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Mommy Wanda Head Canons
ᗢ Mommy Wanda x Autistic!Fem!Reader ᗢ
ᗢRequested by Anonᗢ
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda always speaks for you in public settings, not because she's controlling, but because you get too overwhelmed, and without even saying so, she steps in, knowing exactly what needs to be said as she holds you close, voice demanding the other persons attention, for them to focus solely on her.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda gives you the best aftercare after sex that you have had, the only aftercare you've had. She holds you close, your head against her chest, listening to her heart beat which in turn calms your own breathing. Wanda'f fingers gently strokes your skin from the side of your face, down your arms and down your spine. She gives you so much praise, "You did so good my love, I'm so proud of you, now just breathe for me, okay? That's it, slow breaths sweet girl." She would then ensure you drank at least one glass of water, have a few bites of a granola bar, before running you a warm bubble bath, with lavender bubbles, face masks, with Wanda either sitting in the bath behind you, or sitting on the side of the tub, knowing you needed her near you.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda remembers everything. Your favourite tea, the blanket you always steal, your favourite stuffie and comfort item, which side of the bed you sleep on, and when your social battery is running low before you even realise it. She knows you better than you really know yourself.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda bakes. She bakes everything you love, from raspberry turnovers, to lemon tarts, to fairy cakes. She loves to bake as it is, but making for you is one of her love languages. She always sends you to work with something freshly baked, in different shapes, usually hearts. And every time you eat what she's made you it feels like a warm hug.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda has this little habit of tilting your chin up with two fingers when you're doubting yourself to putting yourself down, or even being more sassy than she would like you to be. Then always starting her sentence with "Look at me." but never expecting actual eye contact and "listen to me sweetheart..."
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda is never casual about the way she dominates you in the bedroom, there's always a very specific reason and a need for every action she takes with you.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda never lets you drive. You can drive, but she'll never let you. You want to go out? She grabs her keys and drives you anywhere and everywhere. She knows driving is something that stresses you out, but even if it didn't she would still want to drive. She always has her hand on your thigh, playing the music, or nerdy podcast that you love the most. She wants to keep an eye on and ensure you are safe and comfortable.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda's other love language in touch. She was constantly have her hands all over you, and unless you tell her no, or you need a breather, not that you ever do, then she will always have a hand on you when she can.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda know exactly what to do when you have meltdowns. She holds you. Tight. Making sure you feel the pressure of her body around yours, until your nervous system relaxed into a normality again. She lights a candle, give you your favourite stuffie and wraps you in a blanket, like a little burrito.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda always has you calling her Mommy. Always. It brings you comfort, and she loves to hear the words leave your lips.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda knows when something is wrong before you do. She calls it her "Domme senses" and you hate and love how she always knows, but her knowing gives you a sense of security.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda, doesn't just enjoy, but revels in catching you staring at her, waiting for you to become flustered before asking, "Can I help you sweetheart?"
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda absolutely knows the effect her confidence has on people around her, and even better she uses her confidence to her advantage by flustering you and leaving you speechless. Every. Single. Time.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda doesn't ask twice. If she says, "Come here," there's an unspoken confidence, you never go against what she says, even when your moody.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda loves to read to you, usually after dinner, she'll curl up on the couch with your head in her lap, her fingers running through your hair, as her voice calms and soothes every single part of your soul.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda never shouts. She never raises her voice. The calmer she is though, the scarier she is, and you know for a fact it will mean you are in the most trouble. Her calm is like a storm, waiting patiently before rising through the clouds and when she does, you will firmly be put back in your place.
Mommy Wanda Head Canons
ᗢ Mommy Wanda x Autistic!Fem!Reader ᗢ
ᗢRequested by Anonᗢ
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda always speaks for you in public settings, not because she's controlling, but because you get too overwhelmed, and without even saying so, she steps in, knowing exactly what needs to be said as she holds you close, voice demanding the other persons attention, for them to focus solely on her.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda gives you the best aftercare after sex that you have had, the only aftercare you've had. She holds you close, your head against her chest, listening to her heart beat which in turn calms your own breathing. Wanda'f fingers gently strokes your skin from the side of your face, down your arms and down your spine. She gives you so much praise, "You did so good my love, I'm so proud of you, now just breathe for me, okay? That's it, slow breaths sweet girl." She would then ensure you drank at least one glass of water, have a few bites of a granola bar, before running you a warm bubble bath, with lavender bubbles, face masks, with Wanda either sitting in the bath behind you, or sitting on the side of the tub, knowing you needed her near you.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda remembers everything. Your favourite tea, the blanket you always steal, your favourite stuffie and comfort item, which side of the bed you sleep on, and when your social battery is running low before you even realise it. She knows you better than you really know yourself.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda bakes. She bakes everything you love, from raspberry turnovers, to lemon tarts, to fairy cakes. She loves to bake as it is, but making for you is one of her love languages. She always sends you to work with something freshly baked, in different shapes, usually hearts. And every time you eat what she's made you it feels like a warm hug.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda has this little habit of tilting your chin up with two fingers when you're doubting yourself to putting yourself down, or even being more sassy than she would like you to be. Then always starting her sentence with "Look at me." but never expecting actual eye contact and "listen to me sweetheart..."
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda is never casual about the way she dominates you in the bedroom, there's always a very specific reason and a need for every action she takes with you.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda never lets you drive. You can drive, but she'll never let you. You want to go out? She grabs her keys and drives you anywhere and everywhere. She knows driving is something that stresses you out, but even if it didn't she would still want to drive. She always has her hand on your thigh, playing the music, or nerdy podcast that you love the most. She wants to keep an eye on and ensure you are safe and comfortable.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda's other love language in touch. She was constantly have her hands all over you, and unless you tell her no, or you need a breather, not that you ever do, then she will always have a hand on you when she can.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda know exactly what to do when you have meltdowns. She holds you. Tight. Making sure you feel the pressure of her body around yours, until your nervous system relaxed into a normality again. She lights a candle, give you your favourite stuffie and wraps you in a blanket, like a little burrito.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda always has you calling her Mommy. Always. It brings you comfort, and she loves to hear the words leave your lips.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda knows when something is wrong before you do. She calls it her "Domme senses" and you hate and love how she always knows, but her knowing gives you a sense of security.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda, doesn't just enjoy, but revels in catching you staring at her, waiting for you to become flustered before asking, "Can I help you sweetheart?"
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda absolutely knows the effect her confidence has on people around her, and even better she uses her confidence to her advantage by flustering you and leaving you speechless. Every. Single. Time.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda doesn't ask twice. If she says, "Come here," there's an unspoken confidence, you never go against what she says, even when your moody.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda loves to read to you, usually after dinner, she'll curl up on the couch with your head in her lap, her fingers running through your hair, as her voice calms and soothes every single part of your soul.
۶ৎ Mommy Wanda never shouts. She never raises her voice. The calmer she is though, the scarier she is, and you know for a fact it will mean you are in the most trouble. Her calm is like a storm, waiting patiently before rising through the clouds and when she does, you will firmly be put back in your place.
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– synopsis | at one of stark’s crowded parties, you run into the woman who broke your heart — natasha romanoff. she still looks at you like you’re the only person in the room, but you’ve changed since she left. you’re stronger now, softer in different ways, and maybe, just maybe, ready to let someone else touch the pieces she shattered.
– warnings | heartbreak, emotional tension, jealousy, implied past relationship (natasha x reader), developing intimacy (wanda x reader), mild alcohol use, angst with comfort, longing, fluff. listen to "save your tears" by the weeknd for a better experience.
– word count | 993
The party is everything you’ve grown to hate about Stark’s idea of “team bonding.” Bright lights. Loud music. Too many smiles that don’t reach anyone’s eyes.
And then there’s her.
Natasha Romanoff.
You don’t even have to look to know she’s somewhere nearby — you can feel it, like static before lightning. That invisible pull, the kind that never really fades even after love turns into memory.
You promised yourself you wouldn’t care anymore, but the second you spot her across the room — standing at the bar with that quiet, haunted posture you know too well — your chest tightens. Her hair catches the light like copper flame, her shoulders broad and still, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. She looks the same, but different. Like someone who forgot how to breathe after losing something that once kept her alive.
And for a split second, she looks up. Your eyes meet.
Everything else stops.
It’s like the air is pulled out of the room. The sound of clinking glasses, the chatter, the beat of the music — it all fades until it’s just the two of you, staring across the crowd, both pretending not to drown.
You’re the first to look away.
Because if you don’t, you’ll remember too much — the warmth of her hand in yours, her breath against your neck, the way she used to whisper things only the dark could keep safe.
You take a step back, pulling your focus toward something that feels safer. That something is Wanda.
She catches your gaze immediately, a grin curving her lips — soft, knowing. She looks like she belongs to another world, one where things hurt less. You can’t help but smile back. She holds out her hand, playful, inviting.
“Come on,” she says over the music, voice low, teasing. “Dance with me before Stark drags us all into karaoke again.”
You laugh, because you know he will, and let her pull you towards the dance floor.
Her hand fits perfectly in yours, warm and steady. You can feel her pulse — quick, alive — and it matches yours beat for beat.
The song shifts, something slower now. The bass hums in your stomach, and the lights around you melt into gold and soft pink. The crowd becomes a blur of movement and color. Wanda steps closer, her perfume familiar — faint vanilla and smoke, mixed with something electric, something uniquely hers.
You sway together, not perfectly, not rehearsed — just two people moving the way their bodies want to. Her hands find your waist almost naturally, fingertips brushing the fabric of your dress. The touch makes your skin hum.
For a moment, you forget about everyone else.
You lean into her, your forehead resting against hers. Her breath hits your cheek — steady, gentle. You close your eyes, and the world feels small again, like you’ve both stepped into a secret space where everything is soft and slow.
“Wildest Dreams” begins to play. The crowd cheers, and you can’t help but smile. It’s your favorite song, and she knows it.
Wanda’s smile mirrors yours. “You always said this song feels like falling in love,” she murmurs, almost shyly.
“Maybe I did,” you whisper.
Her thumb strokes your waist in small, lazy circles. “Then maybe you should fall again.”
You open your eyes, and she’s looking at you like she means it. Like she sees the parts of you that are still stitched together with Natasha’s name — and loves you anyway.
You don’t think. You just move closer.
Her nose brushes yours. Her lips hover inches away, waiting. The tension is unbearable — that fragile, golden thread between almost and too late.
When you finally close the distance, the kiss is soft. Barely there. But it’s enough to make your chest ache. She tastes like red wine and hope. You melt into it, into her, into the gentle pressure of her hands sliding higher up your sides.
The world spins a little, but it’s not the alcohol — it’s her.
You pull back, just enough to see her smile — and it’s the kind of smile that feels like sunlight after years of winter. You brush a strand of hair from her face, your thumb grazing her cheek. She leans into the touch, eyes half-lidded, heart on display.
“I didn’t think I’d feel like this again,” you admit, voice barely audible.
Her fingers lace through yours. “Maybe you were just waiting for someone to remind you.”
You laugh softly, your heart pounding. “You think you can handle that?”
Wanda’s grin deepens, a flash of playful confidence. “Try me.”
You rest your head on her shoulder, her arm wrapping around you as the song continues. You can feel her heartbeat through her dress — steady, reassuring. The kind that tells you you’re safe now.
And across the room, Natasha watches.
She doesn’t even realize she’s holding her breath until Steve nudges her. She forces herself to look away, but her eyes find you again and again — drawn like a moth to a flame she burned out herself.
You have no idea that she’s still there, still watching with a heart half full of regret and half full of longing. You just keep dancing, smiling, laughing into Wanda’s ear. You deserve this. You deserve someone who stays.
By the time the song ends, you and Wanda are still standing close, your fingers tracing the inside of her wrist, her lips brushing the top of your head. She whispers something in Sokovian, words you don’t understand but feel anyway — like warmth, like promise, like something new.
The night blurs into laughter and stolen glances. You dance until your feet ache and your cheeks hurt from smiling. For the first time in a long time, you’re not haunted. You’re alive.
And somewhere behind you, Natasha finally looks down, blinking back the tears she swore she’d never cry again.
Because for her, it’s too late.
But for you — it’s the beginning of something that feels almost like peace.
I cannot believe I'm even writing this but do not guilt trip adults into thinking them having boundaries makes a minor suicidal. EVER. Suicide is a serious and hurtful topic that NOBODY should ever feel like because they don't want minors interacting with their page are responsible for. Nor should you use it as a ticket like it's a funfair. That's disgusting..
Alright howdy fuckers. I’m not being nice anymore.
I do not give a fuck if you don’t like my opinion. You wrote this fuckass message that’s “defending” your right to TALK TO A MINOR. and then block ME?! Atrocious. Sure you blocked “one minor” TO THEN STILL TALK TO ANOTHER ONE. It’s foul.
Your attitude is appalling. You’ve essentially GROOMED. yes I’m saying that. GROOMED A CHILD into thinking it is OKAY talking to someone like you who is TEN YEARS OLDER than them. But hey, I’m not a pedo or a creep like you. The second I knew marvel-posts was a MINOR I blocked.
It’s okay to want attention sometimes, maybe talk to people your own age and are out of school. You’re disgusting. I can’t believe how you’re acting. Grow. The. Fuck. Up. And. Take. Accountability.
Yall wanna know what really ticks me off as an empath? No I won’t use that word lightly.
The way people are so so so casual about lying. I feel horrible for having to be the one discontinuing ANY sort of previous interaction to anyone but on the same token I will NOT let you make me feel guilty about a decision I make.
In my little corner of tumblr if you EVER use the goodness in my heart for YOUR own benefit you are a mean and cruel human being.
Hii splatty. Im sorry. Why did you block me again? Did I do something wrong? Im so sorry if i did it was never my intention..
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I did block you again. I was made aware you are not 20. I do not want minors interacting with my page, and I am uncomfortable with the fact that you have lied to me and many of my friends. I strongly urge you to come clean about your age, because what you’re doing hurts real people who do not deserve to feel this kind of violation.
For anyone needing proof of this. I deeply regret even talking to her after finding out. This is a list of people that knew and did not do anything about it (screenshot 2).
We absolutely do not stand for this and hope we stop being contacted, especially considering how being blocked should be a clear indication about not wanting contact. Yet we still get asks.
This honestly makes me so angry finding this out, because lying about your age and “keeping yourself safe” isn’t the fucking point. The point is you lied to many of us, and by doing so are putting every adult you interact with in danger. You also knew about what happened with someone who lied about their age with me only last year and still went ahead and becoming friends. This is highly inappropriate and not okay. I hope you take accountability and really look into the dangers of what you have and are doing.
Thank you to you two for sharing this. This is so important with so many minors lying about their age in an adult only space.
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So you're a rage baiter going around to several accounts who are in relationships some you're aware of some not and claiming parasocial shite. You're ether a sad bot or someone who has 0 life outside of tumblr wishing to chase writers off the app itself. Pretty sad life?
some of you guys need a reality check. hiding behind anonymous accounts to comment on someone's tumblr, whether it be their relationship, fics, personal life. you do NOT knows these people outside of this app. this is exactly the reason so many of us left in the first place and why writers constantly lose motivation or simply don't feel safe in communities anymore. you build on parasocial relationships online then proceed to think your words cannot affect someone. if you aren't interested in someone's work, posts, art etc don't follow or interact. commenting on them parasocially is just sad.
I have made a decision for now to log out of this account. I won't be deactivating and maybe in the future may consider to write again but mentally I'm not in a good place to do so, nor do I wish to particularly interact with anyone at the minute and that's not on a personal level more on a mental aspect. Hope everyone stays safe for now tho. 💌
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Pairing: Yelena Belova x World Renowned Veterinarian! Reader (Fem).
Summary: When Yelena brought 4,000 acres of land in rural Ohio, her vision was clear: Rescue, Rehabilitate & Release, all while battling a worldwide exotic pet trafficking ring. When her head veterinarian resigns, Yelena needs a replacement, not just any replacement.
Tone: Mature for dark themes & smut. Slow burn trope.
Overall Warnings: Animal suffering, abuse & cruelty, violence, murder, sexual content, trauma & grief, medical procedures, war zones & conflict, weapons, alcohol consumption & mentions of drug use.
Each chapter will have its own warnings! These are just general overall.
If I missed any, please let me know!
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“Shh, patience, my love” Wanda murmured as you squirmed beneath her. She’s been teasing you all afternoon with light touches and her soft lips spending a painful amount of time leaving their mark on your skin. Her hands freely roamed your curves, letting the way you feel at her fingertips sink into her.
She loved seeing you like this, desperate and aching for her. Every trace of her touch spent a spark through you, making you squirm just a little more for her. She dipped her head, placing another kiss on your neck. “I know, baby” she whispered in a tease.
“You’ve been such a good girl for me” she adds, her lips brushing against your racing pulse.
She planted kisses down her neck, chest, between the valley of your breasts, your stomach before she was finally settled between your thighs. Her emerald eyes locked with yours as she left even more teasing kisses on your inner thigh.
“Look at you, so beautiful, so desperate for me. My sweet little slut, aren’t you?” She murmured as she ran two fingers through your slick folds. You gasped at her touch, instantly rocking your hips seeking more. Her fingers gathered evidence of your arousal, making sure to teasingly brush her fingertips over your clit.
“It’s pathetic how easily I can turn you into this adorable, wet little mess for me” she purrs, bringing her soaked fingers to her lips. She maintained eye contact with you as she wrapped her lips around the two digits. “Mmm” she hums satisfied.
You whined, embarrassingly, “Wanda…please” you begged.
Wanda released her fingers from her lips with a soft pop “please what, my love?” She teased, coldly.
“T..touch..me…f..fill me, any…anything! Please!” You cried out, your throbbing pussy clenching around nothing.
“You look so pretty begging for me like this” Wanda smirked as her fingers danced along your slick folds again. She teased you a little more, gently sliding one finger between your folds, loving the way you rocked your hips a little more than moments ago. “But since you asked so, so nicely…”
She slid two fingers into your warm entrance causing a strangled cry to escape your lips. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Wanda teased as she slowly withdrew her fingers only to slide them back inside you.
“Y…yes!!” You moaned, shamelessly bucking your hips to meet her thrusts. Each thrust of her fingers had you rocking your hips harder, desperately seeking release.
Your walls fluttered around her fingers as she curled them perfectly. “Right there, isn’t it, baby? That sweet spot that makes you nothing more than my pretty little fuck toy” she teased, slightly thrusting her fingers a little harder into your pussy.
Your walls clenched around her, trying to draw her deeper. “Mmm, that’s my girl” Wanda smirked, “squeeze my fingers just like that, darling” she added as she let her thumb draw tight circles around your throbbing clit.
The coil in your lower stomach tightened with each passing second. “P…please!! Wanda! I’m….ahh!”
“Cum for me, baby” Wanda says softly, “you can do it, darling. Cum for me” she adds.
Your back arched off the bed as you clamped down on her fingers, hands gripping the bedsheets, turning your knuckles white. “Wanda!!!” You practically screamed as you gushed around her fingers.
“Good girl” Wanda said, slowing her thrusts before capturing your lips in a deep kiss.
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