#therese raquin x reader

[gingiesworld]

Desperate Woman (Kinktober)

Therese Raquin x Fem Reader

Warnings: Smut. Oral (T recieving) Fingering (T recieving)

Taglist: @bababaka @natashaswife4125

18+ MINORS DNI

It was no secret that Therese had hated what her life had become since she was forced the marry Camille at the order of Madam Raquin. Her days working at the shop or looking after a sick Camille all melded into one nightmare. A nightmare that was never ending, so she soon started to seek refuge at a local pub. Especially as she saw a woman stood behind the bar serving drinks whilst she wore trousers and a shirt.

While a lot of women would frown upon her choice of clothing, Therese found herself admiring the woman. Soon remaining at the bar as she remained serving drinks as the weeks went on. Although, the interactions seemed to be one sided but unbeknownst to Therese, she had always had Y/N's attention.

As the weeks went on, Therese couldn't help herself as she approached the bar, waiting on Y/N to turn around and face her. The bar was just closing as the drunk patreons had filtered from the bar.

"Do you need an escort home ma'am?" Y/N asked as she wiped down the oak surface as Therese shook her head no, her lip between her teeth as she started to unbutton her gown.

"I do need your assistance in another way my dear." Therese spoke seductively as Y/N watched her every move. Soon moving to lock the door as to stop any late night wanderers as Therese stripped to her undergarments. "I have had these sinful thoughts for weeks and I can't seem to help myself."

"Madam." Y/N's eyes trailed down the woman's form as she started to shed her undergarments.

"I have tried to imagine your fingers or tongue doing sinful but incredible things." She husked out as she soon stood bare before Y/N in the dimly lit pub. "I have wanted you since the moment I stepped foot inside this pub." She stepped closer as Y/N's eyes trailed over her perky breasts and a perfect shaved pussy. Therese grabbed her hand and held it against one of her breasts, Y/N squeezed it as if on autopilot which caused the two to sigh. The act alone sent Y/N feral as she lunged forwards and kissed the desperate woman hard.

Soon pushing her back against the wall as Y/N's hands wandered, getting to know the map of the ethereal woman's form before her as she kissed her with heated desire. Her dominant hand reached down between the apex of her thighs, the two gasped at the feeling as Y/N ran her fingers through her wet folds. Therese held onto Y/N's shoulders to stablise herself as she squeezed her eyes closed. Her lips becoming unresponsive as Y/N soon moved her kisses to the woman's neck.

Once Y/N had penetrated her with two fingers, Therese moaned wantonly as Y/N manouvered her thigh to wrap around her waist. Giving her the ability to go deeper as she curled her fingers against her g spot. Therese gasped as she felt the immense pleasure as Y/N moved her lips to her collarbone. Biting and sucking on the flesh as Therese was close to the edge.

"I'm going to." She breathed out as Y/N moved her lips back up to Therese's. Sighing as she felt her clench around her digits before she came with a scream of her name. Before Therese could think otherwise, Y/N sunk down onto her knees so she was level with Therese's intimacy, keeping eye contact as she lifted her leg over her shoulder before sge grazed her clit with her teeth before sinking her fingers back inside her puffy, dripping cunt.

"So sexy." Y/N mumbled into her, sending a wave of vibrations through her as she sucked on the woman's clit. Therese scratched Y/N's scalp as she pushed the woman's face impossibly closer to her. Wanting to feel more than she was feeling in that moment. She jumped slightly when she felt Y/N's tongue replace her fingers, exploring inside her as she soon become accustomed to the feeling.

"Oh my." Therese gasped as she felt herself getting embarrassingly closer once more before she soon came over Y/N's tongue. Y/N lapped up every last drop like it was her last meal before she kissed up the woman's body in hopes of calming her down from her high. As soon as she was back on her feet, Therese pulled her in for a sloppy kiss before resting her forehead against the other. "I will be back for more." She whispered breathlessly as Y/N just nodded with a chuckle before she helped Therese get dressed once more before offering to walk her home in the early hours of the morning.

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[ceridescent]

what started in beautiful rooms — r., thérèse

thérèse raquin x female!reader

summary: you never really knew what’s behind those twinkling, green eyes.

warning/s: pure angst & adultery.

word count: 1, 229

author’s note: been fermenting in my drafts since november of 2022 i think it’s finally time it sees the light of day. i hope you like gay angst. ♡

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“you are all i could think about.”

she cannot even bear to look you in the eye, and yet, in this decadent condition, you took courage professing the revelation clogging your throat so surreal you had denied speaking. terrified to the point of refusal to eat, alive at most with your lips clipped together, barricading the words only for her to hear. 

dismissive her jaded eyes are, lingering in the vastness of the forest, indulging herself in the rejuvenating lush of greenery — she’d let her eyes get plucked by it, you suppose, with how wide-eyed she stares at anywhere but you. 

“what am i supposed to do with that?” her impertinence tips you to the brink of falling apart, although not quite, because she is just as nervous as you are. clamping her lower lip with her pearly white teeth, and now darting her gaze haphazard. she turns at you, “what do you wish me to say, y/n?” just as lost as you are. 

is she though?

lest you forget, she engineered all of this. 

you crawl closer to her, just enough to pretend that her husband is not resting on top of her legs, dozed and unaware of your conversation. 

you’ve only known thérèse for a while, and whilst you strain making sense of her hoaxes, you wish you had never gone into her aunt’s shop, enthusiastic and amicable to accept her dinner invitation with a shake of a hand. 

a tattooed smile lingered on your face basking into both you and thérèse’s interests, unintentionally disregarding the mother and son dining with you in the background. 

your eyelashes fluttering with a gaze so intense thérèse repeatedly stuttered with a blush on her pale face, admiration coating your orbs with your chin on top of your palm, tilting your head sideward as she talked about her wonderment at the glistening river near her aunt’s old abode from vermont; the lone thing she dearly missed. 

unseen was thérèse’s eye roll when her husband held and squeezed her hand, gladly speaking on behalf of his wife — she wouldn’t miss anything else from vermont, because the whole family is together. you were more than a stranger now that you had sparked an interest with thérèse but nonetheless a stranger — unaware of the faux laughter coming from her, indulged only in the crinkled smiles of the couple. 

that single, lovely dinner erected into visits, almost daily, thérèse knocking on the wood of your family’s abode during afternoons, when your parents have scattered be with their jobs, invited over for embroidery lessons. 

“press it lightly with just enough pressure, that’s right. good! don’t be too hard on the needle,” you whispered close thérèse’s ear, guiding her fingers with your own into weaving the needle into the fabric. 

you were crouched over the back of her frame whilst she sat on a padded stool, patiently waiting for your commands and evaluations. she was a diligent student who had a keen eye for details, yet at that moment she was sloppy. 

eyebrows knitted, confused with thérèse’s sudden burst of swiftness in movement, you reflexively pressed your hands around hers, locking them in (picked from your usual habit of teaching your younger sister), getting a good look at her up close. you caught sweat sliding down her forehead, the red burning on her pale cheeks, and the quiver of her plump mouth. 

“take a deep breath, thérèse-“ 

she did so, taking three breaths per second, alarming you further. “slower, thérèse. slow and steady for me,” you raspsed unintentionally, squeezing her tensed shoulders, the view of her apprehension catalyzing your body to warm without an appropriate reason you failed to explain. 

“you want me to go slow on you?”

it wasn’t a true question, you realized after she tossed the embroidery hoop to the ground, rising from the chair abruptly that unexpectedly your lips were clamped in between her own, slightly nipped and slightly licked, pinning you to the sofa. 

a muffled noise bubbled out of your swelling lips for the first time. it was ardently luscious that you wished she’d urge you to do it once more, grappling the nape of her neck, burrowing your fingers in ‘till you have nested yourself within her. 

lost in the moment you became pliable ditto clay, your blouse hastily unbuttoned, kneaded were your breasts by thérèse’s svelte hands, along with whispered salacious fantasies in your ear, her wedding band glistening due to the gleam of the sun. 

clandestine meetings brewed from that moment on. hidden in their quarters, basked in the rays of sunlight, the huge duvet that fit three people, thérèse’s warm hold. 

“how do i satiate myself of you?” she would whisper in your ear, breathy as she could be, empty and sore from a hushed sin veiled away by her incessant ‘migraines’ when asked her conditions from her aunt. 

you would chuckle, wrap your cramped arm around her tender frame, and give her forehead a kiss. 

drifting your thoughts direct toward the days you have not encountered the twinkle in her eyes — the playful smirk on her pink lips — the laugh so angelic you had worshiped it. 

“just-“ a leap of air alleviates from your lips, clawing out the whirling emotions permeating in your system. 

you stare at her for eons you have imagined her a statue. what a divine being to admire without being hurt, without the desire to touch. a stiff sculpture that appears dainty it would invoke jealousy within you. a material lifeless, at ease at its tense. a material not to long for. 

“y-you left me…”

unfathomable are the shake in your words, unaccepting of the feelings you have laced with it. “you do not- no…you refuse to care!”

“y/n!” thérèse’s half-scream bolts you from your senses, two drops of tears threatening to fall down in the law of gravity. you are stupefied by the sound of your name thrown from her lips — ginger, lipid, ashamed. thérèse used to lace it with vampishness, gentleness, and blitheness. 

you only cared. 

“y/n, please, let’s not- don’t do this, please.” her eyes watered, either of anxiety or spite you cannot determine. however, once you observed the trail she had left, of her gazing jade orbs — at your polished eyes and chapped lips, and soon the sleeping body of her husband. 

“then please, thérèse,” you sob her name, pleading for her. “tell me we mean something! this is more than hiding us away…”

“you are all i can think about, thérèse. please say something.” you wish to reach her hand, but enough of the touching. nor the staring. this is the riskiest attainment you have taken — asking for permanence from a woman whose hands are bound by another’s, nonchalant of your wisdom cracking away. 

thérèse observes her husband’s face for a long time, caressing his curls away from his face, ignoring your presence. a passerby would assume you are a maiden awaiting orders from her masters. a relationship between maiden and master cordial that she is treated as equal, sitting down against the warm grass, conversing over domestic activities or of scorching gossip. 

“we’re leaving paris, y/n. we’re going back to vermont.”

thérèse remains a statue. however, this time, she has become a blur. 

you weep in silence whilst she watches you, stiff in her shoulders, loose with her hands caressing her man.

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[maximilfisms]

draw me like i'm one of your french girls | thérèse raquin x fem!reader

Summary: Thérèse, trapped in her unwanted marriage to Camille, seeks comfort in Y/N, the talented artist who painted her husband's portrait, in the form of an illicit rendezvous. Or a glimpse on one of those nights where Y/N would sneak into Madame Raquin's shop, fulfill Thérèse's needs, and disappear like ghosts in the air.

Word count: 2k+

Tags: 18+, smut, fingering, cheating, semi-public sex? idk, but they almost got caught, bottom!thérèse, top!reader, what's proofreading?, MDNI!

this is my first fic, and i honestly don't even know what i am doing rip

The moonlight shone its faint light to the labyrinthine streets of Paris, where gaslights cast flickering shadows upon the cobblestone alleys, and the whispers of clandestine affairs lingered like the fragrance of aged wine. Thérèse found solace in the hidden corners of a city draped in secrets. The narrow passages, cloaked in the heavy scent of impending rain, and the hushed murmur of distant voices all served as the backdrop for her forbidden love. It was within this maze of dimly lit alleyways, where the echoes of the footsteps of busy Parisians harmonized with the nocturnal symphony of the city, that she navigated the complexities of their entangled destinies.

The bedroom, perched on the second floor of her aunt, Madame Raquin's shop, became their clandestine haven—a sanctuary veiled in heavy drapes, the creaking sighs of weathered floorboards, and the gaslights flickered outside, transforming her marital bedroom into a cocoon where the artistry of their passion unfolded. The ambient glow painted an intimate tapestry upon the walls, revealing the shared vulnerability of two souls seeking refuge in the shadows.

The air itself seemed to hold the whispers of lovers from eras past, a blend of the city's musky perfume and the intoxicating aroma of forbidden desire. Thérèse, adorned in the trappings of societal expectations, stood before her woman with a yearning that mirrored the palpable tension of the quiet night. Y/N, the painter with fingers that could evoke emotion from pigments, gazed at Thérèse as if deciphering the poetry etched upon her soul. The dim light filtered through the bedroom's heavy drapes, casting Thérèse's silhouette in a dance of shadows that accentuated the soft curves of her vulnerability, and Y/N, a connoisseur of emotion, observed with an artist's discerning eye—a voyeur capturing the essence of clandestine passion in each subtle movement.

"Draw me like I'm one of your French girls," Thérèse whispered, her voice a soft plea that echoed in the dimly lit room, where their secret unfolded against the backdrop of Paris's clandestine allure.

Y/N, attuned to the nuances of their surroundings, nodded in silent agreement despite the subtle yet genuine smile that graced her lips. The room, a haven shrouded in the mysteries of the night, bore witness to the illicit dance of two souls—a dance painted with the strokes of desire, vulnerability, and the unspoken language of their love.

Y/N's hands moved with purpose, much like the strokes of a brush in a canvas that became an intimate exploration of Thérèse's essence. Her slender fingers brushed Thérèse's shoulders, sliding off the brunette's dress off of it, watching as the fabric fell onto her feet. Y/N's eyes glimmered with sheer affection for the woman, her point finger tracing Thérèse's prominent collarbones, down to her sternum, where the valley's of her breasts lay, waiting to be worshiped.

“You truly are a work of art, mon amour,” The artist whispered as she leaned in to place chaste kisses on her soft neck, and Y/N's hands palmed the supple flesh of Thérèse's breasts, touch as tender as the stroke of an artist's brush. Each caress of the canvas mirrored the unspoken language that flowed between them—the language of love that dared not speak its name in the harsh light of day.

Yet, the threat of discovery loomed above them like a guillotine, sharp and unforgiving. Camille, Thérèse's unsuspecting husband, engaged in games just outside, unaware of the symphony of passion that played out on the shop's second floor, on their marital bed.

"We must be cautious," Thérèse whispered, her eyes darting towards the creaking floorboards below. "Madame Raquin and Camille must not suspect."

Y/N, whose heart beat in rhythm with Thérèse's, nodded solemnly. "Our love is a secret garden, Thérèse, one that flourishes in the shadows but withers in the harsh light of judgment.” She spoke as her hands went to cradle Thérèse's cheeks. “I promise to be careful.”

The bedroom, once a marital sanctuary for Thérèse and Camille, transformed into the backdrop of an illicit affair. The fear of discovery heightened the intensity of their connection, turning stolen kisses into acts of rebellion against a world that sought to confine them.

Outside, the city's heartbeat continued, oblivious to the symphony of emotions that echoed within the four walls of the bedroom. Thérèse, her heart torn between duty and desire, reached out to Y/N, their fingers entwining in a silent vow that defied the constraints of their reality.

With the air thick of passion, tender affections, and fear, all that had happened went on like a blur. Both women couldn't remember who leaned in first to trap their lips into a fiery but loving embrace, and yet, the flickering candlelight cast an ethereal glow upon their entangled bodies, the shadows playing upon the tapestry of their clandestine love. Y/N dared to speak, to try and use the last of her reason, to attempt at stopping herself despite knowing that she had gone far too deep, but, Thérèse, overcome by the weight of societal expectations, pressed a trembling finger to Y/N's lips, silencing the unspoken fears that lingered between them.

No words were needed as the artist took the initiative and resumed their kiss, her lips brushing against Thérèse's as the bedroom became a cocoon, shielding them from the judgmental eyes of society. The intimacy between them, though a spark in the vast darkness, burned with the intensity of a thousand suns.

Y/N carefully lay the woman beneath her to the plush bed, hands exploring Thérèse's skin like a caveman threading a path in the unfamiliar wilderness. The tips of her fingertips toyed with Thérèse's hardened nipples, eliciting held back whimpers from the woman laying beneath her.

“Y/N…” Thérèse whispered, but she only gave her woman a smile in response, taking the other nipple to her mouth, and sucking on it like a newborn starved. Thérèse closed her eyes shut, body overwhelmed by the sensations of Y/N's worship, only for those brown orbs to flutter open along with her mouth as two fingers eased their way to her core.

A sly smile tugged in the corners of Y/N's pink lips, gazing up at Thérèse whose pupils were blown wide, and mouth covered with one hand, containing the noises that ought to escape her with each thrust of the artist's long and slender fingers in her tight pussy.

Thérèse's labored breathing, accompanied with the wet sloshing sounds created by her dripping entrance and Y/N's fingers, were the only sounds heard in the stillness of the night. That was before a sudden creaking of the weathered floorboards interrupted the women's intimate bubble, sending shivers down Thérèse's spine. Her eyes widened, but Y/N did not pull back even as her breath was caught in the suspense of the moment. Instead, her fingers only went faster, opting to guide the writhing woman below her to the pinnacle of her high, and the contracting of Thérèse's pussy against her fingers only served as an indication that she was on the right track.

Thérèse struggled to finish the sentence as she held back her moans in between, "Our world would crumble." Y/N hummed in approval as she leaned in to Thérèse's clit, using her tongue to stimulate the woman's bundle of nerves that only made it harder for the latter to control her sounds, more so as she came all over Y/N's face and fingers, legs trembling as the artist's fingers slowed down its thrusts, prolonging the release.

"Quiet, amour," Y/N whispered breathily, a twinge of worry in their voice amidst the obvious arousal. "If Madame Raquin or Camille were to hear—"

The bedroom, though once a haven for marital vows, now bore witness to a love that dared to defy the norms of its time. Thérèse and Y/N, in the quiet moments between heartbeats, exchanged vows that resonated with the soulful ache of a love that existed in the shadows. The night wore on, and with each passing moment, the threat of exposure intensified. Thérèse, torn between the intoxication of love and the fear of societal retribution, felt the weight of their clandestine affair like a stone pressing against her chest. The gaslights outside continued to flicker, casting a gentle glow upon the tangled sheets that bore witness to the stolen moments of Thérèse and Y/N's clandestine affair. The night, though silent, echoed with the lingering whispers of a love that dared to exist in the shadows of the city.

In the quiet aftermath of their shared passion, the room held the remnants of their intimate communion. Thérèse, her senses heightened by the mingling scents of jasmine and musk, traced her fingers along Y/N's bare chest—the contours of a lover and confidante. The air, once heavy with fear, now carried the sweet echo of their shared pleasure. Y/N, eyes filled with a tenderness that mirrored Thérèse's, brushed a strand of hair away from her flushed face.

"You don't know what you do to me, Thérèse," Y/N murmured, their voice a soothing melody that hung in the air. "I hear your voice in my dreams, feel the ghosts of your touch on my body, and crave you like I haven't satiated myself in years."

Thérèse, still lost in the aftermath of their intimacy, met Y/N's gaze with a mixture of gratitude and longing. The world outside, with its judgmental eyes and societal expectations, felt distant—a mere whisper in the night.

"Promise me, Y/N," Thérèse pleaded, her voice a fragile whisper. "Promise me that our love will endure, that it will be a persevering flame against the winds of adversity."

Y/N, caressing Thérèse's cheek with a touch that bordered on reverence, responded, "I don't have to promise anything, Thérèse. Like the stars above, I know our hearts will shine even in the darkest nights."

The bedroom, once charged with the tension of secrecy, now cradled the two lovers in a post-coital embrace. Their entangled limbs spoke of a passion that transcended societal norms, a love that flourished in the clandestine corners of their shared existence.

In the silence that followed, Y/N traced circles on Thérèse's skin, each touch a reassurance of their shared vulnerability. The room, steeped in the essence of their intimacy, held the echoes of their whispered promises and the delicate symphony of their love. The shadows, once a cloak for their secret desires, now danced upon the walls like witnesses to a tale written in the language of tender glances and lingering touches.

Thérèse, her senses attuned to the lingering traces of their passion, gazed into Y/N's eyes as if searching for the permanence of their connection. Y/N, the artist who knew how to breathe life into moments, held Thérèse with a gaze that mirrored the profound depth of their shared intimacy.

As the first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of soft pink, Thérèse and Y/N lay intertwined, bodies and souls entwined in a tapestry of shared vulnerability. The air, now tinged with the promise of a new day, carried the remnants of their intimacy—a scent that lingered like a secret between them.

"Promise me you'll come when I call again," Thérèse pleaded, her gaze locking with Y/N's in a silent pact. "When I need you the most, when I feel my cage even more… promise me you'll come running.”

Y/N, brushing a stray strand of hair from Thérèse's face, nodded with a smile etched on her face. "I'll be here before you know it."

As the sun rose, casting its golden rays upon the city of Paris, Thérèse and Y/N knew that the world awaited their departure from the intimate cocoon they had woven together. With a final, lingering kiss, Thérèse and Y/N parted ways, slipping into the daylight as if reentering a world that demanded conformity. The bedroom, now silent and empty, held the memories of their stolen moments—a gallery of passion that defied the limitations of societal norms.

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[natashaslittlegirl]

Secrets - Thérèse Raquin

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORKS. MINORS DNI +18 ONLY.

Summary: Thérèse, you sister-in-law, always had a crush on you, one night she told you her little secret.

Innocent!Thérèse Raquin x Reader

Smut, top!reader, bottom!Thérèse, masturbation (T), dirty talk, dub-con (kind of?), vaginal fingering (both), thigh riding (T), finger sucking (both), praise kink, oral sex (T to R), overstimulation, squirting (T).

Words Count: 2400+

Wattpad Masterlist Elizabeth Olsen's Masterlist

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You were in your room reading a book placidly, drinking herbal tea while you enjoyed your husband's trip out of town, you had never liked him anyway, rather, his sister. Your sister-in-law was the one you liked, but they would burned alive knowing that you liked a woman, for everyone it was a sin, for you the purest thing in the world, but those are just opinions.

Someone knocked on your door, so you put down the poetry book and got up to open it, cursing the dress you had to wear, why so many layers of clothes? it was very uncomfortable.

"Coming" you said before opening, "Oh, Thérèse, come in." the brunette entered, she looked beautiful today, with her white dress with brown details and her loose wavy hair.

"Hi, I wanted to know if you, if you wanted..." she bit her lip, nervous at your presence.

"If I want what, darling?" You gave her a warm look, you loved how nervous she got, you enjoyed it a lot.

"If you wanted us to drink my brother's whiskey tonight, taking advantage of the fact that he's gone for a few days and you know we're not allowed to drink, it's to take advantage of the fact that the men aren't here and I-" you silenced her babbling by putting your index finger on his soft pink lips.

"Of course, dear, come here at eleven, when everyone else is sleeping." She looked at you from below, being taller than her, what made you think of how frustrated you always left her.

"Okay, I'll see you later." Just like that, she walked out the door and you kept drinking your tea, thinking of all the ways you wanted to take Thérèse.

It was about to show eleven on the clock when two knocks resounded on the door, without asking you let the brunette in, who slipped in with a candle and a giant bottle of whiskey in her hands.

"Oh" she pant, "I thought someone would see me." she said as she took a deep breath, touching her chest with one hand.

"Don't be silly, Thérèse, they've all slept since seven." you giggled, taking the bottle from her hand to sit on the bed, inviting her to do the same.

The brunette walked slowly to sit on the bed next to you, settling down a few inches from you. This was one of the times that she got so nervous spending time with you, it's not like you didn't know each other or anything, you already spent several afternoons together, cooking, sewing, washing and doing all the housewife things. But this time is different, because she came with the idea of telling you her secret, one that she kept for months and you were involved.

"Mhm this is delicious." you said purring after taking a drink of the yellowish liquid, feeling how it burned your throat but at the same time you loved it.

You passed the bottle to Thérèse, imitating you, she let the liquor down her throat, grunting at the burn.

"Oh, you're right, it burns though." she said shyly but your smile made her feel welcome.

You continued to drink, until you reached half the bottle, both now were tipsy, laughing not too loud so that the others wouldn't wake up. You had adjusted your dress, revealing your perfectly shaped legs, which your sister-in-law could not take her eyes off.

"Oh, that was a good anecdote indeed!" She said laughing while you drank another bit of the alcohol.

"Yes, one of the best," you licked your lips, feeling a drop trickle down your chin.

"Let me," she moved closer to you, her thumb catching the drop and bringing it to her own lips, moaning at the taste.

"Tell me a secret." You told her, your look was serious, but only because the simple act of her sucking her finger had turned you on.

"I have a really good one," Thérèse was no longer nervous, the alcohol had vanished her inhibitions, "do you remember that day you went out to hang your clothes on the ropes, that later you told me that in the heat you had taken off your dress because it was it wet?"

You looked at her with furrowed eyebrows, you didn't understand what she meant by that day, what could there be about that day? Oh.

"Huh? And what happened that day?" you played innocent.

"Well, I was in the bushes, looking at some flowers and well, you've always seemed so beautiful to me, like no man has and like no other woman." your eyes wide "And I started to feel a tingling in my lower abdomen, the one we're supposed to feel when we're with men."

Thérèse told you this without a drop of shyness, which you appreciated since she was very inhibited, you waited for this for a long time.

"So I lowered my hips and squeezed my thighs, then I started to moved against the ground, and then my hand and,"

"Thérèse..." you sighed.

"I did that thinking of you." she said, blushing a little, her dark eyes shining with the firelight, "Actually, I had this same dress on."

"Oh yeah?" she nodded, "okay, show me, cause I can't understand you with words, darling" her eyes widened, she didn't expect this.

"S-show you w-what?" she said in a whisper, a little blush appeared in her cheeks again.

"How you touched yourself for me." you moved closer to her to bring your hands behind her, unbuttoning her piece of clothing to remove it.

Thérèse obediently lifted her arms, leaving her alone in her white nightgown. She had taken her shoes off to get on the bed.

"Lean your back against the wall," she did as you told her "now, bend your legs and spread them."

"Like that?" she said in a whisper again, showing you her position as she grabs the hem of her nightgown to lift it up and leave it and coiled on her hips.

You watched as she slowly exposed her legs, to then realize that she was not wearing panties, her arousal glistening between her thighs.

"Yes, like that, darling." you bit the inside of your cheek "now show me." Thérèse slowly moved her hips as she lowered her hand to her clit, brushing lightly against it and shuddering at the contact.

She ran her fingers freely over her wet core, as if she knew the path by heart. She e started to rub her clit a little faster your eyes couldn't take off her fingers.

"Don't oppress the sweet sounds you make, I want to hear you, dear." you had to fight the urge to rail her right there.

Thérèse let out little moans from hers lips, almost inaudible, but you would get more of it out of her later. One finger entered her and a growl tore from her throat, you had to clench your thighs, because this was all too exciting.

"You like that? You like to think that it's me who's touching you and not just your silly little fingers?" your husky voice resounded in her ears.

"Yes," she moaned as she thrust another finger inside.

"Do you want me to touch you like that, darling?" you lean over her, your face was just centimeters apart, you could feel her hot breath crashing you.

"We can't."

"Oh but we can, no one has to know," you brushed against her lips as you looked down at her body "It'll be our little secret." she looked at you with pleading eyes.

"What if someone finds out?" She was doubting, you couldn't stand it. You pressed her lower lip with your thumb.

"No one is gonna find out if you don't open that little pretty mouth of yours." you pressed your knee to her wet cunt, making her moan.

"I'm not gonna tell anyone, I promise." you pressed harder.

"Good girl, I know you were  going to be such a good girl, aren't you?" she nod desperately. "Are you gonna let me help you?"

"Yes please." she breath out as you keep pressing your knee on her.

"Move your hips to me, baby."

She began to rock her hips, grinding on your thigh and you felt her wetness from her soaking you. You know she was close, she was so worked up before you could even touch her.

"Let me know when you're close, darling." you wanted to frustrate her, to make her beg you to touch her.

"I- I'm close." she whispered in your ear.

"We're gonna do this my way, okay?" she nodded eagerly, she did not care, she wanted her release.

You moved your knee from her, leaving her rocking to nothing and before she could protest you pushed two fingers inside her mouth from her.

"Do you want to touch me too, don't you darling?" she nod, "you're gonna be good for me and make me feel good so I can make you feel good later."

You took your fingers out of her mouth covered in saliva and sat by her side with your back to the wall, you lifted your dress leaving it coiled on your hips just like her.

"Come here," you pointed in front of you as Thérèse positioned herself kneeled between your legs "I'm gonna tell you what you have to do okay?" she nod "Now put your head between my thighs."

She did as you told, leaning over you wet cunt, that was already dripping.

"You're so wet." Her hot breath crashed with your sensitive skin, sending a shiver through your spine.

"It's all for you, not even your brother can wet me like that, just you, darling." you confessed her, it was the truth, you never wanted her brother, you always wanted her.

"What do I have to do?" she looked at you, so thirsty and hungrily.

"Lick me." you lips were part as you sighd for air.

Thérèse stick out her tongue to lick the entire length of your pussy, her inexperienced turned you one, now she can be your little fucktoy, to teach her the way you like to be fuck, how and when, she's all you ever wanted.

"Now suck there," you pointed your clit, "Mhm yes, just like that, darling." you praised her and saw how she shiver at that.

She sucked and licked you with such devotion, making you weter. Your hand went to her hair, gently pulling it to you, her nose rubbing your clit as her tongue was circling your entrance.

"Yes baby, so good, now put two fingers inside, just like you did with you, okay?" you were desperate at this point, she was pretty slow to your like, but you know she would learn fast.

Thérèse enter two fingers inside you shyly, asking herself if that was okay, but she kept going in and out of you.

"Is this good?" she finally asked you, looking at you with her mouth covered in your juices, making her prettier if that was possible.

"Yes, dear, so good, your brother couldn't do that to me, not even me." she smirked proudly going faster because of her confidence.

Your head fell back, hitting the wall letting out a groan at the hit. You rock you hips at her hand, reaching another sweet spot inside you.

"Oh fuck, Thérèse?" you looked back at her.

"Yes?"

"Curl them." she furrowed her eyebrows and you make the movement with your own fingers, "fucking god, yes, like that, keep going."

You felt your walls clenching around her, you were so close, she was pretty good to be the first time she touched a women.

"I'm gonna cum, darling, suck as you did before." you told her and she went directly to your clit.

You couldn't take it the pressure on your lower stomach anymore and cummed all over her fingers, she took them out and move her head to rest it on your thigh. You were recovering, panting for air with your lips part letting out little whimpers.

"You did so good, Thérèse," you hand caresses her cheek, "give me your hand."

You hold her wrist, taking the wet fingers to your lips, licking them clean, sucking and swirling your tongue between them, she moaned at the sensation.

"Now come here," you pat your lap for her to straddle it, she was now sitting on top of you. "I'm gonna make you feel good, is that okay?"

"Yes, please, Y/N," she practically begged you.

""Mhm are you frustrated?" your hand was running her thigh, noticing the goosebumps in her skin.

"Yes,"

"And you want me to touch you like you did?" you cupped her pussy, feeling her wetness.

"Please," she grind on your hand, searching for some friction.

You shove two fingers inside her, but not moving them, watching her growing desperate.

"Ride them." you bit your lip as Thérèse began to move against your hand, her clit was rubbing with your palm.

You had to put your hand on her mouth because of her loud moans. You curled your fingers and she rolled her eyes, she'd never felt thay kind of pleasure.

You started to meet her thrust, going harder on her, looking at the tears forming in the corner of her eyes. She was so overwhelmed. Her walls clenched around your fingers, knowing that she's gonna cum in any time. She looked at you with pleading eyes and you nod, giving her permission to cum.

She explode in your hand, feeling more wetness dripping onto your thighs, squirting all over you as you kept working through her climax. She opened her eyes wide as you still move your fingers.

You took your hand out of her mouth to claim her lips, a rough yet passionte kiss started, she kissed you a little sloppy because of her fuzzy state of mind. Pushing her to another orgasm, she was trembling on top of you, squeezing her thighs as you rub her clit with your thumb. Separating for the lack of air, she felt on you tired, she never felt this and now she wanted more.

"You did so good, darling." you take your fingers out of her, liking them again.

"I like our secret." she giggled.

"I do too." you were stroking her hair, "You know, I saw you that day, that's why I stay there, for you to see me." She opened her eyes wide.

"Y-you saw m-me?" she tried to cover herself.

"Yes, and I loved every second."

#therese raquin #therese raquin smut #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen smut #wanda maximoff smut #lizzie olsen #in secret #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x female reader #elizabeth olsen gifs #elizabeth olsen imagine

[ellastone-olsen]

Awwww I can't I'm so in love with Therese she's so..not cute,not soft..she's a mad pervert and I love that female character not submissive and perfect

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[twice-my-age-simp]

Elizabeth Olsen

Wanda Maximoff

Therese Raquin

Jane Banner

Leigh Shaw

Gerrie Fields

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[wndaswife]

🥺 please make a drabble 🥺 about Therese 🥺 Raquin x reader 🥺 where Therese is jealous 🥺on the girls that keeps flirting Reader to haberdashery 🥺 and tries to be dominant in bed when she's nothing but a bottom cockwhore lady 🥺🥺🥺

thérèse raquin & gn!reader

tags: smut, fluff, jealousy, possessiveness, degradation, praise, reader has a penis, sub!thérèse raquin, dom!reader. MINORS DNI.

summary: Thérèse is a wild card by nature, but there are some things about her that just can't be changed.

Thérèse peeks over her armful of green satin fabric rolls as she steps down from the staircase, observing the conversation between you and the small flock of girls gathered in front of the counter. She represses a roll of her eyes as she listens to them giggle behind their hands and exchange whispers about you though they’re standing right in front of you.

She wonders if they sincerely intend for their incessant pestering to be charming.

“My mother always told me to bed a tailor,” one of the girls giggle out.

You straighten the sleeve of the silk robe on the table, making quick work of stitching up the loose threads of the hemming. 

“Is that so?” you ask, sounding at least partially-interested.

As Thérèse climbs onto a stepstool and slides the rolls of fabric into the wooden shelf behind you, she listens to the conversation with her back turned.

The girl hums in affirmation. 

“Nimble fingers,” she elaborates.

Heat rises up Thérèse’s neck to her cheeks and she feels hot fury bubbling up in her. She turns her head and looks down at the group of girls in front of the shop’s counter. She comes down from the stepstool and looks over your shoulder to see you finishing up the customer’s sleeve. 

Quickly, Thérèse lays out a paper wrap. She pushes your hands out of the way. She closes up the stitching before cutting the thread and putting the needle and thread to the side. 

“Y/N can do the work on their own, miss,” a girl protests.

Thérèse looks up from the dress and glares at her. “Oh, it’s no trouble at all,” she says. “Either way, I wouldn’t want to strain my partner’s pretty fingers.” 

Both you and Thérèse weren’t overt with your relationship, thus the usage of ‘partner’ was ambiguous and applied to professional partnerships while still certainly implying romance, if not a relationship that was at the very least explicitly carnal with the way her eyes darted over to you.

She folds the dress up carefully then tucks it away in the paper wrap. She tapes it closed then ties it all together with twine. With her eyes still flickering over the girls, each one looking contrite as they lost the opportunity to have you serve them instead of her, Thérèse slides over the packaged dress. 

She reminds, “Formal clothing is meant to be dropped off in the afternoon and picked up at a later time.”

When the girls exchange a look, Thérèse speaks up again. “It’s policy,” she adds sternly. “To be fair to our other customers.” She slides the dress further up the counter and one of the girls finally takes it.

“Good day,” Thérèse dismisses contemptuously.

You’re taking your rings off in front of the vanity mirror when Thérèse steps into the bedroom and closes the door behind her. “Is the shop locked up?” you ask. You look back at her through the mirror and smile at her as she meets your eyes and begins unbuttoning her dress. 

She nods in response then hangs up her crinoline on the hook beside the vanity. Then she steps beside you and leans down to kiss your neck. 

Before you can even begin to take pleasure in her soft kisses, Thérèse whispers, “I did not enjoy seeing you fraternise with our guests earlier, Y/N.”

You turn your head to look at her and she straightens to look down at you. 

“What are you on about?” you inquire and your eyebrows push together.

“I’d bet you stiffened at the sight of them,” she says. She leans down and cups your sex. “Show me how you did.” Her hand tightens around you, fingers pressing through the fabric of your undergarments.

“Thérèse, what has gotten into you?”

She takes your chin in her hand and angles your face up to her.

“Show me,” she insists. “Or it is only other girls that get you stimulated?” Thérèse lifts you from the seat and moves you towards the bed. She sits you down and begins stripping her final layer of clothing until she’s bare whilst you do the same.

You move backwards on the bed, trying to repress your amused grin as Thérèse climbs onto your lap and takes your cock into her hand. Her tongue peeks out from her mouth as she runs its tip across her upper lip at the feeling of how hard you are. 

Thérèse moves onto her knees and lowers herself carefully. Your hands wrap around her waist then rub up and down her back, feeling the gentle slope of her spine with your fingertips. She lowers herself until she can run the tip of your cock through her folds. She shudders and her resolve begins to fracture.

Her fingers squeeze around you gently and her hand pumps you shakily as her hips begin to roll forward, craving more friction. You feel her push you upwards through her folds until she nudges you against the hood of her clit. Her eyes shut and she leans against you, her breasts pressed up against your chest with her cheek against yours.

When she dips you in and out of her opening, finally eliciting trembling whimpers from her, she moves her hips down to lower herself onto your dick. 

You wrap your hands around her waist and push her back up. She attempts to conceal her disappointment at your action but a frustrated exhale through her nose slips out anyways. She reaches to her side and takes hold of your hand to try and swat it away, but you tighten your grip around her waist and Thérèse lifts her head to look at you.

“Beg,” you say simply.

“No,” she answers, shooting you a defiant look. “Just let me—”

You keep her body held upwards, her cunt just inches away from the tip of your cock. “I’m going to bed if you don’t beg,” you tell her.

Her gaze darts up at you, searching your eyes for any sort of hint that you were teasing her. Unfortunately for her, she finds nothing but sincerity. Her lips twitch and she nearly scowls before she comes to her senses and realises that she has a lesser chance of receiving your mercy if she gave you attitude.

With an inquisitive tip of your head, you prompt her further.

“F-Fine,” she forces out. “Fine. P… Please fuck me. Please. I want your cock.”

“I can’t understand you when you mutter, Thérèse.”

“I said, please fuck my pussy,” she begs. “I’m begging. Please, Y/N.”

In the silent stare exchanged between the two of you, Thérèse admits to being nothing but your pathetic pet, a desperate whore ready to take your cock whenever you should feel like fucking her. And in the way you bend her over with her face pressed against the pillow while she drools and moans out like a braindead slut, you reassure her that you could want no other but her. 

You have her say she belongs to you and that her cunt is yours, how wet her pussy gets just thinking of taking your dick into her holes, of having your head between her thighs while you eat her out. You tell her how pretty she looks, how proud you are to own her, and most importantly, how no other could ever take her place as your special girl.

She falls asleep in your arms reassured and confident in the reciprocity of her love for you. Thérèse dozes off with a small smile on her lips for she knows that no one on Earth, let alone in all of France, could ever have you the way she does. You are Thérèse’s as much as she is yours, and that brings her a great amount of pride.

#thérése raquin #thérése raquin smut #thérése raquin x reader #thérése raquin fanfiction #in secret fanfiction #elizabeth olsen #in secret

[abimess]

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[mviswidow]

masterlist!!

list of characters i will write for

MARVEL

Wanda Maximoff

    the world won’t stop for us

    the world won’t stop for us; part two

    not now, not ever

    i can’t feel it

    i can’t feel it; part two

    i’m glad you texted me

    i’m glad you texted me; part two

    wanda’s ride

    to grow old in

    must be something

    falling

    through the vent

    am i freaking you out?

    strongest avenger

    let’s give her a show

    you make a great fake girlfriend

    in her arms

    little witch

    maybe next week

    maybe next week; part two

    don’t keep to yourself

Natasha Romanoff

    i’ll come home

    only with me

    you’re jealous

    i can’t live without you

    5 times Natasha defended you and 1 time you defended her

    i hate men

    mother figure nat headcannons

    nat and pregnant!reader headcannons

    watching your hands

    to the moon and back

    afterglow

    more than you know

Maria Hill

    all's well that ends well

    civilian fem!gf reader headcannons

    sooner or later

    you're all i need

Blackhill

    strong and capable

    who you are is not where you've been

Yelena Belova

    puppuccino

Darcy Lewis

    is this a thing?

MISC

Amy March

    she is everything to me

Thérèse Raquin

    what if we did?

Nicky Nichols

    you’re sweet, nichols

Gerri Fields

    on the same page

Jane Banner

    you have terrible luck

    in room 113

    safe with me

Taylor Sloane

    i need you

Fallon Carrington

   my girlfriend’s got a gun

   thank me at dinner

#wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #maria hill x reader #nicky nichols x reader #therese raquin x reader #gerri fields x reader #jane banner x reader #taylor sloane x reader #amy march x reader #yelena belova x reader #fallon carrington x reader #blackhill #blackhill x reader #maria hill #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel ladies #mcu

[myfavoriteficss]

Hello !! Do you have any slow burn fics with any of lizzie olsen’s characters or even lizzie herself? Thanks 💕💕

Hey! First off, I just wanted to say that I love slow burn fics! So, I of course have some a lot for you! Enjoy!

Elizabeth Olsen/Her Characters - Slow Burn:

Elizabeth Olsen

Written by: @marvelfansince08love

Wanting

Written by: @vancityfire13

More Than Friends

Wanda Maximoff

Written by: @abimess

Sometimes jealousy is the key

Marry me

Written by: @aquamarinescarlet

Why did I agree to this?: Days 1 through 4 - Days 5 through 7

The Psychology Series: (1) The Psychology of Books - (2) The Psychology of You - (3) The Psychology of us

Written by: @ayybtch

Made With Love: (1) Chocolate Chip Cookies - (2) Snickerdoodles - (3) Banana Bread - (4) Cupcakes - (5) Bread - (6) Cinnamon Rolls

Written by: @bxckywrites

A Little Too Much: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Written by: @delfiore

golden affairs: Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V

there is light in us: Part I - Part II

when the hennessy’s strong, all i see is you

Written by: @desparadowrites

Good to You: Part 1 - Part 2 (18+)

Written by: @emcon-imagines

a real charmer

Written by: @forever-your-soldat

Shenanigans

She Didn't Know

Written by: @fortuositywritings

I Said No: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Love Bug

Written by: @helloalycia

girl next door: [one] - [two] - [three] - [four] - [five]

teenage dirtbag: [one] - [two] - [three] - [four] - [five] - [extra conversation]

my patient’s neighbour: [one] - [two] - [three] - [four] - [five] - [six] - [seven]

The Wrong Lifetime: [one] - [two] - [three] - [four] - [five] - [six] - [seven] - [eight] - [nine] - [ten] - [eleven]

Written by: @herculesinegypt

The Switch: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Written by: @hiiraya

lost with you

Written by: @hopesbarnes

Right In Front Of Me

Written by: @idkwhygregg

Choices: (1) Before - (2) Burying Friends - (3) The Exodus - (4) We Only Go Backwards - (5) Filmed in front of a live studio audience

Written by: @make-me-imagine

Love and Flowers: Day 1 - Day 2 - Day 3 - Day 4 - Day 5 - Day 6 - Day 7 - Day 8 - Wanda Maximoff Ending

Written by: @marvelouslytrekking

Gardening Adventures

Written by: @missmonsters2

Taste of Candy

Close to You

Lie With Me

Written by: @mymymarvel

Never Is Enough

Written by: @nothere-notthere-nowhere

Oblivious

Written by: @peabrain112

Healing of A Broken Heart: (1) Healing of A Broken Heart - (2) A History of Almost - (3) Hopes and Promises

Written by: @randomshyperson

Land of Thieves: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 (18+) - Final Chapter (18+)

Dating is still only about love: Part 1 - Part 2 (18+)

Written by: @rebeliz777

“Why haven't you kissed me yet?”

Written by: @reminiscingtonight

Lego House

Written by: @roger-that-cap

brand new eyes

what a lovely dream it is

Written by: @sapphicshots

i’m glad you texted me: part 1 - part 2

not now, not ever

you make a really good fake girlfriend

Written by: @startrekkingaroundasgard

I Should Have Known

Written by: @subtlebucky

turnaround

Written by: @vancityfire13

Shelter From The Storm: (1) Shelter From The Storm - (2) Dreams - (3) Clean

Written by: @wokeupinawalnut

A Spy and a Telepath

Written by: @writingforthefandom

Truth or Dare Series: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Written by: @young-and-bitchy (deactivated)

Two Young Lovers

Leigh Shaw

Written by: @abimess

Move in and don't ever move out: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Friends are not supposed to care with who their other friends go out with

I’m only one call away

Written by: @helloalycia

lose you: [one] - [two] - [three]

Jane Banner

Written by: @abimess

Losing you is not an option

Written by: @sapphicshots

you have terrible luck

Taylor Sloane

Written by: @sapphicshots

i need you

Written by: @somewhatgreatexpectations

Goldrush

Gerri Fields

Written by: @aquamarinescarlet

The Half of It

Written by: @somewhatgreatexpectations

Softly

Thérèse Raquin

Written by: @abimess

My beautiful, hurtful secret: Part 1 - Part 2 (18+)

#inbox response #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #leigh shaw x reader #jane banner x reader #taylor sloane x reader #gerri fields x reader #therese raquin x reader #therese raquin #gerri fields #taylor sloane #jane banner #leigh shaw #masterlist #dom’s recommendations

[gingiesworld]

Sun Down

Therese Raquin x GN! Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Death.

18+ MINORS DNI

Therese and Y/N had been sweethearts from such a young age. The two shared their first kisses underneath the old oak tree that stood tall in the park. Even as teens, Therese snuck around with them, even on the nights they would sneak in through her bedroom window.

Although Madam Raquin knew about her niece's relationship with the farmer's child, she had deemed that they were beneath them and tried as hard as she may to stop their midnight trists, she always failed.

"I want to run away." Therese whispered as she was sat between Y/N's legs, her back leaning against theirs as they had their arms wrapped around her protectively. "Would you run away with me?"

"I will follow you anywhere my love." They told her confidently. "You are the star that I will follow into the darkness."

"I love you so much." She whispered as she kissed their lips.

"I love you so much more." They replied between kisses. "So when shall we run together?"

"What about your family?" She questioned as they smiled at her, cupping her cheeks as they took in every tiny detail of the baeuty before them.

"They will be fine." They whispered. "Besides, mother is a sucker for these type of romantic anecdotes. That's why she has her nose stook inside the works of Shakespeare."

"Friday at sun down." She whispered. "We shall meet here." She moved the straddle their lap, her skirt riding up slightly as Y/N held her hands in their own, pressing a kiss to each knuckle.

"I will be sure to bring some fruits from the farm." They told her with a smile before she kissed them with urgency, like she was afraid it will be their last moment together.

The two tried to meet every evening before the day they had set to leave. Therese had packed a small bag, just with the essentials and small trinkets that were dear to her. Although the evening before the two had set to runaway, Madame Raquin stormed inside of her room.

"You will not leave this room until I deem fit." She boomed as Therese just stared at her. Her heart beating loudly within her ears at the anger and despair resinating from within. Madame Raquin left abruptly as Y/N had waited at their usual spot, waiting for their beloved Therese to arrive.

That was until they had spotted a figure approaching them in the field. Soon realising that it wasn't the love they had waited upon. It was indeed the darkness wading in on the shore.

"Where's Therese?" They questioned as Madame Raquin stood tall with her hands clasped before her.

"She will not be coming here." She told them sternly. "She has duties and is set to be wed within the half year."

"What?" They questioned in shock.

"She is set to wed dear Camille." She stated. "He is in need of a wife and a woman to look after him as I am getting old."

"She has a choice." Y/N stated.

"My dear Camille can give her more than a farm hand such as yourself." She told them.

"I will come for her Madame." They told her. "I will come for her and set her free."

"Why?" She questioned with a raised brow.

"Because I am in love with her. I have since the moment I gazed upon her." They proclaimed as she just laugh, her hands already clasping the concealed silver dagger she had held.

"Very well." She stated as she approached them. Before they knew what was happening, she plunged the dagger in their chest as they looked at her with eyes of betrayal. "Neither you nor her will ever meet again."

Once she removed the dagger, she smiled as they fell to the ground, gasping and holding on for dear life. She knelt down as she wiped the blade of her dagger on their shirt before speaking once more.

"You were nothing more than an obsticle to overcome." She smirked as Y/N gazed at her with pleading eyes. "Goodbye Y/N." She soon walked away from their dying form.

The next day, word had gotten around about the Y/L/N kid who was brutally murdered. The moment Therese had heard, she ran straight to their spot. As she saw some blood on the grass, she gasped as she covered her mouth. Tears spilling from her eyes as she fell to her knees. The one she had loved with all of her being was now gone. The dreams for the future that the two had shared, dust in the wind.

But the one thing that remained the moment she had found out her father had also perished on the battlefield. The love she felt so intensely the moment she had tied the rope to the rafters in her bedroom. Tying to noose around her neck as she stood on a wobbly stool. Closing her eyes as she pictured her love. Seeing Y/N's smiling face in her mind as she took a deep breath before kicking the stool from beneath her. Feeling the rope chafe as she swung before a snap sound within the room. The sound of her neck breaking as she swung, embracing death's cold arms as she joined her love in the afterlife.

#need more therese raquin fics #therese raquin #therese raquin x reader #sad fic #elizabeth olsen x reader #in secret #therese raquin x gn reader #in secret fan fic

[ceridescent]

my fan-fic posting schedule 4 july!

(it’s been a long time coming （๑✧∀✧๑）)

⇝ caribbean summer heat (wanda maximoff x female!reader) july 24

⇝ jealous freak (female!ghostface x female!reader) july 26

⇝ what started in beautiful rooms (thérèse raquin x female!reader) july 28

#FLEX #wanda maximoff x reader #ghostface x reader #scream #therese raquin #therese raquin x reader #wlw smut #masterlist? updated

[bogmommy]

. why are people writing therese raquin x reader imagines

[gingiesworld]

I really want to write a sad Therese Raquin fic so fucking bad!!!!!

#therese raquin #lizzie olsen x reader #need more therese raquin fics #1800s style lizzie is mmmhhhh

[gingiesworld]

Gingie's Kinktoberfest

Hey awesome people, this is my first ever Kinktober event and I hope you all will enjoy what I have in store with a range of characters from Lizzie with appearances of Nat and Maria too. The list and dates they will be released are as below.

1st: MILF Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: It has been a while since Wanda has had an orgasm so she asks her best friend for a helping had.

3rd: Natasha Romanoff x Porn Star Avenger (Amab! R) Summary: Reader is a porn star and Natasha is a secret fan, especially when she learns that the masked crusader on the hub is indeed her fellow Avenger

5th: Therese Raquin x Fem Reader Summary: Therese is unhappily married to Camille and she has always had feelings for reader who was also part owner of the pub. So one night when Therese decides to let loose and have some fun, she finally takes what she wants.

7th: Gerri Fields x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Gerri Fields still goes to college a virgin where she meets an old school friend she used to admire before graduation. The two soon start to date and Gerri asks them to be her first.

9th: Maria Hill x Lower Level Agent Reader(Amab! R) Summary: Maria is on a mission with reader who makes one tiny mistake and she is fast enough to berate them on the way back to headquarters. But Reader stands up for themselves which soon turns into something more ;)

11th: Step sister Wanda x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Wanda visits her step sibling in the city and they offer to take her to a club. The two soon get drunk and Wanda finds herself dancing seductively which doesn't help with the tension that was between them before ;)

13th: Jane Banner x Mob Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Jane Banner was always the one who wore the trousers but that was until she met Y/N. The mob boss who she was trying to take down. Soon finding herself tied to their bed as they used her for their pleasure.

15th: Natasha Romanoff x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Readers favourite place to be is between the Infamous Black Widow's legs. Pleasing her until she squirts.

17th: Step mom Wanda x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Wanda overheard Y/N screaming her name only to walk in on them jerking themselves off to the sinful thoughts of their step mom.

21st: Innocent Wanda x Step Parent GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Wanda comes home after being dumped by her boyfriend since high school in search of comfort. Soon receiving more than she never knew she needed from Reader

23rd: Maria Hill x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: At one of Tony's parties, exes bump into each other and soon fall into old habits.

25th: Assistant Wanda x CEO Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Reader requests a little bit more off of their assistant and she is more than ready to comply as they bend her over the desk.

27th: Bratty Natasha Romanoff x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Natasha decides to be blunt and abrupt with reader who doesn't care for it, especially when she is cocky and disrepectful in front of their friends.

29th: Wanda Maximoff x Stripper Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Wanda hires Reader claiming it is for a Bachelorette party which turns out to be sex party for all of her friends.

31st: WandaNat x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Both Wanda and Nat are persuing reader thinking they are clueless but they are loving the attention a little too much.

18+ MINORS DNI

HAPPY KINKTOBER BUDDIES!!!

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➵ MASTERLIST ELLASTONE-OLSEN ✭

*will be replenished

Fluff~ hurt/comfort# smut* extra smut** angst@

Fucked my way up to the top*

Around the Christmas tree~*

Thinking about soft mommy Wanda~#*

Make her happy*~

MafiaBoss!Wanda x f!security!reader*@

The art of eye contact *~

Soft mommy Wanda headcanons ~#*

Series:

The Legend of Sleepy Valley

Part 1 @

Smoking kink with mommy Wanda

Part 1*

Part 2*

Christmas stealer*@ | Therese Raquin x f!reader

Beggin' on her knees to be popular~#

Are we the same person? ~*

Wicked game~**

Plush**#~

Damn you’re weak*

Blue glow**~

Undisclosed desires*~

Stay wit me*~#

My queen is cruel *~#

#wandanat x reader #natasha x reader #agatha coven of chaos #wanda fanfic #agatha harkness x reader #kathryn hahn #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wandanat #elizabeth olsen #scarlett johansson