Milkies (mommy Wanda, tiny bit angst, maybe forced regression)
Overworked mommy (mean mommy Wanda, bit angst, fluff ending)
Spoiled rotten (mommy Wanda, little reader)
Cheeky hands (mommy Wanda, little reader)
Impatient brat (mean mommy Wanda)
Mommy’s Day (fluff, stockholm syndrome little reader)
Hair Salon (mommy Wanda x little reader)
The Baby (wandanat x little reader)
Drabbles 🍦fluffy 🍓smut 🍼regression
Soft mommy 🍦
Bathtime surprise 🍓
Trick or treating 🍼
Bedtime 🍓
Yucky veggies 🍦🍼
Beach day 🍦
Binkie chronicles 🍦🍼
Easter story 🍦
Fussy reader
Leaving mommy 🍼
Meanie
Big reward 🍓
Sleepover 🍼
I mostly write for me or for fun whenever I get an idea, I would say most of them include agep!ay so beware of that but also mommy kink it’s a huge part so I really don’t know !
When twenty-year-old you moves to Brookvale hoping for a fresh start, you never expect to stumble upon Little Haven, a small community center run by Wanda and Natasha Romanoff, a married couple known for their patience and kindness. The moment you step inside, the soft light, gentle voices, and safe routines make you feel, for the first time in years, like you belong.
What begins as quiet visits quickly turns into something more permanent. The Romanoffs’ home and Little Haven become a refuge where you can let go, embrace your littleness, and be cared for without fear or judgment. With them, you discover that family isn’t only what you’re born into, sometimes it’s the people who choose to make space for you, day after day, in love, patience, and trust.
Because home isn’t just a place, it’s the hearts that keep you safe.
Today was a special day you figured, it’s been a while since Wanda got you long enough for her to trust you to watch a little bit of tv in the mornings, you were watching some morning cartoons when Mother’s Day commercials kept popping up on TV once in a while, by now you adored Wanda, you weren’t scared of her anymore and she knew that, it was only fair to give her something special today after all she took care of you and she no longer hitted you! you thought, but there was a tiny problem as much as she loved having you she never got proper little girl things like cute crayons or art supplies, so making a card for her was gonna be a little hard Mommy do you have scissors? i weally need them you asked while she sipped her morning coffee no you don’t, what do you possible need scissors for? she said giving you a suspicious look you pouted i can’t tell you or it wouldn’t be a surprise maybe some markers i need them for something important pwease she realized you didn’t had anything that you were asking for and after a moment she figured it wasn’t for something cheeky or harmful mmm tell you what if you do your chores mommy will go to the store to get you things hmm? you immediately stood up and walked to the sink to clean your breakfast dishes maybe some stickers too? any pretty ones you like mommy you said while fidgeting with your feet by this time she had caught onto your little plan and if she was right, she was oh so excited to finally have you all to herself and you adoring her, she quickly got ready to leave before you said if I’ve been good can i get some chocolates too pwease? You’ve been more than good but she said to not be so greedy I’ll se what i can do okay. You heard the loud clicking sound of the door and beeping to the code you made quick work to Wanda’s room to find some of her pens to start doodling on a piece of paper that you hoped will be a nice little card for her, you drew two figures one much taller with pretty wavy hair and the smaller holding onto her hand along with some flowers, by the time she got back you walked to her with caution to your surprise she got you a 64 pack of crayons! oh you were delighted, also some bunny stickers and a special scissor that cut in a zigzag line thank you mommy! thank you for my new things i did all my chores and aah im a little tired now you said faking a yawn Wanda just chuckled and gave you the bag of things, you walked to your tiny room and started coloring your previous piece of art making sure to use every single crayon of that box of course, you looked through the bag to see what else she had gotten and you were shocked to see some glitter pens! this was the best day ever! about twenty minutes later you walked to the living room with your hands behind your back mommy? are you busy? You asked with a soft voice what is it baby? are you okay? she asked putting her book down mhmm i just wanted to make you something special i hope you like it mommy you said walking to her handing her the most colorful card she had ever seen and a box of chocolates with some of them missing already but you tried! Wanda was in awe she was so happy to be at this point with you, you adored her and she could definitely see that now i think it’s Mother’s Day and you are my mommy so i wanted to give you something just for you Wanda stood up to hug you and walked you to the couch sitting you on her lap this is such a pretty card little one thank you so much she said giving you kisses all over your face making you giggle im sorry i ate some of the chocolates I couldn’t help it you said pouting but she just hugged you no worries i was gonna share them with you anyways she said with a hand on your cheek giving you a kiss on your temple you both sat on the couch for a while with your back pressed to her explaining your work of art while munching on the yummy treats you had left, after a while you fell asleep in her arms while she was holding you close running a hand through your hair, you were both so happy to have each other.
After spending a profoundly sheltered life in Wanda’s little bubble, you find yourself unequipped to deal with your adult body.
Tags: Heavy age play, stepcest, first time, light piss kink, breastfeeding, brief mention of straight (PinV) sex, inappropriate use of childcare supplies, kind of forced infantilization? (but most R is just like that)
Word Count: ~4k
A/N: I was really hesitant to post this, as it covers some kinks I’m yet to really explore on this page. Please read the tags carefully before deciding whether or not to read this. Also, this was originally written as male!reader, so you can find this exact same story written from that perspective below.
Little Prince (Masc Version)
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"Mama?" Your voice was small when you stepped into her office, approaching her desk with your shirt hem clutched in your hands, pulling it down over your groin.
She almost gasped with excitement when you came in. You weren't supposed to interrupt her workday unless you really needed her for something, and she _loved_ it when you really needed her for something. "Hi beautiful," she chimed, swirling her chair around to face you. "What's up?"
You didn't answer, just stood there shifting uncomfortably, unsure of how to communicate your issue.
"Do you wanna come over here and show mama what your hiding under your shirt?" She asked, not pretending to not notice your awkward stance and obviously embarrassment. "Come here. Show mama what's wrong."
She held out her hands, guiding you to stand in front of her. When her hands rested gently on your hips, you finally let the shirt spring back into place, revealing a discolored wet spot down the center of your grey panties.
"I thought maybe… maybe I had a potty accident… but when I tried to go potty I could- I could only get a little dribble," you explained nervously.
Wanda nodded in understanding. "Ah I see the problem," she hummed. As she spoke, she calmly handed you the hem of your oversized shirt to hold up out of the way. Then she hooked her fingers into your waistband and started to slowly ease your underwear down over your hips. "See, sometimes, when little princesses start thinking about naughty things, their little princess parts get all wet and sticky."
"B-b-but I wasn't thinking about naughty things!" you protested, ears going red as arousal gathered between your legs, clinging to your panties as they slid down your thighs.
"Not even a little?" Wanda continued, swirling her office chair until she was inches away from you. Her hands, no longer working at your waistband, gently caressed your sides in a calming motion. "You weren't thinking about… mama, letting you sit on the counter while she took a shower last night? Or watching her put that good smelling lotion on all over?"
Against your will, your clit pulsed at the thought, sending another wave of arousal running down your legs. Wanda smirked, very satisfied with your reaction.
Your bottom lip started to quiver and the blush spread across your cheeks. "N-no! I wasn't—"
She cut off your protests with a gentle shush as her hands worked their way down to your hip bone, and then inward, tracing the line of muscles right to your precious pussy. As iniquitous as it was, Wanda had come to realize that this was her favorite part of your body. Although your mind stayed naive and dependent, watching you grow had been difficult. She was thankful that you'd always been small, and even at your tallest you still remained two inches shorter than she was. But the day that she could no longer rest you comfortably on her hip, her heart shattered. It hurt her so severely that she could not keep you as her little girl forever.
This part of you, however, did not seem to grow as the rest of you did. This small, precious piece of you reflected the you she saw: little, innocent, untouched, and absolutely hers.
She ran the tips of her fingers between your folds, inspecting you carefully. You were properly soaked. "Ooohh," she cooed quietly, kissing your lower stomach, "you are so very wet for mama, aren't you. You must've been having some _very_ naughty thoughts."
You couldn't bring yourself to refute her again. You only squeaked and let go of your shirt, letting it fall over her hand and cover you up.
"Ah ah," she chided, holding your shirt up again. "Hold it up nice and high for mama. We don't want it getting in the way."
You obeyed, clutching the shirt with white knuckles as she started to rub slow circles around your clit. "Mama…" you whimpered so quite she could hardly hear.
"I'm right here baby," she reassured. "Just hold onto mama however you need to, okay? Do you wanna hold my hand?"
You nodded frantically, already reaching out for her hand.
"Okay, brave girl. Take a big deep breathe for me." She demonstrated a breath, letting you mirror her. In through your nose, then out through your mouth. "Good girl. Now just relax. Let mama make you feel good."
With that, she kissed your lower stomach and dragged her tongue through your folds.
Almost instantly, your knees buckled. If not for her hold on your waist, you would've fallen to the ground. "Mama," you whimpered again, this time with more of moan.
You tasted divine, like honey and pineapples: just as sweet as she knew you would be. She nuzzled the downy soft peach fuzz that sat in a perfect patch where corse, thick pubic hair should've been. Even though you had more body hair than most people, it always seemed to grow like this: in soft, fuzzy patches that covered nearly every inch of your body.
Wanda loved it. Myshka. Her precious little mouse. She loved to run her fingers through the hair or feel it, soft and smooth against her face. Even now, with your body twitching and spasming with pleasure, she couldn't help but indulge herself by pushing her nose against it.
She pulled away for a moment to kiss the inside of your thigh before plunging her tongue inside of you. You were so incredibly tight. She doubted you've ever had so much as a finger inside of you, and you reaction all but confirmed her suspicions. Nothing had ever felt quite like that before: like she scratching an itch from the inside. You gasped and gave Wanda's hand a squeeze.
She only smiled and moved back to your clit, rolling her tongue in quick circles until you were close to tears. When she sucked it into her mouth and lightly flicked her tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves, you weakly pushed her head back.
"Mama…" you panted, weak but desperate and determined. "Mama… you… you have to stop mama…"
Wanda sat up, face immediately filled with concern. "What's wrong, angel? Do you not like when mama plays with you like that?"
"No, I do… I just… I…" you shifted uncomfortably, crossing your arms and hugging your elbows. You couldn't bring yourself to look at her, instead opting to look at the floor as you whispered "It feels like I'm gonna have a potty accident…." Your ears and face were beet red, humiliated by the confession.
"Oh," Wanda chuckled softly, more with relief than amusement. "That's a very natural feeling to have when mama plays with your little princess parts. I promise you're not gonna have a potty accident."
You hugged yourself tighter, rubbing your legs together to relieve the ache. While you trusted mama, you couldn't think of anything in the world worse than accidentally going potty in her mouth. "But… just in case… I don't wanna go in your mouth."
Wanda almost had to laugh. She found it so funny how nervous and shy you were about using the bathroom in general. Your anxiety was so bad she often caught you holding it until your bladder was near bursting. It wasn't uncommon for her to insist on helping you in the restroom, worried you'd push yourself to the point of obstruction or infection.
Instead, she managed to keep a serious expression and nodded with understanding. "Okay, honey. That's okay." She gently rubbed your side, snaking her hand up under your sleep shirt. "I tell you what, how about mama goes and gets a nice little washrag and we can keep playing on the couch. That way, if you have any accidents, the washrag will be right there to catch it."
You considered her words for a second. One hand, you would be absolutely humiliated to accidentally pee on Wanda in any capacity. But on the other hand, it felt really really good when mama was playing with you. Besides, it certainly wouldn't be the first time Wanda had dealt with one of your accidents. Hesitantly, you nodded your head and whispered "okay."
Wanda beamed, scratching lightly under your chin. "That's my brave girl," she praised. "Come on, let's go find a spot to get comfy on the couch."
Wanda made a effort to make the corner seat of the couch as comfortable as possible without leaving you waiting for too long. By the time you were situated in her lap, you were completely naked clutching your teddy bear for courage.
"That's my good girl," Wanda whispered from behind you. You could feel her chest pressing up against your back and her breath hot against your ear. She placed her legs over your, pinning your thighs apart and your legs open.
You whimpered, feeling terribly exposed in the new position.
"Shshshhh," she soothed. "You're okay. You're being so brave. Mama's got you." She wrapped her hands around your waist, placing a washrag just underneath you, keeping your excitement from running onto the couch. The "rag" was actually a burp cloth, made extra soft and absorbent. She could help but take a moment to admire how precious you looked, dribbling onto the duck printed fabric. "Mmm you're so beautiful, baby. My sweet, sensitive little girl."
She only needed to use one finger, very gently stretching your virgin hole open to accommodate her. She curled her finger up inside of you, using her thumb to circle your clit. When your body started to twitch and you instinctively started to roll your hips, she kissed the side of your neck. "That's my good girl. Hump mama's hand. You can do it. Just like that," her voice was high and praising, like she was talking to a toddler learning to walk. "You're making mama so proud and happy. You're my perfect little angel, aren't you? Are you mommy's perfect little princess?"
You nodded, hardly able to open your mouth in any attempt to verbally respond. There was a small, strained whimper every time you exhaled, and, from the sound of it, you were struggling to breathe. "'m mama's… little princess…" you finally managed before your hips started to staggered and froze in place. You were already so close, but you weren't exactly sure what you what you were close to. It still felt like you were going to pee and it made you too nervous to keep going.
Wanda took over from there, adding in another finger and pumping faster. Your entire body shuttered and your hands dug into her forearms when she pressed her thumb hard against your throbbing, sensitive clit. She could tell you were holding in your orgasm, too nervous to let go.
"You're okay, pumpkin. Mama's got you. You don't have to be scared. Mama would never ever let anything bad happen to you," she assured, buring her nose in your hair and kissing your head. "Just take a deep breath and relax for me. No, baby, don't struggle. Your body needs this. Let mama take care of you. That's my good girl."
Two tears rolled down your cheeks when you arched your back, body twitching as you came, spraying the rag with cum. Your mouth opened in a silent scream that only came out as a slight squeak.
"Aww, that's it. That's my good girl. Oh my brave little princess. So perfect for her mama," she cooed, coaxing out the final drops before pressing her hand to your forehead to calm you. "Shshsh settle down, sweetheart. Settle down. Mama's got you. You're okay. I know. I know that was a big feeling for my baby girl. But you did so good, and you were so brave for me. It's okay if you need to cry. Mama's here. I'm so proud of you angel."
You turned around in her lap, burying your face in her neck. Your teddy bear was tossed haphazardly to the side as you started to cry. Your head felt so foggy it was impossible to think. You tried to open your mouth to speak, but every attempt was met with a whimper or little squeak.
Wanda rubbed her hand soothing up and down your back, rocking you gently in her lap. "Poor baby," she cooed. "Is it really hard to think about anything but mama after she made you good?"
You nodded into her neck, pulling her closer. It seemed impossible that you could ever get close enough to her.
"That's okay, angel," she assured. "Mama's got you. She can handle all the big girl thoughts and you can stay in that fuzzy little space for as long as you need."
Your little hands made their way to the hem of her shirt, sliding just underneath to graze the soft skin of her waist. Her skin was so impossibly soft. You wanted more. With pleading eyes and a pathetic little whine, you tugged gently on her shirt, silently requesting she take it off.
"Aww sweet pea, do you want mama to take her shirt off?" She chuckled. "Is it gonna help you talk better if mama's not wearing her shirt?"
You nodded, continuing to paw at her waist, desperate to get closer.
"Okay okay." She giggled at your eagerness. "But you better not be fibbing just cause you wanna see mama's chest. That would be very naughty."
She almost had to laugh. The moment she slid the shirt over her head, your eyes went wide as saucers. She could practically see the tiny stars swimming in your pupils as you stared at her bare chest.
You lunged forward, wrapping your arms around her bare waist and resting your head on her soft, pillowy breast, nuzzling your cheek against them.
She stroked your hair and gently rocked you in her lap, unable to keep her hands from roaming your naked body. Starting up under your shoulder blades, she traced a line down the notches of your spine until she hit your tailbone. From there, she used both her hands to slide over the swell of your ass, massaging it with her strong fingers. You moaned softly into her chest, sheepishly buring your head between her boobs.
"Do you like it when mama touches you like that?" She asked quietly. "I just can't help it. Not when my precious girl's beautiful body is right here in front of me. And certainly not when she's feeling all floaty. Cause you can't really think about anything but making mama happy, can you? And this makes mama very happy, baby girl. So it makes you happy too, doesn't it?"
You nodded into her chest.
"C'mere," she said, hauling you up by the underarms and laying you across her lap so she had full access to the front of you.
Conveniently, it put you right at eye level with her nipple, which, unsurprisingly, found it's way into your mouth. She cradled your head in the crook of her elbow, gently guiding your head.
She chuckled. "Oh, I should've known that's what my little lady wanted," she mused, placing her pointer finger against the palm of your hand until you reflexively wrapped your hand around it. She lifted the hand to her mouth, kissing your knuckles with a gentle smile.
You made her so incredibly happy like this. It was everything she'd ever wanted, to be your mama, and you were beyond precious. She traced her thumb over your cheek, feeling the rhythmic pulse of your suckling. Then she moved to your forehead, brushing the hair away from your face and grazing your long, fluttering eyelashes with the pad of her thumb. Your eyes were nearly closed, and, on the rare occasion you blinked them open, she could see they were rolled uselessly into the back of your head. You were completely limp in her lap, laid across her perfectly exposed and vulnerable.
She traced her hand down to your sternum, then moved to either side to lightly circle your sensitive nipples. You hummed, sending a pleasant vibration through her chest. When you started to squirm, she continued downward to your navel, carding through the fuzzy happy trail that grew below your belly button. As she inched lower, your legs instinctively parted, practically begging her to continue her journey downward.
She ran her finger up your sensitive center, pausing to make gentle circles around your overly sensitive clit. You twitched and instinctively clamped your legs shut. "Shshsh," she hushed. "It's okay. Mama knows you're sensitive baby. Just relax and let mama play with her special girl, okay?"
Without protest, you went back to your gentle, mindless suckling, leaving her free to do as she pleased. Sensing you may not be ready for overt overstimulation after cumming for the first time, she gently pressed a finger inside of you, seeking more to explore than to arouse. She pressed hard against the side of your inner wall, feeling your clit from the inside.
"That's my good girl," she praised, moving now to gently cup her hand between your legs and simply hold it there.
You could've fallen asleep just like that, peacefully suckling from your mama while she cradled your most intimate parts in her loving hand. The connection between the two of you felt impossibly strong you could've sworn your hearts were beating in tandem. You could feel the steady rise and fall of her chest, and started to subconsciously match your rhythm with her's.
It was only when Wanda absently reached out for the soiled rag that you were pulled from your stupor by an overwhelming sense of embarrassment and guilt.
"I'm sorry, mama," you whined, so quiet she almost didn't hear. You shifted, sitting up slightly in her lap so you were no longer supported only by her arm.
"Aw, baby, what are you sorry for? You were so perfect for mama," she asked, trying to get a look at your face while you desperately tried to hide it in her chest.
"I made a big mess!" You cried, embarrassed and a little confused by everything that just happened. Your head still felt so foggy and it was hard to think. Emotions seemed to just spill out of you, impossible to control.
"First of all," she started, pulling your head back so she could see you. "What does mama always say about messes?"
"That… that I shouldn't feel bad because… cause little girls make messes sometimes and… and that it's just part… part of growing up," you stammered.
"And that mama will never ever be mad you for making a mess because she loves that you're her little girl," she added.
You sniffled and curled into her shoulder. "Yeah. That too."
"And second of all," she continued, "this mess is a very very special kind of mess. One that only happens when little girls feel really really good. Mama will always be happy when you make a special mess for her. So no matter where or when it happens, if you make a special mess, you can come tell mama and she'll be happy to clean it up for you, okay?"
You nodded, reaching up and grasping at her so you had something to hold on to. "Okay, mama."
Wanda looked down at the rag, now covered in your thin, watery cum, and smiled. She couldn't help but think of how sad it was that most mothers never got to experience this moment: their little girl's first ever orgasm.
She wondered how you would've handled it had you discovered this on your own. If she had to make a guess, she would've bet you would've come to her anyway, crying and confused about what happened. It simply wasn't in your nature to try and hide things like this from her.
Maybe in another lifetime entirely you would've tried to hide the evidence, carefully tucking it down into a laundry basket only for her to find it later when she went to wash your clothes. Hell, maybe you wouldn't have made the discovery alone. Maybe you would've found out fooling around with some boy.
Wanda didn't like to think about that possibility, though.
It wasn't necessarily a matter of jealousy, but rather a sense of protection. She was sure the fumbling fool would've ruined it for you one way or another. Chances are he would've hurt you, made you bleed by carelessly pushing his penis where it wasn't wanted. He wouldn't see you for what you truly were: a pure, innocent flower to be gently care for lest it break.
Wanda smiled to herself as she considered how, even in this scenario where you'd strayed so far from her loving embrace, you'd still most likely end up running back into her arms. Their were thousands of possibilities of how this could've happened, and they all ended with you in this exact same position, naked and spent across her lap.
She tossed the rag aside and wrapped both of her arms around your waist, kissing the crown of your head. You were quiet and contemplative, tracing light figure 8s on the skin above her collarbone. She loved seeing you like this: her smart little girl thinking her big thoughts. If she focused, she could practically see the wheels turning in your little head as you thought through your feelings.
"Mama?"
"What is it, angel?"
"I love you." Your words were simple and quiet, spoken without ever even looking away from her collarbone.
"I love you too, sweetheart," she replied. "Your mama loves you so much. More than anything in the universe."
There was another long silence as you sat up straighter, wrapping your arms around her neck and buring your face in the crook of her shoulder.
She rubbed gentle circles on your back. "Can you tell mama about how your feeling right now?" She asked, almost nervous to hear the answer.
You gave her a tiny shrug, still very confused about what had happened and how you felt about it. "I feel like I'm sleepy but I don't wanna go to sleep cause if I go to sleep mama won't be there."
Wanda leaned her head on top of yours and pulled you closer. "You just really wanna be with mama right now, huh?"
You didn't even have to think to answer that question. You nodded.
"What if," she started, pulling a throw blanket from the back of the couch and starting to wrap it around you, "we went back into mama's office and you sat on my lap while I finished work. I can set up some Blue's Clues on the monitor. And then after I get done with work we can go get ice cream. How does that sound?"
You didn't respond for a second, and then said "I wanna watch Elmo."
Wanda giggled. "Alright, baby. Elmo it is." She reached down and grabbed the discarded teddy bear from the floor. "Don't forget Mister Maxwell." You tucked the bear neatly under your arm.
You were the picture of innocence when Wanda picked you up, carrying you into her office with your naked legs and arms wrapped around her. The blanket was thrown over you like a cloak, covering the entirety of your naked backside. Between your chest, which was pressed against Wanda's and the blanket, very little of your body was exposed to the cold air.
If you hadn't been tired before, you certainly were now. Wanda was so warm and the blanket was so soft. Had you been able to relax a little bit more, you would've been asleep already. But you were still feeling terribly clingy and reluctant to leave Wanda in favor of sleep.
When she sat down and turned the colorful cartoon onto one of her monitors, you were immediately enraptured. It took so little to distract or entertain you. You stared at the screen, arms folded around your teddy bear as your naked body straddled her's. Absently, you tucked your bottom lip under your front teeth, exaggerating your overbite. If it weren't so damn adorable, Wanda would've tried to break that habit.
Predictably, you didn't last long like that, warm and cozy, pressed up against your mama's chest. By the end of the third episode, Wanda looked down to find you fast asleep on her shoulder.
She smiled and kissed your temple. You really were her everything. Her girl. Her baby. Her little princess.
I really enjoy “the baby” fic you wrote!! I’ve actually wondered abt this scenario before. Like in a relationship where y/n is treated like Wanda and Natasha’s baby, what would happen when Wanda and Natasha actually have a baby? Would y/n have to act more mature? So I really liked that you wrote it. I hope you write a part 2 where y/n actually leaves, maybe she stays with Kate or Peter. Now I want to know what will happen if y/n shuts them out 😭
also was the fic inspired by Elizabeth Olsen being pregnant?
Thank you!!!
I don’t know if there’ll be more I left that last sentence bc I don’t know what would be best for reader, maybe I could do two separate writings but I dunno :(
and yes! my fake scenarios at night led to this haha crazy me went insane with the news and thought of this bc she’s my mommy ofc
Together you were the perfect family, the perfect trio that fitted like a puzzle, what happens when some news threatens to ruin the perfect family picture you have created?
Wandanat x little! fem reader
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An established relationship with Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff was something you never thought could happen but here you are a couple years into the best experience of your life. Wanda and Natasha had been together for a long time before you got into the picture, and things evolved easily until now, they’ve accepted everything about you, specially everything involving little you, they adored it all even the tantrums but they probably wouldn’t admit that.
Today was a typical day you were cuddling with Wanda on the couch but you could feel she was nervous, she felt different like something was going on in her head but you didn’t say anything after all you were too busy watching your show and cuddling mommy, Natasha entered the room smiling at the two of you and sat next to you so you were sandwiched between them
“We have to tell you something pumpkin”, she said clearing her throat interrupting the silence that filled the room
You sat up in your place and looked at them, they both looked nervous but happy nervous you thought
“Mommy and I have some news to share” she began saying, “we went to the doctors yesterday and do you know what dr Maria said?”
“Nu uh” you said
They looked at each other and she said “there’s a baby in mommy’s tummy!”
You blinked processing her words, you looked at Wanda who was smiling big at you, carefully looking into your reaction
“me?” you asked looking at Wanda’s belly
“No silly, a sibling!” Wanda said, moving some strands of hair out of your face, she always had the sweetest touch
“but I don’t need a sibling, you don’t need another baby, you you have me!!” you screamed a little, the idea was scary just thinking of being replaced was upsetting you so much
“But honey, this baby will keep you company and play with you when we’re too tired to play with you, and the baby will love you so so much!” Natasha said rubbing circles on your back but you shrugged it off, you didn’t want them to touch you right now even tho it was an attempt to ground you, to help you relax but the thoughts were going too fast in your head, why would they want someone else? were you not enough for them? is the baby actually there? growing already? there’s no turning back? you started crying loudly, throwing yourself into the couch and screaming that this was not fair.
Wanda looked to Natasha so worried, they didn’t think you will take the news so badly, to be honest they thought you would be thrilled, obviously they were wrong and now they didn’t new how to approach the situation.
Before they could say anything else you stormed out of the room and went into your little room, you needed to calm down and being with your stuffies will help you get there faster, the room didn’t have a lock so they both followed you after, when you saw them standing there the crying intensified and you started kicking and screaming in your bed, there were too many emotions, too many ideas of why they would do this to you, it wasn’t fair or was it? maybe they did this to make you happy and here you were being rude and upset.
Wanda appeared next to your bed first, crouching down so she could be at your level, she ran a hand through your hair but you quickly swat it away,
“Little one, you need to take a deep breath, can you do that for me?”, she said sitting down on the floor next to you, you huffed and closed your eyes, luckily you weren’t looking because they both tried to hide their smirks at your antics, you were truly cute sometimes.
“I know this news wasn’t something you were expecting but it can be a good thing! we will be so happy” she said with the best intentions
“Why do you wanna replace me? I swear ill behave from now on please” you asked with tears running down your face, you didn’t notice when Natasha sat next to Wanda
“We won’t ever replace you, this is something mommy and I had planned way before you even got here, we wanted a real baby, and this baby will be a great addition to our family” she said rambling a bit
“A real baby?” You asked hurt clearly showing up on your face, “I know im not a real baby but why do this, im not enough for you? tears kept running down your face.
Wanda took a deep breath, Natasha wasn’t always careful with her words as she was, so that little comment could ruin this relationship
“You are our baby, you are enough for us, look at this room, we accept and love everything about you, but this has nothing to do with being replaced, it’s something that happened now and we wanted to tell you first because you’re so important to us” she was looking at you carefully, waiting for any reaction anything that could tell her you were fine just shocked
“But you didn’t ask me” was all you said
There was a silence that filled the room for a moment, it was true, they didn’t ask, they didn’t ever mention anything about it, so the news shocked you.
“I’m sorry I never asked you little one” she began, “I guess I was just so caught up on the process hoping it would work that I didn’t focus on telling you before, im really sorry I never meant for this to hurt, at all”
You were conflicted mommy was the traitor she had the baby in her, but what about mama she had something to do too, right? How come any of them thought to tell you at any point, this felt sneaky and like a plan for you to get out of there, either the house or the relationship, you started crying again and told them you wanted to be alone “please!” was the last thing you said before they left. Hours went by, you kept crying yourself to sleep and woke up moments later to start crying again, Wanda knocked on your door, by herself this time, she got inside after waiting for a reply that never came
“Hi little one” she said entering the room, you could see her puffy eyes when you finally look at her, she pointed to the bed asking if she could sit there, you just blinked didn’t say a word
“How are you feeling?” she said looking concerned, you just looked at her for a moment and just sighed, you didn’t know how you felt other than hurt, but why, you weren’t quite sure
“I’m moving away” you said sounding serious and big, Wanda took notice of that so she talked in a serious voice too
“You don’t have to that, this wasn’t meant for a way for you to leave us”
“but I don’t wanna be here… getting in the way of your perfect family, I talked to a friend she said I can stay with her” that was a lie, you didn’t talk to anybody you spend the whole time crying but the idea of leaving was real
“I don’t think I can get past of the betrayal and that won’t help me to feel happy about you, or whatever comes next” you said sitting up
“I don’t know if I can be okay with this, I don’t feel I can ever be happy and that’s not nice, it’s not fair to any of us”
“You’re not leaving “ she said coming closer to you, “we will give you time for as long as you need, you can even ignore me if you want but you’re staying, im not letting you get away from my life, I know we- I didn’t say anything g before but things happened quickly-“
“That’s not true” you interrupted her, “this was planned, you made appointments, you looked for donors, there was so much time, so many opportunities to talk to me, you never even mentioned you wanted a baby or be pregnant I don’t understand why this was such a big secret!”
She was quiet for a moment
“It’s not what you think, this wasn’t a sneaky thing we did in secret, we really didn’t think it’ll work, this was the first attempt, we were gonna talk about it after, we were really shocked” she said looking into your eyes “ and I know it doesn’t excuse keeping you out of the process, but it wasn’t something we planned very well we just did it” she moved to seat next to you, you finally let her hold you again “im really sorry, if it makes you feel better, it’s still very early on, a lot of things can happen and we may never see this baby” she rambled on letting her fingers comb your hair and just holding you tightly
“I’m not sure if I want things to go bad for the baby, but im not sure I want this to go right either” you sigh “I guess time will tell”
You both stayed there for a long time, just together keeping each other calm.
hi friends life’s been a bit hard lately, can someone send me regression fics or little reader fics preferably with mommy Wanda or wandanat please! need to cheer myself up
Can we get more Wanda x reader stuff with why save a wretch like me? 🥺
The Death of Hope
dark!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader
Summary: You’re a mean drunk and Wanda is a paranoid hypocrite.
Warnings: 18+! Minors DNI! dark fic, stockholm syndrome, age gap, mommy kink, occasional brief age play, smut, oral (r giving), strap on (r receiving), strap-warming, somnophilia, alcohol consumption, sadism, abuse, choking, asphyxiation, bone breaking, potential near bleeding out, kinda near death ngl, blood/blood play, knife play (kinda?) - do not try this at home
Word Count: 8.3k
a/n: this is a few requests all put into one drabble. it got very long, but it doesn't chronologically follow the main storyline so i'm still counting it as a drabble and not a main chapter
AU Masterlist
Your day didn't start the way you would have hoped for. It wasn't the worst but waking up to no Wanda laying next to you was never a pleasant experience. You were grumpy as you got out of the warm bed. And even as you looked around the apartment there was still no sight of her. But as you peeked out of the window, you saw her car parked in her designated parking space, and then when you noticed her coat hanging in the hallway, you knew she had to be home. There was only one last place she could have been. Her office. You settled on that realisation and decided to let her work. If she got up early for it, it must have been important.
It wasn't even an hour later when your tummy started to hurt and beg you for food. You tried to ignore it as much as you could but you didn't last long before you caved into your needs and walked to the heavy wooden door separating her office and the rest of the apartment.
Her office, to you, felt like a different world. It didn't feel like a part of the house you lived in. The apartment wasn't distasteful by any means. It was a spacious expensive place. Just from that alone, it was hard to get used to living in it. The expensive marble counters and furniture that probably cost more than your parents' entire house, were all things you enjoyed getting to live amongst, but Wanda's office was by far unlike any corner of the rest of the apartment.
It contained a much darker scene, with a huge desk in the middle of it, and the most comfortable office chair you have ever had the pleasure of sitting in. The cabinets and shelves that lined the walls were custom and handmade from the most sophisticated wood known to man. You used to feel out of place in the apartment but that feeling was quick to pass. However, this one room was a room you didn't think you'd truly ever feel like you belonged in. No matter how many times Wanda bent you over her desk, or how often she ordered you to sit pretty for her in the corner while she worked.
The knock on the door was quiet and you worried she didn't hear it until you heard a clear "Come in," from the other side of the door.
You were nervous about being a bother so when you entered the room your focus remained on the wooden floor as you nervously played with your fingers.
"Hey," Wanda's gentle tone got your attention and made you look up at her. "Come here,"
She turned her chair to face you as you rounded the corner of her desk. Her hands were gentle but firm when she grabbed hold of your backside and pulled you down to sit on her lap. "What's up pretty girl?" She rubbed your back soothingly and you relaxed into her, resting your face in the crook of her neck and letting her hold you for a moment. She hummed a song and slowly moved the chair from side to side, but the moment was promptly broken by the rumbling of your belly.
"Oh no," Wanda said with an exaggerated pout, "Is my baby hungry?"
You were quick to nod your head and you could tell the guilt in her eyes wasn't real but you appreciated that she was at least playing along.
She was quick in putting together the batter for the pancakes as you watched her from across the counter. Half your attention on her, and half on the game she let you play on her phone while you waited. She fed you the pancakes once they were done. There was fruit, whipped cream, and Nutella, and the way she gently held your chin as she brought each piece of the sweet breakfast to your mouth made you just want to cuddle up to her and spend the whole day in her arms. So when she told you she had to get back to work once the breakfast was finished, you huffed and puffed like a little child and grabbed her shirt trying to not let her go. "I want Mommy," you told her all pouty and sweet as you tried to cover up your little fit from a few seconds ago.
She raised an eyebrow at you, before walking you backward and trapping you between her and the wall in the hallway, just a few feet from her office. "How about you be a good, patient girl, and go play while Mommy finishes work,"
You got up onto your tippy toes to give her a kiss, and she leaned forward to deepen it, "But I wanna play with Mommy now," you whispered against her lips and wrapped your leg around hers as you slowly pressed yourself down onto her thigh. Her hands moved from around your waist, lower. She grabbed your hips and pushed you back against the wall, making you groan at the impact.
"Don't be a needy slut, and behave," her tone was sharp and strict and before she could say anything else her phone, still in your pocket, started to ring.
You smirked at her, and she shook her head warningly at the cheeky look in your eyes. You went under one of the arms that were trapping you between her and the wall and ran away with her phone. Knowing you wouldn't get far she gave you some time before going after you. You got to the bedroom and were quickly cornered by her. She pushed you back onto the bed and climbed on top of you before snatching the phone from your hand.
You registered a total amount of zero of the conversation that she was having with whatever important business representative was on the other line. She sat right on your pelvis and the pressure of her weight on you was already enough to give you what you wanted. You just wanted to feel her close. She didn't even look at you when she started to grind her hips into yours.
She continued talking to the person on the phone. And her expression remained one of boredom as she lifted up your shirt and pinched your nipples between her thumb and pointer finger. You squirmed under her as she rolled it between the two fingers and pinched even harder. She rolled her eyes, seemingly at whatever the person on the line said, before moving to do the same with the other. She didn't pay you much attention as she continued her conversation while she slowly rocked her hips against yours.
You got distracted by the feeling, your full focus on her, and the way she moved. You could tell she was starting to find it difficult not to show the pleasure she felt, as her previously bored expression began to shift into a more satisfactory one.
Impatiently, she motioned for you to move to the middle of the bed. You held yourself up on your elbows as you watched her use her free hand to take off her sweats. She didn't give you merely enough time to admire her before she was pushing you back down onto the bed and lowering herself onto your face.
One hand held the phone to her ear and the other was tangled in your hair as she held your head in place. You run your tongue through her fold and your heart fluttered at the pride you felt from just how wet she got for you. You grabbed hold of her ass, your nails scratched the skin there and left behind red lines that faded just as quickly as they appeared. You didn't see her muting the call but you were sure she had because her breathing became heavier, her moans became more audible, and the bed under you squeaked with each one of her progressively more rapid thrusts forward. You made most of every second that she was on you, of every moment that she used her for pleasure because it ended just as quickly as it started.
You whined and tried to grab her again, to bring her back, even after she was done and started to get off of you.
"More, Mommy," you moved down between her legs when she laid down on the bed next to you.
"Nuh-uh," she shook her head and pushed your head back by your forehead.
"But I want more," you whined and complained as you tried again to get a taste of her on your tongue, "I wanna make Mommy cum again, please,"
She held you at a distance and sat up, making you groan in annoyance.
"You won't get anything if you act like that," she warned, quickly making you sit up with her and mumble an apology. "If you behave, and let Mommy work for a few hours maybe I'll call you into my office later, and you can make yourself useful under my desk," she offered. You didn't like the mention of a few hours, but knowing you had no grounds for negations you simply nodded your head. "Good girl," she gave you one last kiss before you heard someone's voice from her phone, 'Hello? Are you listening?'
She quickly unmuted herself, "Yes yes, I'm here sorry, you cut out," she said to the person on the phone as she exited the bedroom.
After laying around for a few hours and feeling bored out of your mind, you decided you had enough of waiting. The day was almost over and Wanda had not left her office since she last spoke to you. You were starting to feel unwanted. She said she'd call eventually and she hasn't. Your feelings were hurt, and you were upset with her so you decided to go to the park just a few blocks from your apartment. You didn't tell her you were leaving, she probably wouldn't care anyway.
The sun was already setting by the time you reached the park. The playground you passed was empty so you decided to go sit on the swings and watch the sunset. You gently swung back and forth, occasionally paying attention to a dog running around or a couple holding hands, walking by, on their evening stroll. It all made you a little lonely. You were starting to miss Wanda again, the attention she'd give you was becoming something you were dependent on. Without it, you felt as though you served no purpose. What was the point of existing if Wanda didn't find you worthy enough of her love and affection?
You lost yourself in your thoughts and lost count of truly how long it's been since you left, or since you last saw Wanda. Your need for her never ceased, it only grew as time without her went on.
But luckily for you, you didn't stay alone for too long.
Your attention was grabbed by the loud squeak of the bright yellow gate that surrounded the playground as it was opened. And turning your head in the direction of the sound you noticed two girls, who looked not much older than you, walking towards the swings you were on. They both gave you warm smiles when they saw you looking at them.
There was one free swing next to you. One of the girls sat on it, while the other leaned against the pole that was holding them up.
You felt intimidated by the two strangers that accompanied you. But you didn't mind, the feeling actually felt kind of familiar and comforting.
“Hi,” You were the first to speak, your voice quiet and meek, and your cheeks warmed up with embarrassment and tinted pink
To your surprise, the girls were kind to you. You were worried they wouldn’t understand you and that you wouldn’t understand them. But you learned that even in the foreign country the younger peoples' English was often good, it was usually the older people who you had trouble communicating with.
The girls made a joke about how they can improve their English skills by talking to you and quickly made you feel at ease. After introducing themselves to you, and you doing the same, the three of you fell into comfortable conversation.
The two girls even tried to help you learn some words and phrases used by people there. Wanda didn't waste time trying to teach you the language. She didn't like the idea of you having that independence. She preferred you having to rely on her for everything, even when it came to communicating with the people you might come into contact with.
You mentioned Wanda to them when they asked you what you were doing out alone so late. "My girlfriend is busy working," you had said, trying to hide your annoyance with her. "I'm giving her some space so she can work in peace,"
One of the girls, Sarah, as you learned, groaned dramatically, “Girlfriend?!”, as she kicked the dirt under her feet. You weren't sure what her reaction meant. For a moment you got worried that mentioning you had a girlfriend might not have been the best idea. But the other girl, Emily, chuckled at Sarah as she got up from the swing she was sitting on. Her lighthearted laugh eased your nervousness before she grabbed the two chains that were holding up the swing you were sitting on and kept you still as she leaned down to be face to face with you.
“Wanna hang out with us instead?” she asked, “A pretty girl like you deserves all the time and attention in the world,” she tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear as her other hand continued to hold onto the swing, “If your girlfriend can’t give you that, you should find someone else that will,”
You didn’t pay much attention to the innuendo of what Emily was saying. Her towering over you, and her firm hold on the swing mixed with the gentleness of her touch when she ran her fingers through your hair was making you wanna lean into it more. To
accept the affection she was offering, the attention you've been craving all day and weren't getting.
“I shouldn’t,” you still tried to argue, even as all the thoughts in your head were screaming at you to say yes. “Mo-” you cut yourself off quickly and looked away in embarrassment before correcting yourself, “She’ll probably wonder where I am,”
“She’s not here now is she?” Sarah spoke, “How long have you been out here?”
It didn't take much longer for the two women to manage to persuade you to come with them.
First, they dragged you to a club, but the bouncer refused to let you in without an ID so the three of you stopped at a corner shop instead. It was starting to get darker and colder. Emily gave you her jacket as the two of you waited outside for Sarah to buy whatever she went in to buy.
She came out with two bottles of alcohol, the label on them wasn't in a language that you could read, you weren't sure what it was.
As you walked back to the part, the two girls told you about the jobs they had, and the things they studied at university. Emily laughed at the mention of Sarah's ex, and they excitedly filled you in on all the current drama that they had going on. You felt embarrassed when they asked about what you studied, and you had to say you didn't go to school. And when they asked about your job, and you had to tell them you didn't work either. They said they were jealous that you got to just do whatever you wanted without having to study or work, and you gave them a tightlipped smile as you nodded along. Your own jealousy grew as you became more and more aware of just how much of life you were missing out on.
Once you finally reached the park and sat down on the bench, Emily noticed the way you were rubbing your upper arms in an attempt to stay warm, her jacket wasn't helping as much as you would have hoped.
“Here this will warm you up,” she said as she passed you the heavy bottle.
It didn’t take much for you to become a dizzy, giggling mess.
“I’m still cold,” you said as you pressed your cheek into Sarah’s shoulder, “The bench is cold,”
The two women sat on either side of you, each so attentive to you and your needs it was making your stomach turn, and you knew it wasn't from the alcohol.
“Come sit here,” Sarah said as she tapped her thigh, she wasn’t sure you’d do it. And you weren’t sure you should but the alcohol in your veins was making you forget who you were, where you were, and how you were taught to act.
So, feeling bold, you straddled her.
Sarah raised an eyebrow at the way you decided to position yourself on top of her but she didn’t complain, and Emily took another swing from the bottle before moving closer to the two of you.
“I called some of our friends,” Emily said, placing a hand on your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze, “You’re fun, I want them to meet you,”
You were close to the parking lot so when a big truck pulled up you heard it. The sound was soon followed by loud music and laughter as the doors of it opened. All three of you looked in the direction of the sound when it interrupted what Sarah was saying.
“Come on,” Emily stood up, “They’re here,”
You knew you probably shouldn’t have gotten into the car with a group of strangers in the middle of the night but you had never drank before and the alcohol, and getting to hang out with people your age, was making you feel things you rarely ever felt. The alcohol made you feel brave and more outgoing but it also made you feel resentment. You were starting to resent Wanda for robbing you of all of this. It was because of her that you didn't get to enjoy growing up the way that the people around you have.
So you got into the truck.
The mood was light even as you introduced yourself to Emily’s friends. You didn't feel even an ounce of awkwardness and you quickly became acquainted with everyone there.
“We started a little bonfire up in the woods,” the boy driving the truck said, as he turned off of the main road and onto a very creepy one.
“Emily?” you sat closer to her and grabbed hold of her arm.
She noticed you were scared so she intertwined her fingers with yours and held you closer, “It’s okay, we’ll have fun,” she reassured, “You’ll see,”
She was right.
The place they took you to was beautiful. It was a little opening in the woods illuminated by a large fire in the middle, as dozens of people, none of them any more than a couple of years older than you, dance around to the music playing. Or stood around with drinks in their hands and talked to each other.
“My favourite is when the fire finally goes out and we can really see the stars,” Sarah whispered to you as she watched you stare in awe at the place and people before you.
“I love looking at the stars,” you told her excitedly.
“If you stay long enough we can,” Emily added.
You did stay long enough.
Natasha and Wanda were long forgotten by the time you had the nth drink of the night handed to you. You lost count of how many there were but it was enough for the nasty taste to turn just pleasant enough. The night went on, and slowly the number of people present lowered. The remainder of the people sat around the now smoldering bonfire. “How old’s your girlfriend?” someone asked, and even with the brief reminder of her existence, you didn’t feel the panic or fear that maybe you should have felt.
“Thirty-Two,” you said casually and didn't notice the slight gasps from some of the people around you.
“Damn,” Jack, the boy who drove you here, said, “And I thought our age gap was big,” he wrapped his arm around Tom, his boyfriend, and they fell into conversation amongst themselves again. You heard someone ask how much older Tom was, to which Jack responded, “Four years,” before Emily tapped your shoulder and whispered for you to follow her.
You were smiling brightly, and feeling so happy and so carefree for the first time in a long time but when you noticed the worried look on Emily's face, you quickly became worried too.
"What's wrong?" you asked, "Where are we going?" You realised she was taking you back in the direction of where the truck and other cars were parked.
"Your girlfriend is here," She may as well have pushed you off the edge of a cliff. The words echoed in your head and your walking slowed, trying to prolong the time before having to face her as much as possible. "Come on, she looks pissed," Even Emily was scared, you could hear it in her voice.
Wanda was leaning against her car, looking as angry as ever, but to your surprise, you weren't as scared as you felt you should have been - then you almost tripped on your own feet and realised it might have been from the liquid courage you'd been drinking all night. Emily grabbed hold of you to make sure you wouldn't fall, and Wanda, watching the scene unfold before her, was doing everything in her power not to let her impulsiveness and rashness win over this time.
"Get in the car," The second you were close enough she grabbed you and pulled you out of Emily's hold.
"But I wanna go say bye to my friends," you argued as you tried to pry your arm out of her hold.
Emily remained quiet as she watched you fight back against the older woman, her worry for your safety growing with each passing second.
"They're not your friends," Wanda hissed.
The words hurt you more than she knew. They reminded you of the true loneliness you felt and your anger and resentment towards Wanda only grew as you blamed her for it all. She was the reason you didn't have friends. She took you from them. And now she was doing it again.
"Fuck you," the words were so full of hate, but they barely even left your mouth before Wanda slapped you across your face.
Emily gasped, and Wanda ignored her.
"Get in the fucking car," she used force now, no longer having the patience for verbal commands. She opened the door and, useless as your attempts at fighting back were, had you in the back seat within seconds. The back doors had the child locks turned on, making it impossible for you to open the door from the inside even as you persistently tried to do so.
Emily, the kind girl that she was, stepped forward and tried to help you. She was the only one you ever really saw try. "Hey!" she shouted to get Wanda's attention, "What the fuck, let her out," she tried to go open the door from the outside but Wanda blocked her path, "She clearly doesn't want to leave with you,"
"You're the expert on what she wants now are you?" Wanda stepped forward to try to get the girl to move away from the car, "How long have you known her, huh?" Her jealousy was raging, and so was she.
Emily remained silent. You couldn't blame her for it, Wanda was an intimidating woman.
Wanda scoffed, "Right," one more step forward and Emily backed up again. "Go off now," she was condescending like she was always so good at, "Go get wasted with your friends and forget about her," she was threatening her now, without even having to really threaten the girl with anything, her tone was enough for the message to be received loud and clear, "Do not ever try to contact her again,"
Emily looked back for a moment, probably searching for Sarah, unsure of what to do. But when she looked back at you, you made sure to smile at her as genuinely as you could, and with a nod of your head, you let her know that it was okay. You'd be okay. You wish you could have thanked her for being the reason you got to experience a night like that one, but all you could do was give her one last wave before Wanda's car sped off.
Your cheek hurt as you sat in the back of the car with your arms crossed, “I was having fun,” your grumpiness was evident in your tone and it made Wanda’s grip on the steering wheel tighten.
“Don’t say another word, unless you want to make things worse for yourself,”
You huffed in annoyance and stomped your feet against the floor of the car before you extended your foot out and repeatedly kicked Wanda’s seat. “I hate you,” your anger grew along with the kicks to her seat “I’m not a child, I can go out and have fun with my friends if I want to,”
You didn’t notice the red light you were approaching. With no time to move your foot away, it was grabbed by Wanda’s strong hand the moment the car came to a stop. She squeezed down on your calf and used her elbow to twist your foot in the other direction. You screamed as sharp pain shot into your ankle and you tried to jerk your leg around to get her to let go. You didn't have enough strength in you to fight her, she watched as tears started to form and your attempts at fighting her back stopped once you realised it. She only let go when a car horn was heard, telling her the light turned green.
Your ankle ached as you sat in the back seat with tears streaming down your face. But you still didn't stop expressing your thoughts out loud, the alcohol in your system making you more honest than you usually were. Making you say things you didn't even know you felt. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you…” it went on, you kept saying it over and over, in whispers almost too quiet to hear, but you knew she heard it. “You took away all the fun years of my life, to keep me locked up in your ugly apartment,” you kicked the seat again, this time the unoccupied passenger seat in front of you. You stared at the mud stain your shoe left behind and then you did it again. “I could have made friends, and got to experience real love,”
Wanda was having a hard time trying to ignore your drunk ramblings.
“But you’re so fucking selfish, you just couldn’t let me be.” You were getting sleepy and your words were becoming more and more slurred as you went on. “Couldn’t let me live my life, my better life, without you. Couldn’t let me love my actual girlfriend. Couldn’t let me be my own person. Couldn’t let me-” you lost your train of thought. “But no one would want you any other way, I guess,”
The last line was the most incomprehensible one as you fell asleep by the time the last word managed to leave your mouth. Wanda tried to tell herself that you're drunk, and have no idea what you're saying. That you didn't mean any of it. She knew you didn't mean it.
It felt like you only closed your eyes for a few seconds but the front door of the car slamming shut brought you back. And a rough hand grabbing your hair and pulling you out of the car fully woke you up. You shrieked in pain, and she let you fall onto the concrete floor of the parking lot outside your apartment building. “Get up,” her voice was cold. And you couldn't fully remember why she was being so mean.
She let you walk in front of her as you made your way to the elevator and didn't say a word to you on the way up.
“On your knees,” she said the moment she closed the door behind her and took off her coat. It was at that moment that you realised you were still wearing Emily’s jacket.
You ignored her order.
“I’m tired, Wanda,” you said as you turned to walk into your shared bedroom. You didn’t even hear her following behind you, too focused on trying to stay upright. But the moment you reached the bedroom she kicked the back of your legs and made you fall to the floor.
She didn't say a word as you groaned in pain and tried to get back up again. She grabbed something from the dresser and by the time she turned her attention back to you, you were clumsily trying to climb onto the bed. She grabbed you by your hair and made sure you didn't.
The belt she wrapped around your neck was cold and rough. And it kept you in place when her palm collided with the side of your face. Tears were already stinging at your eyes, almost as much as your cheek did from the hit, but you didn't let yourself cry.
“You tell me you’re an adult, yet you act like a disobedient little brat." she slapped you again and pulled on the belt that she had wrapped around your neck like it was a leash, the pressure increasing as the loop around your neck tightened, you instinctively moved as she pulled it towards her in an attempt to ease the way it was choking you.
She used her foot to push down on your thighs to keep you kneeling in front of her. The pressure around your neck was becoming increasingly more difficult to endure, your drunken state was already making you lightheaded and dizzy and Wanda was only making it worse. The rough leather was digging into your neck making your skin burn. You felt you were rapidly losing all your remaining strength and you knew your consciousness would soon follow. Wanda was staring at you with joy as you struggled to fight her and as you struggled to move. She was always the stronger one, she made sure of that. She kept you kneeling for her, unable to stand without having to use much of her strength at all as she continued to pull the belt up and towards her, almost like she wanted to hang you. But defiant as you were you attempted to use your hands to make her stop.
Weakly, your hands grabbed the dark leather she had wrapped around your throat and you tried to pull it back towards you, in an attempt to lessen just how tight the loop around your neck was. It worked for a second and you managed to whimper out, "Mommy, please stop,"
Wanda scoffed as she slapped away your hand and continued to pull, she didn't think about the possibility of killing you. She was never the rational one. At that moment all she wanted was for you to be in pain, she wanted you punished. Those emotions were driving every one of her actions. So when you reached out again and tried to get her to let go of the belt, she grabbed your hand.
For a moment you thought you had gotten what you wanted, you felt victorious as you were finally able to breathe properly and as the uncomfortableness around your neck lessened. Your prideful moment didn't last long, however.
She did not let go of your hand. But this time she let you stand up as you attempted to yank it out of her hold when she started to twist your left pointer finger.
"You are not in charge here," pulling your hand away from hers wasn't an option when she grabbed your hair with her other and harshly tugged at it so that you would look up at her. Her face was so close to yours, you could feel her hot breath on your lips. But the only thing you could focus on was the increasing pain in your finger the more and more she pushed it back, "You do not get to decide when things stop," she pushed back harder and the anger in her voice was making you want to disappear, "Or when they start," and a little more. You should have tried harder to stay with Emily, "Or where you go," the way she was pulling at your hair was almost starting to hurt just as much as the way she was pressing back on your finger, "Or who you go there with,"
"Do you understand me?"
You used the window to speak to beg her to let go of you, "You're hurting me please stop. Mommy, it hurts so much," you were trying not to show your fear and your pain, but the moment you opened your mouth to speak the tears you were attempting to hold back started to stream down your face, and the shakiness in your voice could have been clearly heard by anyone listening. Unluckily for you, only Wanda was listening and she didn't care.
You heard the snap when with one last final, stronger push of her hand forward she broke a bone in your finger. The way you screamed in pain hurt your throat more than anything Wanda or Natasha have ever done to it. And you didn't think the pain you felt in your hand could compare to any of the pain that the two women had inflicted on you so far.
It was like the snap of your bone, and the scream that left you after, finally pulled Wanda out of whatever jealous, rage-filled trance she was in. She let go of you and you quickly cradled your finger with the palm of your other hand and took multiple steps back away from her.
She gave you a moment. But it was more for her than it was for you. She needed to take in exactly what she had done. Your red eyes that refused to look at her, your shaking hands, your bruised knees, the light purple mark that was already forming on your cheek, and the bloody collar-like ring that went all the way around your neck. It made her heart swell with love for you. And, for a moment, she forgot why she even had to punish you in the first place.
"Come lie down, honey," Wanda's voice was so sweet and gentle compared to the way it was just a few moments ago.
You did as you were told, with how afraid you were of her in that moment, you didn't want to risk things getting even worse.
You laid down on your back, still keeping your hurting finger tightly wrapped in your hand as you held both your hands close to your chest. You sniffled and the tears continued to fall but your sobbing ceased. You stared at the ceiling and counted the stars there to calm down. You felt Wanda's eyes on you and were grateful that she has yet to make a move to touch you again.
She was deep in thought about what exactly to do with you. Her first fit of rage has subsided, but she still felt incredibly possessive over you. You belonged to her, and no one knew so they all thought they could come in and take what's hers. She wasn't having any of it. She thought about getting you a collar. A nice one, she'd even let you choose the colour. The tag would say exactly who you belonged to, where to return you if you strayed too far from home, and who to call if anything were to happen. Maybe she'd even put a tracker into it to make things easier for herself.
The thought didn't last long, as she realised she wanted to it be more personal. She didn't want to hurt you anymore, at least not today but she knew it had to be done. She loved you so so much and you hurt her. Your words hurt her. So it was only fair to make you feel all of her pain. And in the process remind you, and tell everyone else, just who it was that owned you.
"Wait here, my sweet little Bambi," she leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your bruised cheek, "I'll be right back,"
She never cut you before, she threatened to do it more times than you could count, but she never ever actually did it. You didn't think she ever would. But when she returned to the room with a sharp knife, a bowl of fruit, and a sick determined look on her face you knew that this time it wasn't just a threat. The alcohol from your long night was still in your veins, and all you could do was hope that it would soften your surroundings, and your pain.
She placed the two objects down on the bedside table before she kneeled on the mattress and motioned for you to sit up. She could see the reluctance and fear in your eyes so before she did anything she brought your fragile body closer to her and, this time, was met with zero resistance from you.
"You'll always be my good girl, you know that right?" she stroked your hair and you weren't sure if she was expecting a response, "My best girl," she added with a kiss pressed to the top of your head as you rested against her chest. "But don't tell Natasha," she attempted to joke, to lighten up the mood, and to her delight it worked. A timid giggle escaped you before you cuddled closer into her.
"I'm sorry, Mommy," you mumbled against the fabric of her shirt. You got used to the dull ache in your hand and were hoping that maybe if you were good now she wouldn't do whatever it was that she brought the knife over for.
"I know you are, baby," she moved back a little so that she could make you look her in the eyes, "You really are such a pretty little girl," she moved your hair out of your face so that she could get a better look at you, "I can't blame them for wanting to take you away from Mommy,"
You open your mouth to argue, but she was quick to shush you.
"Nuh-uh Bambi, don't try to defend them now," she moved her thumb across your bottom lip, "We're gonna make sure nothing like that ever happens again, okay love?"
The fear in your eyes must have been evident to her because when she got up and sat you down on the bed again, she turned to face you and stroked your cheek as she looked down at you and spoke; "Don't be scared, okay?" her words didn't help to make you feel any better but the way her previously violent hand was gently holding your face was making you want to willingly give her anything she could ever want. "It will hurt for a while, but it will heal. It'll be just like getting a tattoo," she lied and let go of you to get the sharp knife, "You always said you wanted a tattoo."
You sat there frozen when she turned towards you again, "Take your shirt off for me, angel,"
She made you lie back down on the bed again, turning you slightly to your side and straddling you. "You have to stay really really still, okay?"
You took in a deep breath and nodded your head. You did everything you could to suppress your pain-filled screams, having lost the energy to fight you simply laid there as she carved the letters into you. As the sharp blade of the knife ripped your skin apart over and over again your focus was on the soft humming coming from Wanda and the way she subtly moved her hips against you, similarly to the way she did in the morning. Your heart was racing and you felt the streaks of red liquid move down your back and down your stomach as a small puddle of warm wet blood formed under you and seeped into the mattress.
"Fuck," Wanda groaned, as she pushed her hips down into yours again, "You did so well for me, my little Bambi," You heard the knife clatter as she threw it onto the floor next to the bed, and winced as she leaned forwards and kissed your cheek again, and then again, before she turned your face towards hers and hummed into the kiss once your lips finally met. "You made a mess," she said against your lips, "I'll go get a towel,"
She got up off of you and her rapid movement made your head spin, "Mommy, I don't feel good," the words were barely comprehensible as you had little to no strength left in your body, your attempts at keeping your eyes open so that you could see her were also becoming more and more futile.
"Have some fruit baby," Wanda passed you the bowl of fruit as she tried to ignore her brief and fleeting worry. She would never let herself think she took it too far. You were there to survive through everything she decided to put you through. "You got cut up apples here," she brought the apple slice to your mouth and patiently waited for you to chew and swallow it before she grabbed another piece of fruit, "And apricots,"
"Open," she instructed to get your attention. "Have the grapes too, okay baby? I'll be back in a second."
You're not sure how much time passed since she left, you ate a few more pieces of fruit before you drifted off to a half-sleep-like state. You weakly writhed away from her when you felt her press the cold wet towel against your new wound. "We might have to sleep in the guest room tonight, Bambi," her voice was gentle as she spoke when she noticed the mess under you. "And I'll have to buy a new mattress,"
She got into bed next to you and firmly held the towel against your side to stop the wound from bleeding. Your clothes, her clothes, the mattress, and the sheets all had remnants of your blood on them, but Wanda didn't mind and you were too gone to notice.
"Here have some juice too," she must have gotten it while you were out of it cause you don't remember her bringing it to the room, "I want you to get your energy and strength back,"
The rest of the night went by slowly as Wanda gave you all the time to recover. She made sure you were okay, kept you awake, and fed you as she waited for you to be well enough to get out of the stained bed. Once she figured enough time has passed, she helped you up and into the shower where she continued her gentleness as you remained but a passive, weak, and tired, barely human, life form for her to do with as she pleased. She washed you and patched you up, before deciding to leave the bloody bed behind and bringing you to lay down in the other room.
The bed there was cold, mattress firm from rarely ever being used, but at least it was a dry bed for the two of you to sleep in comfortably. She dried you off and tucked you in, and within moments you were peacefully asleep.
Wanda was just as tired as you were. Her night was long.
The panic she felt when she left her office and found the apartment empty. The stress she felt when she couldn't find you in the park. Her growing worry when it kept getting darker and you still weren't showing up. The argument she got into with Natasha after Natasha blamed her for your disappearance. And the anxiety she felt as she waited for Natasha to try to use the street and road cameras to try to figure out where you might be. It was all so exhausting for her.
It was already four in the morning by the time you fell asleep, but Wanda wasn't finished with you. Not yet. Even with how much she just wanted to lie down and sleep, she needed to feel you close. She sneaked out of the room, careful not to wake you up, to get what she needed before quickly making her way back to the guest room.
Laying down next to you, she made sure not to press down too hard on your bandaged ribs as she moved you to lay on top of her. She spread her legs to bracket you between them and when she knew you felt her she started moving her hips up into yours. Rubbing her clothed dick against your cunt as she groped your ass and kept you pressed against her. You pushed your face into Wanda's neck and took in a shaky breath before whining out a barely audible "Mommy," that was quickly met with her rubbing your back and telling you to go back to sleep, "Let Mommy, use her pretty girl for a little bit longer, sweetheart," she whispered as she pulled down the pajama shorts she put you in, "You just rest and let Mommy make your princess parts feel all full and tingly, you'd like that wouldn't you?"
You nodded your head in response. "Are you already nice and wet for me, baby?" she felt up your slit with her fingers, before lifting up your hips and sinking you down onto her strap. "You can be a nice little cock sleeve for me tonight,"
Wanda fell asleep soon after, along with you. It was a couple of hours later that she woke up again to you grinding your hips and making the base of the strap-on press into her. You were still asleep but even as Wanda tried to keep you from moving you started up again just a few seconds after she'd gotten you to stop.
Just as she was when she got you to lay on her chest, she used the gentlest of touches to get you to lie back down on the bed. She moved with you, making sure you stayed stuffed full of her as she moved to lay on top of you this time. It was like you were her porcelain doll, and her only job now was to make sure you didn't break.
"My sweet little girl," she'd praise you even as you slept. Her thrusts into you picked up fast. Having already gotten so worked up as the two of you slept. She was making the whole bed shake, and your body move along with it. Your face was scrunched up in pleasure, but your eyes remained closed even when she moved her hand down to rub your clit. You subconsciously wrapped a leg around Wanda to keep her closer as you slowly started to move your hips up to meet her movements. Wanda's own need for release kept growing the more she watched you. There was something about just being so ready for her all the time, so willing to please no matter what, that made it so easy for her to fall over the edge. It was soon followed by you letting out a breathy moan as your own orgasm washed over you. To Wanda's surprise, even then, you didn't wake up. You cuddled up to her immediately when she got back into bed with you after having taken off her harness.
It was late in the morning by then, but she fell asleep again and only woke up when it was already long past lunchtime. She noticed the blood stain that bled through your bandages, and was gentle enough not to hurt you as she lay on her side and collected some of the blood on her fingers. When she dragged one of the bloodied fingers across your stomach it left a nice red line behind it, she did it again. Until the lines spelled out 'I Love You' on your tummy. She wiped the rest against your bottom lip before waking you up with a kiss.
"Good morning, sweet girl,"
You mumbled something that almost sounded like 'Morning,' as you tried to fight off the sleep that was trying to pull you back in.
"I know you probably don't remember much of what you said to me on the drive home last night," she said softly as you finally started to wake up. "But speaking to me like that is unacceptable, no matter how drunk you are,"
You didn't even fully open your eyes yet before she had you hiding your face away in shame.
"You acted like a spoiled teen, so I think it's only fair I treat you like one," she pulled your head back from where you were pressing it into her chest so that she could look at you when she spoke. "From now on, you will be doing all the chores," your eyes widened in shock and you were going to argue but with just one warning look from Wanda you knew to keep your mouth shut, "And you are not allowed to leave this apartment on your own until I decide you have earned that right,"
"Yes, Mommy," you nodded your head without any further opposition.
What was Wanda’s reaction to the reader first saying I love you? to her…?♥️
Happy Meal
Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader
Summary: Wanda took away your viddy game privileges, so you decide to pass the time by coming up with pick-up lines and trying them out on her.
Warnings: 18+! Minors DNI! this drabble is a part of an 18+ AU smut, fluff, stockholm syndrome
Word Count: 2.7k
a/n: these pick-up lines are not made up by me, and are all very much from the internet. i imagine this to be set maybe a year or two into their “relationship”. + i've been writing this for like multiple weeks, since before you even sent this ask nonnie. i finally finished it today and it does happen to answer your question so here you go, hope you enjoy :) ... also that fckingg gif she's so hot i can't
AU Masterlist
Wanda cut the cable to your console and took away one of your only sources of entertainment in this apartment. It led to the most boring and uneventful days of your life.
Currently, the tennis ball in your hand is the only amusement you could find. You're laying under the dining table and bouncing it off of the bottom of it when you finally hear the sound of keys jiggling from the other side of the door. Wanda left to go grocery shopping hours ago so when you hear she's finally back you're already halfway to her, but your more unruly side stops you. And instead, you opt to stay on the floor and rest your legs up on one of the chairs.
It’s probably the boredom talking but you're missing the rush you feel when she gets mad at you. Choosing death, you throw the tennis ball in the direction of the kitchen, hoping to hit something valuable. You aren't looking so you don't see when Wanda catches the ball and glares at you. The lack of crashing coming from her side of the room causes you to peek from behind your eyelids.
You make eye contact with the annoyed woman standing above you as soon as you open your eyes.
“Hi, Mommy,” you say, innocently looking up at her.
She doesn’t say anything simply holds the ball up above your face and lets it go. You don’t have time to dodge it before it bounces off your forehead.
“Owww,” you groan and dramatically roll to your side, pressing your palm against your forehead.
Wanda ignores your dramatics and walks back to the kitchen. “Come help me put away the groceries.”
“No,” you mumble so quietly you’re sure she didn’t hear.
“Can I have my games back, please.” you plea aimlessly, after a few moments of silence.
You didn’t even notice she was back, only when you feel the heel of her foot dig into your side do you realise just how close she is. Once she gets your attention she continues to walk in the direction of the living room.
“Come,”
She does this thing, this tone thing, a shift in the way she speaks when you’re like this. When you’re… testy. She loves how much control she has over you even when you, frankly, waste so much energy trying to fight it. Like now, that one little word, and that subtle change to her tone have you stumbling after her, and kneeling in front of her instantly.
She's sitting down on the couch, and you try to get as far up as you can, seeking to reach her lips, to give her a kiss. But she moves back and you, too preoccupied watching your target retreat, don’t notice the palm heading for your cheek. That is until it collides and forces your face to harshly turn to the side from the force. You almost let it slip, you almost ask her to do it again. You bite your lip to keep quiet but your attempts at hiding your smile are futile. You remember the line you came up with and a giggle bursts out of your mouth.
“Did you go crazy in the few hours I left you alone?” Wanda asks as she eyes you with concern.
“Is your dad a boxer?" you pause pretending to wait for an answer as she watches you cautiously, "Because you’re a knockout!” you say, and not being able to hold it any more you break out into a fit of laughter.
Wanda looks unimpressed, watching as you try to regain control and calm down.
“It really wasn’t that funny.”
“It was a pick up line.” you say as you climb up into her lap, “I made it just for you.”
“Oh, you made it, did you?”
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It’s been a week with no TV and you managed to get Wanda to go on a date with you. You already put on the clothes she picked out for you and are now impatiently waiting in the living room for her to come out.
You finally hear the creaking of the door opening after what felt like two hours of staring at the white wall. Her footsteps come closer and closer and your heart beats faster and faster. You love Wanda. You know that now. And you know she loves you too because she tells you all the time but you loving her back was something you never wanted to happen. You’re not stupid, you know you’re not supposed to love her but you do. And a part of you thinks she’ll probably laugh in your face and call you names if you tell her. ‘Look at you, what a dumb little girl in love with her abuser.' Kidnapper? Would Wanda ever call herself that? Would she even admit to the abuse? She doesn’t like to admit that that’s what she is and that that's what she does. You think she’s trying to make you forget. Sometimes you do forget. Like in these moments. When she stands in front of you dressed in a black suit, a white baggy shirt underneath with the top buttons undone. And her hair; messy but perfect. You consider canceling the date and just letting her take you now. But you don’t tell her that.
You get up from your seat and walk towards her, wondering if she likes it when you look at her like this - When you desire her, or if she prefers when you don’t.
“What do you think?” you can hear a hint of uncertainty in her voice, almost like she’s insecure. Which is not a characteristic you’d ever give her but it makes you love her even more. It makes her seem more human.
“Are you a parking ticket?” you ask and you can already see the warning in Wanda’s eyes, the silent ‘Do not finish that sentence,' you do anyway “Because you’ve got FINE written all over you.”
“We’re staying home,” she says and you can tell she’s joking because you catch a glimpse of the smile she’s trying to hide right before she turns away from you.
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“I got you something!” Wanda shouts as soon as she opens the front door.
You sprint to her so fast you almost slip on the hardwood floor.
“What is it?” you ask as you rush into the room and crash into her. “Is it a new cable?”
“You’re an addict,” she says as she shoves a plastic bag into your hands. “We got that new fridge, so I got you some magnets.” she shrugs but you are wary because she has never gotten you a gift before, not one you enjoyed at least.
She got you a set of colourful alphabet magnets.
“Thank you, this is perfect.” you say as an idea crosses your mind.
“Perfect huh?” Wanda asks teasingly.
“Yes, come.” you grab her hand and drag her to the kitchen.
“Watch.” Wanda stands back and watches in amusement as you spill the packet of plastic letters on the counter and search the pile for the ones you need.
“If I could rearrange the alphabet," you start, turning to the fridge, "I’d put U" you place the yellow ‘U’ magnet on it, “and I together.” you finish off, placing the green ‘I’ next to the 'U'.
Wanda just stares at you with an unreadable expression.
“I regret buying you that.” she deadpans before walking away.
“Come on,” you follow after her. “That one was good.”
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On week two of no digital entertainment, you persuade Wanda to let you go to the local library to get some books. She doesn’t believe that you won’t just use the computers there so she comes with you. The English section is limited but you find some books that look interesting. You don’t understand what the woman is saying until Wanda turns to you and tells you that she’s making you an account in the library so that you can get your books. She uses a fake name for you. And you can see her trying to be as nonchalant about it as she can but you know the inescapable action reminded her of your true dynamic. The way she holds onto you much tighter as the two of you walk back home is a clear indicator of the uneasiness she felt when she was forced to face the reality, your reality - which is much different from hers. You try to ignore the bruising grip she has on your upper arm while you tell her about the books you got.
She gives you your new library card once the two of you reach home. You take the card from her and stare at it. As if seeing the wheels in your brain turning she backs away.
“No. Stop that right now. Don’t even finish that thought.” she presses her hands to the sides of her head and covers her ears.
“It’s a good thing I have my library card,” you say extra loud as you hold up the card she gave you.
“La La La.” Wanda’s volume matches yours.
“Because I am totally checking you out.”
“I can’t hear you. La La La.” She sing-songs loudly as she walks away. “Go read your books!” she shouts before her office door slams shut.
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"I wanna watch a movie," you say. It's less of a suggestion and more of a demand.
Wanda is sitting at her desk, in the office she doesn't usually let you into. You didn't care this time, like most times, and simply walked through the door and stated your case. You want to watch a movie.
She has to let you. It's been three weeks. You were starting to get used to living like a seventeenth-century servant but sometimes you still craved your screens, like right now.
You think Wanda's going to throw a book at you or tell you to go count the cars or something.
"What do you want to watch?" she asks instead.
"Anything."
So she puts on Hugo. You've seen the movie more times than you have read every book in this apartment, but you watch it as if it's the first movie you've ever seen.
Wanda's attention is mostly focused on playing with your hair, uninterested in watching the movie again. She tries to keep you still when you start to fidget in her arms. "Stop moving," she instructs as she tugs at your hair. You groan at the pain and turn your body to face her. Resting your chin just above her belly button, you look up at her. "Why aren't you watching the movie?"
"I've seen it already," she says, and you move further up her body.
"So have I," you mumble, adding "Kiss?" and exaggeratedly puckering your lips.
She rolls her eyes before giving you a quick peck. You sit up, straddling her hips as you point to the TV. Hugo just got to the top of the clock tower. The view from up there is beautiful and your heart rate picks up. Wanda notices how nervous you've become from the way you're playing with the hem of her shirt. "What's wrong?" she asks, grabbing your hands and rubbing her thumb across your knuckles.
"I need to tell you something," you say looking down at the way she's holding your hands in hers. You're getting more nervous by the second but know you don't have much more time. The scene is going to end soon. "Mommy, look at the TV," you tell her as you lay down again and rest your cheek on her shoulder, you can see some of the TV from behind her head and it finally shows what you're looking for - the view of the Eiffel Tower.
“Are you French?"
"Bambi," she warns and squeezes your waist.
"Because Eiffel for you,” you add quickly.
You wait for her response but it's the same as her reaction to all the other pick-up lines you used.
“I hate you.” she mumbles, her attentions still on the TV.
"Mommy," you whine, "I'm serious,"
She looks at you confused.
"I love you," you say, voice still quiet as admitting it makes this all too real. By speaking those three words out loud you tighten the chain around your neck and lock it yourself. Swallowing the key, you say it again, this type with more certainty and firmness in your voice, "I am in love with you,"
"Oh really?" Wanda's teasing tone is clear as she raises an eyebrow at you but the happiness in her eyes is even more evident. She wraps her arms around your waist and brings you closer to her. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, she makes you rest on her chest and whispers "You know I love you too my little Bambi,"
The movie was quickly forgotten when you started to press light kisses to Wanda's covered nipples. She made you ride her thigh until you were dripping wet and when the credits rolled she picked you up and carried you into the bedroom before throwing you onto the bed.
Your legs hang off the edge of the mattress when she aligns the strap with your cunt. "Say it again," she demands as she enters you with the tip of her cock but refuses to go any further. You try to move your hips but her hold on you keeps you in place.
"What?" you ask, unsure of what she wants you to say.
"Do you really love me?" that rare uncertainty is back again when she asks you and it makes you want to hold her.
"Yes," you're honest and full of devotion. Reaching out for her, you get her to come closer. "I love you so much," you whisper against her soft lips before pressing yours against them in a tender, love-filled kiss.
And then she finally bottoms out inside you, making you tell her again. And again when her movements start to pick up. Your body is bouncing on the bed as she ruts into you and you cry out your declarations of love between moans until coherent words are no longer something you can give her.
She can tell you're getting closer and stops abruptly, making you moan in need. "I got one for you," she says, but you're too focused on reaching your high to care about what she's talking about. You roll your hips into hers, and try to get her to keep moving. "Do you not care about what Mommy has to say?"
"I do, Mommy," you reach for her again, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her down into another kiss. She hums and pulls away before you can deepen it any further.
"You remind me of a Happy Meal..." she says as she almost fully pulls out.
"Mommy," you protest between giggles.
"Because I'm going to make you come with a toy inside.” she finishes with a smirk, turning your giggles into laughter, and then into a loud moan that she pulls out of you when she thrusts her cock back into you.
She grins down at you, proud of her pick-up line as she watches you come undone around her strap.
She lets you ride out your orgasm and before she can pull out you wrap your legs around her hips, keeping the toy nestled deep inside you as you pull her to lay down on top of you.
"That was a good one," you say. One of your hands rubs her back, and the other rests on her head, holding her against the crook of your neck as you listen to her breathing slowly even out.
"I love you," she says as you run your fingers through her hair. It's something she has told you many times before, but unlike those times, this time you finally say it back.
Summary: Wanda leaves America with more than just a fridge magnet.
Warnings: 18+! Minors DNI! dark!fic, non-con, death threats, knife use, gun use, large age gap (r is 18), virgin!r, degradation, praise, slut shaming
Word Count: 3.1k
AU Materlist
The trip to the States was a spontaneous one for Wanda. When she mentioned it to Natasha the night before her flight, Natasha gave her a short list of places that she should visit.
One of the places Natasha wrote down was a restaurant. As Wanda walks in she’s amazed by how much it looks like a classic 60s diner. It's like something right out of the sitcoms she used to watch as a kid and she loves it.
She's looking over the menu on the wall above the front counter when the bell by the door behind her rings, followed by the laughter of a group of teens. Wanda reflexively turns her head in the direction of the sound.
That's when she first sees you. Her mind isn’t filled with insatiable desire for you right away. But she does watch you with fascination as you follow your friends to the booth and look over the menu. She watches as you play and lose rock paper scissors against them. She watches as they push you out of the booth and towards the counter.
She realises she's been staring when you look up and make eye contact with her.
It's you who smiles at her, and it's you who approaches her, and it's you who speaks to her first.
"You should try the new Hot Fudge Sundae, they say it's really good." you say as you stand next to her and wait for the waitress.
"Who's they?" she asks as she looks you over. You're even prettier up close.
"The sundae Gods of course." you point up subtly and wink at her.
She chuckles, but before she can respond the employee comes. You give her your order, before walking back to your friends and not giving her a second glance. To you, the interaction was nothing more than friendly small talk with a stranger you were never going to see again. But for Wanda, it opened a can of worms that she didn't even attempt to close.
She orders the Hot Fudge Sundae and sits in a booth on the other side of the room. She watches as you drape yourself all over the girl that's sitting next to you. She grinds her teeth at the way the girl's hand rests on your exposed thigh. You're dressed like a slut. A short skirt, and a tank top that leaves nothing to the imagination.
Her leg bounces as her body is filled with apprehension. She taps her pocket checking if the small knife Nat gave her is still there, seeing as it is she stands up. Her next actions are as spontaneous as her trip to this country was. She doesn't think it through when she follows you to the bathroom. She doesn't know what her plan is when she locks the door or when she checks under all the other stalls making sure you two were alone. When you walk out of your stall you smile at her kindly and go to wash your hands. She's leaning against the sink inspecting the way you move, and the way your body tenses under her stare.
"It was okay." she says suddenly, and you look at her confused, "The Sundae," she clarifies.
It takes you a moment but you realise what she's talking about as you remember who she is. "Good, I'll try it next time." you say awkwardly, as if not wanting to speak to her. Wanda's eyes furrow as you make your way towards the door. It hurts her a little, seeing how quickly you forgot about her, but it makes her furious seeing how you're trying to get away from her. She doesn't think twice before she grabs your wrist and pushes your back against the sink.
"What the fuck? Let me go." you try to fight her but she's much stronger. She can see the way you begin to panic and just as you're about to scream she covers your mouth.
That's the moment her mind finally catches up to her. She realises how risky her being here with you right now is but it's too late to turn back, so she pulls out her knife and shows it to you. "You scream and I'll slice your neck," she warns as she drags the knife from the top of your neck down to your cleavage.
Tears start to stream down your face as you begin to fear for your life. Wanda comes to love the fear that she sees in your eyes.
She had a feeling you weren't wearing a bra and the feeling is confirmed when she lifts your shirt up and is met with the mouth-watering sight of your tits right there for the taking.
"Such a dirty little slut, you're just asking for it aren't you?"
You shake your head but she tsks at you when she notices. Her hands are soft when they come up to hold the sides of your head. She presses her forehead against yours and stares into your eyes, loving the way your big tears spill over and roll down your cheeks. She squeezes your head harder and the handle of the knife she's holding presses against your skull as she forces you to nod your head.
"Say it." she brings the blade to your face and softly drags it down your cheek. You close your eyes unable to hold eye contact any longer. Her eyes are full of curiosity as she watches the way your body reacts to her, there's not a single hint of malice in them. "Come on princess, look at me?" the pitch of her voice increases as the question leaves her mouth, she sounds almost innocent, and you have to remind yourself she's not. You open your eyes and are met with her bright, and somehow comforting smile when you do. "There you go, see it's not so hard." the tone with which she's talking to you mixed with the sharp blade she's holding to your skin is making your head spin. "Now, repeat after me," her voice is quiet and condescending, she whispers the next words with excitement. "I'm a desperate little slut, and I need Mommy to fuck me."
The tears that were close to stopping return. Your vision is blurry but you can still see the satisfaction in the woman's eyes. "Let me hear it, pretty girl."
Wanda is patient, she waits as you refuse to speak. She takes a small step back and drags the knife down your body, not pressing in at all, the only thing that it leaves in its wake are the goosebumps that appear on your skin. When she reaches your breasts she uses the tip to circle your nipple watching, transfixed, as it hardens before moving to the do the same with the other. She lives for the way your body twitches and the way you're desperately trying not to lean into the feeling. "I'm waiting," she reminds you. "It's easy, baby." the blade travels lower, and your stomach tenses under it as it moves to the hem of your skirt.
"My friends are going to come looking for me." you don't know if they will, you told them that you'll meet them in the park but you're hoping that maybe someone stayed behind.
"That's not what I asked to hear," you think you can hear the anger start to show from behind the fake sweetness of her voice. "How about we try again?" she's not as slow with her movements now. She lifts you up onto the counter with ease, before lifting up your skirt and pressing the handle of the knife against your clothed clit. "Now tell me what I want to hear, or it'll be the other side of this knife that you'll feel pressing into your worthless hole." her words and the anger accompanying them make you shiver.
You try not to show the pleasure you feel as she begins to rub the handle against you. You open your mouth, trying to remember what she wanted you to say.
"Aww," she coos mockingly, "did your silly little brain forget already?"
You nod your head, as you try to move your hips back and away from her.
"Nuh-uh," she steps closer to you and wraps one hand around your back to keep you from trying to move, "You can use your own words, honey. Tell me what you want,"
"Please, stop." you try, bringing your hands up and pushing her shoulders back. She doesn't budge.
"Such a weak little girl," she groans, "And so, so stupid. Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me you want me to fuck you like the whore that you are." The handle moves lower and it pushes at your still covered entrance. "Don't make me hurt you." the words sound more like a plea than a warning.
You finally break. You feel disgusting as you repeat her words back to her. All you want is for it to be over, so you give her what she wants. "Good girl, I knew you could do it," she says as she puts the knife away and the handle is quickly replaced with her fingers as she pulls down your underwear, letting it fall to your ankles.
"Look," she says as she lifts up your skirt again so that you can see the way her fingers collect the slick covering your folds. "You want me, princess." there's happiness in her tone when she sees how wet you got. You do your best to ignore how good it feels when she moves her fingers up and down your slit, and occasionally pressing down on your clit.
"Your little hole is so tight for me baby, am I the first one to touch you like this?" she's so giddy as she pushes the first finger into you. You grip her shoulder at the unfamiliar sensation of having something inside you. "Relax, princess. I won't let you go until you take at least three, okay?" Her finger goes in all the way down to her knuckle and you watch as she moves it in and out of you slowly, "You can do that for me can't you?" she pulls out, "You can take two, right?" she asks, but before pushing them in she notices the uncertainty in your eyes.
"Okay baby, open your mouth. It won't hurt I promise." She shoves two fingers past your lips before you even have time to fully open your mouth. You gag on them as she moves them further back down your throat. "Make them nice and wet, princess." She adds a third soon after. The way she's fucking your mouth makes you think about what it would feel like if all those fingers were inside you. Your hips start to buck forward involuntarily at the thought, and Wanda pulls her fingers out of your mouth when she notices. You watch the string of drool that connects your mouth to her fingers break as she brings them down to your wet cunt again.
"I'm sorry, angel. I lied," she says as she thrusts the three fingers into you, making you scream in pain, the sound is quickly muffled as she pushes your head into her chest, "Quiet, baby" She continues to pump her fingers into you, stretching you out and filling you up all the way down to her knuckles.
"It really is so easy with young little girls like you," Her other hand strokes your hair and you can barely hear her words through your strangled moans and the sound of your wet pussy being brutally fucked for the first time. "Always, so desperate to please, always ready to take whatever they're given."
Wanda can feel you nearing your release so she slows down a little letting you catch your breath, "How about we make a deal?" she grabs your hair and makes you look up at her. "If I make that pretty pussy of yours cum, that means it belongs to me." there's a sinister smile on her face and you see the way her green eyes darken when she sees the fear return to your face. She begins to move her fingers again, curling them inside you, "You belong to me," she adds.
You don't say anything, refusing to agree to the 'deal', so she speaks again. "Are you going to cum?" she asks, already knowing the answer.
You shake your head and try to hold back. She uses her thumb to rub your clit fast and hard, "Oh, but I think you are darling."
She's right, you are. And you do. "You're so tight around my fingers baby, fuck just like that, cum for me." her words make your body work against you and it does what you have been begging it not to. You bite down on the fabric of her shirt, as you cum for the woman in front of you. "Good girl," she praises once she pulls out and brings her fingers up to her mouth. She cleans them off one by one, and moans "So good," at the taste, "I'll have to taste you myself, next time."
You're stomach drops at the mention of a next time, as she finally takes a step away from you. "Give me your phone," she commands and her tone makes you act immediately. You grab the phone that has been resting on the counter until now, unlock it and pass it to her. "I'll call you," she says once she gives it back to you. The first thing that comes to mind is you'll just block her when she tries to contact you. But what you don't realise is she only asked for it so that she can use it to find you again later.
"Don't forget our deal," is the last thing she says before exiting the bathroom.
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Wanda can't get you out of her head. She sent your phone number to Natasha who then sent back all the information she found about you. What your name is, your date of birth, your home address, and where you went to school. Having your phone number, also meant that with Natasha's skills she was able to know your whereabouts at all times. It made it easy to find you whenever she was craving to see you. She didn't approach you again because it was becoming more and more apparent that the next time she'll be near you will be the time she won't let you leave again. And she needed to be careful with that. The deal is standing. You belong to her and she wasn't going to leave America without her belongings.
You seem to be getting on fine. What she loves seeing the most is the way you flinch whenever anyone tries to touch you. You are no longer all over that girl, and you don't let her be all over you. You also stopped wearing short skirts and tight shirts. And she couldn't suppress her laugh the first time she saw you ask a friend to accompany you to the bathroom.
She extended her stay by a couple of weeks just so everything was perfect for the journey back. She got Natasha to call up a friend of hers, someone with a plane so that she can get you past the borders successfully and without raising suspicion. The guy is ready to fly in two days so now all Wanda needs to do is make sure you're ready too.
She goes out and buys you some clothes she thinks you'll look perfect in. She buys some snacks for the journey, and makes a stop in one of the gun shops she sees on her shopping trip.
The day of the flight is hectic. You're at school, so Wanda has to wait around all day until you finish. She learned that on most days you stay behind with your friends, hanging out by the school gates, sometimes going to get something to eat, and on other occasions going to one of their houses. Wanda groans in frustration once she realises the last one is what you opted for today. She's sitting in her rented car as she watches you exit the school gates and get into the car of one of your friends, she starts her car too and carefully follows the two of you to her house. The sun begins to set as Wanda sits in and watches the house you entered hours ago. Jealousy bubbles up inside you as she imagines all the things you could be doing in that house. Before her mind can go too far the front door opens and she watches you wave goodbye to your friend.
The streets are dark now. You don't even realise how easy you make things for her. You really are her perfect prey.
She knows you sense the car behind you because of the way your walking picks up. It's not much against her though, as she easily catches up to you "Let me give you a ride home, sweet girl." she says once she rolls down her window.
"No, thank you," you say politely, recognising her voice as you continue to stare ahead and walk even faster.
"It wasn't a question, love," her voice is stern as she tries to get you in the car before anyone sees the two of you. "You want to see my new toy?" she reaches for the gun from the glove compartment, "Don't make me use it," she says once you look over.
Wanda quickly learns that she can make you do pretty much anything when she's aiming a gun in your direction. You're just a scared little girl that will do anything to keep her from pulling the trigger. You don't protest when she gives you a little plastic packet with a pill inside it and tells you to eat it, "It's gonna be a long ride, so it'll be better if you're asleep." she explains and you don't realise that she means plane ride. When you wake up again you're in a room you've never seen before, in a country where you know no one other than the woman that kidnapped you.
Wanda turns her attention from her book to where you are chained to the heater pipe once she sees you squirming out of the corner of her eye. She smiles widely seeing you finally waking up and walks over quickly. She kneels down in front of you and softly places her hands on your cheeks making you look up at her with your big fear-filled eyes.
dark!Wanda Romanoff x fem!reader x dark!Natasha Romanoff
Summary: Everything lost is eventually found.
Warnings: 18+! Minors DNI! dark fic, stockholm syndrome, so non/dub-con, abuse, very brief mention of suicidal thoughts, public sex, strap-on (r receiving), boots, blood, spit, exhibition kink, skin carving, death threats, knife use, gun use, mommy!wanda and daddy!nat (like god intended)
Word Count: 4.2k
a/n: this is a little sneak peek into the life of r before the events of the main story which will be posted soon, but this can definitely just be read as a one-shot.
AU Masterlist
"Maybe if you've done a better job at explaining what you want-” you aren't able to finish your sentence before a harsh slap echoes through the room and your try your best to act like the way she hit you didn't hurt. She loves seeing you in pain, and today you don't feel like giving her that satisfaction.
You think she's going to hit you again, but she takes a step back.
"What was that?" her voice is condescending as she looks down at you. "Wanna say that again?"
Your hands are behind your back as you kneel at her feet. Your fingernails are digging into your palms as you try to keep the tears from spilling over. You clear your throat and stupidly open your mouth to speak again.
"I can do whatever I want, Wanda." you know it's a lie. "I'm an adult. You don't own me." she knows it's a lie. She does own you. Even if you forget sometimes, the name carved into your side is always there to remind you.
She scoffs.
"Okay." she takes another step back from you, and you try to ignore the emptiness you feel with the sudden lack of her in your space. "Get up." she commands, walking past you and towards the front door.
You get up slowly, feeling the ache in your legs when blood rushes into them as you try to stand again.
She opens the door. "Go."
"What?" you stand dumbfounded.
"Go be with your friends." she points to the windows, to the world outside.
"I-"
You bite your tongue when you see her charge towards you. She grabs your hair, pulling you with her and pushing you out the door. You land on the floor of the hallway of the apartment building, not even having time to look up at her one last time before she slams the door in your face.
You know what she's doing. She's done this before. Let you go only to prove to you how much you need her. How fucked up you are for willingly being with her. Never mind, the fact that even if you wanted to leave she'd get you back. She has gotten you back each time. In the beginning, she made it so easy for you to escape. And every time you did, every time you thought it was over, and you finally got away from her she would find you. Drag you right back, as if she wasn't the one that left the door open, or the window unlocked. You knew she just wanted to prove to you that she doesn't need to keep you locked up. She can let you roam around freely, knowing that at the end of the day she'll still have you all to herself.
You tried to go to the cops the first time you got out. But you couldn't speak the language of whatever country you were in and they just looked at you like you were crazy. You probably did look crazy. There was nothing on you to indicate any kind of abuse. At the start, there wasn't any abuse, at least not physical. You looked perfectly fine. Wearing nice clothes, looking clean, healthy, and fed. She kept you nice to the public for months, maybe even years, you lost count eventually.
Her game started off with emotional abuse. She broke you down mentally so she could build you back up and mold you into whatever she wanted you to be. And she did a great job of it.
You don't want to run from her anymore. No matter what she does. No matter how much she scares you, or how much she hurts you. You don't even try. That's why you're here now. Banging on her door. Kicking it. Begging her to let you back in, telling her you're sorry. Tears are streaming down your face, and your throat hurts and still, there's no indication of her letting up.
You look up once you exit the apartment building, trying to see if she's in one of the windows, but she's not.
Your mind spirals as your brain rots with thoughts of her. It tells you that she doesn't care what you do, or where you go. She doesn't even care whether or not she'll ever see you again. She doesn't care whether you live or die. There's no point in you living if it's not living for her. She's all you know. She's all you have. If she doesn't want you you might as well be dead.
Once you manage to shut your brain up and the emotional turmoil and shock of her kicking you out again lets go of you, you decide to go for a walk. You know she'll come to get you eventually.
The more time that passes the more bored you get, so deciding to get back at her for leaving you out all alone for so long, you try to find the police station.
The cat and mouse game she played with you developed over the years into more of a cat and cat game. You fight back a lot. Even when you know you'll lose every time. You just like getting on her nerves. That's all that's on your mind as you walk up to the building surrounded by police cars and crawling with cops. You haven't been here in years. The last time you were here they shouted some words you didn't understand at you before they led you back out the door.
You walk up to the front desk and still not knowing their language you grab a pen and paper and write "WANDA". You don't know her last name. You don't even know if Wanda is her real name. The woman at reception watches you confused. You point to your cheek and her expression remains neutral, maybe the redness from her slap has faded. So you lift up your shirt. The bruises and cuts covering the skin there cause the woman's eyes to widen.
You didn't realise the true repercussions of your actions then but writing your own full name on the paper next to Wanda's, and leaving it with the police was something you were going to come to regret.
You leave the station once you get bored of trying to communicate with them. They shout after you, and you hear a word that sounds almost like 'Ambulance.' but you don't want to go to the hospital. You want them to be a pain in Wanda's ass. You want them to come kicking down her door.
You soon forget the whole ordeal with the police as you lay on your usual bench in the park. It's not that cold and you hope it doesn't get colder as the realisation that she's not coming tonight hits you.
The park becomes quieter and emptier the later it gets. You watch the clouds move in the sky above you as your eyelids get heavier.
You're about to fall asleep when the familiar sound of combat boots coming towards you makes your stomach twist. She's coming from behind you. You don't even see her before she grabs hold of your hair, in the same place Wanda did earlier - making it hurt twice as much before she throws your body on the tarmac. Your palms and knees graze against it and the little stones cut through your skin causing you to wince in pain. Natasha sits down on the bench before grabbing you by the hair again and forcing you to look up at her.
"What's this?" she hisses through gritted teeth as she holds up a piece of paper.
Your eyes leave hers for a second as they read over the words. It's the note you left with the police.
"It's a note," you say, as you try to ignore the fear of what she'll do to you and force yourself to smile at her innocently.
She's hunched over you as you look up at her from your position on the ground. The little sharp stones of the path dig into the exposed skin of your legs as you sit on your heels between her spread legs. She seems to like the way you're looking up at her cause she rolls her eyes at your comment and shoves the piece of paper into her pocket.
"How about we put that smart mouth of yours to better use?"
"Natasha someone could see." you say as you press your bloodied palms against her knees and try to move away from her. The sun hasn't even fully set yet but her grip on you only tightens as she pushes your head between her legs. Your mouth presses against her covered crotch and you can feel the strap through the fabric of her pants.
"Look at me." her voice is raspier than it usually is, you think about making her some tea later, it sounds like she has a cold.
You look up at her with wide innocent eyes, knowing that maybe she'll stop if you do what she asks. Natasha is unpredictable but you never imagined that she would make you suck her off in public. "God, such a pretty little girl. You want my cock in your mouth don't you, baby?"
You shake your head, no. Trying to move away from her again to look around, feeling like the whole park is watching. She tsks her tongue, reprimanding you before she pulls your head back down and shoves your face between her legs with more force this time. "I'll make you beg me to let you put it in your mouth," she says as she moans at the pressure of the strap pushing into her.
The rough fabric of her jeans is grazing against the already burning skin of your cheek as she grinds into you. "You're gonna be a good girl and take it? Or do I need to force your mouth open?"
You welcome the cool breeze on your cheek as she pulls back your head. "Aw baby, did Mommy slap you?" she coos as she notices the bright red and irritated part of your face and runs her thumb across it, probably knowing that her rough finger is only making it hurt more. You nod your head meekly as you try to move your face away from her hand. She only grabs onto your chin harder and forces you to look at her.
"Beg." the simple command falling off her lips so carelessly makes your already dripping cunt ache for her more.
"Natty, please," you say and see the smirk begin to spread across her face, as you do what she asked of you. But you pause and before she can get too excited, you act up like you always do. "We can't, someone might see."
The expression on her face changes quickly. She leans down and brings her face closer to yours, "I'll fuck your mouth whenever I want, wherever I want." you can feel her hot breath on your lips as she speaks. "You are just a set of holes for me to use however I please. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy." You mumble before she presses her thumb against your lips.
"Open." you can tell what she's about to do so you don't.
"You're ill." you point out, and she laughs.
"Open. Your. Mouth." she squeezes your jaw enough to bruise and as soon as you open your mouth, you feel her warm spit on your tongue and dripping down your chin. She uses her whole hand to carelessly spread it across your chin and cheeks. "Such a messy girl." she muses as she wipes her wet, spit-covered hand into the tight fabric covering your tits.
Wanting to get her spit out of your mouth you did the only thing you could and swallowed without even thinking about it. She must have noticed because she grabs hold of your face again. "You dumb whore did you swallow?" she sounds shocked like she expected more from you. You nod your head the best you can with how she's holding your face. "Did I tell you to?"
You stay quiet as your eyes drift away from her. She stands up abruptly, pushing you back as she towers over you. She leans down and you think she's going to break your jaw.
"Did I fucking tell you to?"
"You're hurting me." you try to say but your words are muffled as you try and fail to get away from her.
"Good." she scoffs, before her hand travels lower and she grabs a firm hold of your neck. She pushes down on the sides of it and places her boot between your legs.
"Don't make me ask you again." she warns as she presses the tip of her boot into your cunt. You aren't wearing underwear under the miniskirt Wanda picked out for you this morning and you know Natasha knows that. You can feel the cold leather of her shoe against your clit and it's taking everything in you not to grind on it.
You know what she wants and you don't want to find out what she'll do if you don't listen so you lean your head back and open your mouth wide for her. She spits in your mouth again and this time you hold it.
"Good girl." she says and you hear the zipper of her pants getting undone before you feel her slapping your already stinging cheek with her strap.
"Spit on it." You look up at her as you let the spit drip down onto the cock. She groans at the sight, and the vibrations of her deep voice shoot through you, right down to your core. You're aching for some release and attempt to roll your hip into her boot without her noticing.
She notices.
"Go ahead, baby. Fuck yourself on my dirty shoe like the dirty slut you are."
With her permission, you press into her harder and bite your lip to suppress your moans as the uncomfortable pressure finally turns into pleasure. You've stopped caring about your surroundings long ago. People did probably see but Natasha doesn't care so neither do you. She sits back down on the bench and leans back as she watches you hump her boot.
"You can multitask can't you?" she ask as she runs her hands through your hair. You open your eyes and lean into her touch, soft for the first time in a long time. You look at her, silently asking what she wants you to do.
"Go on then pretty girl, stroke it." She turned your playful resistance into compliance just like she always does and you fulfill her demand without a fight.
You cover her cock with a mix of your spit. Pressing down once your hand reaches the base, just how you know she likes it, before continuing to put on a show for her. It doesn't take long for her to begin to move your head lower. You open your mouth allowing her to guide you as she fills your mouth. She's spent years training your throat to take her, so she's met with little resistance as she pushes up into your mouth. You're not sure how long she spends fucking you out in the open for everyone to see. The way she plays with your hair makes you sleepy as you continue to suck on the toy. She occasionally bucks her hips into you reminding you of who's in control. Eventually, her movements pick up a little and her hold on your hair strengthens. The tip of her cock hits the back of your throat repeatedly as she fucks up into your mouth, her body tensing briefly, before relaxing again as her orgasm washes over her.
Your jaw aches and you can feel cum dripping down your exposed legs as you follow closely behind Natasha. You grab hold of the back of her leather jacket when crossing the road. And when you try to hold her hand she yanks it away and puts her hands in her pockets. You try to put your hand in her pocket too but she shoves you away and walks faster. "Natty, wait," you whine as you pick up your pace and follow after her.
"Your little brat left this with the police." Natasha says, handing Wanda the crumpled note once you finally reach the door.
She reads it and then looks over at you. The anger in her eyes makes you think back to the first couple of years you spent with her. It feels almost nostalgic, and somehow your sick brain craves more. So you grin at her as you shrug her shoulder. "I was surprised I could still write." you look over to Natasha. "Mommy doesn't even let me have crayons to draw or anything," you whine and complain to her, making Natasha raise an eyebrow at you.
"What do you expect me to do about that." Natasha says, looking down the corridor in the direction of the sound of a door slamming before she looks over at you again.
"Buy me some crayons and paper?" you ask as you nuzzle your face into her neck before she pushes you off.
"Deal with her, Wands." she says, pushing your body towards Wanda.
Your back collides with her front and she's quick to grab your hips and keep you in place.
"We'll leave tomorrow," she says to Natasha who nods approvingly before exiting the apartment.
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As soon as the door closes and Natasha leaves, Wanda rips your shirt off and pushes your face down onto the floor. She pulls your ass up and easily forces three fingers into your dripping wet cunt. "So fucking wet." she says as she continues to relentlessly fuck her fingers into you. The stinging of the sudden intrusion is quickly replaced with pleasure as she curls her fingers and you let out a loud moan. "What did Natasha do with you?"
Your face heats up as you remember what you did in the park. The possibility of someone seeing the way Natasha used you makes you embarrassed and turns you on even more at the same time. Wanda must have noticed the way your face flushed at the question because she coos at you and pulls her fingers out of you. You whine at the sudden loss before she shuts you up by shoving them into your mouth and pushing you over to lay on your back. She straddles your waist and pushes your fingers deeper. You suck them clean without her having to ask. She keeps pushing them in and out of your mouth slowly, pressing down on your tongue occasionally as she speaks.
"You have been getting into a lot of trouble lately," you're starting to feel the tears sting at the corners of your eyes, you don't know where she got it from but she's holding a knife to the side of your ribs, where her name is carved into you. "First going out without my permission. Talking back to me. Trying to get in contact with the police?" with that one she seems genuinely shocked, surprise evident in her tone as she presses the knife into your skin and her fingers further into your mouth. "Then fucking Nat... in public?" she raises an eyebrow. Pulling her fingers out of your mouth, and wiping them against your cheek. "Where'd you do it?"
"In the park," you say, your voice quiet as you try to look away from her, but she holds you in place.
"In broad daylight too, huh? Such a fucking whore." she pauses for a second like she's thinking but you know she's only pretending. She always knows exactly what she's going to do to you. "So Nat just uses my toy without even asking anymore? I think you both need to be reminded of who you belong to."
You feel the knife dig into your flesh.
"Mommy, please," you beg, knowing there's no use to it. "It was Nat. I didn't want to, I swear."
"Shut up!" you think her voice made the picture frames on the walls shake from how it ripped through you and bounced off of them only to collide with you again, in the form of another slap on your already sensitive, bruised cheek. You want to cover your ears like you usually do when she screams at you like this. But as you go to do just that you realise that she's now holding your wrist, and has your arms pinned above your head with one of her hands as the other still holds the knife.
"Stay still." she says as she turns your body to the side.
At first, you only feel the way she retraces the scars. She spells out her name as she drags the knife across it. She does it again and again. You flinch at the unexpected pain once she finally sinks the knife into your flesh. "Don't move." she warns again.
Your mouth fills with your blood as you bite down on your lip to try keep yourself moving. You drift in and out of consciousness as she digs the knife into you, and your blood drips down onto the wooden floor. You don't realise she has stopped, you don't realise she left until she jolts you awake by pouring rubbing alcohol onto the fresh wound. Her hand is soft as she turns your head to face her.
"Look." she says as she holds up an old cracked hand mirror. You catch a glimpse of yourself, tears streaming down your face, your eyes bloodshot and lips swollen with blood colouring them red. Your gaze travels to the skin on your lower rib when Wanda tilts the mirror.
She reopened the wound. The scars that used to spell out "WANDA". Her name is bloody and bright red again like it was when she first corrupted her with her mark. But she added something else. It no longer only says her name. You squint your eyes to try and see it through the blood that has now covered it. Wanda notices your trouble reading it, and you don't see her lifting up her hand but you feel it when she pours more running alcohol on you. Your skin burns and you scream as you try to get away from her. She squeezes your thigh to keep you sitting on the floor.
"Do you like it?" her bubbly and excited tone, when she asks the question, makes you fall right into her trap. You forget about the pain because this is something she's proud of. This is something she made, and now she's showing you because she loves you, and she wants you to love it.
You hum and nod your head, voice weak from all the screaming and crying.
The carving now reads "WANDA'S PROPERTY"
"Now everyone will know," she says with a proud smile as she presses a kiss to your lips and your heart flutters.
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"Stay still and stay quiet or I'll kill you." she grunts out pressing the barrel of her gun harder against your temple. You're sprawled out under her as she stretches your cunt with her new strap.
She didn't waste time in easing it in, muffling your screams by shoving her gun down your throat as she bottomed out inside you.
She's chasing her high as she ruts into you and you try to distract yourself from the pain by counting the glow in the dark stars glued to the ceiling above the bed.
Wanda keeps you up for most of the night. She laughed in your face when she saw that you thought your punishment was over. Apparently, seeing you in unbearable physical pain and getting to carve her name into you like you're her bedpost wasn't enough. She constantly needs to satisfy her insatiable need to remind you and prove to herself that she owns you, that you are hers. That no one will ever take you away from her.
You wake up to loud crashing noises and shouting from the living room. You roll your eyes, thinking it's Wanda having another one of her episodes. You prepare yourself for her to burst in through the door and take it out on you. But as you lay in bed, naked, coved with nothing but bloody sheets, your body covered with even more cuts and bruises, hurting in places it's never hurt before, a strange woman opens the door. She's holding a gun and points it at you. Your eyes widen, in shock. She looks at you like she recognises you and her whole demeanor softens as she lowers the gun and approaches you like you're some wild animal. You flinch as her loud voice echoes through the house.
