#sub!fem!reader

The atmosphere between you and Wanda had been easygoing from the start. After Natasha introduced you to her at the coffee shop, you felt an instant connection, unaware of the storm brewing beneath Wanda’s calm surface.

She found you refreshing—a break from the usual chaos that surrounded her. You had a certain innocence that drew her in, a softness that made her feel powerful in ways she couldn’t resist. It didn’t take long for Wanda to learn just how easy it was to make you blush, to see that flash of bashfulness in your gaze when she gave a playful tease or brushed her hand against yours.

But that innocence awakened something else in her. Darker desires stirred as she realized how little you understood the effect you had on her. And she had power. Her magic allowed her to erase the memories of those moments where she’d let that hunger slip, when she’d let her hands wander or leaned close enough to breathe in the sweetness of your innocence.

Each time, Wanda would reset you, erasing the moments when her magic had coaxed you to the edge, leaving only traces of warmth and longing you didn’t understand. You thought it was natural—the flutter of nerves whenever she looked at you too long, the way her fingers lingered when she brushed them along your arm. And, each time, she’d bring you right back to the start.

Only Wanda knew how many times she’d used her powers to draw you in, to unravel that innocence bit by bit, savoring every innocent smile and lingering gaze. And she’d keep it that way—your best friend, the only one you really trusted, the one who held every secret, every forgotten moment, in the palm of her hand.

It was a quiet evening, with only the sound of the espresso machine humming in the background. You were about to close up when Wanda walked in, her eyes glinting in a way that made your stomach twist—part nervousness, part thrill. She smiled as she stepped closer, her presence warm and intoxicating.

"Hey, thought I'd keep you company while you close up," she said smoothly, her voice low, a little too soft. You nodded, always grateful for her company, though the way she looked at you sometimes made you shy.

As you went about cleaning, you could feel her eyes on you, watching closely, like she was studying every move. You turned to face her, your cheeks pinking as you noticed how close she was.

"Wanda… do you, um, want some coffee?" you offered, trying to steady yourself.

Her lips curled into a knowing smile, and she shook her head. "Not coffee," she murmured, her hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "I was thinking something a bit sweeter." Her fingers trailed slowly down the side of your face, grazing your jaw, making your breath hitch.

There it was again—that feeling, warm and heady, making you forget the world outside of Wanda’s gaze. You wanted to pull away, the intensity overwhelming, yet you couldn’t move, held by the softness of her touch and the way her voice wove around you.

“You’re so cute when you’re shy,” she teased, her fingers now tracing lightly over your collarbone. “All that blushing… like you’ve never been touched before.”

Her words sent a flush through you, and you dropped your gaze, feeling both flattered and utterly vulnerable. You never understood why her words hit so deeply, why they made you feel both embarrassed and needy in a way you’d never experienced before.

Unseen to you, Wanda's eyes glowed faintly as she reached into your mind, blurring your memories, pushing a wave of calm over you to cloud any hesitations. The moment she was ready, she murmured, "You can trust me, right?"

You nodded, unable to resist the soft spell of her voice. "Of course, Wanda."

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your skin as her fingers grazed along your waist, her magic keeping you still. Each touch was electric, sending a shiver through you, but her hold kept your thoughts fuzzy, soft. Her mouth was so close to yours, just barely hovering over your lips, leaving you gasping for air and yet unable to move.

“Just let go for me,” she whispered, and her magic pulsed in time with her words, melting away any remnants of resistance. She guided you, leaning you back against the counter as her hands settled firmly on your hips, her eyes dark with desire.

For a fleeting moment, you felt something shift, something that told you this was more than it seemed, that there was a different intent behind Wanda’s warmth. But before the thought could form fully, Wanda’s magic washed over you again, taking away your doubts and leaving only her touch, her scent, and her quiet commands.

A wave of her hand and you look down when you feel something hit your thigh. A red strap with her magic swirling around it. 

“W-Wands…I–” you start, but she cuts you off.

“Shhhh just be Mommy's good girl like always and take it.” She says and you don't have a chance to respond as your words turn into choked moans. She's pushed herself fully inside of you and started pistoning her hips. 

“Fuck Y/N you're always so tight for me. You always feel so fucking good.” Wanda growls by your ear as you cling to her moaning. 

You don't know what she's talking about when she says ‘always’. This is your first time. Maybe she's fantasized about this? Yeah that has to be it. 

You feel yourself building up fast, you've never experienced pleasure like this, but just as you're teetering on the edge she stops and pulls out. A whine escapes your lips as you try to pull her back to you. 

“Oh no moya dorogaya. You aren't allowed to cum just yet. Mommy is going to savor you like she always does. We aren't over until I say we are and when I'm finally finished you won't remember a thing.” Wanda whispers by your ear, sending a chill through you. 

As you were about to fall asleep the TV got really loud. Some bass rustling noises were coming from the series you were watching and you could swear your ears were falling off. You quickly shut off the TV and lied down on the couch again, rubbing your eyes as a groan escaped your mouth.

You were startled as you felt something rub your thigh, but before you could scream a hand covered your mouth.

"Shhh.. it's just me, baby" a familiar voice said. Looking down, you saw Natashas face. She had snuck up on you while the loud noise was errupting from your TV. Her hair was a mess and her eyes seemed tired but she still managed to look so fucking good.

"N-nat what the hel-" before you could finish your sentence, she interrupted you.

"Listen, mommy's had a really tuff week, yeah?" She kissed you hard, slowly messaging your breasts. You pushed her away as you were a bit confused of what just had happend.

She growled and held into your wirst to stop you from pushing her away. "Be a good girl, don't push your mommy away, last warning." She looked mad as her eyebrows were furrowed down, her eyes looking into yours as if you were the meal of a starving tiger. When you let her touch you, she immediately went soft and melted at the contact with your skin. "I missed you so much baby, I missed your face, your body, you in general and the taste of your pussy. Is it okay for mommy to eat you out, love?" She was desperate, almost begging you to let her. You nodded quickly and relaxed into her touch. Usually, she would've forced you to say it, but she seemed way too desperate for your body to waste any more time, which you found incredibly attractive.

Her face wandered down to your clothed pussy as she cupped it. "Such a pretty pussy, I waited all week for this." She ripped the underwear off of you and you let out a startled gasp. "I'll buy you a new one." She quickly said before she dived into your pussy. Her tongue immediately went into your hole and the tip of her nose brushed your folds. You moaned out loud, she was thrusting her tongue into you like there was no speed limit.

She moaned against your cunt, she loved your taste so much, she got addicted to it. She pulled her face away and shoved two of her fingers into your pussy to come up to you and kiss you. Your lips connected and she immediately licked your lips, as a sign for you to open up. When you didn't though, she sped up her fingers and pressed her thumb on your clit, hitting your bundles of nerves. This made you gasp and Natasha took this as her opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth.

She explored every inch of your mouth, almost shoving her tongue down your throat. You could taste yourself on her and you moaned loudly into the kiss. She pulled away as she quickly came to her realization of the lack of oxygen both of you were missing. Spit was drooling down your mouth and she made sure to lick your mouth clean.

You felt a familiar warm bubble in your stomach and you immediately held into Natashas shoulders. "Mommy I'm gonn—"

"Not yet." She quickly cut you off. You tried holding it, but tears of frustration started to escape your eyes. "Mommy please I can't"

She removed her fingers from you. "Wanna taste your cum, wanna have you cummin' on my mouth while you scream my name…" She murmured. Alone this line could've made you cum right at the spot, but you wanted to be a good girl for your mommy.

She purred as she went down to your pussy, licking in between your folds and sucking on your clit until she went back to sticking her tongue into you with her thumb rubbing your clit.

Your mouth fell into a "O" shape as you screamed loudly, holding into Natashas hair for dear life.

"Mommy! Please mommy! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum mommy!" You screamed as you dazed off, and when Natasha didn't react or forbid you to cum you came hard on her tongue, your hips bucking, your cunt pressing on Natashas face.

You whimpered when she kept on fucking you, to ride you out of your orgasm. She then slowly started licking you clean which caused you to squirm alot since you were sensitive.

"No.. no more, no" you begged as your hips bucked away from Natashas face.

"You're okay baby, you were such a good girl, no more, just cleaning you up, mkay?" Natasha praised. You sighed in relief and she kissed you hard as she held you in her arms.

"Lets take a bath."

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Wanda stands behind you, her hands sliding across your wet skin, the warm water cascading down your bodies as you stand under the shower together. Her touch is gentle yet commanding, guiding your back to press flush against her chest. The steam envelops you both, blurring the boundaries between where you end and she begins.

You feel it between your legs; Wanda's enchanted strap made it so she could feel everything. You roll your hips slightly, but she holds your hips, nails digging in. A moan that's dampened by the rushing water.

"You look so pretty when you're wet and needy for me, milaya," she whispers, her lips grazing your ear, voice husky with desire. Her fingers trace the curve of your waist, teasing lower until she reaches the apex of your thighs, her possessiveness clear in the way she handles you.

You lean back into her, your breath hitching as her hand slips between your legs, the cool of her touch contrasting with the warm spray of water. Wanda smirks, sensing how easily your body responds to her, her other hand wrapping around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your head tilt back against her shoulder.

"Such a good girl for Mommy," she purrs, her lips finding your neck, kissing and biting softly as her fingers continue to work their magic. “I know you want Mommy's cock so badly don't you?” Your knees grow weak, but Wanda holds you firmly, her grip unyielding as she pushes you to the edge, the rhythm of her movements perfectly in tune with your gasps and moans. 

“Yes Mommy, please need your cock.” You manage out knowing her fingers would stop. The nice build would go away, but you knew her cock would fill you up so nicely. It was made for you. Wanda made sure of that. 

“Such a good slut letting Mommy know exactly what you want.” She bends you over. Your hands splaying onto the exquisite tile of the Avengers tower bathrooms. 

Her hands grip back onto your hips, guiding her cock to your entrance before slowly slipping inside of you. A moan comes out of you as she fills you. A groan coming out of her until she's bottomed out. 

“Good girl taking Mommy so well.” She starts slow with her thrusts before quickly building up. Fast and rough. Wanda couldn't help herself. It always happened even when you'd protest a little (it was all part of the fun) as she'd pound into you saying how she couldn't help herself. 

The moment she learned how to enchant her strap she couldn't get enough of you. Every chance she'd get she'd be inside of you. She started packing and always made you aware how she could take you at any time and no one would know.

The intensity of the moment builds, the sound of water and your pleasure filling the bathroom. You feel the warmth pool deep in your belly as she brings you closer, her voice, her touch, all-consuming.

“Please…ah…fuck Mommy please can I cum? Wanna cum all over your cock!” You cry and plead with her as you look back. Your knees are feeling so weak, but you know she won't let you fall. 

"Come for me, milaya," Wanda commands. “Mommy's going to fill that slutty cunt of yours up.” She whispers, her breath hot against your skin as she takes you over the edge, holding you tight as you shatter beneath her control. Inside you get just as hot as the outside from the water cascading down and dripping off every inch of you.

You'd been at college all year, using every excuse to not go home. You were so nervous to see her again. Before you had left, your stepmom had let you know how she truly felt about you. You felt the same, but it scared you, so you ran away to college and stayed away. Now it was the middle of June and you sat in your car in the driveway, gripping the wheel until your knuckles were white.

She's your stepmom. This isn't right. It's wrong to be in love with her, but you couldn't help it. Her warm and loving nature pulls you in. You tried to get her off your mind at college, but every time you tried to be with someone else, it felt wrong.

Every time, you thought of her. Once or twice, you'd been slapped and left when you called out her name. You take a deep, shaky breath as you finally get out of the car and grab your suitcase. Opening the front door when you get there you call out, "Anyone home?" Then you hear her feet padding on the floor and she comes around the corner. The biggest smile on her face. You want to melt when you see it.

"Oh malyshka, you're home." She comes over and wraps her arms around you. You can't help but melt into her. All the tension you've been holding onto melts away in an instant. Your arms wrap around her waist as you bury your face in her chest.

You breathe her in, and suddenly you want to cry. You left her for ten months. Ten fucking months. You guys got to be together for two weeks, and then you left her. You feel so shitty for that.

“I'm..m'sorry for leaving like that...” Your voice cracks and breaks. Wanda rubs soothing circles on your back,

“Shhh moya krasivaya sladkaya devochka (my beautiful sweet girl).” She brings you over to the couch.

“I-I missed you so much, Mama.” Wanda shushes you again as she pulls you into her lap. She makes you feel safe and wanted. Who cares what others think of you and your relationship with Wanda. You want this.

Wanda kisses the top of your head as she cradles you in her arms. “I love you so much, malyshka. I'm just happy you're home.”

“R-really Mama?” You ask, looking up at her. She had you cradled so nicely. You were in the perfect spot to suckle. You had gotten to do it once before you left, and Wanda had promised that when you came back for break, she'd be lactating for you. This confused you because at the time, as you didn't realize you could induce that without being pregnant.

You doubted that she'd be prepared for this. Maybe Thanksgiving and Christmas she had tried, and then when you didn't show up, you assumed she'd give up on that little fantasy

Wanda gently strokes your cheek. “Oh moya sladkaya devochka (my sweet girl) of course Mama loves and misses you.” You whine and nuzzle into her chest.

“Love you too, Mama. M'sorry I didn't come back, was scared.” You mumble against her.

“What were you scared of, sweetheart?” She asks and you blush, burying your face against her.

“S-scared of you...of of falling in love and...and...” She pulls you back out and into a kiss that you melt into. Your racing thoughts coming to a halt.

“I understand that it's scary baby, but I do love you so very much.” A heat rises in you, your stomach flipping as you grip her shirt tightly.

“Love you mama! So so much!” You blush even harder and hide your face, which causes her to chuckle.

You're nuzzling into her chest, and you hear as she lets out a gasp. You look up to her, your eyes wide with wonder.

“What is it, Mama?” You ask.

“Mama's chest is sensitive, baby.” Then you notice it. A wet spot where her nipple is. You lick your lips at the thought.

“M-Mama...are..are you...?”

She smiles down at you. Without answering, she moves you enough to pull her shirt off, revealing her bare chest. Her pebbled peaks leaking some milk. You lick your lips as you can't help but stare.

“You...you still...?” You swallow hard just wanting to give in and latch on.

“Every time I knew a break was coming up, I'd start back up.” She pulls you gently until you happily latch on, feeling her warm milk filling your mouth. You relax against her, eyes twinkling up at her as you listen. “I never gave up hope that you'd come back. I knew you'd find your way back.”

You whine around her as you continue to suckle. Feeling bad for leaving her full and sensitive, just waiting for you to be here. “S-Sowwy Mama.” You mumble around her some of her milk trickling out your mouth.

The soft click of the door closing behind you signals your return home from college for the weekend. The house is quiet, and a warm sense of calm washes over you as you step inside, letting your bag drop onto the floor. You’ve been looking forward to this all week—some alone time with Wanda, your stepmom.

She greets you at the top of the staircase, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looks down at you. Her presence is magnetic as always, dressed in a silk robe that hugs her figure, her hair tumbling over her shoulders like scarlet waves.

“Welcome home, sweetheart,” she coos, her voice laced with warmth and something more…something that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Dad’s out of town for the weekend, so it’s just us,” Wanda continues, her smile widening as she gestures for you to come upstairs. You follow her, heartbeat quickening with excitement, knowing that when it’s just the two of you, the boundaries tend to blur.

As you enter her bedroom, you see it laid out neatly on the bed—a scarlet collar, soft and supple, with a gleaming tag that reads "Good Girl." Your breath hitches, heat rising to your cheeks as you understand what she wants.

Wanda approaches you slowly, standing behind you as she takes the collar in her hands. Her fingers brush against your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“I’ve been thinking about you wearing this while your father’s away,” she whispers, her breath warm against your ear. “Just for me. My good girl.”

Her hands move gently but with intent as she fastens the collar around your neck. The leather is snug, a constant reminder of her control, her care. You feel the weight of the tag, a mix of pride and submission swelling in your chest.

“Let me see,” Wanda murmurs, stepping in front of you, her eyes dark with satisfaction as she takes in the sight. “Perfect.”

She cups your chin, tilting your face up to meet hers, and leans down to brush her lips softly against yours. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun this weekend, don’t you?”

You nod your head already feeling fuzzy from the collar around your neck. She taps your cheek, "Words baby."

"Yes Mama." You respond and she smiles.

Wanda's smile widens as she hears your soft response, her eyes twinkling with approval. Her hand gently caresses your cheek where she tapped it moments ago, the warmth of her touch making you feel even more fuzzy, almost lightheaded under her gaze.

"Good girl," she purrs, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she lets her thumb brush over your bottom lip. "That’s what I like to hear."

You feel the weight of her words settle over you, her praise making the collar around your neck feel even more significant, a tangible bond between the two of you. Wanda's eyes never leave yours, her thumb now pulling lightly on your lip, teasing.

"I want you to wear this all weekend for me," she continues, her voice soft yet commanding. "No one else has to know. It’s just for us."

The thought sends a wave of warmth coursing through you. You nod again, quickly correcting yourself with a whispered, "Yes, Mama."

Wanda leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "That’s my good girl," she whispers, her lips lingering as her hands slide down to rest on your shoulders. "Now, let’s see what else we can do to make you feel special while we have the house to ourselves."

You hardly realize how you ended up in Wanda’s lap, but the moment her lips crash into yours, nothing else matters. The kiss is deep, intense, sending sparks down your spine as your body instinctively grinds against her thigh, searching for more friction. Her hands roam over your back, her touch igniting every nerve in your body.

Then, you feel her fingers slip through the ring of the collar, tugging gently but firmly. The slight pressure on your throat makes you gasp into her mouth, the restriction of your air leaving you dizzy with want. Wanda pulls you closer, her breath hot against your lips as she continues the kiss, her control over you undeniable.

“Mama's good girl, grinding so desperately,” she murmurs between kisses, her voice husky and dripping with satisfaction. She tugs on the collar again, just enough to make your breath hitch, sending a wave of heat through you.

Your hips move instinctively, grinding down harder on her thigh, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Wanda’s thigh tenses beneath you, giving you just the right amount of resistance as she encourages your movements, her hand guiding you by the collar.

The car hummed along the highway, the gentle rhythm of the tires against the asphalt doing nothing to soothe your growing discomfort. You shifted in your seat for what felt like the hundredth time, biting your lip as you stole a glance at Wanda. Her eyes were fixed on the road, her grip on the steering wheel firm. She looked as calm and composed as ever, completely unbothered by your squirming beside her.

You had refused to go to the bathroom at the last rest stop, stubbornly insisting that you didn't need to. But now, a few hours later, you were regretting that decision. The pressure in your bladder was becoming unbearable, and every bump in the road made you wince. You felt as if she was doing it on purpose. Swerving more to hit the potholes rather than avoid.

"Mommy, I really have to go..." you finally whispered, your voice shaky.

Wanda didn't even glance at you, her lips curling into a smirk. "Oh? Now you have to go?" Her tone was mocking, her eyes still focused ahead. "I told you to go earlier, but you insisted you didn't need to. So, you'll just have to hold it."

You whimpered softly, your thighs pressing together as you tried to find some relief. But it was no use. The need to go was overwhelming, and Wanda's cold refusal only made it worse. You couldn't help but squirm in your seat, desperate for any kind of reprieve.

"Stop moving so much," Wanda snapped, her tone sharp. "You're distracting me."

You froze, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you tried to stay still. But it was so hard. The pressure was building, and you felt like you were going to burst.

"Please, Mommy..." you begged, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wanda let out a sigh, finally glancing at you with a look of mild annoyance. "Fine," she said after a moment, her tone clipped. "But you'll have to wait until the next rest stop. And if you complain one more time, you'll have to hold it even longer."

You nodded quickly, relief washing over you despite the lingering discomfort. You'd just have to hold on a little longer. But as Wanda's attention returned to the road, the minutes seemed to stretch into eternity, each second a test of your willpower. You were desperate, but you knew better than to push Wanda any further. All you could do was hope the next rest stop would come soon.

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You shifted again in your seat, trying to ease the unbearable pressure, when suddenly you felt Wanda's hand leave the steering wheel. You froze, heart pounding as her fingers brushed against your thigh, creeping up until they hovered just above your bladder.

"Wanda, please..." you whispered, your voice shaky with desperation, but she ignored your plea, her eyes never leaving the road.

A wicked smile played on her lips as she pressed down firmly on your bladder. The sudden pressure made you gasp, your body instinctively jerking forward as you clamped your thighs together, trying to hold back the flood.

"Stop squirming," she commanded, her tone icy as she kept the pressure steady. "This is what happens when you don't listen, darling. You wanted to wait, so now you can suffer the consequences."

You bit your lip, tears welling up in your eyes as you tried to keep still, every ounce of your focus now on holding it in. Wanda's hand didn't let up, the relentless pressure pushing you closer and closer to your limit. She seemed to enjoy your helplessness, her smirk growing wider as you whimpered and trembled beside her.

"Is it too much, sweetheart?" she teased, her voice dripping with faux sympathy. "Maybe next time you'll listen when I tell you to do something. Or maybe..." She pressed down harder, making you cry out softly. "Maybe I'll just keep you like this for a while longer. Teach you a proper lesson."

You couldn't even find the words to respond, too overwhelmed by the desperation and the cruel pleasure she took in your suffering. All you could do was endure, praying that she would finally take pity on you—but knowing deep down that she was far from done playing with her little toy.

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When Wanda finally pulled into the rest stop, relief flooded you. The sight of the building made your legs tremble with anticipation, but the feeling was quickly squashed when Wanda placed a hand on your arm, stopping you from getting out of the car.

"Wait a moment," she said coolly, reaching into the backseat to rummage through one of the bags. You watched with growing anxiety as she took her time, finally pulling out something and slipping it into her purse. She didn’t say a word, just nodded towards the restroom with a smirk, her eyes glinting with something that made your heart race.

You followed her, your steps hurried, but Wanda kept a steady pace. She didn’t seem to be in any rush, and the way she sauntered towards the restroom only heightened your desperation. Finally, you both entered, and you made a beeline for the nearest stall, but as you reached to pull down your pants, Wanda's firm hand grabbed yours, halting you.

"No, baby," she said, her voice low and authoritative. The words sent a shiver down your spine. "Go just like that. I grabbed an extra pair for you."

Her command echoed in your ears, the weight of it pressing down on you as you stood there, frozen. You were too desperate to argue, too desperate to even think. The pressure in your bladder had reached its limit, and your body ached for relief.

"Go on," she urged, her voice softer now but no less commanding. Her eyes locked onto yours, daring you to disobey.

With a trembling breath, you nodded, the tears finally spilling over as you surrendered to her will. The humiliation washed over you, but the desperation overpowered everything else. You couldn’t hold it any longer, and with a soft whimper, you let go, feeling the warm wetness soak through.

Wanda’s gaze never left you, and as you finished, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear. "Good girl," she whispered, her tone dripping with satisfaction. "I knew you’d do as you were told."