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Firefighter nat x nurse wanda , please? 🥺🥺

hi yes whatever i post next will be ffn x nw! i just need to know if people would like a story story or a blurb or one shot!

#jane jabbers #janes asks

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do you guys want my late valentines day ffn x nw fic or something different? open to suggestions 🫶

#jane's reblogs #jane jabbers #late valentines day fic features pregnant wanda #but i can do whatever really

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#jane jabbers #idk what to write #but i want to

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Fill Me Up, Buttercup

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,467

Warnings: Southern Mommy Wanda. Fluff. Smut. Fingering (R receiving). Phone Sex (kinda?).

A/N: i don't like this but oh wellsies

Part One Part Two

“Well, howdy there, stranger.” Wanda hollered into the phone, a new smile crossing her lips.

It was more of a smirk, the right side of her smile lifting higher than the left. The opposite eyebrow raised, though it was mostly covered by the way her bangs fell over her forehead.

You could hardly focus on it, though, far too enraptured by the rather generous view her negligee gave you. She wasn’t wearing a bra, that much was evident, as they moved in time with her breathing and the movements of her hand. It was hypnotizing to say the least. You were glad she was holding your hand though, your other grasping the bed, limiting your temptation of reaching out.

Wanda’s hand moving up had you moaning, not caring about the phone on your chest. The woman above you had morals, though, and stopped moving her hand altogether, pulling a whimper from your throat.

“Sorry hun, Y/n tripped over the dresser. Poor girl is so tired from her big day.” She tutted, a glare thrown your way. It was accompanied by a harsh shush under her breath. It made you shudder, your breath caught in your throat at the prospect of her stopping. Despite the dread that filled your stomach, you clenched around her fingers, just barely able to keep any sound from slipping out.

"Are you alright, darlin’?” Wanda added just moments later, clearly as a means to convince the woman on the phone that you were actually injured and not being, well… fucked. That didn’t stop her from mouthing words at you, just barely loud enough to hear the wispy ends of her letters.

“Quiet, baby. Wouldn’t want your team hearing you, huh?” The woman pouted, sticking her bottom lip out just slightly.

You groaned softly, shaking your head in agreement. You still had no idea who she was calling or hell, even why she was on the phone while, well, knuckles deep in you, but if it made her happy, you’d do it.

“Good.” Wanda smirked before turning her attention back to the phone, her fingers twitching inside of you. It wasn’t enough, though, even as you began to shimmy your hips down, hoping she’d take some mercy on you. You had to hold back a gasp as she curled the very tips of her fingers, more than aware of the silent threat behind her words.

Once again, you closed your eyes, resting your head against the pillow as you let your body sink down onto the mattress. It was all you could do, as you couldn’t make any noise and you were too tired to even think about doing something to be punished.

The brunette made a clicking noise with her tongue, prompting you to look back up at her. She shook her head. You knew she wanted your eyes opened, based on how she widened her own. You let your head fall onto the pillow, whimpering softly as you maintained eye contact.

“You wanna say hi, hon? Of course! I mean, how rude of us to leave without so much as a goodbye!” Wanda’s voice was an air of giddiness you knew was half real half fake, a dash of something… adventurous in the sweet tang of her accent.

You cocked your head just slightly, eyebrows furrowing, teeth clenched together. It wasn’t the only thing clenching as the older woman continued to thrust into you.

"Say hi, baby.” The brunette smiled brightly at you, curling her fingers just right into you. The noises she pulled out of you were pathetic to say the least, little whines accompanying your gasps of air. You prayed that she hadn’t gotten her phone fixed from when she dropped it in the sink while soaking dishes. At least then, the mic on the damn thing would still be shitty.

“Hi.” It took three full lungfuls of air before you responded, a stillness in the air. Wanda wasn’t still by any means though, and kept her fingers thrusting at a slow but steady pace. It wasn’t enough to make you come, but fuck was she good with her fingers.

“Hiya theres, toots. Say, you keep giving speeches like that and I’d be the one dragging you home!” The voice was so familiar and even comforting to your ears, but your mind was so foggy that it was hard to think of who it was. You could picture her, though. Brown hair. Tall. Taller than both you and Wanda. Your book. She worked on your book. Edited it. Fuck.

“Well? What do you say, baby?” Wanda’s voice had turned from that sugar filled honey to a new kind of sweetness. She knew what she was doing. She only smiled as she thrust even harder, her thumb just barely swiping over your clit. You all but moaned, arching your back into the touch.

“T-Thank you.” You whimpered, biting harshly on your tongue. Wanda shook her head, stopping her fingers momentarily to pull her hand out of yours, brushing her free thumb over your lip. You pushed your head to the side just slightly, desperately trying not to close your eyes. It was hard, to say the least.

Wanda’s eyes were unnerving, though and, as much as most nights you wouldn't mind being bent over her knee, you were certain you'd break before she even touched you. Hell, she was more than touching you and you were seconds away from being overwhelmed.

"You okay there, sugar? Sounds like someone's a little worn out.” Wanda pouted, her lips pulled down into a frown that had her words mimicking her face. Your chest heaved under her, pulling deep breaths in and forcing them out slowly. You could only hope the woman would take pity on you.

“I-I’m okay. Tired.” You whimpered as Wanda’s fingers shiftly ever so slightly, tilting your hips up in an attempt to accommodate them. The brunette dragged her thumb back over your bottom lip, resting it there as she watched your mouth stay open. You let your jaw drop just slightly. You hadn’t noticed just how tense it had been. She was eerily good at making you realize things.

"She's just too cute. But I'll let you go, toots, this car isn't going to drive itself!” Agatha’s voice had you nearly weeping in relief, more than ready for this damn phone call to be over.

Wanda cooed, propelling her thumb forward enough to push past your lips, to which you happily obliged. You were sucking before you even thought about it, whimpering as her other fingers began moving once again.

“Have a good night, Agatha. Let us know when you get home.” Wanda’s entire body seemed to soften, her eyes squinting just slightly.

She looked at you as if you were her most valuable treasure, which, in some ways, you were. She had never ceased to brag about how lucky she was to find you, no matter how much you argued it was the other way around.

“Will do, hon. Tell Y/N I’ll see her later.” You weren’t even paying attention to the conversation at this point, your vision becoming fuzzy as you blinked up at Wanda. Her fingers reached up to splay against your check, rivaling the slow thrusts into you. Your eyes fluttered shut, your hips bucking softly.

“Alright, buh-bye now.” Wanda spoke softly, a chuckle being pulled from her throat. You whined softly at the sound. She talked at you lovingly, her fingers dancing across your cheek as you continued to suck.

“That wasn't so hard now, was it, doll?” The softness of her voice continued to lull you, though your hips continued to move with her fingers.

You whimpered again, nodding at her words. She hummed under her breath as she gently took her thumb out of your mouth, instead running her fingers, sans thumb, through your hair. She merely shushed you when you whined at the loss.

“Open your eyes for me, love.” Her finger didn’t stop, a soft kiss being pressed against your forehead. She didn’t move as you began to open your eyes, her scent wafting over you. It was that earthy lavender you loved so much. She had sprayed it on your shirt that morning before leaving for “work,” knowing you’d need the support more than ever, not that she’d tell you what she had done.

"You’re so good for me, baby.” The woman’s voice deepened, a raspiness returning to it. You blinked softly at what you could see. A blush spread from your cheeks to your neck as the only thing you could see were her breasts through her negligee. You tilted your head up, attempting to seal your lips together with a whine as your hips started circling slowly.

“Mommy, please.” You whimpered against her lips, your hand she had left on the pillow snaking down to grasp onto the thin strap of her pajama top. You weren’t entirely sure what you were ever asking for. Just that you needed her. She seemed to understand, kissing back feverishly. It had your head spinning even more, gasping for breath before she was kissing your neck.

“You wanna cum, sweetheart?” Wanda murmured in your ear before pulling away, a smirk pulling across her lips once again. You nodded as fast as you could with how dazed you were. Your pointer finger slid between her shoulder and shirt strap, wanting nothing more than to pull it down and suck. The thought alone sent a thrill down your spine.

“Eyes up, sweetheart.” Wanda tsked, her tone playful as a smile spread across her lips. You weren’t worried about her catching you staring; it wouldn’t be the first or last time, and you had caught the other woman doing the same plenty of times. If anything, it was only fair you got to, too. You complied though, your mouth dropping open in a slight pant at the sight of her. As soon as your eyes met hers, her grin widened, a thrust accompanying the look.

"Now, wasn’t that nice? Agatha callin’ to check up on you, pumpkin.” The woman pursed her lips together, her tone the same sticky sweet she used to tease you. There was nothing you could do to stop the moan that had been growing during the call from coming out, tossing your head back.

Wanda began thrusting into you with earnest, pushing a third finger in while simultaneously pulling your hand off of her. A continuous moan was bubbling out of your throat, a keening tone to it. Your body rocked in time with her hand, hips tilting up to meet her thrusts.

Everything inside you felt like it was on fire; from the way your forehead was covered in sweat, to the way your stomach tightened. Both you and Wanda knew it wouldn’t take much to make you cum.

“Mommy, mommy-” You began chanting the word over and over again, a particularly hard thrust forcing you to moan through an inhale. Your knees tried to lock behind her leg, thighs squeezing around her wrist.

Normally, she’d be pulling her hand away entirely, slapping your legs and pussy before reprimanding you because ‘you know better than that.’ The thought had you immediately parting your legs, though you clenched her fingers harder.

“You’re okay, sweet pea. Come for me, darlin’ girl.” Wanda’s lips returned to your forehead, kisses pressed against the sweaty skin. Your hips spasmed erratically as you chased your high, a string of unintelligible words leaving your mouth. Her thumb drew methodical circles on your clit, and you knew you were done for. Her fingers and thumb moved even faster as you ground down, your mouth opening and closing. Your back arched, pressing your bodies together.

“Oh my, oh my-” You cut yourself off with a cry, knowing that so much as another thrust would send you tumbling over the edge. Your fingers curled into the bedspread even tighter, holding on for dear life. Wanda’s thrusts got faster, repeatedly hitting the spot that made everything in you clench around her fingers. Her thumb came down on your clit, rubbing harsh circles into it.

“Let go, sweetheart. Mommy’s got you.” Wanda cooed, her voice completely contrasting her actions. There was nothing you could do other than to let it happen, your body tensing as you did what she said. You tossed your head back, letting out a high pitched wail as your orgasm washed over you, your body arching off the bed. Wanda continued to thrust, letting you ride the high out as she helped you through it.

“Shh, that’s my good girl. Mommy’s good little girl.” Wanda spoke softly as you came down from your high, her face suddenly much closer to yours as she hovered above you. Her fingers were still inside you, albeit hardly moving as you panted, eyes shut. Your hips jerked as waves of aftershock coursed through you. Wanda only shushed you, though, gently pressing her hips down to urge you back onto the bed.

“You did so good, baby. Mommy’s precious little girl.” You whined as she pulled her fingers out of you, your walls desperately clenching against nothing. You forced a deep breath out of you as you fully relaxed against the bed, your eyes fluttering open. It took all of two seconds before Wanda was kissing you. You sloppily kissed her back, easily letting her take full control.

You lazily made out for who knows how long, Wanda forcing you to finally unwind after your day. It wasn’t long before she was urging you up though, easily maneuvering you into the bathroom, encouraging you to use it before she cleaned you up.

As much as you would’ve loved nothing more than to sleep, Wanda’s concerns about you being fully taken care of and not developing an infection far outweighed your need to sleep. Besides, it meant she’d carry you back to bed before redressing you. A win was a win.

You were nodding off as she pulled you onto her chest, nestling your head against her neck. Everything about her enveloping her had you sighing, squirming just slightly against her body. You bit your lip, sluggishly tracing your hand down her body, playing with the elastic of her shorts. “Mommy, you-”

“Sleep, sweetheart. You’ve had a long day. Little girls need their rest.” Wanda easily pulled your hand from her pelvis, instead letting it rest against the side of her chest that you weren’t lying on.

More often than not, you would’ve protested. Would’ve told her she took care of you too much and she deserved to cum too. You were too worn out though, and instead obliged, pushing your face further into her neck. She hummed softly, fingers combing through your hair as you easily drifted to sleep.

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need someone who'll do puzzles with me and let me YAP

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starting chapter four todayyy

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i wish there was a fandom for a chorus line

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Everything I’ve ever wanted

pairing: author!agatha x fem!reader

word count: 1,736

warnings: none

A/N: there will be more parts! hope you enjoy :)

Life has been a drag recently, you graduated college, you have your dream career, it's everything you've ever wanted but you still feel like your life is incomplete somehow. Needless to say here you are sitting on your couch flipping through channels again. This has become your ritual for your days off. Even though you're slightly losing your mind watching reruns of old tv shows you used to love, and various cooking shows, you'd rather do this any day instead of going to be social and interacting with others. As you mindlessly cycle through the channels you see an interview for an author, this type of thing isn’t necessarily your speed but you've recently been reading books (unknowingly her books) and you figure this has already piqued your interest enough so, why not? You decide to tune into the interview and that’s when you see her, Agatha Harkness, your first love.

She’s an author now, she finally did it. You remember the times where the two of you were head over heels for each other, on the path to being highschool sweethearts until life came down on you both popping your blissful bubble shielding you from the outside world. Anyway here she is on your tv doing an interview about her new book ‘Happiness Over Everything: the one where everything wins’ the exact same book you've been reading. You've been reading her book this entire time.

Meanwhile on the tv

“So Agatha, this is the third book you’ve written and they're all beautiful don’t get me wrong,” Darcy begins “but no one is mentioning these dedications.”

“The dedications? What about them?” the author asks, you can see she's trying to make it seem like they aren’t important. You vaguely remember the dedications but even you know they seemed really genuine, and if you were being honest? Really sad.

“Aww come on don’t play coy, all of your readers, myself included, can see they're not how you make them seem. They're so personal, and definitely dedicated to someone important to you. It seems like you really miss them” Darcy continues

“I dont think they’re that personal” Agatha says with a chuckle, you can tell by her body language, she really does not want to talk about whoever this mystery person is.

“they’re not personal? right… anyway something or someone maybe,” Darcy says with a pause, “had to have inspired you to become an author, let’s talk about that”

“Who inspired me?” you see her face change when she starts to answer, she looks like she was stuck in a memory, “uhhh… No comment” she replies slowly

“Really? no comment? If you ask me it seems like you were or are in love with them” Darcy Pushes. She then gestures to the audience, in the background you can hear mixtures of voices, but it is very clear, everyone agrees with the host.

"uh, you know. life is full of ups and downs....twists and stuff" she mumbles out, staring off into space nervously

“Twists and stuff? Okay,” Darcy mimics. “Well anyway, anyone could guess it must have been someone you love very much, maybe a friend, or someone you're in love with?”

“No absolutely not, I am definitely not in love with anyone” Agatha replies, it was supposed to be in a nonchalant way, but it came out more rushed than anything.

Hearing that this could possibly be about a best friend made you think about how much you actually related to the book, maybe a little too much. Glancing back at the tv, reading Agatha’s body language immediately confirmed your sudden theory. You knew her better than anyone else, well you used to, either way the book was about you. It had to be. The dedications were too spot on for it to not be about you. Just to make sure you weren’t remembering incorrectly you ran upstairs to your room to grab the book off your nightstand. You hurriedly open the book to the dedication and there it is ‘Unknowingly, they were the only thing keeping me going. It was that unwitting kindness and sweet smile that got me through highschool and convinced me to go to college. I wish they knew how much pain they caused me the day they stopped answering my calls.’ These dedications were definitely about you.

After a few weeks of contemplating on what you should do, ever since you saw that interview Agatha has been on your mind constantly. It's common knowledge that Agatha lives in Illinois, somewhere near chicago. There has to be a way to get in touch with her. You decide that will be your mission for tomorrow. Right now you're going to go to bed. You spend the next few hours tossing and turning, until you decide to bite the bullet and just try to call her number, or what you hope is her number. The phone rings until you reach voicemail and you find yourself disappointed but also relieved, you're not entirely sure what you would’ve said if she answered the phone anyway. Either way, disappointed or not, you still leave a message.

“Hey Aggie- sorry Agatha.. If this is even your number still, Umm anyway I need to talk to you and I was hoping we could meet up? I know you don't owe me anything and i'm really in no position to make requests but if you could meet me at… you name a date, place, and a time, i’d really appreciate it, also im really sorry that I called at like 4am” you chose small cafe you heard about in the city..

The next morning you book your flight, leaving yourself with a few days to prepare.

Meanwhile Agatha heard her phone ringing and she just assumed it was Wanda. While Wanda is her manager, they're good friends so calling in the middle of the night is a common occurrence. She flips her phone over so it silences itself, and goes back to sleep. Whatever Wanda wants is a problem for when she wakes up.

The next morning Agatha wakes up to her alarm going off, she reaches over to the nightstand and slaps the clock repeatedly until it silences. Lying there staring at the ceiling, going through the motions, starting the mornings the same way she always does. After an unknown amount of time she decides to go make herself breakfast. After breakfast and some boring re-run of a tv show she vaguely remembers watching, Agatha remembers Wanda called. She picks up her phone, checks her notifications looking for Wanda’s name to call her back. That's when she sees it,

Missed call from Superstar

Agatha completely disregards everything she planned to do today, this has to happen first, why would you call her anyway? It's been years. She goes back and forth about calling you back, her mind is scrambling with all the different possibilities that would make you call but she can't come up with anything. There is a voicemail.

Agatha hits the voicemail and the sound of your voice rings out through her phone speaker “Hey Aggie- sorry Agatha.. If this is even your number still,” you called her Aggie, she notices,

“umm anyway I need to talk to you and I was hoping we could meet up?” The voicemail continues, "I know you don't owe me anything and I'm really in no position to make requests but if you could meet me at…” you called because you want to meet her, you want to see her. You want to see her. it’s only right she goes… right?

You want to meet her in a few days, so she has to be ready. she was going to see you again! wait this could be bad. She needs to be calm.

Agatha didn’t respond to your message, I mean it’s not like you expected her too, but when she didn’t respond you realized how much it hurt that she didn’t say anything. Even if she doesn’t show up, you’re still going, you have to, you need answers.

A few days pass and it’s time for you to catch your flight. You’ve never been so nervous about doing something before, but you have to try. When it comes to flights you usually sleep, but the flight is a little over 2 hours from New York. A nap would do you some good, but once you start dreaming of Agatha, you decide to just stay awake, which means you just worry yourself into a nervous state for the rest of the flight.

You basically let everyone get off the plane before you even considered getting off.

Agatha wakes up that morning so excited to see you. She gets dressed, makes herself breakfast, then plays quiet music while she does a little writing in her office until it’s time to leave. She knows she’ll be early, but she has to be. She always has been. She pulls outside the cafe at 4:30 pm and she decides to go inside at 4:40 pm.

a sweet woman greets her at the front door “Hi! Welcome in, are you sitting alone or waiting for someone?” she says

“im waiting for someone” Agatha replies sweetly.

At 4:00 pm you finally get off the plane and go to baggage claim. You didn’t pack much but you still needed a checked bag instead of a carry on. You head to the front desk in the airport, to pick up your rental car. After a short drive from the airport to the place you chose. It's 4:45 pm and you’re already sitting outside. The next 15 minutes pass so quickly and it’s time to walk inside.

The same sweet woman that greeted Agatha, greets you as well

“I'm meeting someone. She might be here already, she has long brown hair, slightly taller than me, blue eyes-“ you start to describe her.

“Ohhhh yes! your girlfriend is waiting for you over there!” the woman replies

“She’s not my- nevermind, thank you.” You stumble over your words while blushing.

Once you see agatha, you get nervous and your mind starts racing, maybe i should just leave? I can’t leave, she’s here because of me, I have to do this. You take a step toward the table and Agatha looks up at you. You smile at her and move to sit down at her table.

“Hi” you say softly…

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let your spotify predict your 2024! shuffle your on repeat playlist and the first twelve songs represent your 2024

1. lacy - Olivia Rodrigo

2. My Love Mine All Mine - Mitski

3. bad idea right? - Olivia Rodrigo

4. Amelia - Katie Lynne Sharbaugh

5. Second Best - Laufey

6. From The Start - Laufey

7. all-american bitch - Olivia Rorigo

8. Dreams - 2004 Remaster - Fleetwood Mac

9. It Will Come Back - Hozier

10. You're So Vain - Carly Simon

11. Sorry For Me - Ricky Montgomery

12. Last Words of a Shooting Star - Mitski

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Wants Manifest As Needs

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Word Count: 6,432

Warnings: Negative self/body talk, slight smut, angst, flashback.

A/N: im going bonkers :)

Part One Part Two

Wanda stood in front of the mirror in the small dressing room, a mix of some distraught emotion mixed with anxiousness written on her face. She hadn’t been shopping for lingerie really ever, especially not at some fancy and expensive boutique. But Nat had insisted on it, had told her she deserved something nice and not to worry about it. Of course she was worrying about it.

“You can’t laugh, okay?” Wanda spoke seriously, a no nonsense tone to her voice. She slowly turned her body from side to side, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth and a hand on her stomach. It was weirdly reminiscent of when she had been pregnant with the twins: shopping for a new bra because her old one didn’t fit. She thinks she’d be happy about not having small tits anymore, though it was more of an inconvenience than a bragging right. Plus, she had Nat. She didn’t need to flaunt them.

“Baby, why would I-” Natasha sighed and Wanda could practically see her rubbing her forehead. The brunette said it was a trait of the redhead getting old, that the 34 year old was aging faster than she realized. That had landed her something akin to a punishment. It hadn’t taken her long to find out she wasn’t a fan of edging. Nat, however, was.

“Just promise me. Please.” The brunette bit on her lip harder, trying to stem her sudden anxiety. Nat had seen her completely naked, so why was she so nervous all of a sudden? The redhead had actively encouraged their mall date, had said she’d get some too if it helped ease her anxiety. She had hoped Nat would go first, that they’d have no choice but to go home after because Wanda just couldn’t hold back. Nat had other plans, though, and had said Wanda should go first to get it done with. Wanda wanted to scream at least five cuss words at her.

“I won’t laugh, now let me see.” She could hear the woman shifting in her seat, clearly impatient. She hesitated though. They hardly had sex with the lights on and the fake fluorescents of this store highlighted every single inch of her body. She hated it. Despised it, really. The curve of her stomach, fullness of her hips and thighs. It’s a stark contrast of before she had been pregnant; nothing but skin and bones.

She didn’t want to go out. Didn’t want to open that stupid curtain and for Nat to actually see her. She was glad that they were in a small room separated by a curtain meaning no one else would be able to see her. At the same time, she was basically forced to show Natasha, not wanting to face the way she would be looked at if she ran out. She was sick of pity.

“Wanda?” Natasha’s voice pulled her out of her reverie, blinking at herself in the mirror. She hadn’t meant to zone out. Well, she hardly ever did. It just… happens. She wants to be more in the moment, more present. She’s not sure that’ll happen. “Are you okay?"

“What? Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.” Wanda wiped the water from her eyes, shaking her head. No, she wasn’t okay. She forced herself away from the mirror, looking around the small space. She knew Natasha was standing right outside the curtain, her hand grasped at it as if she were going to tear it open and save her. She’s not so sure she’s worth saving. Or that there’s anything worth saving.

“Are you sure? You’re quiet.” Despite the hand on the curtain, Natasha didn’t open it, though her fingers twitched. Wanda felt awful. She should be able to try on a bra and underwear for her girlfriend. Her t-shirt sitting on top of her pile of clothes caught her eye and she practically lunged to grab it, pulling it over her head.

“I’m okay.” Wanda took a deep breath before opening the curtain, coming face to face with the redhead. She smiled brightly, hoping the woman wouldn't be suspicious. Natasha smiled back at her, her hand letting go of the curtain to instead cup Wanda’s cheek, effectively grounding her. The woman’s eyebrows furrowed at the sight of her shirt, her lips pursing.

“Did they not fit? We can get a different size.” Her eyes traveled up and down her body and Wanda had to fight the urge to shut the curtain. Logically she knew Nat wasn’t trying to make her feel insecure, that it was her own brain yelling horrid things at her. It didn’t make it any less humiliating.

“No. No, they fit. I just…” Wanda trailed off as she looked down to hide her blush, grasping at the bottom of the shirt. She just hated the way she looked and knew Nat would too and- She needed to stop thinking. Natasha had never once commented on her body in a negative way, despite her own body being, quite clearly, fully matured.

“I guess I’ve just never tried on lingerie, I don’t-” Wanda shrugged, the hem of her shirt being rubbed between her pointer finger and thumb. She wanted to take the damn lacey shit off, wanted to get out of the stupid boutique entirely.

“Hey, that’s okay. There’s a first time for everything, right?” Natasha smirked at her. Her hand covered Wanda’s, tugging softly at the fabric. Wanda knew Natasha’s pupils were dilated, that she was desperate to see Wanda in lingerie. She had only been suggesting the idea since they met.

“I guess so.” Wanda only shrugged, holding the woman’s hand. Their fingers easily threaded together, a common occurrence. Wanda seemed to always be reaching for her hand, needing the physical reminder that Nat was actually there.

“Let's make a deal. You show me this set or whichever you want to, I’ll show you mine and then we get lunch, okay?” Nat’s voice softened, her free hand tracing down Wanda's face. She leaned into the touch, looking up at the woman through her eyelashes.

“What’s the catch?” The student raised an eyebrow, much like the redhead would, looking at her suspiciously. There was always a catch. Sure, she and Nat had been dating for a month and a half, but there had to be some secret side that she didn’t know about. She just had to wait to figure out what that was.

“There is no catch. What do you say?” Natasha shook her head though, a serious look on her face. As much as she wanted to take the shirt off of her girlfriend, she would wait, knowing that Wanda had to have it on for a reason. It was okay though, there would be many opportunities to see the brunette in lingerie.

“Deal, but only if you go first.” And with that they had shown each other a single set each, albeit Wanda much more grudgingly than the older. Nat’s had left very little to her imagination and she had forgotten she still had to show Nat hers, the horniness she had ignored while she was pregnant coming back full force. Wanda’s was not nearly as showing, the panties high waisted and the bra covering a majority of her ribcage. Nat still drooled over her and she had half the mind to stop them from having steamy dressing room sex.

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Wanda felt her heart beat faster as she scanned the menu, worrying her lip between her teeth. Everything was so expensive. Sure, she saved a lot of money by not buying formula, but that didn’t make her rich by any means. She felt bad for how often Nat paid for them when they went out, always trying to offer her card or cash. The redhead never accepted it, though, told her to put it towards college or her nephews as she helped her brother with the twins. It was quite the opposite; Pietro paid roughly three quarters of their rent while she handled the rest and any utilities. He was selfless like that, always taking care of her issues.

“What’s on your mind?” And Natasha was grabbing her attention again. She was still looking at her own menu, barely glancing at the brunette over the top of it. She knew Nat knew what she was going to get, having mentioned frequenting the restaurant numerous times before, and was trying to ease her anxiety. She appreciated it more than she could ever say.

“I don’t know what to get.” Wanda giggled nervously, meeting the redhead’s gaze. Nat had this look on her face, like she knew what Wanda was thinking. It was unnerving at times, just how well Nat knew her. She supposes that’s what happens when you’re in a relationship with someone who actually cares. “I think I’m just going to get a salad.”

“A salad? Wanda, you have to get more than that.” Natasha looked upset. Why did she care about how much or what she was eating? Sure, the woman tended to be a health nut, but that concerned herself, not Wanda. Plus, isn’t the college experience to eat shitty, non-nutritional food? At least, that’s what everyone said.

“I’m not that hungry.” Wanda shrugged, fiddling with the menu. The only way she could describe the restaurant was as a family owned, more expensive Olive Garden. She remembers how often she and Pietro would beg to go there as kids. They didn’t get to until they had their own jobs. And no parents. That part hurt.

Their server came before either one of them could say anything else, a girl who was definitely in college. Wanda wondered if she had ever been in a class with her or if Nat had taught her before. She was always scared that someone would see them together and would tattle, but Nat had reassured her that there were manys excuses they could use. It didn’t make her any more confident. The girl was asking what she would like and, before her mind could comprehend, Nat was ordering for her. The waitress was leaving before she could say anything, some pasta dish written down instead of what she was supposed to order.

“Nat.” Wanda whispered harshly under her breath, leaning forward in the booth. She glanced around to make sure no one was listening to them, anger flaring in her chest. She had wanted salad for a reason. Why Nat wouldn’t order it was beyond her.

“I don’t… I can’t afford that, Nat, you know that.” Venom coated her words, a tone she hardly used. She was beyond upset right now. Natasha knew how little she made. Knew she spread herself so thin that oftentimes when she’d go over, she would end up falling asleep.

"Wanda. It’s okay. Don’t worry about it, alright?” Natasha shook her head, taking the brunette’s hand. Nat had money. Nat knew she had money and actively tried to spend it on Wanda no matter the situation. Wanda had jokingly called her her sugar mommy and Nat had only smirked and tried to buy her clothes. It had flattered her early on; Nat paying for dinner, for her coffee, for lunch. As their relationship grew, Wanda had very quickly realized that Nat downright refused to let her pay, even for something as simple as a drink at the gas station.

It had started to irritate her. She wanted to buy things for Nat. Wanted to spend what little money she had on her boys and Nat. She has started making little gifts, small thank yous whenever she came over. It was often some sort of candy or flower or something for them to try or do together as her own form of payment.

“Why?” Wanda pursed her lips. She was genuinely asking. She wasn’t worth spending money on. Sure, she can excuse dinner here or there, and even then she was trying to pay the next time or for her own meal. Natasha fought to spend money on her.

“Why what?” Natasha was confused. Wanda almost laughed. The question was simple. She sighed before rubbing her face, fixing the woman with a look.

“Why do you keep doing this? You…” She gestured to the space around them. Wanda dropped her head into her hands, groaning as she couldn’t formulate a sentence. There were so many things buzzing through her head, she wishes that Nat could just read it for once. “You buy me stuff and don’t expect anything. I don’t… I can’t repay you, Nat.”

"Because I want to, Wanda. Money doesn’t matter to me, okay? Besides, you need to eat an actual meal.” Natasha gently pulled her hands away from her head, smoothing her thumb over the tops of them. It was a practiced move, something so little yet meaningful. She shrugged as she spoke, knowing Wanda couldn’t argue with the fact.

She had a bad habit of not eating breakfast, something Nat picked up on early in their relationship. When questioned about it, Wanda only shrugged and explained that her stomach hurt when she ate before a certain time. It wasn’t a lie, though she failed to mention the part about growing up poor, that they didn’t have food for breakfast for a reason.

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"So, do you want to tell me about what happened on Wednesday?” It wasn’t until their food had come and they had filled the space with small talk that Nat dropped the question, cutting into her chicken. Wanda choked on her food, harshly coughing into her elbow. She had been waiting for it, had been waiting for Nat to ask all week, yet hadn't expected mid-bite.

“What do you mean what happened?” Wanda briefly glanced at the woman. She didn’t look mad or even upset, just curious. Maybe a little confused. Hell, even she herself was confused by what had happened. Before she had had the twins, she hadn’t had an anxiety attack in years. She figures it was because she wasn’t allowed to. Pushing that thought away, she had barely made it to the bathroom before she had broken down, hardly pulling herself together before going to class.

“Wanda. Neither of us are dumb.” Natasha set her fork and knife down and Wanda knew that meant business. She had the look on her face that she kept on in the classroom; a look that Wanda had seen when students were acting up. She never thought that look would be directed at her. It made her squirm.

“Nothing happened, Nat. I don’t know what you’re expecting.” Wanda sighed, twirling her fork around her pasta. She wasn’t hungry anymore. She didn’t want to be there either. She wanted to go home with her babies and pretend that the last week hadn’t happened. Pretend her and Nat were happily married and that the twins were hers and holy shit. She wanted Nat to be their mom. Wanted to stop pretending they were Pietro’s, wanted Nat to know they were hers.

“I just want to know what Agatha was talking about. You dropped out?” Natasha was eating her food again, which was a good sign in Wanda’s eyes. She was no longer looking at her like she had done something wrong, her face returning to her normal stoic expression. Sometimes, she didn’t know which was worse.

“No, I-” Wanda cut herself off, exasperatedly sighing. She hadn’t dropped out. She withdrew from Agatha’s class, had the twins and was going to school again. It’s not like she wanted to withdraw from her class, far from it if she were being honest. She rolled her eyes. “Dr. Harkness was being dramatic.”

"Oh-kay? So what happened?” She really hated how often Nat asked questions sometimes. What did she expect dating a professor with a doctorate? It wasn’t her first rodeo. Except, they hadn't dated. Were only friends with benefits. Not friends. Fuck buddies? No, that was too vulgar. People who occasionally had sex together that meant something but neither were committed? Whatever they had been didn’t matter anymore.

“I-” Had twins. Wanda set her fork down, pushing her hair out of her face before rubbing her eyes. The only person at her college who knew about the twins was her advisor, and even that was because she knew that, realistically, she’d be giving birth within a month of finals and would more than likely fail. Not to mention issues she had with a certain… someone in one of her classes.

“Things happened with Pietro and-” My ex, her mind screamed, and she wished she could turn it off permanently. Wished she could stop thinking about him. She shook her head, biting her lip. She was lying again. She hated how much she lied. But she knew Nat wouldn’t want her if she told her the twins were hers. She was 19. Who wanted a college sophomore with a life full of baggage and twin newborns. “-And I had to withdraw. It wasn’t a choice.”

“But she said you were looking better, did something happen to yo-” Natasha shook her head, her eyebrows furrowing. Wanda’s story didn’t make sense. Why would Agatha say Wanda was looking better if something had happened to Pietro? Unless Agatha didn’t know Wanda had withdrawn. That would make sense.

“I don’t want to talk about it. Please.” Wanda looked down. She didn’t want Nat to look at her. Didn’t want the woman to look at her with pity. She loved Nat, craved her at the most inconvenient times, but couldn’t tell her the simplest thing.

“Okay. Okay, we don’t have to. Whatever it was, is better now, right?” Natasha was reaching for her hands before she could say anything, rubbing her knuckles. Wanda wanted to pull away, wanted to break down and tell Natasha every shitty detail of her life and for Natasha to just hold her, tell her everything was going to be okay. That they’d be okay. She could only want, though.

“No. Yes. I don’t know. It’s… complicated.” It wasn’t complicated though. Her ex was a shitty person, she had the twins, had somewhat of an affair (if you could even call it that) and was now dating Nat. She didn’t know or really care about what happened with her ex, had disappeared after the whole hospital fiasco, hadn’t texted her in three months.

“I’m here if you need anything, Wanda. You’re not alone anymore.” Natasha smiled softly, squeezing her hands once and pressing a kiss to them before pulling away, resuming their lunch. The rest of their date went on without any further bumps, well, not counting the every date struggle of Natasha paying while Wanda argued that she should. They had parted their ways at the exit, a single kiss of a promise that they’d see each other soon.

Wanda had gone home to feed and play with the twins, spending time with them after her morning out. She had given Pietro her leftovers, more than half of the dish in a takeout container tossed his way. She stayed until nearly 7pm, her duffel bag packed and ready to spend the night at Nat’s. She kissed both of her boys goodbye, pumping before leaving so the boys had enough to last them through the next day.

She was hardly in the door before Nat was kissing her, using her to shut the door. She doesn’t think she’d ever get sick of this. Doesn’t think she’ll ever get sick of Nat. Ever get sick of her lips. And legs. And hands. And fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. “Baby.”

“You looked so good in that set.” Natasha stopped for all of two seconds to look at her, before trailing her lips down the brunette’s neck, her thigh raising between the girl’s. Wanda moaned, letting her head fall back onto the door. The redhead was sucking spots into her skin, her tongue cold against her heated skin.

“Bed.” Wanda gasped, grinding into the woman’s thigh. She had initially thought their night would have consisted of a movie and Wanda cooking dinner, a nice, relaxing evening after a stressful week. Clearly, Natasha had other plans. Not that she wouldn’t be relaxed after their night.

Natasha’s hands wrapped around her thighs, urging them around her waist before she was lifting up. Wanda practically squealed, dropping her bag in favor of wrapping her arms around the woman’s neck. As much as she would have loved to have sex then and there, she preferred Nat’s bed. Neither of them wanted to deal with the back pain in the morning.

“You’re lucky we didn’t fuck in that store.” Natasha smirked against her neck. She was right. Wanda had nearly bust on the spot when she saw Nat, keeping her hands in her lap as the woman modeled for her. Wanda could only hope she looked as good as the woman in fifteen years.

“You would’ve gotten us kicked out.” Wanda grasped the woman’s hair, pulling her head back. She knew her pupils were as blown as the redhead’s, possibly even more.

“Would’ve been fun.” Natasha smirked and it only made Wanda want her more. Her body was pushed onto the mattress, Natasha on top of her, pulling her shirt off with no hesitation. Her chest heaved as Natasha cupped her through her bra, arching her back. “So pretty for me.”

The words had her absolutely soaked. She was tugging at Nat’s shirt, desperately trying to get it off. Natasha had that cocky smirk set on her face, brushing a thumb over her nipple before she could complain. It had her moaning, tugging even harder at the redhead's shirt.

“Please.” Wanda begged. She had never been against begging and even if she was, Nat made it so easy. She wanted Nat so bad. Needed her. She can’t think about anything but the woman, her brain short circuiting.

“Please what?” Natasha squinted at her, her eyebrows raised. It sent more flutters through her stomach. She continued to play with her tits, pinching and squeezing and tugging lightly on them. Wanda was cursing through a breath. She was so fucking sensitive. Nat knew that and used it to her advantage, teasing her more often than not.

“Let me see you.” Wanda whined, tugging yet again. Natasha obliged with her request, easily pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it to meet Wanda’s on the floor. The brunette couldn’t help but ogle. She was so desperately in love with every part of the redhead’s body. Maybe even the redhead herself. The thought had her lunging forward, reattaching their lips.

“Someone’s eager.” Natasha mumbled, swiping her tongue against the seam of the brunette’s lips. Wanda moaned into her mouth, allowing the older woman access. Nat’s hand unhooked her bra, one still grasping at the soft mound, the other pulling the material away from her.

She ground her hips into the brunette’s, smirking as another moan was pulled from her lips. The professor bit her lip before scaling down her body, sucking harshly at the soft skin of her breasts. Wanda arched into the touch. Before she knew it, Natasha's lips were trailing down her stomach, fingers tugging her leggings and panties down in one go, her mouth following. She was panting as she laid there, her body practically shaking at the thought of what was coming next. Quite literally coming next.

Nat was kissing her way up her legs, stopping at her knee to nip at the skin there, reveling in the way Wanda pulled back just slightly. The back of her knees were ticklish and she couldn’t resist. It only lasted a moment, though, before she was kissing and nipping her way up again, biting at the apex of her thighs. It sent a tingle down Wanda’s spine. She thought Nat would continue her way up like normal, that they’d make out before one of them put the strap on. She didn’t continue up like normal, however, and was licking a long line up her vulva.

“S-stop.” Wanda gasped, gently but urgently pulling at Nat’s soft curls. She felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest and that her lungs were going to explode, panic coursing through her body. Her muscles spasmed, her legs closing and arms pulling up, desperate to get Nat away. Something between whines and gasps left her mouth, her body shutting down.

“Wanda, hey, hey calm down.” Natasha pushed herself off of the brunette, wincing slightly at the sheer force Wanda was using to pull her hair. She had never seen her so panicked, except for maybe in her office with Agatha, but even then, she hadn’t had a look of pure terror on her face.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.” Wanda shook her head, still grasping at the woman’s hair. She couldn’t see Nat anymore, instead being replaced by a head full of dark hair and anger. He was mad at her, beyond pissed that she had even entertained the idea of him going down on her.

“No, no, I’m sorry. Plea- I’m sorry!” She was absolutely petrified, unable to move as he slowly crept up her body. He was going to hurt her. Again. She couldn’t let that happen. She had the twins now. He couldn’t win again.

He didn’t say anything as he climbed towards her face and she almost thinks thats for the better. Thinks she would rather die than hear him say something about how much of a slut she is and how she didn’t deserve to be a mother. She was inclined to believe him. She squeezed her eyes shut as he got closer, yet she could still see him, still feel his rough hands against her body.

“Please don’t.” Wanda whispered, desperately trying to stop her tears. He hated when she cried. Said if she wanted to be a little bitch, she could go home. She didn’t have a home. She only had him. And he knew that too. Knew she had nowhere else to go and no one to turn to. And he would always use it against her.

His hands were wrapping around her throat before she could say anything, forcing her down against the bed. She gasped as her airway was cut off, her eyes popping open in surprise. She tried to take in a breath, struggling against him as she was unable to, shaking her head once again. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t breathe and he was going to kill her. It sent another wave of panic through her body. Her boys. He was going to kill her and take her babies and-

“Wanda!” And she was pulled back to reality, gasping as cool water hit her face. She curled onto her side as she started coughing, arms curling around her stomach. A hand against her back had her flexing away from it, gasping through her coughs. “Hey, hey, you’re okay, you’re okay, Wanda. It’s just me.”

“Nat?” Wanda blinked her eyes open, eyes trailing up the redhead’s body in slight confusion. What happened? She felt woozy, like she could throw up any second. Nat’s hand disappeared from her back, instead threading through her sweaty locks. She leaned into the touch.

“Yeah, it’s me, sweetheart.” Natasha smiled sadly at her, brushing the wet hair out of her face. It vaguely occurred to her that her hair was a mix of sweat and cold water. It made her realize how cool her chest was all of a sudden, a stark contrast to how hot she had been moments earlier.

“Why am I wet?” Wanda murmured, delicately touching her forehead. Sure enough, as she pulled her hand away, droplets of water followed, dripping onto her chest. It pulled her attention down, registering the fact that she was very much naked. It was instantaneous how she curled around herself even tighter, wrapping her arms around her breasts and stomach.

“You were freaking out. Nothing was working so I went with water and well, you know what happened from there.” Natasha looked sheepish, her hand being removed once again in favor of placing a towel over the brunette, her free hand dragging the comforter over her body. First the water and now a towel. Where was she getting stuff? The bathroom, her tired mind supplied.

“Oh.” Wanda mumbled, her eyebrows furrowing. Natasha stood and walked towards the closet and Wanda had to suppress a whine, not wanting to be alone. The feeling of danger still rang through her head, a gross tightening still in her chest. It felt like he’d appear at any moment. That it wouldn’t be Nat coming out of the closet, it would be him. The thought made her shudder.

But the redhead was walking back into the room seconds later, a pile of fabric held in her hands. It sent a wave of relief through her body, her chest loosening just slightly. Natasha sat on the edge of the bed, holding the clothes in her lap. She wrung them out, briefly holding them in the air for Wanda to see before laying them out on the bed.

“Here, sit up.” Nat helped her up, letting Wanda keep her arm wrapped around her towel. A shirt was being pulled over her head, the redhead silently guiding one of her arms through the hole and then the other, pulling the top down over the towel and to the top of her comforter. A sweatshirt was guided onto her as well before the towel was pulled away, Wanda’s body remaining covered the entire time.

“Thank you.” Wanda spoke softly, a certain apprehensiveness to her tone. It was accompanied by a blush. She felt vulnerable and insecure, not even able to put clothes on herself. She wasn’t complaining about the fact that the clothes were Natasha’s, though, the scent of sandalwood and fabric softener washing over her.

“Lay back.” Nat didn’t react to her, instead urging her to lay down, one hand supporting her back while the other pushed her shoulder back. Wanda easily obliged, sighing softly. More clothes were held in front of her before being laid out, Nat waiting for her eyes to meet hers to talk. “Can I touch you to put these on? I won’t look.”

"Y-yeah.” Wanda swallowed thickly, nodding her head. She didn’t know how that was going to work, but she trusted Nat to figure it out. Before she could even try to think, the redhead was standing, flipping the comforter over her ankles. The sudden change in temperature had her shivering, a small smirk pulling at Natasha’s lips.

“Sorry, baby.” Nat pressed a kiss to her ankle, her breath hot against her cool skin. Wanda breathed a sigh through her lips, forcing herself to relax against her pillow. The thought made her blush. Her pillow on Nat’s bed. It made her heart swell. She hardly paid attention as the woman slid a pair of panties up her legs, barely touching her body. It made her heart swell even more. “Lift your hips, love.”

The term of endearment made her stomach flutter, though it clearly slipped past the woman’s lips without a second thought. That made it even hotter, if anything. She whined as she raised her hips off the bed, Nat sliding the garment past the curve of her ass and settling them on her hips. She carefully slid the tip of her fingers in the waistband, easily sliding them around her body to make sure it wasn’t twisted anywhere.

“You doing okay, baby?” Natasha was back by her face, gently pushing her hair back once again. It was so intensely intimate, the way that Nat didn’t hesitate to take care of her. Wanda loved it. Loved her. Holy shit. She loved Natasha. Truly, genuinely loved her. Fuck.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.” Wanda tried to shake the thought away. If she hadn’t been so shaken up about what had just happened, she thinks she would’ve taken Nat on the spot. Not thinks, knows. Instead, she laid there in her daze, barely aware of the redhead’s hands on her body.

“Up.” She was lifting her hips without a second thought, the softness of the woman’s sweatpants comforting her even further. Nat made sure the elastic wasn’t twisted once again, pressing a kiss to her forehead before tugging a pair of socks over her feet. “Good job, sweetheart.”

Wanda keened at the praise. She pursed her lips, humming as Nat took the hint and pressed a kiss against them. She loved Natasha’s lips. Wanted to kiss them forever. The woman laid a multitude of kisses across her face, not stopping until she deemed the entirety of her face covered.

“Let’s get out of this wet spot, yeah?” Wanda had forgotten about the water and cringed. She hardly nodded before Nat was tugging her to sit up, easily maneuvering her across the bed and into her arms. Smooth, Wanda thought.

The brunette easily cuddled into her frame, sliding her head under the woman’s chin and wrapping an arm around her waist. Natasha held her close, pressing kisses along her forehead and brushing her hair. This is why you love her. Wanda’s heart leapt at the thought. They laid there for what seemed to be hours, decompressing after the unexpected.

“What happened?” And for what seemed like the upteenth time that day, Natasha wanted to know why she was so fucked up. Why she couldn’t go through her day like a normal person. Her tone was soft, though, like she expected Wanda to not answer.

“I don’t… I don’t know.” Her tone was just as soft, accompanied by confusion. It was the truth. She didn’t know what happened. Nat was kissing her one moment and the next… the next she was being choked by him. The thought sent shivers down her body and she curled into the redhead.

“Was it something I did?” Natasha pushed her chin up, forcing their eyes to meet. She was so genuinely concerned it made the brunette want to cry. Except, she had already cried enough that night and didn’t want to anymore. It was embarrassing. She knew it was because of how fucked up her hormones were, but it didn’t make it any less humiliating.

“No! No, I just…” Wanda trailed off, blushing as she didn't know what to say. It was hard to look away. They both wanted to know why she freaked out so suddenly. It had never happened before. Why now? She was tempted to leave it at that. To say she didn’t know and call it a day. She had an idea as to why though and was blurting it out before she could stop herself.

“He never-” Wanda cut herself off with a nervous giggle, her lips quivering. She knew Nat would never make fun of her for it, theoretically, at least, but she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about it. He had eaten her out once, and it didn’t even count because he was drunk and it was no more than a warm-up for him to sloppily fuck her before he passed out. It had been discovered early on that faking her orgasm was the only way she would get him off her case. He had declared the next time he was thrusting into her that neither of them had liked it and that it would be a waste of his time. Thus marking the first and last time Wanda had ever been eaten out.

“My ex never did… that because neither of us liked it and it doesn’t matter that I don’t like it, but I don’t want you to do it because you won’t like it, either.” Wanda covered her face as she spoke, muffling her already high-pitched and hurried words into something unintelligible.

“Woah, woah. Wanda, slow down.” Natasha reached to pull her hands away, gently holding the brunette's wrists between her own hands. Her face was flushed a bright red that traveled down her chest as her breath heaved, clearly embarrassed by the revelation.

“Hey.” Nat let go of one of her wrists, allowing it to drop onto her stomach in favor of brushing her hair out of her face, trailing her hand down her face to cup her cheek. Wanda could hardly see the woman with how glassy her vision had become, a new set of tears threatening to shed, no doubt.

“I wouldn’t have done it if I knew you didn’t like it and I’m sorry for not asking beforehand.” Natasha spoke softly, stroking her cheek as she did so. Wanda’s eyes traveled along her features, scanning for some sort of insincerity on her face, only to find none. It was both confusing and comforting. “As for me not liking it, well, let’s just say I wouldn’t have do it if I didn’t like it either.”

Wanda laughed half heartedly at that. She sniffled as Nat brushed the pads of her thumbs under her eyes, swiping at imaginary tears. The brunette’s eyes fluttered shut, relaxing further into the woman’s hold. Her body felt like jelly, her brain working at a pace far faster than she was able to process in the moment.

Natasha didn’t say anything else, instead reaching to turn the TV on and pulling the comforter snuggly around them. It was a position they found themselves in often, mostly after sex, but also after a nice day or night where both of them are exhausted. It was nice. Being held in someone’s arms without any ulterior movement.

“I’m sorry I ruined the mood.” Wanda’s voice was quiet, spoken in that soft, timid timber she uses far too often in Nat’s opinion. Had they not been so close together, Nat thinks she wouldn’t have heard her. Natasha shook her head.

“You didn’t ruin the mood, love.” She spoke just as softly, letting the fleshy part of her palm near her thumb rest against her cheekbone. Wanda could hear that her heart was steady, nowhere near as fast as her own was beating. She thought of how a nurse had explained to her that that’s why her twins loved to be held, that they could feel her heart beating like they had when she was pregnant and it comforted them. She wondered if it was the same with adults.

“Okay.” Wanda whispered, sinking further against her chest. She felt safe. She hadn’t felt that in a long time. Maybe Nat could protect her. She’s not sure against what, but the thought warms her heart. It’s the last thing she thinks of before she falls asleep, just how much she loves the woman. Maybe she did need her after all.

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Want Doesn't Equal Need

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Word Count: 4,854

Warnings: Unspecified age gap (Nat is older), heavy makeout session.

Summary: Nat and Wanda have been going on strong for over a month, but will a little secret ruin what they have?

Part One Part Three

A/N: i wrote this all within the last 30 hours :)

Wanda groaned at the sound of her alarm, eyes slitting open as she blearily tried to turn it off before it woke the twins. The chances of it waking them was slim: the phone was maybe half a foot away from her and on the third lowest volume. If motherhood had taught her one thing, it was that you could never be too quiet.

She lifted her head just enough to see her babies, making sure they were still asleep and breathing before rolling onto her back. They had been changed fed just over half an hour ago, so they wouldn’t need to be fed for a while, but it never hurt to check. If one look was enough to soothe at least a little of her anxiety, so be it.

The sound of sharp cries pulled her out of sleep, reaching for her phone. She did a double take as she realized it wasn’t her alarm and instead was the twins, nearly shooting out of bed to attend to them.

“Good morning.” Wanda mumbled through a yawn, flashing a tired smile at the oldest of the twins as she leaned over to pick him up. It hadn’t taken long to learn which cry was who’s and what it meant, easily being able to tell the twins apart at three months old. She gave the same greeting to the younger as she picked him up, easily falling into their morning routine.

While it was out of the norm for either of them to be crying before she was awake, it wasn't impossible and she merely shrugged it off. She had read somewhere babies had an internal clock, though it wouldn’t develop fully for a few more months. Whatever it may be, she was glad the three of them had fallen into a schedule, well, whatever you could consider a schedule for newborns.

“Just give me a second here, Tommy.” The brunette spoke tiredly, sitting against her mountain of pillows with her feet planted on the mattress, knees in the air. Billy was laid on her thighs as he was the calmer of the two at the moment, needing her free hand to take her shirt and bra off. While feeding them simultaneously had proven to be a hassle multiple times, it had also proven to be the most effective method of handling twins as a single mother.

"I know you’re hungry, bud.” Wanda rocked him as best as she could, transferring him to her left arm. Neither of the boys needed help latching, hadn’t for upwards of two months, but it was still easier to hold whoever needed to start nursing first in her non-dominant arm and then hold the second with her dominant arm.

“See? You’re okay, bubs.” The student murmured softly, splitting her attention between the two as she picked up Billy, situating him on her right side with a soft sigh. She leaned her head back, letting her eyes flutter shut while the twins ate. She didn’t know why she was so tired all of a sudden. While she hadn’t gotten a full night of sleep in months, the twins had been sleeping exceptionally well the last few nights, meaning she too had been actually sleeping.

Obviously she knew she would be playing catch up with her sleep; the twins had just turned three months just over a week ago, though she knew she was far from any of them sleeping through the night anytime soon. Still, she had easily slept over six hours last night, the most she had gotten on a school night since starting fall semester. Whatever it may be, she was tempted to fall back asleep and wait for her second alarm, even though it wouldn’t be more than five minutes at the most.

“Wanda. Are you up?” The pounding on her bedroom door had her wincing, begrudgingly opening her eyes. She had all of ten seconds to pull her comforter over herself, well as much as she could, before her door was shoved open, Pietro standing in her doorway. He was dressed in shorts and a muscle tank, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe of her room. She was sure he’d never learn how to wait before barging in. It was a brother thing, she supposed.

“I am now.” Wanda met his eyes with a straight face, clearly unamused. It wasn’t because she was feeding the twins: she’d be more concerned if he asked her to cover herself up because he was uncomfortable, with how many times he had walked into her room without so much as knocking. He, at the very least, had learned to do that much.

“Am I watching them today or not?” Pietro huffed, rolling his eyes. Sassy man apocalypse. It was unfortunate, really. He was such a good brother, she didn’t know why he had to be an asshole sometimes. It was a brother thing she supposed.

“You said you would?” Wanda fixed him with a stare, shaking her head just slightly. School had started a month and a half ago; why was he questioning the schedule they had made? Granted, she had to remind him everyday he watched them. Whatever. He was the only one she truly trusted watching the twins and was beyond grateful, even if he could be the most annoying human. She’s sure he cries more than the twins combined.

“You weren’t responding to my texts.” He shrugged, biting out of an apple that seemed to appear out of thin air in his hand. He did that a lot. Which was weird considering how Wanda notices just about everything. Like how both of his socks had holes and he wouldn’t buy another pair because they were ‘still good’. His words, not hers.

“What time is it?” Wanda couldn’t exactly look at her phones, the twins still in her arms. That was weird, though. Wanda was almost always up earlier than him, especially after having the twins. She liked to joke that they were her own personal alarm clock; waking her up at hours that Pietro considered bedtime. Pietro just said she was getting old and her jokes were getting lame.

“Like… nine.” He looked at his phone, turning it towards her. It was two minutes before nine. Fuck. She was supposed to be up by eight and leaving by nine thirty. She was so fucked. Her alarm went off. But that was the first alarm, not her second one.

“Fuck. Are you- you’re joking.” Wanda sat up, wincing slightly as the twins didn’t appreciate the sudden change in position. She mumbled a soft sorry to them, her comforter pooling around her stomach. She hated her stomach. Didn’t want to think about how disgusting it had become after giving birth. She’d do it again if it meant having her babies. “Why would I-”

“Get out! I- oh my god.” Wanda was vaguely aware of the fact that she had gone to bed without shorts on. It had become more common since she started seeing Nat, a side effect of falling asleep after a single orgasm, she was sure. That and she didn’t anticipate her brother waking her up. “I don’t have clothes on!”

Pietro made some sort of barfing sound before turning, closing the door behind her. Realistically, there was nothing she could do until the twins were done eating. She still stood up, using her foot to find the pair of leggings she had worn the day before. Nat had said they made her ass look fat, that she needed to buy more flair leggings because there was just something about them. She had also said her tits looked good in a nursing bra. Wanda wasn’t so sure about that.

It took longer than she would’ve like to find them, flinging them onto her bed before searching for some kind of top. Tommy had stopped eating and had started fussing. She couldn’t do much but rock and shush him. She caught herself in the mirror, stopping almost immediately. She had no time to do her hair or makeup.

“C’mon Billy. I need you to hurry up.” Wanda glanced at the younger of the twins, her eyes flitting between the two. It was a habit of hers. Making sure they were both here. That they were actually hers.

As soon as he finished she was burping them, standing topless in the middle of her room. It didn’t take long before they were both situated in their bassinets, both fed and happy. Wanda was neither of those things. She felt like one of those old shows where they ran around like a madman trying to find something. She was running around like a madman trying to figure out what she was doing. She pulled on her pants and a sweatshirt, hair tie held in her mouth as she roughly brushed her hair back into a snarly ponytail. She’d fix it later.

“I didn't have time to pump, so this will have to do.” Wanda was laying the twins in Pietro’s arms before taking two frozen baggies out of the freezer, running the faucet while she got her backpack ready. She was throwing random things in there; notebooks, her laptop, a random bar sitting on the island. A bowl was filled with warm water, the two baggies tossed in there before she put them in the fridge. “You know where all their stuff is. Milk is in the fridge.”

Wanda shrugged her jacket on, pulling her backpack on after and her hair out of them, walking towards the living room. She kissed both of the babies foreheads, telling them both she loved them before she was pulling on her shoes and out the door. It was 9:38. She’d make it on time. Hopefully.

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Wanda knocked lightly at the door, a nervous smile pulling at her lips caught between her teeth. She had an hour before her next class and while she’d normally eat lunch, she had an appetite for something other than eating. She wasn’t sure what she was doing. Apologizing, maybe. Begging if called for. She wouldn’t be against it if it was asked.

“Come in.” The professor’s voice flitted through the door, a familiar coolness she had become accustomed to. The brunette took a deep breath before pushing the door open, gauging the reaction of the teacher. The woman’s face morphed into something between surprise and happiness. That was a good sign. Wanda shut the door behind her, slowly approaching the desk. Cautiously.

Wanda smiled as the woman pushed her chair out from the desk, all but pouncing on her. She wasn’t even fully straddling the woman before she was kissing her, attempting to thread her fingers through red hair. Of course this was the one day the redhead wore her hair in a bun.

“Good afternoon to you too.” Natasha spoke slowly, a certain rasp accompanying her tone. It only made Wanda want her more, fully settling into her lap and attaching her lips to the others once again. She didn’t know why she was so needy all of a sudden, wanting nothing more than to have hot office sex with the woman, no cares about the outside world.

“Less talking, more kissing.” Wanda mumbled as she trailed her lips down the redhead’s neck. It was a mix between kissing, biting and sucking, beyond sure she would leave bruises. She smirked smugly, knowing Nat would have to fumble with foundation before the meeting or walk out of it with a bruised neck. Both options sounded amazing to her.

“I saw you two days ago-” Nat was cut off by Wanda kissing her hard, their lips smacking. The brunette ground against her pelvis, tugging the redhead’s hands onto her waist. For as touchy as she was when they were at her house, she was lacking greatly all of a sudden.

“Two days too many.” The student pulled back just slightly, fixing the woman with a stare. She wanted Nat to get the hint and, at the very least, touch her. A quickie would be even better. That made her stomach drop, barely able to hold back a whine at the thought.

“What happened to no sex in the office?” Natasha questioned with that damn eyebrow raised. That alone had Wanda nearly begging for more. She ground against the redhead again, delighted when the woman met her. Nat’s hands slowly crawled to the bottom of her bra, sending a chill down her spine. This was going to be good.

“Don’t care.” Wanda muttered, surging forward to kiss the woman again. She moaned into her mouth, Nat’s lips beginning to move against hers. Her hands returned to her bun, whining as she tugged just slightly.

“Or,” Natasha dragged the word out as she grabbed the hair at the back of the brunette’s head, pulling Wanda with little difficulty off of her neck, “You’re trying to distract me so that I wouldn't notice that you were late this morning?” Wanda’s face blushed a bright red, her swollen lips and dazed look only adding to Nat’s delight. Wanda was easy to fluster. A touch here, a glance there, a sneaky text during class when Wanda wasn’t even supposed to be on her phone. It was probably a kink with how much pride she took in seeing the girl blush. She was too busy to care.

“Oh.” And somehow her blush deepened, her lips pulling up in that small embarrassed smile she did, her teeth tugging her bottom lip into her mouth. While making out had been her tactic to make Nat forget about it, she was beyond hopeful Nat wouldn’t have remembered this morning at all. Clearly though, much like everything else in her life, that didn’t work. “No?”

“Is that an answer or a question?” Nat had long ago let go of her hair, her hands settling back onto the girl's thighs with an eyebrow raised. Wanda pouted, whining slightly as the redhead’s fingers began to dance against the skin. It felt pathetic; whimpering on some woman’s lap because they weren’t actively making out, but she hadn’t exactly made out with someone other than Nat in months. It wasn’t her fault she was high and dry.

“Baby.” Wanda whined, moving her hands up the woman’s shoulders and neck to cup her cheeks, the tips of her fingers digging softly into her hairline. She knew Nat held a lot of tension in her temples, having seen her hold her head during class damn near daily and especially after anything loud. Nat had mentioned something about migraines in passing and Wanda had encouraged she get it checked, but Nat only brushed her off, stating it was her ‘old age’ getting to her. “I didn’t mean to, okay?”

“That doesn’t excuse the fact that you were late.” Nat’s tone softened, her eyes shifting between the brunette’s as sympathy washed over her features. Wanda looked genuinely sorry, like she had some reason as to why she walked in over twenty minutes late.

“I know. I just-” Wanda sighed, looking past the redhead as her vision became blurry. Her hands returned to the woman’s hair, running the tips of her fingers down the back of her head, something she did with the twins. At lot of her coping mechanisms had stemmed from things she did with them. It was funny, how they were what saved her and continue to do so.

“Hey, why the tears, love?” And like that, she had ruined the mood. She was good at that. She only shook her head, not able to look at the redhead with the way her eyes were filled with sympathy. Nat treated her too well. She didn’t deserve how well Nat treated her.

“I overslept and then my brother, and the twins, and I still left early enough to get here but there wasn’t any parking and I had to park a block away even though I pay how much for a parking pass and-” Wanda cut herself off with a gasp, roughly shoving the palms into her eyes to try and stop her tears. It of course didn’t work, no matter how much she wishes it did. She could hardly look at Nat, too caught up in her flustered morning recap. “And people walk so fucking slow and take up thr entire goddamn hallway and I can’t pass them so of course I walk in and everybody has to look at me like I’m some kind of terrible person and they’re not wrong bu-”

“Wanda, Wanda, calm down, baby.” Natasha was wiping her tears, when had she started crying, gently shaking both of their heads. She pressed their lips together just barely, watching as the brunette’s eyes fluttered shut. The redhead was so gentle. It was a stark contrast to how she was in class; mean and cold turning into gentle and warm. Wanda practically melted into her, her forehead tipping forward until it was touching the older woman’s.

“You need to take a deep breath, Wanda. It’s okay, okay? We all have our days and yes, it’s frustrating and beyond irritating, but we need to not get so worked up over it, yeah? It’s a pain in the ass. Besides, it’s better than missionary.” Nat rubbed her thumbs over the pads of her cheeks, talking slowly and without judgment. Wanda knew this wasn’t the first time the woman had calmed down someone from spiraling, having been in the same situation at least once a week. And yet, the redhead stayed. “But you-” Wanda’s chuckle was watery, the brunette pulling back and shaking her head as she dragged the heel of her hand against her cheeks.

“I was only teasing.” Natasha chuckled back as she reached for a tissue, handing it to the younger. Wanda turned away as she blew her nose, the professor’s hand almost immediately rubbing up and down her back. The brunette dropped the kleenex in the trash under the woman’s desk, a pout on her face. She wiggled in the redhead’s arms until she was under her chin, pushing out a breath of hot air against her chest. “Fuck you.”

“Oh, I intend to.” Nat’s hands crawled up her back, easily unhooking her bra. Wanda gasped quietly, pressing a kiss against the woman’s collarbone before pulling her head back. Nat had that damn eyebrow raised, almost as if she were challenging Wanda. And Wanda was not about to back down. She dropped her hands onto the woman’s shoulders, meeting her halfway with open mouthed kisses. It was all teeth, pure adrenaline coursing through their bodies.

“And I like missionary.” Wanda used her thumbs to turn her professor’s face up, her own smirk pulling at her lips as she forced them apart. It was all she said before her thumbs vanished under the woman’s shirt, pulling the straps of her bra up and letting go at the same time as she nipped at the woman’s chin.

“You little shit.” Natasha pushed them on the chair until the brunette’s back was against the desk, her mouth opening with a slightly pained gasp. The redhead countered the brunette’s action by sliding her hands around to cup her breasts, leaning forward to kiss her again. Their tongues easily slid across each other’s, matching sounds of want echoing between them. It was fast and sloppy, their bodies moving together in sync as they ground against each other, all wanton and needy.

The door rattling against a heavy knocking had them stopping, each woman panting. “What the fuck?” Wanda pulled away from Nat, staring at her with wide and accusatory eyes. She had checked Nat’s schedule prior to showing up unannounced, knowing for a fact the woman had nothing going on for another hour, when Wanda’s final class of the day started. God, she hated how much that made her sound like a stalker. And obsessive. She wasn’t sure which was worse. Either way, no one should’ve been knocking like they had some sort of appointment because as far as she was concerned, they didn’t.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Nat hissed, removing her hands from under the girls shirt. She didn’t move more than that, keeping Wanda on her lap as they both waited in silence. There was a chance it was some student that, like Wanda, had showed up without an appointment, but Nat knew that if they didn’t say anything, the chances of them leaving were higher than not.

“Knock knock!” A clearly feminine voice fluttered through the door with another light knock, a familiar warmth that both women knew. It forced them into action; Wanda stumbling off of Nat’s lap while pulling her shirt down, awkwardly shoving her bra to cup her breasts instead of Nat’s hands, while Nat rubbed the lipstick off of her skin, fixing her own clothes and posture from where she was sat. “One moment!”

Wanda had just enough of a mind to drag her backpack from where it was dropped next to her, pulling her laptop from her bag. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” Wanda muttered while logging in, attempting to brush her hair out. It was a lost mess, her soft waves turning snarly.

“You think I knew someone was going to show up?” Nat muttered back, reaching across her desk to rub at Wanda’s own lipstick. She’s sure it was as smudged as hers, though she was hoping that the low light of the lamps in her office would somehow hide that. Wanda shook her hand away, dragging the wrist of her sweatshirt across her mouth, wiping away any leftover makeup. The door was opening in all but two seconds, a tall brunette woman impatiently pushing through the doorway.

“Oh! I didn’t know you were meeting with someone! I’ll only be a few.” The brunette returned the woman’s smile, though how genuine it was was up for debate. Wanda could vaguely place the woman’s voice. She definitely knew it, from where though, she was unsure.

“What can I do for you, Harkness?” Natasha gave the woman a faux smile, not catching the slight flinch the youngest of the three made at the mention of her name, her attention fully on the older woman. Agatha Harkness was the last person she wanted to see after making out with girlfriend. Fuck that, she didn’t want to see her at all.

“I was just looking to go over the meeting outline, in private.” Wanda was unsure of whether or not Agatha knew it was her. If she did, the weird sappiness in her tone was definitely meant to be some kind of retaliation for withdrawing from her class a month and a half before finals, itf it wasn’t… If it wasn’t, then she didn’t know. Either way, she was not about to deal with her. Not here and not now.

“Of course, let me just finish up with Wanda he-” Nat cleared her throat, gesturing to the younger before clasping her hands. They made eye contact for what felt like the first time in hours, Nat’s nonchalant demeanor a stark contrast to Wanda’s panicked state. The redhead almost looked like she didn’t know what to say, her mouth open once as Wanda shook her head.

“That’s okay, I’m just gonna-” Wanda closed her laptop with a slam, shoving it into her backpack as fast as she could. She needed to be out of that classroom as soon as possible, no questions asked. She had no idea how long until her class started, nor did she care, focused on getting out.

“Are you sure you don’t want to-” Nat cut her off with, what seemed to be, a genuine question, standing just slightly with a hand held out, but Wanda only shook her head as she stood, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. She was cut off by the eldest, though, an overdramatic shocked gasp pulling both of their eyes to her.

“Wanda! It’s so good to see you again!” And that sickeningly sweet tone was back, some twisted grin shining on her face. It made Wanda’s stomach churn. The woman practically rushed up to her, taking her into her arms like a mother who had lost and then found their child. It makes her heart hurt for her own babies. Her face was all but shoved between the woman’s tits, a move she was sure Agatha was doing on purpose. She had always been like that. She waited until Nat spoke to pull away as the eldests arms held her in place, though she didn’t get far as Agatha wrapped an arm around her, her fingers curling into the bottom of her ponytail.

“You two know each other?” Natasha sounded shocked, like she didn’t know of the rumors flying around the department about Wanda. More specifically, about Wanda and Agatha. It was unlikely, though the confused look shining through her nonchalant stance had Wanda questioning her. If anything, she was praying Nat didn’t know what had happened. And from their many, many chats, she didn’t.

“Know?! Honey, Wanda was only my best student last semester before she dropped out for personal reasons.” Wanda felt like some kind of doll; Agatha’s hand petting the nape of her neck and down her back, a fake look of despair thrown on her face. She felt like a trophy, like Agatha was flaunting her for her own sick fantasy. It’s not like that was far off: Agatha had told her she had been her most willing student in years.

“It was a shame, really. Not getting to teach your star pupil anymore. She is looking quite better now, though, wouldn’t you say, superstar?” And now both of the women’s attention was on her, a look filled with expectation mirrored on each other’s faces. They each were expecting something different, though. Nat looked like she wanted to know what had happened, like she needed to protect Wanda from… whatever. No protection now, Wanda thought bitterly. Agatha… Agatha was expecting a reason. A reason for dropping out, for giving up, for acting like nothing had happened between them.

"Totally.” Wanda mumbled, pinching the insides of her wrists. She couldn’t handle this. Not today, at least. Maybe not ever. She needed Agatha to stop touching her hair, for Nat to stop looking at her like she was some kind of victim, for herself to stop believing she could keep running and not be dragged back down. The chances of any of the three happening were close to zero.

“You know, we could always use more students in Art History in the United States. I don’t mean to be a brag, but I hear the unit on the 1600’s tends to be a favorite.” She was lying. Wanda knew. Nat chuckled with the woman, but Wanda knew what joining her class entailed. Knew she’d be cornered with no way out. She wasn’t letting that happen again.

“I’ll think about it, but I gotta g-” So she lied back, taking a step forward to finally get away from the woman’s claws. And they were claws, with how sharp she liked to keep her nails, there was no way she hadn’t accidentally purposefully drawn blood with them. She was looking at Nat for any way out, though the redhead looked like she was enjoying Wanda's struggle, like she and Agatha had planned this.

“Why so soon? We’re only just catching up, toots!” Strike three for that damn sugary sweetness that Wanda knew was fake. She shakes her head, her vision slowly becoming wet. Why was she going to start crying? Couldn’t she have control over something? It didn’t help that her chest felt like it was going to rip apart if she took a breath that was too big.

“You can stay, Wanda. I’m sure Agatha only needs a few things cleared up.” Natasha smiled at her, rounding her desk to place a hand on her shoulder. Wanda all but shrugged away from it. There were too many things touching her. She was wet and sticky and hot. Why was it so hot all of a sudden?

“I-” Wanda stuttered, her mind blanking completely. She didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t breathe. If she moved to far forward, she’d run into Nat. Too far back, Agatha. Why couldn’t she just leave? She needed to leave. She couldn’t breathe. She can’t fucking breathe and everyone’s watching her and she’s going to explode and-

“I need to pee.” And with that Wanda pushed past the older woman, all but booking it into the nearest bathroom. What the fuck had just happened? One second she's making out with, quite frankly, one of the hottest people she's ever met and the next she's being shown off like a consolation prize. And on top of it all, she desperately needed a change of panties. Of course, she hadn’t exactly planned to have a hot steamy makeout session on a rolling desk chair, but it happened and now she was left very uncomfortable and very unsatisfied. She was never starting a makeout session in that god forsaken office again.

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