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“Would you get that thought out of your head?! Do you not understand that you are stuck with us? We are never letting you go, and you will love us just as we love you. Do you understand me?” Her voice echoed in your head as the door slammed in front of your eyes. The rough chains were back on your wrists and keeping you to the human sized crib in the small nursery Wanda and Natasha had made for you.
The room itself was pink, themed teddy bears, and really a very happy place to be in. But the way you ended up there, the small trinkets to keep you in check and the bars on the outside of the window said otherwise. It was something they had prepared for you before the day you arrived at their house. But it was a place you dreaded.
When the time came and the two women keeping you hostage were getting sick of your screams, they would do what they always do; Cuff your wrists and ankles to the bars of your crib, put in the paci gag, and leave you until you calm down. That was one thing they knew you hated. Being alone and helpless.
They tried to do it as little as possible and of course you made that hard for them. It got to the point where they just had to keep the paci gag around your neck as a reminder not to shout and scream at them. All they wanted was for you to be happy, and they knew that was with them. Well, it was something they wanted to be true and something you didn’t know would be true.
Wanda had been taking pills to fill her breasts with the milk she would give new born baby, and Natasha was thrilled. Their little girl needed to be fed, and they just knew you would give in at some point, and it was soon. They could feel it.
As your eyes were glued to the TV, you had “accidentally” switched it to the news and your face was no where to be seen. You had been gone for how long now? Out of classes, out of work, not engaging in the normal activities you loved… did anyone notice you were gone? “Little one!” You heard from the other room, you panic dropping the remote knowing that the rule by the TV says “No News stations.”
You don’t reply as you quickly change the channel, instantly throwing the remote to the other side of the couch. ’You know, its not half bad here…’ a voice inside of you sounded. “Go away…” you growl, your conscious coming to life and telling you everything you needed to hear. ’Come on, Y/n. You don’t have to hide anymore. You can be taken care of just like you wanted. You don’t have to do taxes, you don’t have to cook, you don’t have to worry anymore. These women love you.’ The voice sounded again and you hit your own head.
“Stop it… please stop!” You say just a little louder. ’Give in. Give in. Give. In. GIVE IN!’ The voice was screaming at you now, telling you to live a life you don’t want, but truly need. You’ve been on your own all your life, and this was just the instant you needed to be taken care of.
“Give in?” You ask in a small whimper. ’Give in.’ The voice said back. And that’s exactly what you did. You gathered your crayons, and a note book and you decided to write a little note to each of your mommies.
It read;
“Mommy and Momma I deecided I want to have a talk about me. I don’t want to disterb your working ness, so here are letters for you.”
Your spelling was declining, your brain allowing you to regress to the age you needed to feel loved the most.
As you crawl to the offices, you slide both pieces of paper under the door and you crawl back to your nursery. In the corner of the room is a small mushroom tent with a bean bag sitting it. They called it the mushroom palace and you were their “perfect mushroom princess.” It was your safe place since you could hide yourself. But this time, instead of going there to hide, you go there to wait.
Anxiously.
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As you waited for your mommies to finish what they were doing for work, you had your eyes transfixed on the rain hitting the glass pane window. Watching the drops slowly fall down the window and onto the leaves just below it. This slowly helped you doze off, falling asleep in your mushroom palace waiting for Natasha and Wanda to find you.
At last, the two women searching frantically for you found you curled up in one of Wandas flannels holding onto a stuffy of yours on your bean bag. They smile at each other, and they kneel next to you. “Little one?” Wanda gently shakes you awake and you whine a little bit. Natasha gasps, and attempts something that she has been aching to do.
“Is someone feeling little? Can you show me how old you are on your little fingers?” She asks you, your mind a little hazy from just waking up. You brain became jumbled as your little self took over. Someone you had not known was living inside of you. You don’t answer Natasha, only laying on Wandas chest as you enter your thumb into your mouth.
Wanda smiles and looks at the red head. “What did you want to talk about, baby blossom?” She asks, gently lifting your head up to face her. You sigh and reach for your note pad and purple crayon. Not wanting to talk, but not big enough to write, you whine and you look up at Wanda.
“Don wamma be big.” You whisper, and sniffle as you hide your face in her chest, falling further into submission and your little space. “Thats ok, little one. I just need to ask you one thing. Can you answer that question for me baby?” Natasha asks you, and you nod as you lay against Wanda. “You won’t run from us, will you?”
Instantly, you shake your head. Tears brim to your eyes as you realize they were afraid of you leaving and trying to escape. Shaking your head again, you babble. “Nuuu never weave momma n'mommy.” You whisper, and you lay your head on Wandas full breasts. That made Natasha smile. Seeing her little girl finally becoming comfortable in her rightful place. In the place where she belongs.
“Little one? Are you a hungry girl?” Wanda asks you, her hand patting your belly softly. You nod as you softly grip her shirt in your fists, whining quietly to her. She pulls down the top of her shirt, reaches for her breast and guides your mouth to her hardened nipple. “There you go sweet girl. Drink up.” She smiles and kisses your head.
As the milk flows into your mouth you are slightly surprised by the warm and sweet taste. Of course you had this when you were a baby, but never being able to remember the taste. It was sweet, and savory, warm, comforting.
A little drip of milk was left on your chin as you slowly doze off on Momma Wandas chest, her nipple still in your mouth. Mommy Natasha was softly tickling your partially covered back, soothing your nerves and calming your worries. “We love you sweet girl.” Wanda whispers as she kisses your forehead once more time. Natasha pulls both you and Wanda down with her, your curled body falling in between theirs.
“Such a peaceful little thing,” Natasha ogles at your sleeping form, brushing her fingers through your hair as a dream finally takes over.
“You’re home sweet thing, finally home.”