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Biting, marking, strap-on, mommy kink, choking, oral, praising kink, Wanda being jealous.

Summary- you accompany your mother to the country club house, only to meet an interesting woman.

I don't really have a clue about tennis so bare with me here.

(y/m/n) - your mother's name

Milf Wanda is amazing! And thank you for so much positive feedback on my previous fic!

Your pov:

"Mom do I really have to go with you?" You ask, voice filled with annoyance as you follow the woman up the stairs.

"Yes you do. Now go pack your bags. I don't want to hear another word of this. We are going and that is final." You let out a defeated sigh, and walked up to your room. Your mother insisted, well more like forced you to accompany her to the country club to play some tennis because apparently you had been inside the house far too long this summer.

You were a good tennis player, that's for sure but being around so many snobbish, older people just wasn't how you wanted to spend your day. Especially with your mother's nagging voice ringing in your ear, constantly murmuring how you weren't playing perfectly. Nonetheless you began to get ready because you weren't in the mood for another scolding from the older woman. You put on your clothes, a pair of shoes, picked some essentials before placing them in your gym bag, and lastly, you grabbed your racket and a few tennis balls.

"Alright, let's go!" Your mom yelled from downstairs and you groaned. You rushed downstairs before grabbing your water bottle then walking towards the car.

"Trust me kid, I'd rather be at work than go to that country club." Your dad murmured softly from behind you and you only chuckled.

You stepped out of the car before your mom walked behind you, a grumble of annoyance escaping her lips.

"I told you, no short skirts, are you trying to show your ass to everyone? Christ what will people think?!" You rolled your eyes but you had a sly smirk painted across your face. Perhaps you'd find someone interesting here.

Your family walked into the Westview Country club, being stopped by a couple of your mother's closest friends. Your dad had already wandered off to the buffet and you were left awkwardly standing in the center of the large room.

You sighed, annoyance already bubbling up deep within you. You decided to make your way outside to the courts instead of just standing alone in the room. You were bored and beyond frustrated that your mother had pulled you away from the comfort of your room and forced you to come here. You walked past a few people you knew, smiling at those who even offered a glance your way. The rest of them just passed you without a word or just gave you a scowl. Well isn't everyone in this place just a ray of sunshine.

Minutes later and you were starting to get pissed. Your mother was nowhere to be found and your dad was surrounded by a bunch of other men talking about sports or the young girls they had been sleeping around with. Ew.

As you made your way to an empty court, you got hit by a tennis ball on your head.

"Ouch! What the fuck man?" You grabbed the ball before turning around, ready to scold whoever had hit you with the ball. You knew it wasn't intentional but you just wanted to let your frustrations out.

"Oh, I'm so sorry sweetheart, a friend and I were playing and turns out my aim wasn't right." A blonde woman apologized with a sincere smile on her face. You weren't even paying attention to her apology because you were so mesmerized by her features. This woman was sculpted by aphrodite herself. The woman had short blonde hair, gorgeous green eyes, plump pink lips, manicured finger nails that could probably ruin you...

"Oh um no it's okay." You cleared your throat in embarrassment before letting a chuckle fall past your lips. The blonde just smiled at you before she tilted her head.

"Do I know you? You just look so familiar?" She asked, now placing her racket in her other hand.

"Oh no. I don't think so. My mother is actually the one who comes here often and-"

"Y/n, there you are." Your mom came in, interrupting the conversation you were having with this mysterious woman.

"Oh. I see you've met Wanda Maximoff." Your mom murmured and it was then that you remembered the infamous woman your mother did not like. At all.

Wanda, on the other hand now realized why you looked so familiar. You practically had your mother's face if it wasn't for the difference in eye color and well because you were younger.

Back to you, you still wondered how your mother could hate such a beautiful woman. Then again, your mother hated everyone. Your eyes ran over the woman's features before they landed on those gorgeous green eyes that were looking right at you before they turned to your mother.

"Hello y/m/n." Wanda said, her voice sounding as equally pissed as your mom's. The blonde woman averted her eyes to you, smiling at you before your mom began talking.

"We should catch up! Have some tea some time." Your mom said and you fought the urge to scoff.

"Of course, that would be great, I really should get back to my game though." The blonde spoke and you were a little upset that you wouldn't have time to talk to her anymore.

"Well y/n here is a great player herself. Maybe she can play against you." You turned to your mom with a scowl plastered on your face. Of course your mom would do this. Yes, you wanted to talk to the blonde but you didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of her.

"Sure, I wouldn't mind that at all."She smiled and winked at you. You blushed a little before your mother nudged you to walk over to the court she was playing at.

You and Wanda began walking in an awkward filled silence until the blonde woman spoke up.

"Your mother. Very interesting woman isn't she? " She said and you laughed a little.

"Yeah, one could say that. But I'd like to think we're different."

"How so?" She asked and you just shrugged.

"I don't know, I just guess we're not the same." Wanda nodded and watched as you walked in front of her, your skirt riding up from your movements.

"Sorry Agnes, do you mind if I play with someone else right now?" Wanda asked and the woman named Agnes just agreed before walking off the courts.

"No problem hun, I should catch up with Ralph and make sure he isn't up to anything stupid." She joked before turning to you.

"Hiya hot stuff, what's your name?"

"Y/n." You said with a shy smile and Agnes chuckled.

"Well aren't you a cutie. Anyways you two enjoy your game. And take it easy on her Wanda." Agnes said with a pointed look making her friend roll her eyes.

"I should warn you, I'm not the best player." You said with a shrug of your shoulders which made the blonde woman smile.

"Neither am I sweetheart, but we'll see what happens yeah?" Wanda said as she bent down to pick a ball up.

You watched as she bent down. You fought the urge to stare at her ass but it wasn't that easy. Wanda could feel your eyes on her and when she stood up she had the biggest smirk on her face.

"See something you like?" She teased and you felt your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

"Uhm I'm sorry." She only laughed before walking over to place her bottled water down.

You walked over to place your phone and water bottle on the side before making your way to your side of the court. And just like that, you and Wanda began your game of tennis.

"Well, you're quite the excellent player yourself Ms y/l/n"

"You're not too bad too Mrs Maximoff."

"Oh honey, please call me Wanda. Mrs Maximoff makes me feel old." She says with a small laugh and you nod your head.

"Alright Wanda." The name slips off your tongue in a way that has Wanda holding onto her racket for her dear life. You were so sweet and adorable to her, something about you intrigued her. She'd never felt this way before. Never with her past relationships and surely never with Vision. And the smile you sent her afterwards, was enough to make her feel like she was young again. Something about you drew her in and she wanted to explore it more.

You could practically feel the tension between the two of you, her eyes scanning your face and her lips parted but of course your mother just had to walk in and ruin the moment.

"Who won?" She asked and you turned to Wanda.

"Uh we weren't really keeping track." You said while shrugging and you could see your mom fighting back a scoff.

"But it was fun." you commented and Wanda sent you a wink.

"Well it was nice to see you Wanda, but we should get going."

Your mom pulled you away before you even got the chance to say goodbye to Wanda.

After that day, you found yourself visiting the country club more often just to see a particular blonde woman. You often went with your parents or sometimes even alone.

Wanda caught onto your little act and she loved every second of it. She loved the days when you'd decide to come alone. That way, she could be more flirtatious with you not that she stopped even when your parents were around, she just did it skillfully.

"I see you've come alone. Is it perhaps to see me once again?" She asks with a small smile playing on her lips.

"Well Wanda as much as I do enjoy seeing you, who says a girl can't come here to play some tennis?" You teased with a wiggle of your brow and she chuckled.

"Fair enough, but enough of that, join me for a drink?" She asks with a hopeful smile and who were you to deny some time with the blonde woman.

So with a nod of your head, you followed the woman to the bar area. You sat down with Wanda next to you, and she called over the bartender to order a drink. You spent the afternoon talking to Wanda, and it was absolutely amazing. It seemed as though the alcohol she drank made her more bold with her touches and glances, and even her words were much more sultry and suggestive than before. And you won't lie, you did enjoy the slightest bit of attention that you got from the older woman.

"Can I ask a qiestion?"

"Well you're already asking me one aren't you detka?" She teases and you laugh lightly.

"Go ahead."

"Are you married?" Wanda is taken aback by your question and you are immediately overcome with a dreadful feeling.

"Oh god I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I just wondered why you were reffered to as Mrs since, well I haven't really seen you wear a ring."

Wanda shakes her head with a small chuckle that eases your nevers just a bit.

"That's alright malysh, I'm not mad. I was married but unfortunately we didn't work out." She pauses for a moment, her finger tracing the outline of the glass like she was contemplating whether to continue talking or not.

"I understand, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"You're precious." She remarks again, giving you a wink that sends butterflies down to your stomach.

"He wasn't faithful. After I had my twins, he sort of just distanced himself. I thought I was overthinking it but I guess I was right when he'd barely come home at night or whenever he did, he'd smell like another woman's perfume." A dry chuckle escaped her lips and your heart clenches.

"I'm sorry about that." You say, reaching for her hand and rubbing it. She gives you a small smile before clearing her throat.

"That's all in the past malysh. I guess the name still sticks to this day."

"You have twins?" You ask with a smile and she nods her head.

"Hm hm. My two boys, Billie and Tommy."

"That's amazing." You say with a genuine smile and Wanda gives you one of her wide smiles.

"You're in to her aren't you Wanda?" Her friend asked as they sat on the pool chairs, watching the twins have fun inside the pool.

"Of course not Agnes, that's insane. I just have an admiration for her. That's it."

"Oh what a bunch of bull-" Wanda gives Agnes a warning look that silences the brunette from finishing her cuss word.

"It's harmless fun Agnes. It really isn't anything." Wanda explains to her friend who doesn't believe a single word she says. Agnes scoffs but says nothing more, instead she picks up her drink and takes a sip of it while watching Wanda with a unamused expression.

Wanda had asked you to help her with a few things at her home. And being the polite girl who had grown a crush on the woman, well you agreed. Which is how you found yourself next to the woman, helping her with her sink.

"Do you really know what you're doing there y/n?" She asked, gaze shamefully sweeping down your frame.

"Your lack in faith for me is quite undermining Wanda." You joke as you finished up. Wanda bit her lip, heat spreading down her spine as she watches you fix her sink.

"There. Done." You remarked as you stood up. You opened the faucet, smiling to yourself once the water begins to run.

"Problem solved."

"Thank you y/n you're a life saver." She murmurs and you shoot her a smile.

"How much can I pay you?"She asked as she pulled her wallet out.

"Oh no, please it's not necessary."

"Nonsense y/n, let me at least give you something." She pulls out money, handing it to you but you push her hand back gently.

"I'm serious, it's okay Wanda." With the way you were looking at the woman, she could only breath out before darting her tongue to the corner of her mouth. The small action catches your attention almost immediately and the tension in the kitchen rises, the both of you being aware of it.

"Is there maybe another way I could pay you?" She asks in a husky tone that has your stomach flipping and before you know it, her lips are pressed against yours.

You're taken slightly aback with the kiss and the ferocity of it but you kissed her back with the same level passion. Wanda pushed you against the kitchens counter, her arms moving up to wrap around your neck as yours find their place around her waist. The two of you battle for dominance but you manage to overpower her and you bite her tongue which has her eliciting a whine. Wanda pulls away from the heated kiss, her cheeks coated in a red tint breath still ragged from the kiss the two of you just shared.

The both of you don't say anything to one another for a while and once Wanda starts speaking, you can't seem to pay attention because all you were thinking about was what was under the clothes she had on. When Wanda realizes that you weren't paying attention to what she was saying, because your dilated pupils were focused on her cleavage instead, she could not help the flutter of butterflies that erupted inside her stomach. The idea of someone wanting her after so long has her feeling different, almost as if she was finally being seen.

And when you see Wanda begin to unbottun her shirt, your eyes are fixated on her movements before they trail up to her face that has a smirk planted on it.

"Are you sure there isn't another way I can pay you y/n? I think you'd like this payemnet very much." Her tone was so sultry and fuck did it make you wet. All you could do was clear your throat, your mouth running dry as she slips her blouse off. Your hands twitch in response, the urge to reach out and touch her smooth skin so strong.

"You can touch if you'd like." She teases and you reach out to pull her in for a searing kiss. Wanda can't help the moan that escapes her lips as you reach over to touch her covered breasts. She hums in pleasure as your fingers trail to her shoulders, to pull the straps of her bra down. Wanda's eyes are dilated, her breathing has escalated and she now stares at you with a pleading look.

"Y/n... Touch me."

Another sunny day and Wanda was sitting outside on the pool chairs with her friend next to her. She watched as her boys played in the swimming pool, a water gun in Tommy's hand while Billy held a ball. Agnes, ever the talkative one between the two of them, continued to rant about her husband. Something about his mother coming into town and Agnes wanting nothing more than to run away. But Wanda couldn't pay attention to her.

Not when her thoughts were consumed by you and you only.

"Y/n and I are having sex." She said quietly but loud enough for Agnes to hear.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard what I said."

"Could you perhaps elaborate."

"What is there to elaborate, her and I are..."

"Fucking?"

"Not so loud." Wanda slaps her friend on the shoulder, her eyes scanning at the children before they're back on Agnes.

"But yes."

"How did this begin and... When?"

"It just... Happened."

You kissed Wanda again and again until you had no air to breathe. The older woman was now sprawled on her bed, her chest heaving with anticipation as you slowly slid her panties off. Wanda licked her lips in anticipation, her heart racing as she waited for your first move. And when you finally latched your tongue onto her bundle of nerves, her head was thrown back in pleasure.

"Oh.... Fuck!" The tatse of her sweet nectar had you humming in satisfaction before you greedily began to feast on the blonde woman's pussy.

Wanda's hands were locked in your hair, pulling the coils as her thighs wrapped around your head.

"god y/n just like that!"

"You tatse so amazing Wanda."

"Well it happened the day she helped me fix my sink."

"And when you say 'having sex' you mean that you two are still..."

"Yes."

Another day at the tennis club and instead of doing the actual sport, you were currently doing Wanda in the country clubs bathroom. With the older woman propped onto one of the sinks in one of the country clubs' luxurious bathroom, you had been eagerly eating her out for a long while. Wanda bit her lip in attempt to suppress her moans but with your skilled tongue swiping through her folds and collecting her wetness as if her slick was keeping you alive, and maybe it was.

"Y/n, please S-stop..." She whimpered as you brought her to her third orgasm in that bathroom. You hummed but when you you tried to move an inch away from the woman's pussy, her hand was grabbing your head, pushing you towards her pussy once again.

"You want me to move or stay?" You teased as a finger collected her slick before bringing it up to her face as proof of how wet she was.

"I don't think you want me to stop because your pussy sings otherwise Wanda." The woman groans and the smirk on your face grows before you slip your fingers inside her again.

"Well this is something I didn't expect." Agnes mumbles while downing the last of her drink.

"How is she?"

"She's... indescribable."

"Better than Vision?" The brunette woman asks with a teasing smile that has Wanda scoffing.

"What he did, y/n could probably do in her sleep."

"Well my dear, I just advice you to be careful Wanda. You know how people feel about well you know homosexuality. Besides her mother is a devil so the territory you're playing on is quite dangerous."

Wanda hums in agreement. She knew that Agnes was right but that didn't mean that she would even think about ending whatever it is that you two had. Not when she was having so much fun.

Sunday services weren't really your favorite thing to attend. That was until you met Wanda. Now it was somewhat tolerable. It's not that you didn't like the word but the environment around you was toxic. You could do without the remarks about homosexuality or the snark comments that were thrown your way at times, that's what you hated the most.

But there you sat, a few rows behind the older woman. Wanda looked as dashing as ever. With her blonde hair styled perfectly, a blue dress adoring her gorgeous figure to which she topped off with a diamond necklace. And right next to her, were her two children, who were dressed in suits. You could tell that it had been a hassle to get both Billy and Tommy into those suits since Tommy could not stop tugging at his tie whenever his mother wasn't looking at him. But nevertheless, they all looked like the perfect family.

"Y/n?" A somewhat familiar voice called your name from behind and you turned to see Sam, a girl who you had once shared intimacy with in the past.

"Sam? What are you doing here?"

"Why are you so shocked to see me huh?" She joked and you shook your head.

"You don't go to church."

"Touché. I'm actually here with my older sister. She thought it would be beneficial you know." You nodded your head in understanding before she moved over to you.

"Mind if I sit here?"

"Please, go ahead." She gave you a smile, and once upon a time you would have melted at the sight but now your heart was somewhere else.

Speaking of which, Wanda had been staring at the two of you for some time now. She tilted her head, trying to figure out what was going on between the two of you. And when Sam sat next to you, she couldn't help but frown at this. It seemed like the two of you knew each other. Especially with the Way Sam was practically undressing you with her eyes.

She should be shameful. Not because she was in a holy place but because she was stepping onto another woman's property. Not that Wanda saw you as property, but she didn't like this at all.

"So do you wanna go out sometime maybe?" Sam asked with her hand on your shoulder as the service had finally ended.

"Uh no." You pushed her hand away, in attempt of getting away from her.

"I'm seeing someone."

"Oh."

"I should go anyway."

Wanda had told you prior to meet her later that night. She had mentioned how she had wanted to surprise you with something that day a week ago and you could not help the giddy feeling that had been arising in you. Wanda had given you a key to her house some time ago, so it was easy for you to slip into her home without any hassle.

As you walked up the stairs with your hands inside your pocket, you could hear the faint noise of shuffling which you could only assume was from the master bedroom. And when you walked inside, you spotted the blonde woman seated on her bed, a silk robe covering her features.

"Hi." You spoke giddly and Wanda only offered a smile in acknowledgement before beckoning you over with that same smile on her face. You walked over to the woman, who slowly but surely got you to be situated onto your knees in front of her, her hand placing the small strand of hair behind your ear.

"Who was that girl you were with earlier on?" She asked and you frowned in confusion.

"Which girl?"

"Don't play coy with me y/n." You tilted your head, still confused as to what she had been talking about until it dawned you.

"Oh she was just someone."

"Uh huh." Wanda was quiet for a moment before humming.

"Do I look dumb malyshka?"

"W-what no."

"Let me tell you something y/n. I don't like it when someone touches what's mine and sweetie, that friend of yours was touching what was mine."

"Well i-"

"Did mommy say you could talk?" Woah.

"Now it might have been my own fault for letting that cute little head of yours think that you were in charge because my sweet girl, you aren't." Her tone was straight up condescending and you were taken aback by the women's sudden dominance but you'd be a fool if you said you didn't love it.

"I'm sorry." Was all you could mumble as you bowed your head.

"Oh mommy knows you are sweetheart, and you can always make it up to me, right?"

"Yes I can, I promise I can."

"Good girl. Now... " Wanda slipped her robe off, and you were borderline shocked to see a harness attached to her hips.

"Pretty right? And I'm sure it will look even better inside your pussy." She murmured and you couldn't help but let out a small whine.

"Falling into obedience so easily huh?" She chuckled darkly before her hands were in your hair.

"Why don't you get this wet for me huh?" She said while guiding the toy to your lips. And you now being the good girl you are, opened your mouth gladly accepting the toy inside.

"Oh what a precious sight this is." Wanda bit her lip as she watched you suck the red silicone toy in amazement. She was mesmerized with watching it disappear before it reappeared covered in a layer of your spit. Wanda let out a groan once she heard you gag around the toy, she had to hear it again, to see your face become ruined from her ministrations.

Wanda's hips began to raise on their own accord and she cooed as the strap hit the back of your throat countless times.

"That's okay, look how good you're doing for me." And she continued to fuck your mouth until she was satisfied with the results which was your teary half lidded eyes looking up at her.

"How pretty." Wanda commanded you to strip until you were bare before she instructed you to lay down onto her rather comfortable bed. She'd purposefully told you to leave your panties on because she wanted to be the one to slip the garments off. And when she ripped the material apart with a dark look in her eyes, you then realized that you were in for it all. Especially since you had no clue of what lengths Wanda was capable of.

Wanda wasted no time with her fingers. With your slick covered pussy, she maneuvered her two fingers inside before moving them at a moderate pace. Never did you think the woman you had secretly been seeing for almost two months, had this side to her. A feral, dominant and more sadistic side. But you fucking loved it.

"Look at this sweet pussy. What is it that you said huh? Your pussy sings for me..."She reiterated the words you had once told her as she scissored her two digits inside you.

Wanda was fucking you with her fingers. Hard. She just couldn't get the picture of that girl next to you. Wanda would make sure that you knew your body belonged to her. Whenever she would be around, your body would yearn for her subconsciously, your mind would need her. You would need her. She continued with her ministrations, watching as her once dry fingers were now soaked with your arousal.

She smiled to herself, her mind wheeling with all the possibilities she could do with you. And when her mouth latched onto your clit, you were practically gone. The older women fucked you as if she'd known your body for years. You were certain the women knew your body better than you did. You shuddered as her teeth grazed over your clit, a wanton moan escaping your lips from the sensation.

"Oh you like that don't you? Such a pretty girl." She cooed before doing it again. Wanda separated from your pussy, her fingers slipped out of your pussy and you whined which only made her smirk.

"Wanda-"

"Patience dear, you said you'd make it up to me didn't you?" She asked with a raised brow and you let out a huff.

"Don't worry, mommy knows was best for you." She lightly slapped your face before her slick covered fingers were placed inside your mouth.

"Suck. Clean your mess up." And you did. You sucked and licked her fingers as if your life was dependent on it.

"Good girl. If only you could see yourself. You look so fuckable." Wanda's teeth tugged at her lips as her fingers were pulled out of your mouth then slipped inside your pussy again. She began moving them slowly, and your hips started moving on their own accord, needing to feel her fingers slide deeper inside of you.

"Awwe pretty girl, do you want me to fuck you?" A frustrated eye roll was sent her way and within the blink of an eye, Wanda had her hand pressed against your throat, her eyes glimmering with anger, disappointment and lust.

"Don't be a brat now. I don't like brats." She said, her hand tightening around your neck, but not to the point where you couldn't breathe, just as a warning to you.

"M'sorry."

"I'm sure you are." Her hand was still on your neck as the fingers inside you quickened.

"Is this all that you want? To cum?" Her question made you stutter but you nodded your head. Wanda tutted but her fingers still continued to move inside of you.

"Pathetic." Her fingers hit that spongy spot inside you that had you babbling and begging to ask Wanda to cum. She smirked before she made a thinking face.

"You wanna cum detka? Cum for me then."

As the older woman made that final command, your body spasmed and you experienced one of the most toe curling orgasms you'd ever received in your life.

"Fuck."

"There we go, just let go yeah?" Wanda whispered inside your ear as she marked your neck. A reminder that you were hers and anyone that would see these marks would know that you belonged to someone, even if they didn't know it was her.

And when you finally came back from your high, Wanda had already been positioning the strap on inside of you,catching you off guard almost immediately.

"Look how easily it slides in?" She murmured as she slowly began to thrust the toy inside of you.

You could feel it tearing you apart. The silicone toy was longer and girthier than you had expected it to be. But with the way Wanda had been looking at you while her fingers played with your nipples the pain has soon subsided, slowly becoming pleasurable. You moaned and whimpered as Wanda took full control of your body, somehow fucking you into the bed.

"You're mine y/n, don't forget that." She said as she pounded into you. You didn't know what to do with yourself. This pleasure was overwhelming but in a good way.

"Say it."

"I'm yours." With gritted teeth, she continued rutting her hips inside of you and you could feel your orgasm approaching.

"Come on y/n, cum again. And you're gonna keep cumming until I tell you you can stop." Wanda mumbled, her hips never getting tired of pistoning in and out of you, especially with the way your pussy was gripping the toy. Or the way your arousal would spread all over the toy, god it was mesmerizing. And soon enough you had been succumbing the pleasure, your second orgasm of the night hitting you like a tidal wave.

But Wanda Maximoff was a woman of her word. And when she said you'd cum until she was satisfied, she meant it. She was adamant on making your body hers. From the marks to the bites and to your pussy singing for her. Just her.

By the end of the night, your body was hers and her body was yours.

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mad-maximoff · 8 days ago

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Pondering my orbs.

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mad-maximoff · 13 days ago

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saving for later

smut prompt list no. 3

1) mirror sex

2) sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them

3) fully clothed x stark naked

4) slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if it’s after a battle or after they’ve patched up each other’s wounds)

5) body worshipping

6) marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)

7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)

8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck

9) revenge sex

10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them

11) quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials

12) fucking, but one is still trying to keep all of their attention on the game they are playing

13) getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor

14) library sex for those dark academia vibes

15) jealous sex in the alleyway behind the bar

16) accidental i love you’s during sex

17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place

18) a/b/o

19) getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit

20) sleepy domestic sex

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mad-maximoff · 29 days ago

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mad-maximoff · 29 days ago

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"You could just use ai" yeah well I could also just kill you.

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mad-maximoff · 29 days ago

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mad-maximoff · 1 month ago

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imagine wanda using her powers to use you for her pleasure

You're panting, and everything feels so hot. You're on your back, your body feels like it's being swallowed by her soft and silky mattress as she uses you like an automatic sex toy.

"Come on baby, you can do better than that"

You grip her hips so hard you can see marks forming under your fingers as you thrust her strap-on into her greedy cunt.

You've been doing this for what felt like hours and you can already feel your hips cramping and locking into place. You hear her sigh in disappointment, your heart dropping at the sound.

"Must I do everything for you, little girl? Yeah? You always end up needing mommy's help, huh?"

Her condescending words make you whimper as you feel your body get wrapped around in her scarlet wisps, you can feel your control over your own body vanish as her eyes glow scarlet. It felt electrifying yet scary at the same time, you sobbed and whimpered and moaned as she forces your body to move as she likes, just as she wants you to. You're her puppet, she's your puppeteer.

"That's it baby, no more thinking, let mommy do everything for you"

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mad-maximoff · 1 month ago

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Age of Ultron - Wanda

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mad-maximoff · 1 month ago

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wanda maximoff is soo fine

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Delirious

Elizabeth Olsen x G!P Reader

Summary: Lizzie wakes up to find her wife burning in fever beside her.

Word Count: 6,627

Warnings: (+18), smut, reader has a penis, fluff

Note: A little something before part 4 of “Written in Our Souls.” This is my first attempt with smut. I hope it’s not so bad.

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The sunlight peaking through the curtains is what woke up Lizzie.

She groans with the brightness but open her eyes to check the time, and realizing it was almost time to get up.

She turns on the bed and see Y/N, her wife sleeping soundly with a little frown beside her.

She smiles lovingly and move closer. When she touches her face she realize the heat. Y/N is burning, and she just realize how her cheeks are red.

“Babe. Babe, wake up! You are burning.” She caress Y/N cheek.

A soft groan escapes Y/N’s lips, but her eyes remain closed, her brows furrowing even more.

Lizzie sits up instantly, the sleepy haze from moments ago now completely gone. She cups Y/N’s face gently with both hands, brushing her thumb across the flushed skin. “Y/N, come on, talk to me,” she says, worry thick in her voice.

Y/N shifts slightly, murmuring something incoherent before finally blinking up at her. Her eyes are glassy and unfocused.

“Hey,” Lizzie whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to her damp forehead. “You’re burning up. Why didn’t you wake me?”

“I didn’t… want to bother you,” Y/N mumbles, her voice hoarse and dry.

Lizzie frowns deeper. “You’re never a bother.” She reaches for the thermometer in the drawer beside the bed and presses it gently against Y/N’s temple. As it beeps, Lizzie brushes back the strands of hair stuck to her wife’s sweaty forehead.

She glances at the number.

102.8°F.

“Okay, no. That’s too high,” she mutters, already moving off the bed and heading to the bathroom. She grabs a damp cloth and fills a glass with cool water.

Back at the bedside, she presses the cloth to Y/N’s forehead and helps her sit up slightly. “Drink this for me, baby. Just a little.”

Y/N obediently sips, leaning into Lizzie’s touch, her body weak and trembling slightly.

“You should’ve told me you were feeling sick,” Lizzie murmurs, voice soft but firm.

“I thought it would go away,” Y/N replies, barely above a whisper.

Lizzie just shakes her head, sitting beside her again, one hand still gently caressing her cheek. “Well, now I’m on nurse duty. You’re not moving from this bed unless it’s to see a doctor. Got it?”

Y/N gives her a small, tired smile. “Yes, ma’am.”

Lizzie chuckles despite the worry. “Don’t ‘yes ma’am’ me. You scared me.”

“Sorry.”

“I love you,” Lizzie whispers, her lips brushing over Y/N’s temple. “You don’t get to scare me like that.”

Y/N hums, her voice sleepy again. “Love you more.”

Lizzie stays there, holding her close, determined not to let go.

Lizzie sighs softly, brushing her fingers down Y/N’s arm as she watches her drift off again. She glances at the time and groans—today was supposed to be packed. An interview and a full-on magazine photoshoot.

But screw that.

With one last kiss to Y/N’s forehead, she slips out of bed and grabs her phone from the nightstand. She walks to the kitchen, the soft tapping of her fingers the only sound filling the space now. She sends a quick text to her publicist:

"Need to cancel today’s interview + shoot. Y/N’s sick, and I’m not leaving her side. Hope they understand. We’ll reschedule. ❤️"

Within seconds, a reply lights up her screen:

"Of course. I’ll take care of it. Hope she feels better soon!”

Lizzie sets her phone down with a sigh of relief and ties her hair up in a messy bun. She pads barefoot into the kitchen and starts pulling things from the fridge—eggs, bread, fruit. Y/N always liked her scrambled eggs with just a bit of cheese, and toast with a ridiculous amount of butter.

As the eggs sizzle in the pan, Lizzie hums under her breath, glancing toward the hallway every so often like she half-expects Y/N to appear despite how sick she is. She sets the toast down on a plate, adds some strawberries on the side, and preps a small tray—water, meds, the breakfast, and a little folded napkin with a doodled heart in the corner.

Balancing everything carefully, she walks back into the bedroom and sets the tray down on the nightstand. Y/N stirs slightly at the smell.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Lizzie murmurs, sitting beside her again. “I made you some breakfast so you can take something for that fever, okay?”

Y/N opens one eye, voice rough but soft. “You didn’t have to…”

Lizzie raises an eyebrow. “I canceled everything today. You’re stuck with me, babe.”

Y/N’s lips twitch into a tired smile. “Best nurse ever.”

“Damn right.” Lizzie tucks a pillow behind her back, helping her sit up slowly. “Now eat. Doctor’s orders.”

Y/N leans into her touch again, clearly drained, but grateful.

Y/N picks at the edge of her toast, her brow furrowing as something clicks in her foggy mind.

“Wait…” she murmurs, her voice still raspy. “Did you cancel mine too? I was supposed to be in the studio today.”

Lizzie, in the middle of slicing strawberries, pauses and glances back at her. “Yeah, I did.”

Y/N blinks, surprised. “Liz…”

“You had a full day booked,” Lizzie continues softly, setting the knife down and walking back to the bed. “Vocal tracking, right? New single?”

Y/N nods slowly.

Lizzie sits down beside her again and tucks a warm hand over hers. “I texted your manager and let them know you were sick. Told them you needed rest and that you’ll reschedule as soon as you're better.”

“I didn’t even think about it…” Y/N murmurs, guilt crawling into her voice. “That track’s on a deadline. The label’s already breathing down my neck.”

Lizzie lifts her hand and presses it gently to Y/N’s chest. “Breathe. It’s okay.”

“But—”

“No ‘but.’ You wouldn’t be able to sing a note in this state. You’re burning up, baby. You’d hurt your voice trying to push through it.”

Y/N bites her lip. “I just hate letting people down.”

Lizzie’s gaze softens. She leans in and kisses Y/N’s cheek, warm under her lips. “You didn’t let anyone down. Your health comes first. Always.”

Y/N sighs, leaning into her touch, voice barely a whisper. “You really canceled both our days for me?”

“Of course I did. You think I’m gonna leave you home alone, sick and sad, while I go smile for a camera and talk about how ‘balanced’ my life is?” Lizzie chuckles, rolling her eyes. “You are my balance, babe.”

A tiny smile tugs at Y/N’s lips, even through the haze of fever. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

“I dare you,” Lizzie teases, brushing her nose against hers. “But only after you finish breakfast and take your meds.”

“Ugh, bossy.”

“Loving,” Lizzie corrects with a wink. “Now eat, rockstar. Then, you’ll take your meds and back to sleep”

“Yes, boss” I give her a grin.

After making sure Y/N finished breakfast and took her meds, Lizzie helped her lay back down and tucked her in with an extra blanket and a forehead kiss. Y/N was out within minutes, her body finally allowing her some real rest.

Now, a couple of hours later, Lizzie stood in the kitchen, hair back in a bun again, fingers flying across her phone screen as she replied to a couple of lingering emails from her team. She stood by the island, reading over a press statement draft when she caught the faint sizzle of garlic in olive oil.

“Okay, back to wife mode,” she mumbled with a soft smile, setting the phone aside and turning her attention to the stove. A pan was heating, pasta water was boiling, and the smell of sautéed veggies filled the space.

She was stirring the sauce when two familiar arms suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind, warm and heavy.

“Y/N?” she asked, startled, but her lips curved immediately into a smile. “You’re supposed to be sleeping.”

Y/N didn’t answer right away. Instead, she nuzzled into Lizzie’s neck, pressing a slow, tender kiss just beneath her ear.

“You’re hot,” Lizzie murmured, resting her free hand on Y/N’s arm, feeling her warmth. “Fever still hanging on?”

“Maybe,” Y/N mumbled into her skin, voice still husky from sleep and sickness. “But I felt lonely.”

Lizzie softened completely, leaning back into her just a little. “You could’ve called for me.”

“I missed your skin,” Y/N murmured. Then she shifted, subtly but deliberately, pressing her hips forward so Lizzie could feel the clear message in her touch.

Lizzie’s eyes fluttered closed for a second. “Y/N…” she warned gently, half a laugh in her tone. “You’re sick.”

“I’m getting better,” Y/N whispered, nipping lightly at her earlobe.

Lizzie turned her head, catching Y/N’s flushed face. “Your fever’s probably making you delusional.”

Y/N gave her a lazy grin. “Delusional for you.”

Lizzie couldn’t help but laugh softly, reaching back to run her fingers through Y/N’s hair. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“So are you,” Y/N whispered, pressing another soft kiss to the base of Lizzie’s neck.

Lizzie inhaled slowly, grounding herself, her heart fluttering. “Alright, alright,” she said gently, turning in Y/N’s arms so they were facing each other. “How about this—we eat lunch, and if you're still feeling better later... I’ll think about it.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, playful. “So there’s hope?”

Lizzie grinned and tapped her nose. “Only if you behave and stay hydrated.”

Y/N groaned dramatically, leaning her forehead against Lizzie’s. “Fine. For you.”

“For me,” Lizzie echoed, pecking her lips with a featherlight kiss. “Now go sit. Chef’s orders.”

Y/N sighed but obeyed, padding slowly toward the kitchen stool, her body still warm but her steps steadier.

And Lizzie? She just shook her head with a loving smile, stirring the sauce again, already thinking about how to sneak in a nap beside her girl once lunch was done.

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Lunch was quiet, filled with soft smiles and light conversation. Y/N picked at her pasta, still not with her full appetite, but she ate enough to satisfy Lizzie’s watchful eye.

Afterward, Lizzie guided her back to the couch, pulling a blanket over her legs and placing a fresh glass of water within reach. She dropped a kiss to her forehead, then turned to grab her own leftovers from the kitchen.

When she returned, Y/N was lounging with her head tilted back, flushed cheeks and glossy eyes still giving her away.

“Still warm,” Lizzie murmured, placing her hand gently on Y/N’s cheek. “You’re definitely not done with that fever.”

Y/N hummed, her voice still raspy, but there was a different kind of edge to it now. “Nope. But now I’m hot and bothered.”

Lizzie blinked, almost choking on a laugh. “Oh, are you?”

Y/N turned her head lazily toward her, a playful smirk ghosting across her lips. “I’ve got a beautiful wife… taking care of me, feeding me, touching my face like she’s in a damn romance movie…” She let her words trail off, letting the weight of her stare do the rest.

Lizzie sat down beside her slowly, raising an eyebrow. “You’re sick.”

“I’m sick,” Y/N agreed, her voice dropping just slightly, “but not dead.”

“Y/N…”

Y/N reached out and hooked her fingers through Lizzie’s hoodie, pulling her closer until their faces were barely an inch apart. “You make it really hard to rest when you’re walking around being all… soft and gorgeous and in charge.”

Lizzie snorted, trying not to give in completely. “You really are running a fever.”

“Maybe.” Y/N leaned forward, brushing her lips gently against Lizzie’s jaw. “But it doesn’t mean I don’t know exactly what I want.”

Lizzie closed her eyes for a second, holding in the flutter that tried to escape her chest. She brought her hands to Y/N’s shoulders, thumbs brushing slow circles over her collarbones.

“You're burning up, baby,” she said softly. “This might not be the best idea.”

Y/N gave her a low, lazy grin, and before Lizzie could say anything else, Y/N gripped her waist and gently pulled her right onto her lap.

“Y/N—” Lizzie started, startled by the sudden closeness — and then she gasped, her breath catching the second she felt the firm press of Y/N’s arousal against her through the blanket.

Her eyes widened, and Y/N just looked up at her with flushed cheeks and a crooked, fever-hazed smile. “Told you I knew what I wanted.”

Lizzie’s breath hitched as her hands instinctively landed on Y/N’s shoulders for balance. Her heart was doing flips, her skin warm from more than just the heat radiating off Y/N’s body.

“You’re insatiable,” she whispered, biting down a grin even as her body betrayed her, shifting slightly in Y/N’s lap.

“And you love that too,” Y/N murmured, eyes hooded, hands resting innocently at Lizzie’s hips — though her fingers were curling just slightly, gripping like she didn’t want to let go.

Lizzie leaned in, her lips just barely brushing Y/N’s. “You’re sick.”

“I’m still strong enough to make you feel good,” Y/N replied, voice low and deep with need, her lips ghosting against Lizzie’s jaw now.

Lizzie’s pulse pounded in her throat. Her body was pressed flush against Y/N’s, heat blooming low in her stomach, but her heart still warred with her rational side.

“You’re still burning up,” she murmured, eyes flickering over Y/N’s flushed face, skin hot under her palms.

Y/N tilted her head up, lips brushing along Lizzie’s cheek, murmuring between kisses, “Then cool me down. Ride it out with me.”

Lizzie closed her eyes, torn between groaning and laughing. “You are such a pain in the ass when you’re needy.”

Y/N smirked against her skin. “And yet, here you are… sitting on me.”

Lizzie rolled her eyes, but her hips shifted again — slow, deliberate — drawing a shaky exhale from Y/N’s lips that had Lizzie nearly melting in her arms.

She leaned in, pressing a firmer kiss to Y/N’s lips this time — warm, slow, and full of intent — before pulling back just enough to whisper, “One condition.”

Y/N’s fingers dug in a little, her eyes already darkening. “Anything.”

“After,” Lizzie breathed, dragging her thumb along Y/N’s jaw, “you take a damn nap. Deal?”

Y/N grinned, feverish and needy and completely wrapped around her. “Deal.”

Y/N’s fever-warmed hands curled around Lizzie’s waist, grounding her, holding her close like she was something sacred. And in that moment, Lizzie couldn’t bring herself to pull away. Not when the air between them felt so thick and slow, like honey — sweet and heavy with need.

She leaned down, their foreheads touching, noses brushing. Y/N’s breath hitched as Lizzie’s fingers slid up her bare arms, slow and searching, tracing the lines of her shoulders. “God, you’re burning,” Lizzie whispered, her voice low and rough with affection. “But you’re still so damn hot in all the right ways.”

Y/N let out a breathless chuckle, her smile lazy and fond. She leans up to take Lizzie’s lips with hers into a sensual dance. The kiss was soon deepened by Y/N, making Lizzie moan softly into her mouth. Lizzie’s hand holds Y/N cheeks while she reciprocate the kiss hungrily.

“We were not supposed to be doing this” Lizzie whisper against Y/N lips.

Y/N’s hips shifted beneath her, just enough to make Lizzie gasp quietly against her mouth. The press of Y/N’s body — the tension she held in, barely — sent a flutter right through Lizzie’s stomach. Y/N kissed down the side of Lizzie’s neck, slow, deliberate, dragging her lips along her skin there, tasting every inch of it.

Lizzie tilts her head back, surrendering, her hands sliding through Y/N hair. “You make me crazy,” she murmured, voice husky.

Lizzie pulls Y/N head up and kiss her again.

She rocked forward in Y/N’s lap, eliciting a low, aching moan that vibrated right through her. Her fingers tangled through Y/N’s hair, while Y/N hands go inside her shirt, caressing her spine. When air is needed Y/N continue to kiss her jawline, going down to her neck. She bites Lizzie’s pulse point making her hiss and grip her hair tightly. Lizzie pulls Y/N head back “no marks”

“Okay” Y/N smiles sheepishly and lean up to kiss Lizzie.

Y/N hands go up Lizzie’s sides, and lift her shirt on the process.

They break the kiss just to remove the shirt.

Lizzie barely had time to register the loss of warmth before Y/N’s mouth was back on hers — urgent, reverent, like she was afraid she might vanish if they weren’t touching. Her fever hadn’t dulled her focus, not when it came to Lizzie. If anything, it sharpened it, made every touch more desperate, more intense.

Lizzie felt her breath catch as Y/N’s hands explored — fingers splayed wide, sliding up her now-bare back, pressing her impossibly close. The heat between them was dizzying, a mix of fever and want that blurred the lines between good judgment and raw need.

“You should be resting,” Lizzie murmured against Y/N’s lips, her voice weak even to her own ears.

Y/N smiled into the kiss, cheeky and warm and utterly unrepentant. “This is me resting.”

Lizzie huffed a soft laugh, the sound melting into a sigh as Y/N’s lips brushed over her collarbone.

“You’re impossible.”

“Mm. But you love me anyway.”

Y/N cups her breasts and start to massage them gently.

A soft moan escaped Lizzie’s lips, her body arching into Y/N’s touch. Heat was coiling low in her stomach, pooling there like slow syrup, making her forget about being the responsible one.

She could worry about that later — right now, all that mattered was Y/N’s hands on her, her mouth on her neck, her body pressed so close they could feel every shudder, every racing heartbeat.

“You’re so beautiful,” Y/N whispered, her breath warm against Lizzie’s skin. She kissed her neck, her shoulder, her collar—anywhere she could reach, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses in her wake. “Every inch of you.”

Lizzie’s skin was fire, burning up from the inside out, every nerve alighted with Y/N’s touch. Her pulse was a wild thing, thundering in her ears as she leaned into each kiss, each caress.

“Y/N,” she managed, trying to steady her ragged breaths.

Y/N starts to rub her thumbs over Lizzie’s nipples while she kisses her breasts.

Lizzie’s breath hitched at the touch, her hands gripping Y/N’s shoulders. “Oh god,” she whispered, her body responding to every move, every small touch.

Y/N’s lips were soft against her skin, moving in a hot, wet trail over her chest, leaving a path of tingling, electric sensations in their wake.

Lizzie’s gasp echoed in the silent room, a mix of pleasure, surprise, and the sharp edge of want. Her fingers gripped tighter into Y/N’s hair, holding her close, needing the support as her body reacted to each flick of Y/N’s tongue.

The wet heat of Y/N’s mouth was dizzying, driving away any coherent thought, leaving behind only sensation, only the slow, building pressure that coiled low in her stomach. Each suck, each gentle bite was like a bolt of lightning, straight through her.

Y/N gives Lizzie’s other nipple the same attention, making Lizzie's back arch even more, her body trembling with the growing pressure, the mounting need. The world was reduced to just this — the heat of Y/N's touch, the sound of their breaths, ragged and desperate, blending together in the silent room.

She was drowning in sensation, drowning in Y/N, losing what was left of her control. Every flick of Y/N's tongue sent another jolt through her, a wave of pleasure that built and built, pushing her higher, further, until she was teetering on the edge of control.

She starts to grind her hips on Y/N’s lap, making Y/N groan.

Lizzie moan a little louder when she finds the right angle that would have Y/N clothed cock brush agains her center.

The friction was both a tease and a promise, a promise of more that only served to drive them both insane. Y/N’s grip tightened around her waist, fingers digging into flesh, holding her still for a moment even as they both ached for more.

Lizzie could feel the heat between them now, a palpable thing, making the air thick, making breathing seem impossible. She wanted to close the gap, to give in completely, to find a release that would erase all else.

But Y/N seemed to sense her urgency, her desperation, and refused to let her have it yet. She pulled back, slowing everything down, returning her focus to kissing and biting her neck instead, leaving her teetering on the edge, panting, needy.

There was a hint of a smile in her voice when she spoke, a teasing edge that was both maddening and delicious. “Patience, love,” she murmured against her skin, her hands roaming, exploring. “We’ve got time.”

Lizzie groaned, her body quivering with the effort of restraint. She wanted everything right then, right there, wanted to let go and drown in the pleasure. But Y/N was unyielding, her touch maddeningly slow, maddeningly sweet.

She pulled back, her eyes dark and burning as they took in Lizzie’s flushed face, her parted lips. Her touch was feather-light now, almost reverent, trailing over her chest, her stomach, her thighs. She was drawing things out, prolonging the sweet agony, and Lizzie felt like she was about to explode.

“Bed?” Y/N ask her

Lizzie could only nod, her mind too clouded with desire to form words. She needed to be in a bed, needed to be beneath Y/N, needed that sweet release that only she could give her.

Y/N didn’t waste a second. In one swift movement, she lifted Lizzie off her lap and stood, supporting all of her weight effortlessly. Lizzie wrapped her legs around her waist instinctively, letting herself be carried across the room, her body still humming, still thrumming with need.

The bed was soft and cool under her back as Y/N laid her down. She removes her pjs leaving herself only in her top and boxers

Lizzie’s gaze wandered over Y/N’s form, taking in the lean lines of her body, the strength coiled just beneath the skin. She was beautiful, always had been, but there was something about her now — flushed, a little sweaty from the fever — that made her even more stunning.

Lizzie reached out, her fingers hooking into the waistband of Y/N’s boxers. She pulled, gently, drawing her closer.

“Come here,” she whispered, her voice soft yet commanding. “I want to feel you.”

Y/N obeyed, letting Lizzie pull her down until she was between her thighs. Lizzie's hands ran over her stomach, her sides, her back, tracing each muscle with worshiping fingers. Every touch was a silent prayer, a plea for more.

Y/N leaned in, capturing Lizzie’s lips in a deep, bruising kiss. Her body was a solid weight, pinning Lizzie to the mattress, making her realize how much she wanted to surrender, how much she relished being under her control.

Lizzie's hands roamed everywhere, desperate and greedy, mapping every inch of Y/N’s skin that she could reach. She was burning up under her touch, every nerve ending set alight.

Y/N kiss down her body, her collarbone, her breasts, down to her tummy. Lizzie’s breath caught at the sight — Y/N above her, kissing a wet path down her stomach, her eyes dark and intense. She swallowed hard, her pulse drumming in her ears, her body taut with anticipation.

When Y/N reach Lizzie’s shorts she looks up for permission. As their eyes met, Lizzie managed a small, shaky nod. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice a soft, rough rasp, “please.“

Y/N remove her shorts together with her underwear.

Lizzie parts her legs immediately for Y/N, and Y/N groan when she sees how wet Lizzie was.

The sound that escaped Lizzie’s lips was soft, needy, desperate. Her body arched as Y/N’s mouth descended, as she felt the first tentative brush of her tongue. The sensation was electric, setting her nerves ablaze.

Y/N was relentless, each touch sending a shiver through her, each lick making her gasp and squirm beneath her. She was being consumed, devoured, and she couldn’t think, could only feel — the heat of Y/N’s mouth, the press of her hands, the coiled tension in her own body.

Lizzie’s fingers tangled in Y/N’s hair, holding her close, needing the anchor. “God, that’s so good,” she managed, her voice ragged with pleasure. Y/N’s response was a low hum, vibrated against her sensitive skin, that made her eyes flutter shut, her head tipped back. Her body was a live wire, every touch amplifying the pleasure, building the pressure inside of her.

Y/N worked her up, bringing her closer and closer to the edge, her mouth and tongue relentless. The sounds that echoed around them were shameless, unashamed, mixed with the soft gasps and moans that escaped Lizzie’s lips. But just as she’d start to shiver, just as her body would start to tense in the lead up to her peak, Y/N pulls back. Lizzie whimpers immediately, but before she can protest Y/N says,

“I’m sorry…” Y/N sits up. “I can’t hold it anymore” she removes her boxers and position herself between Lizzie’s legs

Lizzie watches her, her gaze roaming over Y/N's form, taking in the sight of her - naked and ready. She feels a shiver run through her in anticipation. Her body is taut, coiled tight with need, and the sight of Y/N, settled between her thighs completely hard for her, is enough to make her heart skip a few beats. "Please," she whispers, her voice low, the words almost a gasp.

The touch is electrifying, and a shiver runs through her body. She lifts her hips instinctively, trying to find more of that contact, more of the friction. “Y/N,” she manages, her voice just a little above a whisper. Her fingers grip onto Y/N legs as she pushes inside her. Her breath comes in shallow gasps, and her eyes are locked on Y/N's, pupils dilated with desire. Lizzie bites her lip, trying to hold onto her composure.

Y/N stay still while she removes her top. She throws the piece somewhere in the room, and start to move.

It's slow, tender, and the sensation is overwhelming. Every inch that Y/N pushes in brings her closer, pushes her right to the edge. The heat is all encompassing, and Lizzie can hardly focus, can hardly breathe. She's clenching around Y/N, adjusting to her, wanting more, wanting all of her. Her body is shuddering, her legs shaking, the sensations completely overtaking her. It's too much, and not enough, and Lizzie's hanging on by a thread, waiting for that moment when she finally gets pushed over the edge.

“So sensitive today” Y/N lean down to kiss Lizzie

Lizzie's lips meet Y/N's eagerly, her body still trembling beneath her, still tight and hot around her. "It's you," she whispers, the sound ragged, desperate. "It's you making me like this." She's clinging to her, her hands roaming over Y/N's back, her spine, her shoulders, holding onto her like a lifeline. Her body is burning, every nerve ending alive, every touch sending sparks through her system.

"I need more," she gasps, and she's not even sure what it is she needs, just that she needs it, needs it now . She rocks her hips, trying to draw Y/N in deeper, trying to chase that sensation until she can't think, can't breathe, can't do anything but feel. Her grip on Y/N tightens, her fingers digging into flesh, wanting to pull her closer, wanting her deeper, harder, faster. Her breath comes in sharp little gasps, and she's making sounds she doesn't even recognize, mewling and whimpering like a needy kitten.

Y/N continues to move slowly, taking her time “you feel so good Liz”

Every movement draws another gasp, another needy little moan from her. It's overwhelming, the heat and the friction and the way Y/N feels inside her, filling her up in ways that make her feel both whole and empty at the same time. "Oh god," she breathes, her voice strangled and shaky. "You're killing me."

“i know you want me to go faster but I don't think I can with this fever” Y/N breathing picks up but still slow and steady despite the fever

Lizzie's grip on Y/N tightens, her body arching up to meet Y/N with every slow, deep thrust. "I don't need faster," she whispers, her words breaking apart between shaky breaths, "I just need... I need you, like this, always like this." Every movement feels languid, almost lazy, yet it's exactly what she needs right now. It's gentle, tender, intimate, and it feels like Y/N is worshipping her with every careful thrust. Lizzie's body is burning up, almost as if she's taking on the heat of the fever, but she doesn't care, just wants to

"Please," she gasps, her voice strained with need. It's building inside her, a slow burn that's building with every move Y/N makes. "Don't stop, please, don't stop." The words are barely a breath, a desperate plea, and she's clinging to Y/N, her body tense, her head thrown back, her eyes shut tight. "I'm... I'm..." But the words won't come, the sensations too overwhelming, too all-consuming. Lizzie's body is coiled tight like a spring, and she needs just a little more to send her over the edge.

Y/N brings her lips to Lizzie’s breasts as she continues to move tenderly

Y/N's mouth on her breast is soft, almost reverent, and it's setting off every nerve in her body, sending tremors through her whole body. Lizzie's body is so, so close, just teetering on the edge, and the way Y/N's moving, how she's touching her... it's both gentle and possessive, a quiet claiming. Her hands are holding Y/N hair pulling her more against her chest, her body arching up, trying to draw herself just a little bit closer, trying to find the final thread that would send her over.

“I know you are close my love” Y/N moan as she feels Lizzie tight around her

"I'm... I'm so close," Lizzie gasps, her words coming out in sharp puffs, her body shaking. She's teetering on the edge, the tension winding tighter and tighter, and she just needs something, a tiny push, a single, tiny push. She's desperate, her heart pounding so hard she can barely breathe, but it's the sweetest kind of torment, a maddening slow burn.

Y/N kiss her desperately as she speeds up as much as she can.

The kiss is messy, messy and rough, their lips moving in jerky, hungry strokes, like they can't get enough, like they need each other to breathe. The change in pace is sharp, sudden, but it's just what Lizzie needed, the last final push, and she's biting Y/N's bottom lip, her fingertips digging into her flesh. Her body tenses and then clenches hard as the orgasm crashes through her, a wave of raw pleasure that makes her gasp, her breath coming in ragged gasps of Y/N's name.

Y/N continues to move for Lizzie to come down her high, and when she does, Y/N release inside her.

“Liz! Fuck!” Y/N moans her name.

Lizzie's still trembling, her whole body oversensitive, and the aftershocks of her orgasm are making her gasp, little aftershocks of pleasure shuddering through her body. Y/N's name on her lips sound like a benediction, and she clings to her as if she's the only thing keeping her grounded. She feels warm, sated, and for now, nothing else in the world matters but the two of them, together in this moment.

Y/N collapse on top of her, with red cheeks and heavy breath. Her head was pounding because of the fever

Lizzie catches her, pulling her close, even though her body is still boneless from the previous high. The room is hot, and Y/N feels like a furnace, her body radiating even more heat than before. She holds her, rubbing soothing circles on her back, her fingers tracing the lines of her spine.

"You're so warm," she whispers, her voice low and soft. She brushes a lock of hair from Y/N's forehead, her fingers lingering over her flushed skin. "You're burning up."

Y/N shivers a little, the cool touch of Lizzie's fingers a contrast against her heated flesh. "I'm fine," she mumbles, her response half-muffled. The fever has left her exhausted, every joint and muscle feeling weighed down, but she still manages a small, shaky smile. "Just need... a little rest."

Lizzie hums thoughtfully, her hands still roaming over Y/N's body. She can feel the heat radiating from her, the slight shiver that courses through her every now and then. "You need medicine," she says softly, her tone brooking no argument. "And you need to rest."

There's a small grumble from Y/N, more of a token protest than anything serious. She's too tired, too worn out to argue, and a part of her is secretly glad that Lizzie is being so firm. She doesn't really want to move, doesn't want to leave the comfort of Lizzie's arms.

"Don't argue," Lizzie chides gently, her words softened by a small laugh. There's a hint of amusement in her voice, but it's mostly tenderness, her fingers continuing their soothing motions. "Just lie still. I'll get you medicine and water, okay?"

Lizzie tap Y/n butt “pull out for me first baby”

With a soft groan, Y/N complies, slowly pulling out. She's still flushed, still trembling slightly from the fever and the exertion, but there's a hint of a smile on her lips as well.

Lizzie brushes a kiss to her forehead, her touch gentle. "Be right back," she whispers, carefully rolling Y/N onto her back and off of her. She slips out of the bed, her movements graceful despite the heat and her own lingering exhaustion.

“I love you” Y/N murmur

Lizzie turns back to smile fondly at Y/N. The sight of her there, flushed and tousled, makes her heart skip a beat. "I love you too," she replies softly. "Rest now. I'll be right back."

By the time Lizzie returns with a cool cloth and another glass of water, Y/N’s eyes are already fluttering shut again, her body relaxed, completely worn out. Lizzie places the cloth gently over her forehead and sits down on the edge of the couch, watching her wife with a heart so full it hurts.

She leans down one more time, pressing her lips to Y/N’s temple, lingering there.

“You better be better tomorrow,” she whispers softly, “because I don’t think my heart can handle another scare.”

Y/N doesn’t reply, but her hand reaches out in her sleep, finding Lizzie’s and lacing their fingers together.

And that’s all the answer Lizzie needs.

She stays right there, her fingers tangled with Y/N’s, her body finally beginning to relax now that she’s sure — for now, at least — her girl’s safe in her arms.

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Lizzie slips out of bed quietly, careful not to wake Y/N, whose face is still buried in the pillow, one arm thrown lazily across where Lizzie had been lying. The sun is starting to creep through the curtains, soft golden light painting lazy streaks across the floor.

She pads barefoot into the bathroom to grab Y/N’s meds and a glass of water. The chill of the tiles sends a little shiver through her legs, the contrast against the warmth of their shared bed startling in the quiet of the morning.

As she opens the mirrored cabinet above the sink, her gaze catches her reflection.

She freezes.

The thin straps of her tank top have slipped slightly, and it’s then she notices them—dark, blooming marks scattered across her chest and collarbone. Hickeys. Deep, unmistakable, and absolutely not where she told Y/N to leave them.

Her fingers brush over one particularly dark one near the edge of her sternum, and she winces—not from pain, but from the realization. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she murmurs under her breath, a half-smile tugging at her lips despite her exasperation.

She had specifically told Y/N not to leave any visible marks—especially not where makeup or wardrobe might not cover. And Y/N had nodded with that innocent look, the one Lizzie should’ve known meant trouble.

Lizzie shakes her head and closes the cabinet with a soft click. She grabs the pill bottle and fills a glass with water, still glancing at her reflection. Part of her is annoyed—she’s got filming in two days, and makeup artists are going to have a field day. But another part of her… the bigger part, maybe… can’t stop smiling as she walks back to the bed.

She pauses at the door, watching Y/N sleep.

Lizzie walked quietly back into the bedroom, glass of water in one hand, meds in the other. The early light of morning filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks over their tangled sheets and her half-asleep wife.

Her lips curved as she approached the bed.

"You're lucky you're cute," Lizzie murmured under her breath.

Y/N was sprawled out just as she'd left her—completely bare beneath the sheets, save for the stubborn tent they made over her hips. Lizzie paused, gaze flicking down with a knowing smile. Yep, still warm-blooded, even if the fever had finally broken.

She set the glass down on the nightstand and leaned over, brushing soft fingers over Y/N’s forehead and cheek. The heat was gone—thank God. Her skin was cool, a little dewy, but no longer burning up.

Y/N stirred at her touch, a low hum slipping from her throat. “Mmm… Liz…what time it is?”

Lizzie laughed quietly. “It’s 9 in the morning. I have your pills.”

Y/N cracked one eye open, grinning sleepily. “Thank you.”

Lizzie reach for the pills. “You know… you left me looking like a love-bitten teenager last night?”

Y/N blinked, then blinked again. “What do you mean?”

“Playing innocent?,” Lizzie said, voice mock-annoyed but fond as she tugged at the collar of her tank top to show the faint, blooming hickeys. “I went to get your meds and almost jumped at my own reflection. I told you not to leave marks!”

Y/N let her head fall back on the pillow with a groan and a grin. “Okay, in my defense, I was delirious and in love.”

“You were also naked, needy, and whispering things like, ‘I need you to stay close or I’ll combust,’” Lizzie said with a teasing lilt.

Y/N chuckled, eyes slipping closed again. “That does sound like me.”

Lizzie reached for the meds and gently pressed the pills into her wife's palm. “Here. Take these before you start combusting again.”

Y/N took them with a sip of water, then pulled Lizzie closer with a lazy tug at her wrist. “You’re not mad, right? About the marks?”

Lizzie straddled the edge of the bed, cupping Y/N’s jaw gently. “Not mad,” she murmured, brushing a kiss to her lips. “Just mildly scandalized. I married a biter and didn’t know it.”

Y/N smirked against her mouth. “You’re not complaining about the biting when I do it somewhere lower.”

Lizzie gasped dramatically. “Y/N, are you sitll feverish.”

“Less fever, more passion,” Y/N said, eyebrows wagging.

Lizzie rolled her eyes, laughing as she crawled in beside her. She let her hand rest lightly on Y/N’s stomach, teasingly low, her hand slipping beneath the sheets, fingers curling around her wife, warm and firm and already twitching in her grasp. Y/N gasped softly, hips shifting toward her touch, eyes fluttering shut.

“We don’t have to do anything,” Lizzie murmured, brushing a kiss to her temple. “But I love how much you want me. Even now.”

“I’ll always want you,” Y/N whispered back, hand slipping under Lizzie’s shirt to find bare skin. “Even when I’m old and gray and half-delirious again.”

Lizzie laughed, low and sweet, and then kissed her fully—slow and deep, the kind that made the world fall away.

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𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲

��𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵 2- 𝘉𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘎𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 & 𝘖𝘪𝘭 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘴

Sum: Mack has the day off. Her favourite pastime is tinkering with her motorbike. Mack ran errands and picked up a few things for Star, too. Star's going to work tonight. Mack wants to beg and plead, but she swallows her pride and worry.

Warning: language, smoking, drinking, drunken ramblings

Word Count: 4,761

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Thank god. A day off. I've been on my feet for a week now, constantly picking up others' shifts or even doubles. I better see that on my paycheck. I slept in past noon. I knew I had shit to do but it wasn't going anywhere. I had to to pump air in my truck tires, and get my motorbike out of storage. I rolled out of bed, literally, I rolled a little too strong and my body rolled over my pallet bedframe and my back hit the floor. I huffed stretching my arms above my head as my back laid flat against the floor. I sat up to hear the sound of my spine crack. I stood up as I walked to my laundry basket. Most were dirty except for a white tank top. I decided to wear my black raw denim jeans one more time before I had to wash them.

I still had no groceries, and the worst thing was I was out of beer too! "Fuck-...Star's right." I closed my fridge door. I had to go to the auto store for an oil canister and an oil filter for my bike. I grabbed my leather jacket before locking my apartment door. My apartment was at the end of the hall on the second floor. To my left, there was a two-foot cement wall where the balcony railing started to wrap around the second floor. It was rusted to hell and god help you if you rubbed against it. That shit hurts. I stopped at Star's apartment door letting my mind run a mile a minute. Should I? Is she awake? My hand made up my mind for myself by knocking on her door.

"Starry-girl?" I heard footsteps shuffling about as they became heavier toward the door. "Missy-Mack, you're up?" Star yawned, adjusting her robe. Her eyes seemed to have trouble staying open. Her bun was tossed, leaning to the left, and her baby hairs were all over the place.

"That I am, I'm surprised you are up too." I fell forward on my arm leaning in her doorframe. "You know I can't stay in bed long. I thought you worked today?" Star rubbed her eyes as she attempted to hold back a yawn. She tugged at the sleeve of my jacket pulling me into her place as she shut the door behind me. "Hell no, thank god. I worked so many double shifts I was starting to see double." Star chuckled as her shoulder brushed mine turning right for the kitchen. "Trina is going to work you down. She has to hire more people." Star trailed on stopping in front of her drying rack. "What's the plan today then?" Star lifted two coffee cups, as her coffee pot boiled. I followed behind letting my body lean in the doorframe. "Well, I got some errands I have to attend to. Pump air in the tires and get oil for the bike. Do you need anything?" Star handed me a cup with a puzzled look then another odd look. Her brow raised then she swivled her body around to the sticky notes on her fridge. "Hm?... Let me see here...nope. You're getting groceries too right?" Star lashes fluttered as she flicked strands of hair from her forehead. "Awe shit! I knew I had forgotten something. Lemme see." I whipped out my phone to my bank app. "Fuck...I only have enough for oil and gas. I don't get paid until tonight." I slipped my phone in my jeans, sipping my coffee. Star giggled seeing my frustration. "Mack my dear. Here, I think I have some petty cash so you can at least buy those gross TV dinners you call a meal." Star dipped her hand in a round jar, the same jar that reminded me of Winnie the Pooh. It resembled his honey jar. She drew out two crumbled bills extending out her hand. "No, no Star. I'm fine."

"Take the damn money, I need you alive and eating." Star's slippers scuffed the floor and slapped the cash in my hand. "Star, it's your money. I wouldn't feel right."

"Stop it, I'm not hard up. Even if that, I'm working tonight so I'll make it back." I watched Star leave the kitchen to her living room kicking the TV on. I shuddered at the thought. As I've stated, I hate Star's job. She's been hooking longer than I've been alive, but it still sickens me. Not her profession per se, but I am always fearful about her walking and working at night. Some nights I stay up late just to hear the jingle of her keys in her door.

"Whyn't I buy you for the night Star? Please?" I followed behind her begging her at this point. "Oh my god no, Mack. You have to stop saying that! And besides honey, you just said you're flat broke." Star threw herself in her usual spot on the couch as her legs rested on the coffee table. "Star please, I still have a stash put away. It's not much I was gonna put it in a future savings account. Star I get so nervous when you work." My hand began to shake as I stuttered out. I shoved the shaky hand in my jeans pocket as Star leaned forward. Her eyes sparkled as she arose from her spot letting the natural light hit her capri eyes. "Honey-bun, I'll be fine. I haven't had an incident in years. Stop worrying." Star's palm grazed my chin, as her other hand pulled the shaken hand out of my pocket. "That's what I'm worried about Star. You'll call me if anything happens. Right?" Star rolled her eyes playfully with a sigh. "Of course, Honey-bun. I have you on speed dial. Now get your ass out and run your errands. Go on, Shoo!" Star spun my body around as my boots drug against the floor. "But I don't wanna! Don't make me!" I whined playfully knowing it would make her laugh. Star giggled as her hands moved from my back to my shoulders. "Go on, I know you dress like a little boy but it's time to put on your big girl panties and get shit done."

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I never get used to driving in Los Angeles, the traffic is fucking terrible. No matter what day. Hell, two months ago, I had to drive Star to Urgent Care because she broke one of her heels and thought she had broken her knee. The traffic held us up longer than the wait in the lobby. Her knee was just badly sprained but it was a scare.

I filled my tires with air. I knew one was lower than the others, the right one always did that. The oil for my bike was easy. Castrol brand, white bottle, 20W-50 with the slogan 'Trouble-Free Ride' which would be good if I didn't have to change the damn oil every 5 months. The filter was hard to find since my Suzuki is a classic and needed a special kind. I had to go to two different shops to find it. That was a hassle.

I sat in my truck minding the peace, my stereo was shot to hell, and with every bump I hit the speaker went. One minute I'm listening to $uicideBoy$, and the next the song cuts out and I jump when Scrim screams. I bought myself an iced coffee. I'm specific about my order, extra cream and extra liquid sugar. I don't want something fancy. Just plain cream and normal syrup. No caramel or vanilla. Star pokes fun, thinking how much extra I might as well drink sweet milk. I was enjoying my silence being nosy as usual, just people watching. When speak of the devil called, Star, I jumped when my ringtone blared.

"Hey," I fumbled my iced coffee trying to put my phone to my ear. "What's up?"

"I'm sorry to bug Mack, but I was getting my things ready for tonight and um-..." Star stuttered holding back a tad. "Oh Jesus Star, please don't make me buy rubbers again. The last time I picked up a box the lady looked at me like I had two heads." I pulled a cigarette out of my carton scrambling around my truck for a light.

"Haha! Macky honey I'm not asking for you to buy me a goddamn diaphragm, I'm only asking for you to go to the beauty store. I ran out of my scented body glitter roll-ons."

"Pfft...thank god. I can manage that. Same brand right? You like Vanilla and if they don't have that then Strawberry right?" I put Star on speaker as I shifted from park into drive. I finally found a lighter on my dash and lit my cigarette. The normal beauty supply store I brought Star to was a few blocks away. "Yes please, I'll give you cash. Two please."

"Okie dokie darlin', I'll be there in a minute." I picked up speed signalling into the parking lot. "Thank you! Drive safe, bye!" We both hung up simultaneously as I pulled into a parking spot.

The beauty supply store always smelt good. Whatever perfume or scent they have flowing makes you want to stay. The bundles of different hair strung up on hooks, the dollar gold earrings and mood rings. A whole wall of fake eyelashes long enough to fly away on the corner. I had to go into the middle aisle, the body glitter was in a small cardboard box. The brand is Beauty Treats. It looks like something you can buy at Claire's but this is all Star uses. They had both scents she liked. Vanilla was her favourite since it was clear glitter. She said it matched everything and any perfume. I picked up two like she said and waited in line. They had one of those circular stands with a shit ton of gold earrings. Not real for a dollar, but they were shiny. I swear I was a crow with my fascination with shiny objects. I saw a pair of gold pair of hoops. They were medium-sized and shaped like stars. All my jewelry was silver but I think Star would get a kick out of it.

I paid and walked out a little less rich than I was but it was to make Star happy, the funny thing was I knew I'd get paid back but I didn't care about the money. I just want to see Star happy. It's the one choice I get for free.

I pulled up to our apartment complex in the same parking spot I've always used. I left the oil canister and filter in my truck, I leaped out of my truck without locking up. I held the little plastic bag with two fingers daintily. I ran up the flight of cement stairs to Star's door. My knuckles hit her door quickly. "Starry-girl!"

"Mack? Come in!" I heard Star's voice and allowed myself in. I came into her apartment with a sense something was new. It was dark out this morning but I noticed Star opened all of her curtains only letting natural light in. It was better than overhead lights. She ran around like a chicken with its head chopped off. Star is always frantic like a bull in a china shop. All I saw was a mess of blonde hair bouncing between the bathroom and bedroom. "You good darlin'?" I questioned as I watched Star stop midway in the hallway. She wore a black silk slip dress. It looked like a nighty, with the lace covering a huge portion of her chest. Ting spaghetti straps barely held against her peach skin. "Oh yeah," Star huffed blowing a strand of hair from her face. "Why you ask?" Star tapped her red nails against the wall. "You just seem more scatterbrained than usual." I raised a brow leaning against the wall as the plastic bag hung in my hand grazing my kneecap. "Well...um-...I-I just have a lot of shit going on before I have to go to work. Oh! Did you find my glitter?" Star let go of the wall gliding down the hall in front of me. I lifted the little bag whisking out the two roll-ons. I held out my hand to drop the roll-ons into hers. "Awe! Thank you hunny-bunny!" Her body spun around happily. "You're very welcome. I have something else for you. I don't know if you'd like them but they caught my eye." I rummaged through the tiny plastic bag, it felt like Mary Poppin's bag for such a tiny thing. My fingers could latch onto the cardboard it hung on. My fingernail finally caught on as it pulled the pair of earrings out.

"You didn't have to get me anything I didn't ask for," Her body spun around again to face me. "Oh, you always love shiny things huh?" She giggled as her finger traced the gold stars. "I love them. Thank you, Mack." Star ripped the earrings out of the cardboard piece, feeding the gold star in her ears. Rushing into my body with a hug. Her body was warm, and she always smelt like roses. The skin of Star's shoulder under my chin felt like silk. I think internally the hug lasted forever but in truth, it was only for a couple of seconds. Star adjusted the straps of her dress as the earrings dangled. "No worries darlin', you know I always think of you."

"I know you do Mack," Star giggled ushering me into her bedroom. "You always do. Are these heels okay with this dress? I'm not sure." I followed behind leaning in the doorframe. "Clear heels are always better Starry-girl." I crossed my arms. "Phew! Thank god, I chose right! Okay, I need makeup and hair! What should I do with this nest!" She flew around her room like a trapped pigeon.

"You look fine Star, all you gotta do is comb your hair and you'll be fine." I huffed rightfully aware Star was fine without makeup, but she had to entice the clientele to pay her bills. "Mack, you think if I wore nothing but rain boots I'd look good." Well, she does have a point. I watched Star sit in front of her vanity running the comb through her hair. "You know what I mean darlin', you're beautiful. I frankly think you can find better employment but you're so goddamn stubborn I've been beating this dead horse." I changed my stance, as my body wandered to face Star through her mirror. Star shook her head as she rubbed a pale cream on her cheeks spreading to her forehead. "Honey, that horse is dead. You keep sending me job applications, and you were nice enough to make me a resume." Star inhaled before applying her foundation. "But, this is the only job I've been doing. Even before you were born might I add! I've worked longer as a hooker than a waitress."

"Everyone has to start somewhere. And you can start again Star." I slumped back into a small chair next to her vanity mesmerized by the way she did her makeup. "I know, I know. It's scary Mack. You know the feeling." Star cocked her head over, as I noticed she only had half a brow painted on. "That I am aware darlin'..."

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I left Star alone. I know I was poking the bear, especially when she was getting ready for a job I truly hated her doing. She knew my thoughts, only the thoughts I'd tell her. They were sugarcoated and held back from my actual opinion. I always bit my tongue. I didn't hate prostitution as a whole, just hate that it's Star's job. She's better than that. She could be doing greater things. She loves animals even though our apartment complex doesn't allow pets, unfortunately. She always left cat food and water near the dumpster for strays. Petting every dog she sees. Once, I took her to Santa Monica at the pier, they were having a festival and she fell in love with the petting zoo. A bunch of kids and a grown-ass woman had fun that day.

I am soaked in motor oil. I swear my fucking clothes had more oil than the filter. My tires have been topped up with air. The day's warmth beaded down on my neck and shoulders as if I hadn't just worn a jacket this morning. That's life for you, back in Canada it was the same. One minute, you're bundled up ready for frost in the early morning, then, by lunch you're kicking yourself in the ass for sweating to death. Except in LA, you can wear shorts in the cool mornings.

I was hungry and a little frustrated. Not over Star still but over a certain part in my motorbike not fitting until I lubed it. I rolled my bike back into storage behind our complex. I panted under the hot sun, going back to the parking lot in no rush. I missed lunch, which wasn't a bad thing. I still had no food. The grumble in my stomach was a direct punishment for my lack of management. Not even financial or time, it was more or less like Star says. 'Life management'. She said I needed to learn to take care of myself. Not just pay my bills and think I'm okay.

I strolled up the stairs exhausted. I knew I was getting paid either tonight or tomorrow morning, perhaps if I DoorDash some groceries maybe the grumble would be at bay. My thoughts of hunger subsided when I saw Star's clear heels step out her door.

"So, got your car fixed hey?" Star's makeup was done normally. Smoky eyes with silver glitter, thin brows and either a nude or pink lip. Today was nude. "Yeah, I guess so." I huffed. Star's side of her lip curled into a smirk as her head bowed. "Hey, what's wrong now huh? Another part on the bike needs a fix?" Her hand softly rubbed my bicep with a small squeeze. "Nah, it's just hot and I'm tired."

"Uh-huh sure, you're hungry. I can tell 'cause you get hangry." Star giggled. "You did buy those TV dinners right?"

"Well...haha-...about that. I knew you should've come with me." I laughed nervously slinking into my jean pocket to the cash Star gave me. Star's eyes rolled back beginning to be annoyed. "Jesus Christ Mack, I have no idea how you stay alive this long."

Star had some spare time before she had to go to work. Hooking wasn't like a shift but Star did it so. She knew when it was busy and knew when to leave before the crazies came. Star and I had a lot of spots to eat. Places we wouldn't see tourists or the plastics of Calabasas. I begged Star to drive my bike to our spot, which was a dive bar. Worse of a dive than the bar where I worked. One guy ran the ship while his family ran the kitchen. Though, they had the best fucking wings in the world. They recently came out with a vegan option so Star was happy.

"Fuck they're packed huh?" Star rushed in front of me. It was warm enough for her not to wear a coat but I so desperately wanted to give her mine. "Shit, you're right. Hey, it's wing night. That's why." The place was crowded with people my age. Couples and singles moving around the tables. Wing night meant you got a pound of wings for $9.95, which was the cheapest in town. Star and I had no choice but to sit at the one table no one was at. Beside the bathrooms. This wasn't a social visit. We were to grab a quick bite and drop Star off.

"Alright, I get one drink. You're driving so no go. You want Maple Chili or Hot as Balls?" Star stood up to search for the bartender. "I can handle one beer Star. And I want Hot as Balls." I leaned back watching Star leave our table. "A. Fuck that you're on the bike and B. Okay it's your funeral." Star disappeared from my line of vision for a moment. Not nothing to worry about but a quick trip to the bartender and back. "I got a martini and coconut vegan wings. And you, a rootbeer." Star flipped her hair sliding back in her seat. I watched her walk back. How many guys stopped talking to their girls just to take a peak. Single guys nudging their buddies. It happened too often. Probably to all women but I see happen more to Star. Dressed up or not.

"You got my wings too?" I joked stroking her hand. "Of course honey, I'm not just a dumb blonde you know?" I froze, I hate when she says that. She's more than her hair colour even if it's fake. And I damn well know it is. "I know darlin', I hate when you bring that up." I slunk into the chair flustered. "Haha! I do it just to bug you, I love how red you turn." Star leaned forward as her hand left under mine to rub my warm cheek. Her ice-blue eyes met mine and in some cheesy cinematic way, the bar fell silent. That was until a kitchen cook rushed to our table scaring the shit out of us. Our drinks came soon after. We dug in quicker than they could set it down. Star's looked too good to try, so I diverted a plan to steal one.

"Hey is that sign new Star?" I pointed to an LED sign that hung overhead a pool table. "Huh? Where?" She blurted mid-bite as her head turned, I snuck a coconut wing. "Hey! Thief!" Star swatted my arm. I took a bite, beginning to chew to remember it was vegan-like tofu. "Ah! Jesus!" I almost gagged but in the sight of being nice, I swallowed. "Haha serves you right," Star leaned to my basket until she realized I had actual chicken. "Never mind."

"What is the chicken part or the sauce? I can give you a taste of the sauce on a piece of carrot?" My wings were saucer than Stars. I don't think sauce likes vegan either. It's running away on the paper liner. Even the sauce knows it's wrong. I dipped the pathetic carrot and celery side they gave in the basket, handing it to Star. "Fuck am I gonna regret this." Star picked the carrot taking a bite. "Jesus Christ Mack! Fuck!" Star panted as she finished her martini and grabbed my glass chugging the fizzy root beer. I busted out laughing watching Star fluster. "Oh my fucking god I hate you right now!" She breathed sticking her tongue in my empty glass for ice. "It's not that bad Starry-girl." I rose from the chair to get more drinks. "Mack, there's a reason they call it Hot as Balls!" Star's voice echoed in the glass.

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I drove Star to Fig, I watched her walk away slowly meeting up with some girls she knew. Every time I drop her off when she doesn't walk I wait until she leaves from sight. My bike clunked around as if it was gonna give out. I spun around to give a little more gas and the clunk sound shot off like a gun. As if that little push smoothed the ride out. I paid for our dinner with the cash Star gave me, she gave me shit but I cheered when I got the email from my payroll that I got paid. I motored to the grocery store. I couldn't grab much since I was on a bike, so I picked up a big bottle of water, two TV dinners and a 6pk of beer. Only the essentials right? I practically eat over at Star's every other day, and Trina buys fast food on shift.

Plastic bags come in handy, but not motorcycles. Flopping in the wind as I swerve into another lane. On my block, you see the strangest shit since it was near the most amount of tourism. I swore under my breath to see no parking on either side of my truck. I had to make a U-turn out of the parking lot to my storage unit. Walking my shit to my apartment was a hassle in itself. Almost dropped one of my TV dinners. I unlocked the door slamming it shut behind me. I dropped the 6pk on my kitchen counter, preheating the stove to 375. I was still hungry after the wings, I cracked the beer open as I slit the packaging to the breaded chicken, instant mashed potatoes and brownie. Leaving the packaging on the corn. I threw the plastic tray in the oven chugging my first beer.

Why do I do this? I sit in silence, for hours, just waiting to hear Star's keys jingle in her door. I honestly try to stop. Put on some music, quietly. Throw the TV on, without sound and subtitles. I decided to turn my Bluetooth speaker on. I don't get too many complaints about my music.

"Hey, cute jeans, Take mine off me. Oh, golly gee, I can't take no more, I'm goin' weak in my knees."

I don't often listen to pop music, but Tate Mcrae was from my country, hell, from my home province. Fuck, it was catchy. My socks shuffled along popping my hips awaiting for that timer to go on my TV dinner.

My quick dinner filled my stomach, but my anxiety still stirred throughout my being. Still about Star. I want to call, though I have before, and god forbid I vowed never to do that again while she was working. Perhaps a text would suffice.

*Mack*

Hey! Is everything okay? I got a gut feeling...

I threw my phone on my counter, cracking the third beer as I cleaned my kitchen. A task I often neglect. I didn't think Star would answer so quick until I heard the ding.

*Star*

Honey-bun I am fine! I just made $255, and my night is going well! GO TO BED. GN love <3

Oh sure, that's reassuring. Kick me while I'm down. I know her job is to make the money fast...and with her ankles in the air. I cannot judge, it's Star. I can never judge her. The only people I judge are the men who buy Star. To imagine what they ask of her to do makes my stomach turn. I rested against my counter as my body slumped to the floor. The usual knot in my stomach subsided but never left. Star was fine. Star is fine. I sighed heavily finishing my beer and contemplating to crack open another. My head was already spinning. As if my brain was off kilter. I decided not to since I have work, again, tomorrow. I scrolled through my phone, unlocking my banking app. Only a chequing account, no saving account. I thought about opening a savings account but the levels of interest a month would be monstrous. Star saw certain banks would give me tax-free savings. I have my options written down somewhere. If I had this grand old plan of getting Star and me out of here, I needed either to whip my financials in shape or hell, come into a shit ton of money.

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I rolled over in bed and tapped on my phone's screen to see it was 3:45 am. 15 minutes until Star gets home. I sat up, the buzzing from my AC kicked on. I bolted off my mattress to close my bedroom window. I stopped. I saw something too familiar to not notice. Star. Star turned a corner of the gate with her heels in hand. She yawned and walked crookedly. Adjusting her balance evenly to her hips. Star hopped like a wounded bunny up the metal stairs. I lost sight of her as she ushered to her apartment. I stood still slowly leaving my bedroom to the front door. I heard Star curse under her breath, with a single sense of silence. Her keys jingled to unlocked her door before slamming it shut for the night.

Finally, a sense of peace.

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