first, Wanda forgetting that you were injured, but her kiss eased as she moved you onto your back, her hands holding you at your sides. Your hands slid up her back to tangle in her hair, and so did your bodies tangle under the sheets.

In the morning, Wanda woke slowly. The morning sunlight drifted from the window and onto the empty space of bed beside her where you once were. Her brows furrowed as her hand moved over the sheets, raising herself up to look around the room in confusion. She rubbed her face and listened for the sound of you somewhere else in the apartment, but she heard nothing.

Pulling the sheets from over her legs, Wanda walked into the apartment with her hand tussling her hair that was wild from sleep. She went into the kitchen first, assuming that perhaps you had gotten hungry. Seeing nothing but an empty, messy kitchen, she moved to the bathroom. The door was half open, so she stood behind it and gently knocked. “Y/n?”

Hearing no response, she slowly pushed the door open to see the bathroom was empty too. After turning circles in her apartment to ensure that it truly was empty, she started to worry.

Why had you just slipped out without saying anything? You hadn’t even left a note or anything. Did you go back to Whorehouse?

Wanda imagined that your pimp probably called you telling you to get back. Were you in trouble for what had happened with the drunk man?

It was nearly noon considering she had stayed up late taking care of you. Whorehouse probably wasn’t open yet, but it wouldn’t hurt to take a drive over there just to see that you were okay.

Was this crazy of her? She paced around in circles, holding her keys in her hand and trying to decide if she wanted to go or not. She remembered the night before, how you had kissed her so softly. She had made love to you for the first time, and she fell asleep with you in her arms. She had felt pure bliss for the first time in a year, and she could tell you did, too.

So why did you leave?

Wanda couldn’t hold herself back anymore. Jogging through her front door, she made her way to her car in the parking garage. She just had to know you were okay.

The drive downtown was speedy and nervous. Her hands stuck to the leather wheel from how sweaty they were, and her foot that was not on the gas pedal was jumping against the floor mat.

“C’mon, c’mon,” she murmured when the last stop light keeping her from her destination turned red right before she was about to pass it. Finally, it turned green, and as she sped into a parallel parking space and parked, she scrambled out of the car.

She speedwalked down the sidewalk, and as she passed the old rundown electronic store, she turned the same corner into the same alleyway she’d been visiting for weeks.

But it wasn’t all the same. The puddle of water always right there was the same. The dumpsters were the same. It was as narrow as it had always been, as dim and damp. There were black smudges living on the brick still.

Something was not the same. At the very end of the alleyway, where there once was a door, there was not. Above where there once was a door, there once was a buzzing LED sign in scarlet letter that read Whorehouse.

Wanda’s eyes widened in confusion. She went to take a step forward, but her boot landed right in the puddle of water. She stopped and looked down at her warped reflection that she saw the first time she came to that alleyway. This time, there was no red illumination of the LED sign.

Looking back up, Wanda stomped down the alleyway, her hands trembling. She nearly fell against the wall, pressing her palms into the dirty brick. She looked all around, wondering if she somehow had managed to misplace the one door she had been walking through every other night, but it was nowhere.

There was no Whorehouse. There never was. And deep down, Wanda always knew that. As she turned around and slid her back down the wall until she fell into a heap on the cement ground, she realized that it had all just been an extension of herself. It was a solution to her loneliness. It was her mind’s way of filling up the holes inside her that she just couldn’t close up. The bullet in her heart lodged further.

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