𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! — hi, my name’s lumi! i’m a 21 year old femme4femme lesbian. i’m also a switch with a dom lean <3 i’m currently single and not owned by anyone :)
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! — this blog is used for both fanfic writing AND 18+ nsfw sapphic writing. my content is not suitable for minors. interact my blog at your own discretion, i am not responsible for the content you consume.
𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒 ! — scat, piss, race play, body shaming, blood, drugs, alcohol, anal (& plugs), orientation play, temperature play (including hot wax play), clamps of ANY kind, anything involving animals, vomit, permanent branding or bodily harm, diaper play, psychological isolation, dehumanization (NEVER call me an ‘it’), water play, needle play
Nonchalant? NONCHALANT??? Fuck you, im going to learn your grandmothers recipes so I can cook them for you. I’m going to figure out what pet names make your heart flutter. I’m going to make you a playlist of every song that makes me think of you. I’m going to write about how the stars compete with one another in the vain hope that you might look up and notice them.
i REALLY need to fix my sleep schedule.. its almost 7am and i’m still not asleep and i also start university next week so i gotta get used to sleeping early sobs
we as a society have GOT to accept that it is okay if we get blocked. you do not have the right to interact with every single person on the internet. "but then i can't interact with their content" yes that is the point "but i didn't do anything" no one owes you an explanation and you don't have to have "done something" to be blocked. let it go
when you see other writers who are able to pump out so much fics in such little time while you’re here struggling to even write a paragraph (let alone smut, i try to write smut to the best of my ability but it’s so bad istg 😭)
a/n: thinking about MoM wanda so here’s this ficlet until I finish the finale of my ‘… between us’ series :). - xo, saph.
“you have a new suit,” you gasped out, your eyes focused on wanda’s ensemble that looked dark and decayed compared to her last one as she stood in front of you.
as you returned your gaze to green eyes that practically pierced into the very essence of you, you noted the black makeup around them.
with your gaze remaining on her face, you watched the redhead’s lips twitch into a satisfied smirk, “the book helped me in more ways than one…” wanda asserted, “do you like it?”
you paused at the unexpected question from the woman you hadn’t seen in over a month, and now here she was, standing in your home; different, heinous… corrupted. “that book is the reason we aren’t together anymore.” you frowned, ignoring her question.
deep down though, your answer was a complicated yes. you liked how she looked in the suit… she looked breathtakingly attractive, but the changes were too drastic, and you felt like you were staring at a stranger.
“but darling…” wanda breathed, taking a step closer to you. “look at the kind of power i have now.”
“I don’t want to, and I don’t want you here, either.” you enunciated, shifting back from the woman who wasn’t your wanda anymore.
she shot you a feigned frown, and the redhead took another step toward you. “you don't?” with another eager move forward, wanda raised her black fingertips, and as crimson swirled around them, your eyebrows furrowed. “you don’t want me to touch you?” she asked.
the question made your mouth dry up, and as your skin became highlighted with red that illuminated where you both stood in your dimly lit living room, you could feel your body leaning forward despite your mind telling you to walk away. “th-that’s not important, wanda.” you spluttered, “you aren’t the same person anymore.”
another smirk from wanda made your chest begin to rise and fall faster than before, and you watched in stupefaction as the remnants of her magic danced around yours and the witch’s head; you could feel the power oozing from the trails.
“maybe not,” wanda tuts with a slight shrug, “but i still feel the same, and i know you do too…” green eyes stayed fixated on you as she began to slowly walk around your form; circling you like prey. “I want to touch my girl again, is that so bad?”
before your eyes fluttered closed at the words, you caught sight of her burnt, serrated cape that trailed on the floor as she continued to pace around you. “my girl.” it made your tenacity falter, and with a quivering breath falling from your lips, you told yourself to remain steadfast.
"wanda..." you uttered with a slight shake of your head. you spoke her name as if to warn her, but it definitely didn't come out as such, and you cursed yourself for it sounding more like a whimper. "i'm not your girl anymore."
another tut from wanda caused your eyes to open, and to your surprise, she was facing you once again. "don't be absurd, y/n," she gently intoned. crimson magic began to fade into the air as her black-tipped fingers ceased their motions, and the only thing that continued to light up the space was the table lamp to your right. "you will always be mommy's girl."
your determination to remain strong was beginning to crack harder than the ones embedded in wanda's suit, and you could feel your stomach start to spiral with arousal. don't cave, y/n, you thought, but your right hand had started to move to wanda's cheek on its own accord.
your palm touched pale skin, and at the astounding warmth radiating from her, you gasped slightly; you assumed she would have felt cold. the woman before you was right - she did feel the same. "momma," you whispered.
a wicked smile spread across wanda's plump lips and a predatory glint shimmered in her eyes, but the resolve in you had now diminished and her nefarious nature was pushed to the back of your mind.
what remained in your thoughts wasn't the distinct difference between the woman who stood so closely to you and the woman she was a month ago. but instead, the way your body itched to be in wanda's hold and the way the scent of her consumed your senses.
"that's it, baby," wanda cooed, her blackened left hand moving to rest on top of your right that still covered her cheek. "mommy's here."
