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It was no secret that you were carrying a little more weight, and no one seemed to hide the fact that they didn’t care about your feelings. The stares from the avengers and from the people you go out with were always haunting you, and making you even more aware of yourself. You stuck out, especially with Natasha and Wanda on the Avengers. Dear god, Tony never knew how to shut up about you and no one did anything to stop it.
“Y/n, that’s your third yogurt…” you stopped as you heard those words. Of course they were counting. You decided to pretend you did not hear what they said, turning around. “Hm?” You opened up the vanilla yogurt that Wanda set aside for you, staring Tony in the eyes. “That is your third yogurt Y/n. Are you deaf too? Jesus Christ.” He rolls his eyes, and sits at the bar by the counter. “Steve? Can you tell me why we have this beached whale taking all our food?” He sarcastically says over his shoulder to Steve, the man not even paying attention.
Before Tony could even turn back, you were gone. The yogurt in the garbage, and tears already rolling down your face. Your room was the only place you felt safe; A lock, a window. A window for looking at all of the skinny people you were never able to become. And a lock to keep the people who hurt you the most out of your safe place. Of course, Tony being very emotionally clueless, he wouldn’t understand the emotional eating, or why you were always mad at him on missions even if you were just communications.
Upon multiple occasions you were debating on cutting communications with Tony and the team just to fuck up his “plan” that Steve really put together. But you controlled yourself, and you held yourself together even though the shit he talked about you hurt and was brutal. He didn’t care as long as his ego was up to the level he wanted it to be.
As you weeped into your pillow, soaking the soft material of the pillow case with your tears, you were looking through pictures on your phone. The pictures of when you were a little lighter and thinner than before. The pictures of where you looked happy. There was one thing that kept you happy in all of those pictures though. It was the fact that your mother was there with you in those pictures, not that you were thinner. Eating became an outlet after she was taken from you after the blip and never came back after it. She was the only person who was there for you and Wanda became exclusive. She was the only one who knew of your little space as well and she loved it just as much as Wanda. Although you and Wanda kept your fantasies in the bedroom.
Wanda practically knew everything there was about you; Your little space, the emotional eating, the bullying from the team, even the fact that your favorite food was vanilla yogurt. But most of all, she knew the feeling of losing everything. Her mother, father and brother alike. Including her former significant other; Vision. She knew what it felt like to be alone and left in the dust. (Haha no pun intended) She felt your pain, and you felt hers. When she heard what Tony did to you, she was heartbroken when you were found in your room, weeping on your bed. She quietly closed your door and approached you. She smiled as she saw you cuddling your stuffed animal she got you for your birthday, and the memories flood back into her mind.
“Y/n, baby? Whats wrong?” She asks you, being quiet as she lightly tickles your back. You hear her comforting voice, and you fall into submission. Crawling next to her, you hide your face in the crook of her neck, and she holds you. Her body rocks back and forth with yours, and she shushes your cries, and hiccups. “Th-they-” Hiccup “Th-they b-be so mean t’me!” You cry into Wandas chest, your body shivering and shaking with sobs. Wanda could feel the tears soak her shirt, but that was the least of her worries as her little girl needed her the most.
“Little one? Can you do me a favor?” You lifted your head, revealing your red, puffy eyes. Nodding, you sat up a little bit off of your mommy’s lap. “Theres a surprise for you in the closet. I want you to put that on, and grab your little Polaroid camera. Ok? We are going to have some fun.” She whispers as she kisses your nose, chuckling softly at the action that causes your nose scrunch. You giggle, and you hug her tightly. Obeying, you walk over to the closet to find the utmost beautiful piece of lace lingerie you have ever seen. Intricate patterns comprised of purple and yellow flowers were embroidered on fine, white lace. A gasp left your mouth and you ghosted your fingers over the fabric.
As you ogle at the clothing Wanda bought for you, she was gathering the things that she needed to help you tonight. In her special chest under her she reaches for her strap on, and closes the chest. She had a plan tonight that will hopefully make you see how absolutely beautiful you are. Inside and out. “Mommy? S’this for me?” Wanda hears you say from across the room. She makes her way behind you and wraps her arms around your waist. “All for you, little one.” She kissed your shoulder as she started to strip you of the shirt you were wearing. It was your favorite shirt that you felt the most confident in. Well, it wasn’t your shirt. It was Wandas. What surprised you was the fact that it fit you, and that you felt confident in it! But that didn’t matter. What mattered the most was how loved and appreciated you felt.
Now bare, she helped you get more in the sensual mood. Rolling your nipples softly in-between her fingers, and pressing soft kisses to your shoulders and neck as she helps you get dressed in the fine lace. “I got this for you, so you can feel pretty in the bedroom as well. I know that you have been having a little bit of a hard time, and you know Im here for you. Right?” Wanda asks you quietly as she secures the tie around the back oaf your neck. You nod in understanding as you bring your thumb to your mouth, sucking on it softly. A chuckle from behind you sounds, and you turn around to face your mommy. “Aw… are you too little to understand me?” She asks, and fuss. But she stops your fussing with a soft kiss to your forehead, and you practically melt into her arms.
“Mommy? I- I don’t feel pwetty.” You whisper around your thumb as she walks you to the large mirror. You hide your face in her chest as she looks at you through the mirror with absolute lust in her eyes. “Little one, I want you to look in the mirror and tell yourself three things that you love about you. Ok? Can your little head to do that?” She smiles and helps turn you around to face yourself. With a shaky nod, you look at yourself in the mirror. Tears well in your eyes as you have a hard time thinking of anything. This just proved how bad Tony and the team have hurt you.
“It’s ok, love bug. Did you get your camera like I asked you to?” You nod, and walk to the side table where your Polaroid camera sits and you shyly hand it to Wanda. She checks the film, and smiles at you. “Will you listen to everything I say?” Without hesitation you nodded immediately. “Good girl.” Once those two words exited from Wandas mouth, you were in good. And you were doing the perfect job just for her.
“Alright Little One, lets get you all set up.” She says with a smile, as she leads you to the bed. She sits you on your knees and hands you one of your favorite stuffed animals. She holds up the camera and out of instinct you put the stuffed rabbit to your face. “Baby, you have to let me see your face.” You pout and whine, not wanting to be on camera knowing how you look. But, Wanda would have nothing of it. “Come on pretty girl, let me see those pearly whites!” Wanda tries to encourage you to smile, but she knew how you felt. Tony ruined her perfect little girl, and she was going to do something about it. She looked at the now developed picture and smiles. “Baby look how beautiful you are. And little bunny boo agrees!”
She shows you the Polaroid, the picture of your beautiful body in the white lace that fit perfectly. “Dats me?” You whisper, falling even deeper into your little space than before. “I… I kinda p’tty.” She nods, and kisses your cheek as you look closer at the small photo in her hand. “You are pretty, sweet girl. You’re the prettiest. No matter what people say, you will always and forever be my beautiful, sweet, little one,” she pauses as she looks at you. “do you want to take some more? We can have a little album for when you are feeling down?” You loved that idea! A sexy photo shoot? Yes please!
You were happy to pose for her, but you wanted to have your face be covered by Bunny Boo. Wanda of course allowed it, wanting her little one to be happy. With each photo she took, she put the developing photo on the bed behind her. After the film was out of the camera, you frowned. “All gone?” Wanda looked at the little window to see how much film was left, and nodded. She smiles and responds, “All gone, but look.” She points behind her, and you see all of the photos in their different stages of development. You reach for one photo, and a smile makes its way onto your face. “Momma look how p’etty!” You point at yourself in the small frame work of the picture and Wandas smile widens as well. “Oh little one, you are so pretty.” She already of course knows this, but seeing you happy was something she would say anything for. As she kisses your cheek, she moves her lips to your forehead.
“Princess, come here. Come sit on mommy’s lap.” You hesitated, then shook your head. “No mama! I smush you.” You protest, crawling away from her and hiding at the head of the bed. With a soft sigh, she sets the camera and the developing picture back on your side table, and crawls into bed with you. But not before she grabs her strap, and another one of your comfort animals. As she sits next to you, she pulls you into her warm arms. “Tony is a big meanie, isn’t he… He loves to act like a mean kid. Don’t you agree?” She whispers as she rocks you gently. You nod, clutching onto her shirt. “M-mhm.”
Wanda smiles when she hears your small hum, and she kisses your head softly. “Princess? Can I see you?” She tugs at the string on your new lace bra and it falls slightly looser on your chest. You nod, and you allow her to take your bra off. She gently grazes her thumb over your nipple, and pulls softly. “Do you want this, little princess?” She holds up the strap, and you nod slowly.
As you both strip to your nude forms, you shy away from her gaze as she secures the strap around her waist. “Hey, little love bug, look at me. You are beautiful. What can I do to help you understand that?” She gently kisses your head when you don’t answer, helping you lay down instead. Your thumb is back in your mouth, and you look into Wandas with doe eyes. Loving, innocent, and in need of real love. “I’ll be gentle, ok little princess?” You grip your bunny as she rubs the tip of the artificial cock through your wet folds. Making sure not to go in just yet.
The tip, she guides to your clit peaking out from under its hood, and rubs softly. Her smile widens as she here’s a soft moan come from your mouth. “There you go little one, there you go just let mommy in.” She says in a soft whisper, just above your ear. “You’re doing so good, little one. Relax for mommy ok?” She gently starts to push into your tight hole, slowing down when she hears a whimper. “How does that feel?” She smiles, kissing your cheek softly. In all honesty, it felt like being split in half. But it felt like heaven knowing it was coming from your mommy. A small nod was enough for Wanda to continue pushing in until she bottomed out in your tight, virgin hole.
The reassurance and praise is keeping you from saying your safe word. Using your safe word not because you’re in pain, or you don’t want this. Your feelings of your body image are at their lowest, and that would be the only reason you would want all of this to stop. “Mommy…” You whisper softly as you hold onto her biceps. “What is it little love? Do you need mommy to stop?” You shake your head in response to her question, and lift your head to meet hers. “I don’t wan you to see my b-boobies bouncy.”
Wanda moves up right and gently lifts you up with her. “Listen little one. I want you to know that no matter who hurt you, no matter how you look, no matter how you think you look… it doesn’t matter to me. You are beautiful, strong, and amazing and I know that being confidant can be hard. But once you see who you truly are, you will soar.” Soar… “Soar? Wike a birdie?”
Wandas chuckles fill the room along with your giggles. “Yes little one, just like a birdie. You will fly so high that you can touch the clouds!” She tickles your sides softly making more giggles erupt from your mouth. “Mommy, can we keep goin’? I kinda tingwy now.” You say shyly, playing with your bunny in your hands. Wanda nods, and helps you lay down again. Gently, Wanda lays your head down on the pillow. After pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, she moves her attention back down to your soaking wet pussy. She holds onto your hand as she guides the toy through your folds and to your tight, virgin hole.
“Already so wet for mommy, hm?” She smiles, kissing your head again. Your focus is purely on Wanda. Her eyes, her hair, lips, bare chest, how beautiful she is taking you right there. “Baby, are you with me?” You nod in response, and you feel her push in just a little further. “Does this feel ok, little one?” Again, you nod. “God girl, you’re doing such a good job for mommy…” Those words, those praises give you life and reasons to live it! Wanda was so gentle, and loving, and this was something you worried about when getting intimate with Wanda. You never knew if she would gentle like she is with you normally, or if she would be degrading and rough. As soon as you found she was gentle your sex life just became one more door that Wanda opened.
Once Wanda was fully sheathed inside of you, small tears had formed at the base of your eye. Small whimpers and moans left your mouth as her thumb found your clit to calm you, and the way she worked her finger in circles on the sensitive bud made you even calmer than before starting. Dropping your bunny, you wrapped your arms around her neck. Gently pulling her to you, you hid your face in the crook of her neck and whimpered once she started to move a little. “It’s ok little one, shh, shh, shh. You can take me, just breathe.” She reassured you after every thrust, and it helped. It really, really helped. Her thrusts got faster, and she smirked as she saw your beautiful, round breasts bouncing as she does so. Dipping down, she sucks marks in the valley of your breasts, and up your neck. Knowing that you belonged to her was what you loved about her marking you up. Her marks claimed you.
Soon there were small purple bruises lining your chest, neck and stomach as Wanda continued to thrust into you. She kept repeating the same things every now and then in your ear, wanting you to know that you belong to her. “Mommy’s perfect little girl.” Thrust after thrust… “My perfect, beautiful baby girl.” Not long after her thumb worked on your clit, she could feel your orgasm make your walls pulse around her cock. “Is my little one going to cum? Hm?” She asks, barely over a whisper. A whimper is heard from your throat and you nod. “M-mhm mommy m’gonna cum,” You closed your eyes, loving how Wandas strapped cock felt inside of you, making you feel loved and appreciated in more ways than one.
“I love you, Little one. Do you know that?” Nodding over and over again, you push your lips onto hers. In a passionate kiss, you came with a moan to her lips. Your orgasm sent chills over your body causing you to shiver in post orgasmic delight. Your breaths calmed from pants to soft sighs against Wandas skin. As she pulled out of you, a small whimper leaves your mouth. “M-mama n-n-noooo come back!” You whine, not wanting to be out of your mommy’s arms. You heard her chuckles from in the bathroom as she sets the toy in the sink, and gathers a few things to clean you up. “Im right here little princess. Nothing to worry about.”
The bed dips as do your eye lids as you feel more and more tired with every second that goes by. Wanda gently spreads your legs and wipes away your juices, earning a soft whine from your lips. She chuckles quietly, and turns off the light on the bedside table, pulls you under the blankets and holds you close to her chest. “Ive got you little one, no one can hurt you in my arms. No words, no stares, nothing. If anyone even looks like they are about to say something, I want you to say this; ‘I look beautiful no matter what you dummies think. Your opinion about me is trash.’ Can you repeat that with me?” You giggle, and nod. Together in quiet voices you repeat what she said in sync with her. “I look beautiful no matter what you dummies think. Your opinion about me is trash.” She smiles and presses soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks. “Good girl. And once you say that, come find me. Let me hold you and protect you. Ok? Remember, nothing can hurt you when you are in my arms. Nothing. Not even Tony.”
Your smile widens and you tuck your head in the crook of her neck. “Big dumb dumb Tony.” You whisper, making Wanda laugh and kiss your nose. Your nose scrunches and soon sleep finds itself entering your brain and as you fall asleep in Wandas arms, you finally realize how beautiful and lovely you truly are.
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What Tony didn’t understand was the fact that you were a new woman. Ever since Wanda told you how to stand up to him it had worked wonders on his attitude towards you. “Hey Y/n, how’s that diet that I sen-” You immediately cut him off by saying, “I look beautiful no matter what you dummies think. Your opinion about me is trash.” And you put your food in the fridge and find Wanda.
What a way to start the day!