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CHAR BABES

i don’t think you know how hard you’re eating with 50 Shades right now!! I was not reading the latest chapters just so I can gather as many as I can and read them all together but I can’t even do that anymore!!!

Now i have to read the chapters or i’ll spontaneously combust aaaaaahhhh

You’re amazing please don’t go bald

omg ur so real for that i do the same thing when i follow an in progress fic but i always cave and read it hahaha

we r working on the chapter right now!

i will not go bald thank u for saying that pookie

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Only living for the next chapter at this point

writing it at work as we speak haha but it might take a second i gotta plot out how i want the rest of the story to go

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It’s August and Chappell Roan just released Subway who wants to be my toxic situationship or life long wife… you can only choose one

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now that wanda signed the contract we can expect the filth? or maybe... more filth? since you already fed us good in some chapters 🫣

It’s about to be so kinky in this fic that god is gonna blush don’t you worry

Now that Wanda’s done with her whole angst moment she’s gonna be THIRSTY and ready for anything Natasha is gonna do hehe

Lowkey we’re gonna diverge from the plot of the actual book now bc the book friggin sucks so I’m making up my own plot now

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Reminder to use the “x reader” tag

Normalize context what does this mean I’ve been tagging my fics correctly

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you mean i get notified anytime char char posts a fic?? say less pookie bear <3

omg stawp it pookie ur so sweet ♡

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You are feeding us with the 50 shades of red. And Im eating that up like starved bear.

Uuughhhh its so good. *Slurping sounds* please please more *some barking and happy growling sounds* thank you so much bro

Btw congrats on the top surgery, hope you have the surgery easy. i kinda wanted to do too but im too chicken shit about hospitals and doctors. <3

Would you believe me if I said that work is so slow rn that I'm legit writing on the clock while waiting for emails and that's why the updates have actually been consistent ◡̈

But YAY I'm so happy you are all enjoying it!!! It's hard to retain enjoyment for a multichaptered fic so I'm just glad some people are sticking with me as I update!!

And thank you!! I just had my consultation, so now I gotta get a therapists note (the appointment is today) and they're gonna go through my insurance and schedule the actual surgery hopefully this November!!! Which is fucking CRAZY I'm so excited. And yes doctors and hospitals and surgeries can be scary but for me this was a life or death kind of surgery like I need this surgery to be happy in my life so it was kinda a no brainer for me. Like I cannot go a single waking moment without thinking about how my chest looks not right so this was definitely an easy choice for me ♡

Honestly just take your time! It's a big decision and if it will make your quality of life better then start the process! It's a long one lol.

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50 Shades of Red || Chapter 17

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

summary: Wanda graduates, Kate and Natasha give amazing speeches, and she celebrates.

content warnings: alcohol, restraints, riding crop

word count: 3.1k+

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comments and reblogs are always appreciated! happy reading ♡

Natasha is standing over her, grasping a black, leather riding crop. She’s wearing nothing but a pair of old, faded Levis. Her posture is straight and self-assured as she flicks the crop slowly into her palm. Her muscles ripple slightly as she does so, but Wanda can’t tear her gaze away from those piercing eyes. 

Wanda can’t move, nude and shackled, spread-eagled on a large four-poster bed. Reaching forward, Natasha trails the tip of the crop from her forehead down to the tip of her nose, until Wanda can smell the leather. She drags it over her sensitive, parted lips. 

“Suck,” Natasha commands, pushing the tip into her mouth. Her voice is soft, and Wanda’s mouth closes over the hard leather as she obeys. 

The crop is pulled from her mouth, and Wanda is left panting as Natasha trails it down under her chin to the base of her throat. She swirls it slowly there for a moment, then continues to drag the tip down her body. Along her sternum, between her breasts, over her stomach. Wanda is squirming, pulling against the restraints holding her down. Natasha drags the crop down further, until it gathers Wanda’s arousal and rests over her protruding clit. She flicks the crop, and it hits Wanda’s clit with a sharp slap. She comes, shouting her release as relief and pleasure fill her. 

Abruptly, Wanda wakes, gasping for breath, covered in sweat, and feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm. She wipes some strands away from her damp forehead, disoriented. She’s in her bedroom alone, sun streaming through the windows. The clock tells her it’s eight in the morning, and Wanda puts her head in her hands. She didn’t know she could have such a vivid dream, and a dream about sex? It’s bewildering. She definitely had no idea she could orgasm in her sleep. 

Kate is skipping around the kitchen when Wanda staggers in. 

“Wands? Are you okay? You look weird. I didn’t know you owned a suit jacket?”

“I’m fine,” Wanda murmurs, avoiding looking at any reflecting surface. She runs her fingertips over the soft fabric of Natasha’s jacket. She must have fallen asleep in it. Maybe that was why the woman had infiltrated her dreams. 

“The jacket is Natasha’s,” she mumbles absentmindedly. She heads for the kettle, needing some tea. 

“So the date went well?”

Wanda thinks about the contract lying on her desk, the ink fully dry from when she had signed it the night before. “Yes, the date went really well.”

Kate practically squeals, and Wanda can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. Then, she frowns. “She doesn’t approve of my car.”

“Who does, Wanda? That’s old news, that machine is barely drivable at this point.”

Rolling her eyes, Wanda pours out some tea for both of them, sitting down criss-crossed on the counter. They’ve packed up the barstools. Kate mirrors her, pulling her laptop closer. 

“Do you wanna hear my speech for graduation? I finished editing it last night.”

Wanda nods, listening to Kate’s valedictorian speech as she sips her tea. With a jolt, she remembers that Natasha is giving a speech at graduation. Well, that should be interesting. 

—

The sports auditorium is crowded, Kate kissing Wanda on the cheek before racing off to prepare for her speech. Wanda navigates through the sea of black gowns and caps, checking the slip of paper that tells her where her seat is. She doesn’t look at the seats where everyone’s family sits, knowing she won’t find her mother’s soft eyes or Pietro’s obnoxiously waving hand. Her heart twists for a second, but she steadies herself. 

Making her way to her seat, Wanda is pleased to see that she’s in the second row. That provides some anonymity, but she’ll also have a great view of Kate’s speech. And Natasha’s. She flushes. 

The auditorium fills quickly, and the number of excited voices increases into a buzz. The row of seats in front of Wanda fills. On either side of her, she is joined by two girls from a different major. She doesn’t know them, but they’re obviously close friends as they talk across her excitedly. 

At precisely eleven, the Chancellor appears on the stage, joined by her Vice Chancellors and other senior professors. They’re decked out in their regalia, and Wanda feels very plain in her black cap and gown. Some of the professors wave, while others look bored. Wanda’s favorite professor, Professor Scott Lang, looks like he’s just rolled out of bed, as usual. 

Last on the stage are Kate and Natasha. Kate looks stunning, her chin held high as her fingers grip the paper her speech is printed out on. Next to her, Natasha sits regally, one leg crossed elegantly over the other. She’s wearing a form-fitting black dress, with gold jewelry adorning her neck and wrists as her red hair falls in subtle waves over her shoulders. Her fingers glint with dainty rings, and Wanda feels her pulse race at the sight of her. 

“Look at her,” one of the guys in front of Wanda whispers to his friend. 

“She’s hot.”

Wanda stiffens. She knows exactly who they’re talking about. 

“Must be Natasha Romanoff.”

“Is she single?”

Wanda bristles and leans forward. “I don’t think so,” she murmurs.

“Oh,” both of the guys turn slightly in surprise. 

“I think she’s gay,” Wanda whispers. 

“Damn, that sucks,” one of the guys groans. 

As the Chancellor stands and kicks off the ceremony with her speech, Wanda watches Natasha subtly scanning the hall. Those green eyes find hers, the woman’s face smooth and impassive. Wanda can’t help but squirm slightly, feeling a slow flush spread across her face. She recalls her dream from the other morning, and her stomach flips pleasantly as she inhales sharply. 

A hint of a shadow crosses Natasha’s lips, but it's fleeting. She briefly closes her eyes, her face once again indifferent as she opens them. 

The room erupts into applause as Miss Katherine Bishop takes the stage. The Chancellor shakes her hand, murmuring a few words before returning to her seat. Kate tosses her long brown hair behind her as she places her papers on the lectern. All previous nervousness seems to have fled her, taking her time and not at all intimidated by a thousand eyes on her. She smiles when she’s ready, looks up at the sea of people, and launches into an eloquent speech. She’s composed and funny, the girls beside Wanda erupting into giggles at her first joke. Wanda is immensely proud of her, and although she’s already heard the speech, she listens attentively. 

Her theme is ‘What Next After College?’ Natasha is watching Kate, her eyebrows slightly raised. Wanda thinks it’s surprise, and maybe respect. She feels nothing but admiration for her roommate and friend. 

Kate concludes her speech with a flourish, and everyone stands spontaneously, cheering and applauding. It’s her first-ever standing ovation. Wanda beams at her as she cheers, and Kate smiles widely back at her. 

The audience finally quiets, sitting down as the Chancellor takes the podium, introducing Natasha and touching briefly on her accomplishments. Wanda’s heart begins racing once again. 

The Chancellor shakes Natasha’s hand, and there is a swell of polite applause. Natasha approaches the lectern and surveys the hall. She looks so confident standing in front of an audience, just like Kate did. The two guys in front of Wanda lean forward, enraptured. In fact, Wanda thinks most of the male members of the audience inch closer, even a few of the women. She feels something swell inside her. Is it jealousy? Possessiveness? She shakes it off as Natasha begins speaking, her voice soft, measured, and mesmerizing. 

“I am profoundly grateful and touched by the rare opportunity to speak with you today about the impressive work of the environmental science department here at the University. Our aim is to develop ecologically sustainable methods of farming for third-world countries; our ultimate goal is to eradicate hunger and poverty across the globe. Agricultural dysfunction is rife within certain parts of the world, and the result is ecological and social destruction. I’ve known what it’s like to be profoundly hungry. This is a very personal journey for me.”

Wanda’s jaw falls to the floor. Natasha was hungry once? Well, that explains a great deal. She remembers the interview and how the woman had mentioned wanting to help the world. She racks her brain to remember what Kate had written in the article. Adopted at age four, she thinks. She can’t imagine Melina starving her or Yelena, so it must have been before, when Natasha was only a small girl. Wanda swallows harshly, her heart constricting at the thought of a hungry, green-eyed toddler. 

What kind of life did she have before the Romanoffs got a hold of her and rescued her?

Abruptly, everyone bursts into applause and stands. Wanda follows, not having heard the last half of her speech. She can’t believe that Natasha is running a huge company, doing all of these good works, and still finding time for Wanda. It’s overwhelming, to say the least, but Wanda’s heart swells impossibly full. 

One of the Vice Chancellors rises and begins the long, tedious process of collecting degrees. There are around four hundred to be given out, and it takes just over an hour before Wanda hears her name. She makes her way up to the stage between two giggling girls. 

Natasha gazes down at Wanda, her gaze warm but carefully blank. 

“Congratulations, Ms. Maximoff,” she says as she shakes her hand, squeezing it gently as she smiles. Wanda can feel the charge of the older woman’s flesh on hers. “Do you have a problem with your laptop?”

Wanda frowns slightly as Natasha hands over her degree.

“No.”

“May I ask why you are ignoring my emails?”

“I haven’t seen any new ones.”

Natasha looks quizzically at her. 

“Later,” she says, and Wanda has to move on because she’s holding up the line. 

Wanda goes back to her seat. Emails? She must have sent more. What did they say?

The ceremony takes another half hour to conclude. Wanda has never felt more relieved when the Chancellor leads the faculty members off the stage. Natasha and Kate follow them. 

Wanda stands and waits for her row to disperse, and Kate calls to her. She’s heading her way from behind the stage. 

“Natasha wants to talk to you,” she shouts. The two guys in front of her turn and gape. 

“She sent me out here,” Kate continues. 

Oh.

“Your speech was great, Kate.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” Kate beams. “Are you coming? She can be very insistent.” She rolls her eyes, and Wanda grins. 

“You have no idea,” Wanda murmurs, before she follows Kate into the corridor behind the stage. Natasha is speaking with the Chancellor and two of the faculty staff. She looks up when she sees Wanda. 

“Excuse me,” she murmurs. She comes towards Wanda, smiling briefly at Kate before gently taking Wanda’s elbow and leading her down the corridor. She pushes open what looks like a women’s locker room and pulls Wanda inside, before promptly locking the door behind them. 

Wanda gasps as the air leaves her lungs, Natasha pressing her up against the wall. She can smell the woman’s intoxicating cinnamon scent as she presses her body flush against Wanda’s, those hands firm around her waist through the gown. 

“I missed you,” Natasha breathes, her nose pressed firmly against Wanda’s neck. 

A soft whimper escapes Wanda, and she reaches up to tangle her hands in the woman’s hair. She feels the woman’s lips press a kiss into her neck, and she can’t help the way her hips rut forward against Natasha’s at the sensation. 

A chuckle escapes Natasha. She pulls back slightly, until her eyes meet Wanda’s. “You’ve been ignoring me.”

“I-” Wanda is slightly bewildered. “Not on purpose.”

“Where is your phone?”

“It’s right here,” Wanda pulls it out, clicking the button. The screen stays black. “Well, normally I charge it, but I’ve just been so busy with graduation and packing and-”

Natasha presses a firm kiss against Wanda’s lips, effectively silencing her. “I was worried you were upset with me,” she murmurs, her lips moving against Wanda’s. 

“No, I’ve just had other things on my mind,” Wanda manages, before the woman is kissing her senseless. She’s suddenly happy that she’d forgone lipstick this morning. That wouldn’t have been a good look. 

“From now on, I expect you to charge your devices daily and check them.” Natasha pulls back, the command soft but firm. Wanda feels her stomach flip again. “That’s a command.”

Wanda just nods, her body warming slightly from the words. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Natasha leans in again, but Wanda speaks quickly before she’s distracted by those perfect lips again. 

“I signed it.”

“What?” Natasha pulls back, her eyes shining in slight disbelief and excitement. 

Wanda blushes. “The contract. I- well, I trust you, and I want to try being your submissive. But I also want more, you know that, right?”

Nodding, Natasha presses a gentle, but passionate kiss against Wanda’s lips. 

“Of course, Wanda. I want this to be a long-lasting relationship. Outside of the bedroom, we will do all of the romantic, mushy couple stuff. It’s not usually my taste, but I’ll do it. For you.”

Well, if that isn’t the sweetest thing Wanda has ever heard. She kisses Natasha, bringing the woman back to her lips with a hand on the back of her neck. Fuck, she can’t believe that this powerful, amazing, well-spoken woman is really hers. 

“I’ll be over later to sign the contract too,” Natasha mumbles in between kisses. 

“I can drive to the hotel, it’s fine.”

“No,” Natasha says firmly, pulling back slightly. “I don’t trust that car of yours. I’ll drive to you.”

Wanda smirks, rolling her eyes slightly. “It’s gotten me around for three years, Natasha. It’ll be fine.”

One of Natasha’s hands snakes up her body before wrapping lightly around her throat. Wanda feels her mind go fuzzy. “What did I say about rolling your eyes at me?”

Fuck.

“I’m sorry?” Wanda tries, her voice sounding breathy and weak. 

Natasha just smiles. “I hope you know that I won’t let you off that easy.”

It should sound like a threat. Instead, Wanda feels her clit throb at the thought. She wonders if she’s going insane. 

“We should get back,” Natasha says, kissing her one last time before stepping away and ruffling her hair. Wanda just blinks at her, missing the body heat. “I’m sure you have friends to see, Wanda?”

She nods, remembering Kate is still out in the hallway. They walk out together, and Wanda feels herself flush as the Chancellor and faculty members all turn to look at them. 

Kate saves her, talking a mile a minute as she grabs Wanda’s arm and pulls her towards the exit. She catches one last glimpse of Natasha’s green eyes before she’s out the door. The sunlight is slightly blinding, and there’s a seemingly endless mass of people milling about, most of them still in their caps and gowns. 

“We’re going for drinks,” Kate half-shouts in her ear. Wanda just nods, giving her a thumbs up as she unzips her gown to let the breeze in. It’s a shame Natasha hadn’t seen her dress. She would have loved it. Perhaps Wanda will keep it on for later tonight. 

For now, she was going to celebrate her graduation. A round of shots (or three) seemed appropriate. 

At the bar, there’s a mix of college graduates and parents. Wanda is glad she dropped off her cap and gown with her diploma; she surely would have lost it by the time she went home. Vision is hovering near the edge of their circle, Paul’s arm around his shoulders as the waiter brings over a round of shots. 

Wanda is reminded of the last time she’d had too much to drink, and shudders at the thought. She’ll go easy tonight. She doesn’t want another lecture from Natasha about her drinking habits. Still, the shot goes down easy, and before she knows it, Kate is tugging on her arm and leading her out of the bar. 

“We’ve got to move tomorrow,” Kate groans, leaning on Wanda for support.

“Yeah, but remember that Yelena is coming to help?” Wanda says, smirking as Kate suddenly springs forward. 

“Oh, Wanda, have you seen her muscles?” Kate begins, and Wanda endures her roommate’s incessant blabbering about the blonde woman the entire Uber ride home. After all, it wasn’t often that Kate was this consistently happy in a relationship. She reminded herself to tell Natasha that she would personally murder Yelena if she broke Kate’s heart. 

Oh shit. Wanda remembers that the woman would be dropping by to sign the contract. What time is it? She fumbles with her phone, breathing a sigh of relief when the numbers blink 6:37 back at her. There are no new messages from Natasha, and she wills her frantically racing heartbeat to slow. Luckily, she’d been sobering up for the past two hours, but her head was still slightly fuzzy. Hopefully, she’d have some time to eat before the woman was on her way over. 

Kate is still rambling slightly as they exit the Uber. Wanda fumbles with her key as she holds her roommate up, finally getting it in the lock and pushing the door open. It takes a while, but eventually she gets Kate in the shower. She manages to scarf down a turkey sandwich by the time she’s done in the shower, the sound of her rustling in the bathroom telling Wanda that she’s getting into her pajamas. 

She brings Kate some water and places two aspirin on her nightstand for when she wakes up the next morning. The second her head hits the pillow, she’s out. Wanda smiles fondly down at her roommate, brushing her slightly damp hair so she doesn’t wake up with knots before pulling the covers up and making her way to her own room. 

Her phone buzzes, and she opens her texts to see Natasha’s name pop up. 

I am on my way. I should be there soon.

God, so formal. Wanda smirks, thinking of all the ways she could tease the woman for her texting style. Sure, it was professional. But Wanda wasn’t her coworker; she was her submissive. Surely the woman could relax more when communicating with her. 

Oh well, that was a problem for another day. Right now, Wanda was frantically cleaning what little she had left in her room. It wasn’t very presentable, given that most of her belongings were in boxes in the living room, but it would have to do. 

She’s finishing setting her diploma down by her bag when the doorbell rings. Wanda takes a steadying breath, glancing at the contract that sits on her mattress. 

This was it. The moment that would begin their relationship. 

Wanda could barely wait.

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50 Shades of Red || Chapter 17

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

summary: Wanda graduates, Kate and Natasha give amazing speeches, and she celebrates.

content warnings: alcohol, restraints, riding crop

word count: 3.1k+

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Natasha is standing over her, grasping a black, leather riding crop. She’s wearing nothing but a pair of old, faded Levis. Her posture is straight and self-assured as she flicks the crop slowly into her palm. Her muscles ripple slightly as she does so, but Wanda can’t tear her gaze away from those piercing eyes. 

Wanda can’t move, nude and shackled, spread-eagled on a large four-poster bed. Reaching forward, Natasha trails the tip of the crop from her forehead down to the tip of her nose, until Wanda can smell the leather. She drags it over her sensitive, parted lips. 

“Suck,” Natasha commands, pushing the tip into her mouth. Her voice is soft, and Wanda’s mouth closes over the hard leather as she obeys. 

The crop is pulled from her mouth, and Wanda is left panting as Natasha trails it down under her chin to the base of her throat. She swirls it slowly there for a moment, then continues to drag the tip down her body. Along her sternum, between her breasts, over her stomach. Wanda is squirming, pulling against the restraints holding her down. Natasha drags the crop down further, until it gathers Wanda’s arousal and rests over her protruding clit. She flicks the crop, and it hits Wanda’s clit with a sharp slap. She comes, shouting her release as relief and pleasure fill her. 

Abruptly, Wanda wakes, gasping for breath, covered in sweat, and feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm. She wipes some strands away from her damp forehead, disoriented. She’s in her bedroom alone, sun streaming through the windows. The clock tells her it’s eight in the morning, and Wanda puts her head in her hands. She didn’t know she could have such a vivid dream, and a dream about sex? It’s bewildering. She definitely had no idea she could orgasm in her sleep. 

Kate is skipping around the kitchen when Wanda staggers in. 

“Wands? Are you okay? You look weird. I didn’t know you owned a suit jacket?”

“I’m fine,” Wanda murmurs, avoiding looking at any reflecting surface. She runs her fingertips over the soft fabric of Natasha’s jacket. She must have fallen asleep in it. Maybe that was why the woman had infiltrated her dreams. 

“The jacket is Natasha’s,” she mumbles absentmindedly. She heads for the kettle, needing some tea. 

“So the date went well?”

Wanda thinks about the contract lying on her desk, the ink fully dry from when she had signed it the night before. “Yes, the date went really well.”

Kate practically squeals, and Wanda can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. Then, she frowns. “She doesn’t approve of my car.”

“Who does, Wanda? That’s old news, that machine is barely drivable at this point.”

Rolling her eyes, Wanda pours out some tea for both of them, sitting down criss-crossed on the counter. They’ve packed up the barstools. Kate mirrors her, pulling her laptop closer. 

“Do you wanna hear my speech for graduation? I finished editing it last night.”

Wanda nods, listening to Kate’s valedictorian speech as she sips her tea. With a jolt, she remembers that Natasha is giving a speech at graduation. Well, that should be interesting. 

—

The sports auditorium is crowded, Kate kissing Wanda on the cheek before racing off to prepare for her speech. Wanda navigates through the sea of black gowns and caps, checking the slip of paper that tells her where her seat is. She doesn’t look at the seats where everyone’s family sits, knowing she won’t find her mother’s soft eyes or Pietro’s obnoxiously waving hand. Her heart twists for a second, but she steadies herself. 

Making her way to her seat, Wanda is pleased to see that she’s in the second row. That provides some anonymity, but she’ll also have a great view of Kate’s speech. And Natasha’s. She flushes. 

The auditorium fills quickly, and the number of excited voices increases into a buzz. The row of seats in front of Wanda fills. On either side of her, she is joined by two girls from a different major. She doesn’t know them, but they’re obviously close friends as they talk across her excitedly. 

At precisely eleven, the Chancellor appears on the stage, joined by her Vice Chancellors and other senior professors. They’re decked out in their regalia, and Wanda feels very plain in her black cap and gown. Some of the professors wave, while others look bored. Wanda’s favorite professor, Professor Scott Lang, looks like he’s just rolled out of bed, as usual. 

Last on the stage are Kate and Natasha. Kate looks stunning, her chin held high as her fingers grip the paper her speech is printed out on. Next to her, Natasha sits regally, one leg crossed elegantly over the other. She’s wearing a form-fitting black dress, with gold jewelry adorning her neck and wrists as her red hair falls in subtle waves over her shoulders. Her fingers glint with dainty rings, and Wanda feels her pulse race at the sight of her. 

“Look at her,” one of the guys in front of Wanda whispers to his friend. 

“She’s hot.”

Wanda stiffens. She knows exactly who they’re talking about. 

“Must be Natasha Romanoff.”

“Is she single?”

Wanda bristles and leans forward. “I don’t think so,” she murmurs.

“Oh,” both of the guys turn slightly in surprise. 

“I think she’s gay,” Wanda whispers. 

“Damn, that sucks,” one of the guys groans. 

As the Chancellor stands and kicks off the ceremony with her speech, Wanda watches Natasha subtly scanning the hall. Those green eyes find hers, the woman’s face smooth and impassive. Wanda can’t help but squirm slightly, feeling a slow flush spread across her face. She recalls her dream from the other morning, and her stomach flips pleasantly as she inhales sharply. 

A hint of a shadow crosses Natasha’s lips, but it's fleeting. She briefly closes her eyes, her face once again indifferent as she opens them. 

The room erupts into applause as Miss Katherine Bishop takes the stage. The Chancellor shakes her hand, murmuring a few words before returning to her seat. Kate tosses her long brown hair behind her as she places her papers on the lectern. All previous nervousness seems to have fled her, taking her time and not at all intimidated by a thousand eyes on her. She smiles when she’s ready, looks up at the sea of people, and launches into an eloquent speech. She’s composed and funny, the girls beside Wanda erupting into giggles at her first joke. Wanda is immensely proud of her, and although she’s already heard the speech, she listens attentively. 

Her theme is ‘What Next After College?’ Natasha is watching Kate, her eyebrows slightly raised. Wanda thinks it’s surprise, and maybe respect. She feels nothing but admiration for her roommate and friend. 

Kate concludes her speech with a flourish, and everyone stands spontaneously, cheering and applauding. It’s her first-ever standing ovation. Wanda beams at her as she cheers, and Kate smiles widely back at her. 

The audience finally quiets, sitting down as the Chancellor takes the podium, introducing Natasha and touching briefly on her accomplishments. Wanda’s heart begins racing once again. 

The Chancellor shakes Natasha’s hand, and there is a swell of polite applause. Natasha approaches the lectern and surveys the hall. She looks so confident standing in front of an audience, just like Kate did. The two guys in front of Wanda lean forward, enraptured. In fact, Wanda thinks most of the male members of the audience inch closer, even a few of the women. She feels something swell inside her. Is it jealousy? Possessiveness? She shakes it off as Natasha begins speaking, her voice soft, measured, and mesmerizing. 

“I am profoundly grateful and touched by the rare opportunity to speak with you today about the impressive work of the environmental science department here at the University. Our aim is to develop ecologically sustainable methods of farming for third-world countries; our ultimate goal is to eradicate hunger and poverty across the globe. Agricultural dysfunction is rife within certain parts of the world, and the result is ecological and social destruction. I’ve known what it’s like to be profoundly hungry. This is a very personal journey for me.”

Wanda’s jaw falls to the floor. Natasha was hungry once? Well, that explains a great deal. She remembers the interview and how the woman had mentioned wanting to help the world. She racks her brain to remember what Kate had written in the article. Adopted at age four, she thinks. She can’t imagine Melina starving her or Yelena, so it must have been before, when Natasha was only a small girl. Wanda swallows harshly, her heart constricting at the thought of a hungry, green-eyed toddler. 

What kind of life did she have before the Romanoffs got a hold of her and rescued her?

Abruptly, everyone bursts into applause and stands. Wanda follows, not having heard the last half of her speech. She can’t believe that Natasha is running a huge company, doing all of these good works, and still finding time for Wanda. It’s overwhelming, to say the least, but Wanda’s heart swells impossibly full. 

One of the Vice Chancellors rises and begins the long, tedious process of collecting degrees. There are around four hundred to be given out, and it takes just over an hour before Wanda hears her name. She makes her way up to the stage between two giggling girls. 

Natasha gazes down at Wanda, her gaze warm but carefully blank. 

“Congratulations, Ms. Maximoff,” she says as she shakes her hand, squeezing it gently as she smiles. Wanda can feel the charge of the older woman’s flesh on hers. “Do you have a problem with your laptop?”

Wanda frowns slightly as Natasha hands over her degree.

“No.”

“May I ask why you are ignoring my emails?”

“I haven’t seen any new ones.”

Natasha looks quizzically at her. 

“Later,” she says, and Wanda has to move on because she’s holding up the line. 

Wanda goes back to her seat. Emails? She must have sent more. What did they say?

The ceremony takes another half hour to conclude. Wanda has never felt more relieved when the Chancellor leads the faculty members off the stage. Natasha and Kate follow them. 

Wanda stands and waits for her row to disperse, and Kate calls to her. She’s heading her way from behind the stage. 

“Natasha wants to talk to you,” she shouts. The two guys in front of her turn and gape. 

“She sent me out here,” Kate continues. 

Oh.

“Your speech was great, Kate.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” Kate beams. “Are you coming? She can be very insistent.” She rolls her eyes, and Wanda grins. 

“You have no idea,” Wanda murmurs, before she follows Kate into the corridor behind the stage. Natasha is speaking with the Chancellor and two of the faculty staff. She looks up when she sees Wanda. 

“Excuse me,” she murmurs. She comes towards Wanda, smiling briefly at Kate before gently taking Wanda’s elbow and leading her down the corridor. She pushes open what looks like a women’s locker room and pulls Wanda inside, before promptly locking the door behind them. 

Wanda gasps as the air leaves her lungs, Natasha pressing her up against the wall. She can smell the woman’s intoxicating cinnamon scent as she presses her body flush against Wanda’s, those hands firm around her waist through the gown. 

“I missed you,” Natasha breathes, her nose pressed firmly against Wanda’s neck. 

A soft whimper escapes Wanda, and she reaches up to tangle her hands in the woman’s hair. She feels the woman’s lips press a kiss into her neck, and she can’t help the way her hips rut forward against Natasha’s at the sensation. 

A chuckle escapes Natasha. She pulls back slightly, until her eyes meet Wanda’s. “You’ve been ignoring me.”

“I-” Wanda is slightly bewildered. “Not on purpose.”

“Where is your phone?”

“It’s right here,” Wanda pulls it out, clicking the button. The screen stays black. “Well, normally I charge it, but I’ve just been so busy with graduation and packing and-”

Natasha presses a firm kiss against Wanda’s lips, effectively silencing her. “I was worried you were upset with me,” she murmurs, her lips moving against Wanda’s. 

“No, I’ve just had other things on my mind,” Wanda manages, before the woman is kissing her senseless. She’s suddenly happy that she’d forgone lipstick this morning. That wouldn’t have been a good look. 

“From now on, I expect you to charge your devices daily and check them.” Natasha pulls back, the command soft but firm. Wanda feels her stomach flip again. “That’s a command.”

Wanda just nods, her body warming slightly from the words. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Natasha leans in again, but Wanda speaks quickly before she’s distracted by those perfect lips again. 

“I signed it.”

“What?” Natasha pulls back, her eyes shining in slight disbelief and excitement. 

Wanda blushes. “The contract. I- well, I trust you, and I want to try being your submissive. But I also want more, you know that, right?”

Nodding, Natasha presses a gentle, but passionate kiss against Wanda’s lips. 

“Of course, Wanda. I want this to be a long-lasting relationship. Outside of the bedroom, we will do all of the romantic, mushy couple stuff. It’s not usually my taste, but I’ll do it. For you.”

Well, if that isn’t the sweetest thing Wanda has ever heard. She kisses Natasha, bringing the woman back to her lips with a hand on the back of her neck. Fuck, she can’t believe that this powerful, amazing, well-spoken woman is really hers. 

“I’ll be over later to sign the contract too,” Natasha mumbles in between kisses. 

“I can drive to the hotel, it’s fine.”

“No,” Natasha says firmly, pulling back slightly. “I don’t trust that car of yours. I’ll drive to you.”

Wanda smirks, rolling her eyes slightly. “It’s gotten me around for three years, Natasha. It’ll be fine.”

One of Natasha’s hands snakes up her body before wrapping lightly around her throat. Wanda feels her mind go fuzzy. “What did I say about rolling your eyes at me?”

Fuck.

“I’m sorry?” Wanda tries, her voice sounding breathy and weak. 

Natasha just smiles. “I hope you know that I won’t let you off that easy.”

It should sound like a threat. Instead, Wanda feels her clit throb at the thought. She wonders if she’s going insane. 

“We should get back,” Natasha says, kissing her one last time before stepping away and ruffling her hair. Wanda just blinks at her, missing the body heat. “I’m sure you have friends to see, Wanda?”

She nods, remembering Kate is still out in the hallway. They walk out together, and Wanda feels herself flush as the Chancellor and faculty members all turn to look at them. 

Kate saves her, talking a mile a minute as she grabs Wanda’s arm and pulls her towards the exit. She catches one last glimpse of Natasha’s green eyes before she’s out the door. The sunlight is slightly blinding, and there’s a seemingly endless mass of people milling about, most of them still in their caps and gowns. 

“We’re going for drinks,” Kate half-shouts in her ear. Wanda just nods, giving her a thumbs up as she unzips her gown to let the breeze in. It’s a shame Natasha hadn’t seen her dress. She would have loved it. Perhaps Wanda will keep it on for later tonight. 

For now, she was going to celebrate her graduation. A round of shots (or three) seemed appropriate. 

At the bar, there’s a mix of college graduates and parents. Wanda is glad she dropped off her cap and gown with her diploma; she surely would have lost it by the time she went home. Vision is hovering near the edge of their circle, Paul’s arm around his shoulders as the waiter brings over a round of shots. 

Wanda is reminded of the last time she’d had too much to drink, and shudders at the thought. She’ll go easy tonight. She doesn’t want another lecture from Natasha about her drinking habits. Still, the shot goes down easy, and before she knows it, Kate is tugging on her arm and leading her out of the bar. 

“We’ve got to move tomorrow,” Kate groans, leaning on Wanda for support.

“Yeah, but remember that Yelena is coming to help?” Wanda says, smirking as Kate suddenly springs forward. 

“Oh, Wanda, have you seen her muscles?” Kate begins, and Wanda endures her roommate’s incessant blabbering about the blonde woman the entire Uber ride home. After all, it wasn’t often that Kate was this consistently happy in a relationship. She reminded herself to tell Natasha that she would personally murder Yelena if she broke Kate’s heart. 

Oh shit. Wanda remembers that the woman would be dropping by to sign the contract. What time is it? She fumbles with her phone, breathing a sigh of relief when the numbers blink 6:37 back at her. There are no new messages from Natasha, and she wills her frantically racing heartbeat to slow. Luckily, she’d been sobering up for the past two hours, but her head was still slightly fuzzy. Hopefully, she’d have some time to eat before the woman was on her way over. 

Kate is still rambling slightly as they exit the Uber. Wanda fumbles with her key as she holds her roommate up, finally getting it in the lock and pushing the door open. It takes a while, but eventually she gets Kate in the shower. She manages to scarf down a turkey sandwich by the time she’s done in the shower, the sound of her rustling in the bathroom telling Wanda that she’s getting into her pajamas. 

She brings Kate some water and places two aspirin on her nightstand for when she wakes up the next morning. The second her head hits the pillow, she’s out. Wanda smiles fondly down at her roommate, brushing her slightly damp hair so she doesn’t wake up with knots before pulling the covers up and making her way to her own room. 

Her phone buzzes, and she opens her texts to see Natasha’s name pop up. 

I am on my way. I should be there soon.

God, so formal. Wanda smirks, thinking of all the ways she could tease the woman for her texting style. Sure, it was professional. But Wanda wasn’t her coworker; she was her submissive. Surely the woman could relax more when communicating with her. 

Oh well, that was a problem for another day. Right now, Wanda was frantically cleaning what little she had left in her room. It wasn’t very presentable, given that most of her belongings were in boxes in the living room, but it would have to do. 

She’s finishing setting her diploma down by her bag when the doorbell rings. Wanda takes a steadying breath, glancing at the contract that sits on her mattress. 

This was it. The moment that would begin their relationship. 

Wanda could barely wait.

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Idk if I am too late but saw your kinktober plans, would you add Wanda but plugging and putting a vibrator on reader in public😯 the setting in classroom where Wanda is the prof while r sits in the back where Wanda could see her soaked underwear, with the vibrator moving😵😵😵😵😵😵😵

I LOVE this idea!!! Yes it's going on my list!!!

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new theme!!!

Yes! I am very much looking forward to autumn so...

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50 Shades of Red || Chapter 16

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

summary: Wanda has dinner with Natasha, and they have a much-needed conversation.

content warnings: none

word count: 3.5k+

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Kate knocks gently. 

“Wanda?” she whispers. Wanda opens the door, scooting herself away so her roommate can enter. She takes one look at Wanda and throws her arms around her. 

“What’s wrong? What did that goddess of a woman do? I’ll fight her for you, I promise.”

“Oh, Kate. Nothing I didn’t want her to do.”

Pulling Wanda up, Kate moves them to the bed, sitting down closely until their knees touch. 

“You have really bad sex hair.”

Despite her tears, Wanda laughed. Kate somehow always knew how to make a situation lighter. 

“It was really good sex, not bad at all.” 

Kate smiles. “Why are you crying? You never cry.” She leans over and grabs Wanda’s hairbrush from the nightstand. Moving slowly on the mattress, she sits behind her and starts gently brushing out the knots. 

“I’m just… I’m not sure where this relationship is going.” Wanda stares down at her fingers. 

“I thought you said you were seeing her again on Wednesday, though?”

“I am. That was the original plan.”

“So, why did she show up here today?”

“Well,” Wanda clears her throat, glancing at her laptop. “I sent her an email?”

“An email… asking her to drop by?”

“No, saying I didn’t want to see her anymore.”

“And she turns up? Wanda, that’s genius.”

“Actually, it was a joke.”

Kate makes a confused noise, so Wanda patiently explains the essence of her email without giving any revealing details about the contents of her conversation. Kate’s hand resumes its gentle motions, dragging the hairbrush through Wanda’s hair. She was already feeling better. 

“So, you thought she’d reply by email. But instead, she turns up here.”

Wanda nods awkwardly. 

“I’d say she’s completely smitten with you.”

Natasha Romanoff, smitten with her? How could Kate be so sure? Honestly, it felt more like Natasha was looking for a new toy. One that would sign her contract and let her do unspeakable things in the bedroom. On one hand, Wanda is insanely curious, and on the other, she’s conflicted.

“She came here to fuck me, that’s all.” Wanda’s voice is tight, her emotions swirling around painfully. What if Natasha didn’t want an actual relationship, just an arrangement layered with contracts and secrecy? Wanda didn’t know if she could take it. 

“So, like, does she just have a commitment issue or something? Because between all the trips to see you and the dates, she seems interested in more than sex.”

Wanda’s brain pauses its spiral at Kate’s words. The knot in her chest loosens slightly, remembering the dates they’d been on. Natasha had mentioned that she was experiencing a lot of firsts, too. Hadn’t the woman said something about wanting a relationship?

She feels like slapping herself for a moment. She could just email and ask the woman. 

“So, how’s Yelena?” Wanda asks, and Kate is all too happy to launch into a spew of words. Her entire demeanor changes, lighting up from within and practically beaming at her. 

“She’s coming over early Saturday to help load up.” Kate sighs, hugging the hairbrush. Boy, has she got it bad. 

Wanda turns around and hugs her. Kate eagerly returns the hug, before bouncing off to her bedroom, presumably to get back on the phone with Yelena. 

Her heart has stopped squeezing painfully, so Wanda slips back into her desk chair. Pulling up her email, she bites her lip, worrying it between her teeth. 

Come on, she thinks. You’re graduating with a degree in English. It shouldn���t be this difficult to write an email. 

Do you want a relationship or just a dom/sub sex dynamic? 

Wanda

The email is sent, and Wanda stares blankly at her empty inbox. It wasn’t her greatest work, but she hadn’t been able to think of much else to say. 

A loud buzzing breaks her anxious waiting, her phone vibrating against the cool wood of her desk. Wanda scrambles for it, answering the phone without looking at the screen. 

“Hello?”

“Talk to me.” Natasha’s voice is steady on the phone. 

Wanda’s heart skips a beat, and she sinks back down onto her mattress, clutching her phone. She doesn’t say anything for a few moments, the words suddenly overwhelming in her mind. Natasha had called her?

“Of course I want a relationship with you, Wanda,” she says, her voice slightly strained. 

Curling into herself, Wanda finds her lungs able to breathe easier at the words. “I just… it felt like you just wanted sex today.”

“I’m sorry, Wanda. I never wanted to make you feel that way. I came over to show you that the words you say have meaning, and I don’t take this relationship or dynamic lightly.” Natasha’s voice is soothing, and Wanda finds herself nodding along. “I would have stayed longer to provide more aftercare, but I thought it best to respect your wishes when you told me to leave. I know this is overwhelming for you.”

“Next time,” Wanda whispers, “Could you stay? No matter what I say?”

“Of course.”

—

The following day, Wanda gets a phone call from her mother, the woman oozing contrition as she informs her that she can’t make it to her graduation.

“Your brother tore a ligament; he’s hobbling all over the place. It’s really quite pathetic.” Her mother whispers the last bit, making Wanda smile despite her disappointment. 

“I tore it to win,” Pietro calls out in the background, and Wanda snickers. Her twin was always competing in some sort of race. He was taking another year of classes at his University, his athletic scholarship covering every expense. 

“Well, tell him to get better soon,” Wanda murmurs through the phone. “You know how antsy he gets when he has to stay still.”

“I will, and Wanda, dear? You sound distracted, are you sure you’re okay, baby?”

“Mom, it’s fine. Really.”

“Have you met someone?”

“No, Mom.” Wanda refuses to go there right now. 

“Well, I’ll be thinking of you during graduation. I love you… you know that, honey?”

Wanda closes her eyes, letting those precious words give her a warm glow. “I love you too, Mom. Take care of Pietro, I hope he gets better fast.”

“Will do, honey. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Kate distracts her for the rest of the day, sharing a bottle of red wine while they fervently pack. They blast music, the smell of cardboard boxes and packing tape filling the apartment as things are slowly packed away for the move. Wanda can’t quite believe that she’ll be leaving soon. 

God, she’ll be graduating with a degree. It’s hard to wrap her head around. 

She glances at the dress lying on her bed, a pair of heels right beside it. Kate had lent it to her, since Wanda had never needed more than one dress before. Her other dress was hanging next to her graduation cap and gown, ready for the weekend. 

An email from Natasha is still open on her computer, instructing her to meet her at the hotel bar at seven that evening. Wanda glances at the clock, deciding that packing is done for the day. 

Showering, Wanda decides to go all in. She shaves everything, washes her hair twice, and scrubs her skin until it feels raw. She then spends half an hour blow-drying it until it falls in soft waves over her shoulders. 

The makeup is the hardest part. Wanda didn’t typically wear it, only for special occasions. This felt like a special occasion. She applies a light layer of shimmery gold eyeshadow with subtle brown eyeliner and mascara. The last step is a slightly tinted lip gloss and perfume, and by the time she slips on the dress and heels, she feels like the sexiest woman to have ever walked the planet. 

“Well?” Wanda asks Kate, spinning slightly. 

Kate grins. “You scrub up well, Wanda.” She nods in approval. “You look hot. I mean, look at the way it clings to you.” She smirks. 

Rolling her eyes slightly, Wanda suppresses a smile. “Wish me luck.”

“You need luck for a date?” Her brow furrows slightly. 

“Yes, Kate. It’s Natasha Romanoff.”

“Well, I can’t argue with that. Good luck.” She hugs her, and then Wanda is out the door. 

Her car isn’t meant to be driven in stilettos, so Wanda drives barefoot. She pulls up to the hotel at exactly six-fifty-eight and hands her keys to the valet for parking. The man looks slightly chocked, side-eyeing her car, but Wanda ignores him. Taking a deep breath, she heads into the hotel. 

Natasha is leaning casually against the bar, drinking a glass of red whine. She’s dressed up in black jeans and a white linen shirt, a black tie, and a black jacket accompanying the outfit. Wanda can see the flash of red on the underside of her heels as the woman shifts her weight. Her hair is slightly curled, and when she turns her face, Wanda can see the dark red lipstick that complements a subtle smoky eye look. 

God, she’s gorgeous. Wanda stands for a few seconds at the entrance of the bar, gazing at her and admiring the view. She’s seriously beyond beautiful. Natasha glances towards the entrance, and she almost looks nervous. Then, those dark green eyes find hers, and a slow, sexy smile stretches across her face. It makes Wanda feel like molten lava on the inside, suddenly rendered speechless. Making a massive effort not to bite her lip, she moves forward carefully, not used to wearing stilettos. Natasha walks gracefully over to meet her. 

“You look absolutely stunning,” she murmurs as she leans in to kiss her cheek. “A beautiful dress, Ms. Maximoff. I approve.” Taking her by the arm gently, she leads them to a secluded booth and signals for the waiter. 

“What would you like to drink?”

Wanda feels her lips quirk up slightly as she slides into her seat. She’s amused that Natasha is asking her. Normally, the woman presumes to order for both of them. It’s an interesting change. 

“I’ll have what you’re having, please.” See! She can play nicely and behave, when she wants to. 

Natasha is amused, smiling slightly as he orders another glass of Sancerre and elegantly slides into the booth opposite her. 

“They have an excellent wine cellar here,” she says, cocking her head to the side. 

Putting her elbows on the table, Natasha steeples her fingers in front of her beautiful lips, the rings adorning them glinting slightly in the warm lighting. Her green eyes are alive with some sort of unreadable emotion. Wanda can feel the palpable charge between them, her heart beating frantically as she shifts awkwardly. 

“Are you nervous?” Natasha asks softly. 

“Yes.”

She leans forward. 

“Me too,” she whispers conspiratorially. Wanda’s eyes shoot up to meet hers. 

She blinks, and Natasha smiles an adorable lopsided smile at her. Wanda’s heart beats slightly calmer now. The waiter arrives with her wine, a small dish of mixed nuts, and another of olives. 

Gratefully, she takes a long sip, surprised at how much she likes it. 

“Good?” Natasha murmurs, eyeing her over the rim of her own wine glass. 

Wanda nods, setting her glass down with much steadier hands than she was expecting. 

“Have you eaten yet today, Wanda?”

“No,” she flushes, knowing Natasha wouldn’t like the answer. 

“Why not?”

Letting out a long breath, Wanda feels her mind muddle with thoughts again, the ones she’d pushed away throughout the day as she packed. Now, they were all flooding back into her brain. She takes another long sip of wine. 

“Wanda, when I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”

The words aren’t harsh, but Natasha’s tone is firm. It sends something warm pooling in Wanda’s lower gut. 

“I’ve been busy with packing,” Wanda begins, “I’ve been thinking a lot about this contract and all the research I’ve done, and it’s just all very overwhelming. I mean, some of it sounds great, but then other stuff is just… I don’t think I’d like it at all.”

Natasha hums thoughtfully. “That is why limits exist, Wanda. We don’t have to introduce everything into our scenes.” She sits forward slightly, her eyes piercing. “You enjoyed the other night, didn’t you? With the ice?”

Flushing at the reminder, Wanda nods.

“And what if I told you that you’d engaged with multiple different kinks that evening.”

“But,” Wanda protests. “I didn’t even do anything?”

“Oh, you did plenty,” Natasha murmurs, sipping her wine. Her eyes are warm, her raspy tone sending Wanda’s stomach into a series of flips. “Restraints, orders, orgasm control,” she lists. “These are all elements of BDSM.”

“Do you see, know?” Natasha asks, her eyes intent and focused. “Not every scene will be flashy and intense, like the ones you see online. In fact, a lot of the time, our scenes will focus mainly on the power dynamic between us, not what types of toys or kinks we can include.” She sits back, smirking. “Although, I am always willing to try new things and introduce more into scenes.”

Wanda’s brow is furrowed as she processes Natasha’s words. She did really enjoy the other night. It hadn’t seemed like the BDSM scenes she’d seen while researching. 

“And if I don’t like something or it hurts…” she trails off. 

“That is why we discuss limits and safewords before a scene,” Natasha says, “You never have to do anything you don’t want to with me, I’ll never be upset with you for setting boundaries. We’ll also go over every scene afterward, so we both know what the other enjoys or doesn’t enjoy. Does this make sense?”

Wanda nods, relief flooding her. She’d been hoping that’s what Natasha would say. She was worried that the woman would just want complete control, and she wasn’t quite ready to give that up. 

“If you were my sub,” Natasha says, her voice low. “You wouldn’t have to think too much like this. It would be easy. All these decisions, all the exhausting mental battles you have with yourself, you wouldn’t have to worry about them. That’s what I will provide as your Dominant. I need you to trust that I know what is best for you.”

Those green eyes are wide open, an honest gleam in them. Wanda simply nods again, smiling softly at her. “That would… that would be really nice, actually.”

Natasha smirks, “I know it would be.”

Then, the woman leans forward. “I can tell that you want me, right now.”

Wanda’s eyes widen, and she feels her flush darken. “How?” 

“You’re squeezing your thighs together. If I had to guess, your panties are damp, and your clit is throbbing at the mere thought of my control.”

Feeling quite like a gaping fish, Wanda has no retort. Natasha just smirks, finally sitting back in her chair and sipping her wine as though she’d never uttered such obscene words. 

“That’s not fair,” she finally manages, whispering. “You can’t use sex as a weapon, Natasha.”

“I was simply making an observation,” Natasha murmurs, keeping her voice low. She’s still smirking.

“You’re impossible.”

“Says the woman who showed up in a dress that makes me want to do nothing but rip it off of her.”

Wanda’s eyes widen again, amazed at the casual way Natasha spoke the words. There’s a hunger in the woman’s eyes, and Wanda glances back down at her wine, finishing the last bit. 

The waiter returns, and Wanda asks for a glass of water. She still has to drive home tonight.

“In all seriousness,” Wanda begins, watching Natasha. The woman has given her all of her attention so far, but she sits up straighter somehow. “I really want to sign the contract. I just… I need you to know how new this is for me.”

“Of course,” Natasha nods, her eyes lighting up even as her face remains stoic. “I would never want to hurt you, Wanda. I want you to enjoy this relationship as much as I will.”

“Can we still do normal couple stuff?” Wanda blurts out. Natasha raises an amused eyebrow. 

“Is this date not a normal thing for couples to do?”

Wanda rolls her eyes. “I mean, yeah. But we’re here to discuss a sex contract. Not a lot of couples do that.”

“I see your point,” Natasha smirks. “Do not roll your eyes at me again, Wanda.” Her voice softens. “I would love to do couple stuff with you.”

“Can we go to the movies? Walk through a park? Go shopping at thrift stores together?” Wanda asks, ignoring the flush that raced through her at the soft command she’d been given. “Can we do all of that without sex being involved?”

Natasha sits back, her face thoughtful. “Yes, Wanda, we can do all of that without sex being involved. I would like to think that eventually, you will enjoy - and even ask for - power dynamics to be a part of our daily lives. For now, I’m comfortable with leaving that in the bedroom.”

Well. That was a really good answer. 

Wanda smiles a bit, feeling her anxiety wash off almost instantly. It felt like a thick blanket was slipping off her shoulders, and she could finally breathe again. 

She was rather looking forward to starting this relationship. 

“So,” Wanda glances up at Natasha. “Are we dating, then?”

“Would you like to date me?” Natasha asks, and Wanda can hear something vulnerable in her voice. 

“I would love to date you, Natasha.”

A wide smile breaks out on the redhead’s face, and Wanda can’t help but admire how youthful the woman looks at this moment. 

“And the contract?” Natasha asks, allowing herself to grow serious again, the remnants of her smile playing around the edge of her lips. 

“Let me think about it?” Wanda asks, reaching out and grabbing Natasha’s hand when she notices the flash of hurt in the woman’s eyes. “I want to sign it, I just need to make sure that it’s what I truly want. This isn’t the type of relationship I’m used to hearing about, and I want to make sure I know what I’m getting into.”

Natasha nods, squeezing Wanda’s hand for a moment. “Of course, Wanda. You know how to reach me if you have any questions.” Her eyes snap up, suddenly. “You’re moving this weekend to Seattle. If you choose to sign, can I see you on Sunday?”

Her eyes are slightly wider than usual, and Wanda’s heart lurches at the look of hope she finds in them. At that moment, she already knows what her decision will be. She’s signing that contract the moment she gets home. 

“Yes, Ms. Romanoff,” she teases, slowly standing. “I should probably be on my way home. I graduate soon, as you know. I still need to pack up the rest of my life.”

Natasha smiles, murmuring to the waiter to charge the snacks and wine to her suite as they make their way to the entrance of the hotel.

“When you get home, I expect you to eat something.” Natasha’s voice is low, her breath warm as she murmurs into Wanda’s ear. 

She startles, handing the valet her ticket and turning towards the older woman. The young man strides off in the direction of her car, but Wanda pays him no mind, her head spinning from the soft command. 

“Are you giving me an order, Ms. Romanoff?”

“That depends,” Natasha’s hands land around her waist, gentle but firm. “How do you feel when I speak to you in that manner?”

Wanda doesn’t have a coherent answer to that. She shivers slightly, and she hopes the flush of arousal that shoots through her isn’t noticeable. 

Those green eyes glance down over her body, and Natasha smirks. It was totally noticeable. 

“Do you have a jacket in your car?”

“No.”

Natasha blinks, before she shakes her head slightly and takes off her blazer. “Here. I don’t want you catching a cold.” 

Wanda blinks as the woman holds it open, and she slips her arms into it. It’s warm and slightly too big for Wanda, and it smells of cinnamon. It’s absolutely perfect. 

Soft lips press against Wanda’s cheek, and Natasha’s low, raspy voice murmurs in her ear, “I take care of what’s mine.”

The valet pulls up, saving Wanda from responding. She’s not sure she could manage much more than a soft whimper, anyway. 

“This is what you drive?” Natasha sounds appalled. The valet hands Wanda her keys, and Natasha smoothly hands him some money. “Is this roadworthy?”

“Yes.”

“Will it make it to Seattle?”

“Yes, Natasha.”

“Safely?”

“Yes,” Wanda sighs, resisting the urge to roll her eyes again. “She might be old, but she’s mine, she’s roadworthy, and she hasn’t died on me yet. My brother and I used to share her before he went to college close to home.”

“Oh, Wanda, I think we can do better than this.”

“What do you mean?” Realization dawns, and Wanda turns to fully face the older woman. “You are not buying me a car.”

“We’ll see,” Natasha says tightly. She presses a soft kiss against Wanda’s cheek before opening the driver’s door and helping her in. Wanda takes off her shoes and rolls down the window, gazing up into those dark green eyes. 

“Drive safely,” she says, her voice warm. 

“Goodbye, Natasha. I’ll see you Sunday.”

Dark green eyes light up, but Wanda doesn’t give her the chance to respond, her foot heavy on the gas pedal. She can see the woman’s surprised smile in her rearview mirror, and smirks to herself. 

Wanda: 1, Natasha: 0.

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50 Shades of Red || Chapter 16

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

summary: Wanda has dinner with Natasha, and they have a much-needed conversation.

content warnings: none

word count: 3.5k+

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Kate knocks gently. 

“Wanda?” she whispers. Wanda opens the door, scooting herself away so her roommate can enter. She takes one look at Wanda and throws her arms around her. 

“What’s wrong? What did that goddess of a woman do? I’ll fight her for you, I promise.”

“Oh, Kate. Nothing I didn’t want her to do.”

Pulling Wanda up, Kate moves them to the bed, sitting down closely until their knees touch. 

“You have really bad sex hair.”

Despite her tears, Wanda laughed. Kate somehow always knew how to make a situation lighter. 

“It was really good sex, not bad at all.” 

Kate smiles. “Why are you crying? You never cry.” She leans over and grabs Wanda’s hairbrush from the nightstand. Moving slowly on the mattress, she sits behind her and starts gently brushing out the knots. 

“I’m just… I’m not sure where this relationship is going.” Wanda stares down at her fingers. 

“I thought you said you were seeing her again on Wednesday, though?”

“I am. That was the original plan.”

“So, why did she show up here today?”

“Well,” Wanda clears her throat, glancing at her laptop. “I sent her an email?”

“An email… asking her to drop by?”

“No, saying I didn’t want to see her anymore.”

“And she turns up? Wanda, that’s genius.”

“Actually, it was a joke.”

Kate makes a confused noise, so Wanda patiently explains the essence of her email without giving any revealing details about the contents of her conversation. Kate’s hand resumes its gentle motions, dragging the hairbrush through Wanda’s hair. She was already feeling better. 

“So, you thought she’d reply by email. But instead, she turns up here.”

Wanda nods awkwardly. 

“I’d say she’s completely smitten with you.”

Natasha Romanoff, smitten with her? How could Kate be so sure? Honestly, it felt more like Natasha was looking for a new toy. One that would sign her contract and let her do unspeakable things in the bedroom. On one hand, Wanda is insanely curious, and on the other, she’s conflicted.

“She came here to fuck me, that’s all.” Wanda’s voice is tight, her emotions swirling around painfully. What if Natasha didn’t want an actual relationship, just an arrangement layered with contracts and secrecy? Wanda didn’t know if she could take it. 

“So, like, does she just have a commitment issue or something? Because between all the trips to see you and the dates, she seems interested in more than sex.”

Wanda’s brain pauses its spiral at Kate’s words. The knot in her chest loosens slightly, remembering the dates they’d been on. Natasha had mentioned that she was experiencing a lot of firsts, too. Hadn’t the woman said something about wanting a relationship?

She feels like slapping herself for a moment. She could just email and ask the woman. 

“So, how’s Yelena?” Wanda asks, and Kate is all too happy to launch into a spew of words. Her entire demeanor changes, lighting up from within and practically beaming at her. 

“She’s coming over early Saturday to help load up.” Kate sighs, hugging the hairbrush. Boy, has she got it bad. 

Wanda turns around and hugs her. Kate eagerly returns the hug, before bouncing off to her bedroom, presumably to get back on the phone with Yelena. 

Her heart has stopped squeezing painfully, so Wanda slips back into her desk chair. Pulling up her email, she bites her lip, worrying it between her teeth. 

Come on, she thinks. You’re graduating with a degree in English. It shouldn’t be this difficult to write an email. 

Do you want a relationship or just a dom/sub sex dynamic? 

Wanda

The email is sent, and Wanda stares blankly at her empty inbox. It wasn’t her greatest work, but she hadn’t been able to think of much else to say. 

A loud buzzing breaks her anxious waiting, her phone vibrating against the cool wood of her desk. Wanda scrambles for it, answering the phone without looking at the screen. 

“Hello?”

“Talk to me.” Natasha’s voice is steady on the phone. 

Wanda’s heart skips a beat, and she sinks back down onto her mattress, clutching her phone. She doesn’t say anything for a few moments, the words suddenly overwhelming in her mind. Natasha had called her?

“Of course I want a relationship with you, Wanda,” she says, her voice slightly strained. 

Curling into herself, Wanda finds her lungs able to breathe easier at the words. “I just… it felt like you just wanted sex today.”

“I’m sorry, Wanda. I never wanted to make you feel that way. I came over to show you that the words you say have meaning, and I don’t take this relationship or dynamic lightly.” Natasha’s voice is soothing, and Wanda finds herself nodding along. “I would have stayed longer to provide more aftercare, but I thought it best to respect your wishes when you told me to leave. I know this is overwhelming for you.”

“Next time,” Wanda whispers, “Could you stay? No matter what I say?”

“Of course.”

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The following day, Wanda gets a phone call from her mother, the woman oozing contrition as she informs her that she can’t make it to her graduation.

“Your brother tore a ligament; he’s hobbling all over the place. It’s really quite pathetic.” Her mother whispers the last bit, making Wanda smile despite her disappointment. 

“I tore it to win,” Pietro calls out in the background, and Wanda snickers. Her twin was always competing in some sort of race. He was taking another year of classes at his University, his athletic scholarship covering every expense. 

“Well, tell him to get better soon,” Wanda murmurs through the phone. “You know how antsy he gets when he has to stay still.”

“I will, and Wanda, dear? You sound distracted, are you sure you’re okay, baby?”

“Mom, it’s fine. Really.”

“Have you met someone?”

“No, Mom.” Wanda refuses to go there right now. 

“Well, I’ll be thinking of you during graduation. I love you… you know that, honey?”

Wanda closes her eyes, letting those precious words give her a warm glow. “I love you too, Mom. Take care of Pietro, I hope he gets better fast.”

“Will do, honey. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Kate distracts her for the rest of the day, sharing a bottle of red wine while they fervently pack. They blast music, the smell of cardboard boxes and packing tape filling the apartment as things are slowly packed away for the move. Wanda can’t quite believe that she’ll be leaving soon. 

God, she’ll be graduating with a degree. It’s hard to wrap her head around. 

She glances at the dress lying on her bed, a pair of heels right beside it. Kate had lent it to her, since Wanda had never needed more than one dress before. Her other dress was hanging next to her graduation cap and gown, ready for the weekend. 

An email from Natasha is still open on her computer, instructing her to meet her at the hotel bar at seven that evening. Wanda glances at the clock, deciding that packing is done for the day. 

Showering, Wanda decides to go all in. She shaves everything, washes her hair twice, and scrubs her skin until it feels raw. She then spends half an hour blow-drying it until it falls in soft waves over her shoulders. 

The makeup is the hardest part. Wanda didn’t typically wear it, only for special occasions. This felt like a special occasion. She applies a light layer of shimmery gold eyeshadow with subtle brown eyeliner and mascara. The last step is a slightly tinted lip gloss and perfume, and by the time she slips on the dress and heels, she feels like the sexiest woman to have ever walked the planet. 

“Well?” Wanda asks Kate, spinning slightly. 

Kate grins. “You scrub up well, Wanda.” She nods in approval. “You look hot. I mean, look at the way it clings to you.” She smirks. 

Rolling her eyes slightly, Wanda suppresses a smile. “Wish me luck.”

“You need luck for a date?” Her brow furrows slightly. 

“Yes, Kate. It’s Natasha Romanoff.”

“Well, I can’t argue with that. Good luck.” She hugs her, and then Wanda is out the door. 

Her car isn’t meant to be driven in stilettos, so Wanda drives barefoot. She pulls up to the hotel at exactly six-fifty-eight and hands her keys to the valet for parking. The man looks slightly chocked, side-eyeing her car, but Wanda ignores him. Taking a deep breath, she heads into the hotel. 

Natasha is leaning casually against the bar, drinking a glass of red whine. She’s dressed up in black jeans and a white linen shirt, a black tie, and a black jacket accompanying the outfit. Wanda can see the flash of red on the underside of her heels as the woman shifts her weight. Her hair is slightly curled, and when she turns her face, Wanda can see the dark red lipstick that complements a subtle smoky eye look. 

God, she’s gorgeous. Wanda stands for a few seconds at the entrance of the bar, gazing at her and admiring the view. She’s seriously beyond beautiful. Natasha glances towards the entrance, and she almost looks nervous. Then, those dark green eyes find hers, and a slow, sexy smile stretches across her face. It makes Wanda feel like molten lava on the inside, suddenly rendered speechless. Making a massive effort not to bite her lip, she moves forward carefully, not used to wearing stilettos. Natasha walks gracefully over to meet her. 

“You look absolutely stunning,” she murmurs as she leans in to kiss her cheek. “A beautiful dress, Ms. Maximoff. I approve.” Taking her by the arm gently, she leads them to a secluded booth and signals for the waiter. 

“What would you like to drink?”

Wanda feels her lips quirk up slightly as she slides into her seat. She’s amused that Natasha is asking her. Normally, the woman presumes to order for both of them. It’s an interesting change. 

“I’ll have what you’re having, please.” See! She can play nicely and behave, when she wants to. 

Natasha is amused, smiling slightly as he orders another glass of Sancerre and elegantly slides into the booth opposite her. 

“They have an excellent wine cellar here,” she says, cocking her head to the side. 

Putting her elbows on the table, Natasha steeples her fingers in front of her beautiful lips, the rings adorning them glinting slightly in the warm lighting. Her green eyes are alive with some sort of unreadable emotion. Wanda can feel the palpable charge between them, her heart beating frantically as she shifts awkwardly. 

“Are you nervous?” Natasha asks softly. 

“Yes.”

She leans forward. 

“Me too,” she whispers conspiratorially. Wanda’s eyes shoot up to meet hers. 

She blinks, and Natasha smiles an adorable lopsided smile at her. Wanda’s heart beats slightly calmer now. The waiter arrives with her wine, a small dish of mixed nuts, and another of olives. 

Gratefully, she takes a long sip, surprised at how much she likes it. 

“Good?” Natasha murmurs, eyeing her over the rim of her own wine glass. 

Wanda nods, setting her glass down with much steadier hands than she was expecting. 

“Have you eaten yet today, Wanda?”

“No,” she flushes, knowing Natasha wouldn’t like the answer. 

“Why not?”

Letting out a long breath, Wanda feels her mind muddle with thoughts again, the ones she’d pushed away throughout the day as she packed. Now, they were all flooding back into her brain. She takes another long sip of wine. 

“Wanda, when I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”

The words aren’t harsh, but Natasha’s tone is firm. It sends something warm pooling in Wanda’s lower gut. 

“I’ve been busy with packing,” Wanda begins, “I’ve been thinking a lot about this contract and all the research I’ve done, and it’s just all very overwhelming. I mean, some of it sounds great, but then other stuff is just… I don’t think I’d like it at all.”

Natasha hums thoughtfully. “That is why limits exist, Wanda. We don’t have to introduce everything into our scenes.” She sits forward slightly, her eyes piercing. “You enjoyed the other night, didn’t you? With the ice?”

Flushing at the reminder, Wanda nods.

“And what if I told you that you’d engaged with multiple different kinks that evening.”

“But,” Wanda protests. “I didn’t even do anything?”

“Oh, you did plenty,” Natasha murmurs, sipping her wine. Her eyes are warm, her raspy tone sending Wanda’s stomach into a series of flips. “Restraints, orders, orgasm control,” she lists. “These are all elements of BDSM.”

“Do you see, know?” Natasha asks, her eyes intent and focused. “Not every scene will be flashy and intense, like the ones you see online. In fact, a lot of the time, our scenes will focus mainly on the power dynamic between us, not what types of toys or kinks we can include.” She sits back, smirking. “Although, I am always willing to try new things and introduce more into scenes.”

Wanda’s brow is furrowed as she processes Natasha’s words. She did really enjoy the other night. It hadn’t seemed like the BDSM scenes she’d seen while researching. 

“And if I don’t like something or it hurts…” she trails off. 

“That is why we discuss limits and safewords before a scene,” Natasha says, “You never have to do anything you don’t want to with me, I’ll never be upset with you for setting boundaries. We’ll also go over every scene afterward, so we both know what the other enjoys or doesn’t enjoy. Does this make sense?”

Wanda nods, relief flooding her. She’d been hoping that’s what Natasha would say. She was worried that the woman would just want complete control, and she wasn’t quite ready to give that up. 

“If you were my sub,” Natasha says, her voice low. “You wouldn’t have to think too much like this. It would be easy. All these decisions, all the exhausting mental battles you have with yourself, you wouldn’t have to worry about them. That’s what I will provide as your Dominant. I need you to trust that I know what is best for you.”

Those green eyes are wide open, an honest gleam in them. Wanda simply nods again, smiling softly at her. “That would… that would be really nice, actually.”

Natasha smirks, “I know it would be.”

Then, the woman leans forward. “I can tell that you want me, right now.”

Wanda’s eyes widen, and she feels her flush darken. “How?” 

“You’re squeezing your thighs together. If I had to guess, your panties are damp, and your clit is throbbing at the mere thought of my control.”

Feeling quite like a gaping fish, Wanda has no retort. Natasha just smirks, finally sitting back in her chair and sipping her wine as though she’d never uttered such obscene words. 

“That’s not fair,” she finally manages, whispering. “You can’t use sex as a weapon, Natasha.”

“I was simply making an observation,” Natasha murmurs, keeping her voice low. She’s still smirking.

“You’re impossible.”

“Says the woman who showed up in a dress that makes me want to do nothing but rip it off of her.”

Wanda’s eyes widen again, amazed at the casual way Natasha spoke the words. There’s a hunger in the woman’s eyes, and Wanda glances back down at her wine, finishing the last bit. 

The waiter returns, and Wanda asks for a glass of water. She still has to drive home tonight.

“In all seriousness,” Wanda begins, watching Natasha. The woman has given her all of her attention so far, but she sits up straighter somehow. “I really want to sign the contract. I just… I need you to know how new this is for me.”

“Of course,” Natasha nods, her eyes lighting up even as her face remains stoic. “I would never want to hurt you, Wanda. I want you to enjoy this relationship as much as I will.”

“Can we still do normal couple stuff?” Wanda blurts out. Natasha raises an amused eyebrow. 

“Is this date not a normal thing for couples to do?”

Wanda rolls her eyes. “I mean, yeah. But we’re here to discuss a sex contract. Not a lot of couples do that.”

“I see your point,” Natasha smirks. “Do not roll your eyes at me again, Wanda.” Her voice softens. “I would love to do couple stuff with you.”

“Can we go to the movies? Walk through a park? Go shopping at thrift stores together?” Wanda asks, ignoring the flush that raced through her at the soft command she’d been given. “Can we do all of that without sex being involved?”

Natasha sits back, her face thoughtful. “Yes, Wanda, we can do all of that without sex being involved. I would like to think that eventually, you will enjoy - and even ask for - power dynamics to be a part of our daily lives. For now, I’m comfortable with leaving that in the bedroom.”

Well. That was a really good answer. 

Wanda smiles a bit, feeling her anxiety wash off almost instantly. It felt like a thick blanket was slipping off her shoulders, and she could finally breathe again. 

She was rather looking forward to starting this relationship. 

“So,” Wanda glances up at Natasha. “Are we dating, then?”

“Would you like to date me?” Natasha asks, and Wanda can hear something vulnerable in her voice. 

“I would love to date you, Natasha.”

A wide smile breaks out on the redhead’s face, and Wanda can’t help but admire how youthful the woman looks at this moment. 

“And the contract?” Natasha asks, allowing herself to grow serious again, the remnants of her smile playing around the edge of her lips. 

“Let me think about it?” Wanda asks, reaching out and grabbing Natasha’s hand when she notices the flash of hurt in the woman’s eyes. “I want to sign it, I just need to make sure that it’s what I truly want. This isn’t the type of relationship I’m used to hearing about, and I want to make sure I know what I’m getting into.”

Natasha nods, squeezing Wanda’s hand for a moment. “Of course, Wanda. You know how to reach me if you have any questions.” Her eyes snap up, suddenly. “You’re moving this weekend to Seattle. If you choose to sign, can I see you on Sunday?”

Her eyes are slightly wider than usual, and Wanda’s heart lurches at the look of hope she finds in them. At that moment, she already knows what her decision will be. She’s signing that contract the moment she gets home. 

“Yes, Ms. Romanoff,” she teases, slowly standing. “I should probably be on my way home. I graduate soon, as you know. I still need to pack up the rest of my life.”

Natasha smiles, murmuring to the waiter to charge the snacks and wine to her suite as they make their way to the entrance of the hotel.

“When you get home, I expect you to eat something.” Natasha’s voice is low, her breath warm as she murmurs into Wanda’s ear. 

She startles, handing the valet her ticket and turning towards the older woman. The young man strides off in the direction of her car, but Wanda pays him no mind, her head spinning from the soft command. 

“Are you giving me an order, Ms. Romanoff?”

“That depends,” Natasha’s hands land around her waist, gentle but firm. “How do you feel when I speak to you in that manner?”

Wanda doesn’t have a coherent answer to that. She shivers slightly, and she hopes the flush of arousal that shoots through her isn’t noticeable. 

Those green eyes glance down over her body, and Natasha smirks. It was totally noticeable. 

“Do you have a jacket in your car?”

“No.”

Natasha blinks, before she shakes her head slightly and takes off her blazer. “Here. I don’t want you catching a cold.” 

Wanda blinks as the woman holds it open, and she slips her arms into it. It’s warm and slightly too big for Wanda, and it smells of cinnamon. It’s absolutely perfect. 

Soft lips press against Wanda’s cheek, and Natasha’s low, raspy voice murmurs in her ear, “I take care of what’s mine.”

The valet pulls up, saving Wanda from responding. She’s not sure she could manage much more than a soft whimper, anyway. 

“This is what you drive?” Natasha sounds appalled. The valet hands Wanda her keys, and Natasha smoothly hands him some money. “Is this roadworthy?”

“Yes.”

“Will it make it to Seattle?”

“Yes, Natasha.”

“Safely?”

“Yes,” Wanda sighs, resisting the urge to roll her eyes again. “She might be old, but she’s mine, she’s roadworthy, and she hasn’t died on me yet. My brother and I used to share her before he went to college close to home.”

“Oh, Wanda, I think we can do better than this.”

“What do you mean?” Realization dawns, and Wanda turns to fully face the older woman. “You are not buying me a car.”

“We’ll see,” Natasha says tightly. She presses a soft kiss against Wanda’s cheek before opening the driver’s door and helping her in. Wanda takes off her shoes and rolls down the window, gazing up into those dark green eyes. 

“Drive safely,” she says, her voice warm. 

“Goodbye, Natasha. I’ll see you Sunday.”

Dark green eyes light up, but Wanda doesn’t give her the chance to respond, her foot heavy on the gas pedal. She can see the woman’s surprised smile in her rearview mirror, and smirks to herself. 

Wanda: 1, Natasha: 0.

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could you write a continuation of “let me” ?😭 either smut or fluff, idc but what I was thinking was pure fluff

Oooh, I’m intrigued by this idea… tell me more? I rarely write part two’s for one shots so I’d need a good plot lol

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gentle dark!wanda thoughts

wanda's definitely the type to be condescending, but in a really maternal way. like, "c'mon, sweetheart. if you keep doing that, i'm not gonna be very happy," or "i thought i taught you to be better than this?" she also definitely keeps reader in a tight hold, never letting their manners be lost because she doesn't care for brats. it's one thing being a brat to her, but a completely other thing if reader acts out in front of her friends

in my head, wanda is also very likely to make reader feel unsure when they're bottoming. reader might be touching her and she'll shoot reader a disapproving look, making reader recede into their own mind and wonder if they're doing something wrong. she'll tug on reader's hair and shake her head, feigning disappointment

the reason all of this is gentle dark!wanda to me is because this wanda would never hurt reader, not really. she'll make reader dependent on her but never make them feel unsafe or threatened. all the work is done by their psyche and all she does is plant little seeds of paranoia and fear

(of course this means aftercare is full of reassurance and reminding reader they're their own person and don't need wanda for everything, but wanda enjoys the "are you sure?"s and "but i need you"s)

i feel like i worded all of this wrong, but i tried my best 😓😓

🛜 anon

YES I am so here for dominance that isn't just purely physical. I want dark Wanda to slowly and gently work her way into my psyche and subtly manipulate me into being her perfect pet ♡

The thought of Wanda just molding you into the perfect submissive without you even realizing its happening!! But ofc, she would provide the best aftercare so you would feel really loved ◡̈

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🕯️ manifesting 🕯️ a 🕯️ therapist 🕯️ and 🕯️ recommendation(?) 🕯️ note 🕯️ for 🕯️ you 🕯️

🛜 anon

ty pookie i have an appointment with one next week!