This blog will contain NSFW posts as well as occasional moodboards, drabbles, and headcanons of some of my favourite female fictional characters. These characters include Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Emily Prentiss, Alcina Dimitrescu, Lexa (The 100), Vera Farmiga, and plenty more <3
🤎ೀ About me:
I am a femme4femme sapphic switch with no lean, and I do welcome the occasional flirting in my ask box, but I'm not looking for anything serious here. I have adored BDSM for years and look forward to using a few BDSM themes in my posts about my fictional crushes. My old blog was blue-willow-tree, I have been around on Tumblr for over 2 years now. I am in my 3rd year of my studies, which means I won't always be consistent with my posts, but I appreciate your patience and understanding.
I hope you enjoy my posts <3
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Figured I'd send you some questions from the NSFT ask game, enjoy ;) <3
14. What kink would you most like to try?
17. What's the kinkiest thing you've done?
37. Biggest turn on?
43. What do you do for aftercare?
Hi there sweet Bee, always lovely to see you around! x
14. What kink would you most like to try?
Definitely bondage. Whether I'm leaning down over a pretty tied-up plaything, or I'm grinding against somebody with my wrists tied above my head, I am definitely interested. And of course full-on shibari bondage.
17. What's the kinkiest thing you've done?
I've had break-up sex in a church. That was... interesting.
37. Biggest turn-on?
It differs from domme to sub. In a sub, I find it extremely attractive when they put up a bit of a fight at first, and then eventually just completely melt for me. Whether it's for my my touch, my words, or my mouth, I adore that moment when they give in. In a domme, I get extremely turned on when they are unashamedly needy or desperate to either touch me or use my body for their pleasure/release. I love someone who goes for what they want.
43. What do you do for aftercare?
I love it when we can lay in bed and talk about our favourite moments of what just happened. "Did you like it when I....?", "I got a ton of butterflies when.... happened", etc etc. I love when we can sort of relive everything straight after, and give each other reassurance that we loved every second of it. And, of course, cuddles and snacks haha x
summary: in which you decide to get what you want first thing in the morning.
words: 3.9k
warnings: top!wanda, power bottom!reader, dubcon/noncon, breeding kink, cumstrap (r receiving), somno (r giving), blowjob on cumstrap (r giving), enhanced strap, brief choking, just imagining slutting top!wanda out like this woeidbsibfwioe its the power bottom in me
this fic is for 18+ only. minors dni. read with discretion.
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The room was cool and the bed warm by the time you woke up. Legs shifting smoothly under the crisp sheets, you could hear the faint chirp of a lone bird outside the window along with what sounded like a gentle spring morning rain shower.
Plat plat plat plat the rain softly tapped against the window and quietly onto the roof above you. It was a sleepy rain, an early morning rain whose clouds blocked the sun from glaring through your window. It made waking a little easier, a little more soft.
The other thing that made waking a peaceful experience was the warm body you were tangled up with. The soft, curled ends of light brown hair tickled your bare shoulder, and it was the first thing you saw in the dim room as you opened your eyes. Your head rose and fell slowly with Wanda’s steady breath. It was resting on her bare chest, the skin there hot against your ear. She always slept so hot.
Your legs were tangled with hers, your arm thrown across her torso. As you blinked your eyes awake, you tilted your head upwards to get an angle of her from below. The stretch of her jawbone, the mountain of her cheekbones just beyond it. Heavy eyelashes fluttered closed, deep pink lips pursed in her sleep. The crinkle between her eyebrows that was always there when she slept. She was starting to get a permanent wrinkle from it, and while she was embarrassed of it, you told her it was just the imprint of all the dreams she’d ever had right there in one wrinkle between her brows so she would never forget them. Wanda was always a deep dreamer, for better or worse.
The puffy comforter you shared rested right below her breasts, likely pushed down during her overheated sleep. Her hair was splayed over her chest, barely covering the peaks of her soft pink nipples. Her skin looked pale and soft under the dim gloomy morning light. You let your hand glide over the soft expanse of her tummy, fingers pressing into her flesh as you shift, waking up a little more. Letting out a silent yawn, you casually let your hand stroll further down beneath the blanket, being thrown off guard a little when your hand touches cool silicone between her legs.
It was Wanda’s new creation still left strapped around her hips via harness from last night’s endeavors. It took a lot of research and magical effort for Wanda to create her enchanted strap that functions like a biological part of her body. Using her magic, she enchanted the strap so that she can feel through it and cum through it. Let’s just say the first few tries once she perfected it could be described as very quick, hot, and wet on her end. It was the most mind-blowing feeling she had ever felt, being able to feel you inside. Even now, a few weeks later, she still warns you how sensitive it still is, which you could tell from the beginning because of how fast she came with you.
Wanda’s magic was very powerful—spontaneous creation. For that reason, she insisted on wearing a condom the first several times using the enchanted strap out of fear of accidental pregnancy, though you knew she secretly had a breeding kink. Finally, she stopped using condoms, but she still pulled out of you every time. It was hot, seeing her get so close to just doing it, to just letting go and planting her cum deep inside you. You could see it on her face every time. But every time, milliseconds before release, she pulls out and chooses to spill all over your tummy or back instead. Of course, that was also hot in its own right. But you desperately wanted her to cum inside. You weren’t sure if it was the risk or the ownership aspect of it, but you fucking needed it.
And you knew she wanted it too. She had a tendency to hold you down when she’s about to cum, almost as if she is about to force you to take her cum, which you willingly would take every single drop. You even told her in a heated moment of passion to cum inside you once, and she almost did accidentally. Hearing you say that made her orgasm immediately, and she had to frantically pull out right as she spurted all over your mound, making sounds you’d never heard her make.
And now, in the dim morning light with cozy rain coming from outside, and Wanda’s soft, warm sleeping body with her cock in your hand as you thought over all these times with the new magical piece, you wanted it.
But she was so pretty and peaceful in her sleep with her crinkled brow of dreams and her slowly rising and falling chest. You wouldn’t wake her.
Licking your lips, you shifted your body so that you hovered over her, taking great care in slinking down her body without moving the blankets or the bed too much. With the hem of the blanket resting at the back of your neck, you rested your elbows over her plush thighs, eyeing the strap that now sat right in front of your face.
Humming, you trail your fingers to the harness straps, fiddling with the fabric on her hips for a moment before you carefully let them trail to the base of her cock, taking it in your fist gently. Glancing back up to her, you saw the same image—her head resting on the pillow, turned to the side, sleeping peacefully like an angel. The warmth between your legs grew as you formulated the plan of your desires, licking your lips and coming closer to her strap.
You placed Wanda’s length in your mouth. It surprised you every time how big she was—an advantage she smugly gave herself when crafting her piece. Suctioning your lips, you began to swirl your tongue around the tip of the strap with a gentle but purposeful pressure.
It didn’t take long before your mouth ignited the spell within the strap, and her magic peered through the silicone in cracks that looked like molten lava in a crimson hue. That’s how you knew she was aroused now, and as you looked up at her again, she was still sleeping as peacefully as ever.
It took some practice for you to understand how to give your girlfriend a blowjob since it was your first time, but Wanda was patient and could get off with basically any touch you gave her with how sensitive the strap felt when she wore it anyways.
So you lowered your mouth further down on her strap that was warming up between your lips, keeping your hand on the base to keep it steady. Letting your other hand gently squeeze her thigh, you sucked her gently, wanting to make her feel good but not wanting to wake her up. It startled you when, as you took her entirety in your mouth so that the tip of her cock poked the back of your throat, Wanda’s legs twitched under you. It was only once and, looking up as you deepthroated her, you saw that the sleeping look on her face remained unchanged.
The depth with which you took her in your throat prompted tears to form in your eyes and saliva in your mouth. Sniffling, you kept taking her all the way in and then suctioning as you lifted your mouth from her, letting your tongue flick around her tip before deepthroating her again. You were slow and gentle, but she was hot and throbbing with magical arousal. You could even smell it on her now and, reaching down under the base where her slit was, you found that she was wet there, too.
Getting excited, you bobbed your head perhaps a little too hard, and she twitched again, this time letting her head sway to the other side. You paused, waiting for any sign of further movement or signs of being awake, but she was still deep asleep, the crease in her brow deeper now. You went back to sucking her off dutifully, and as wet sounds filled the air, Wanda moved again, this time arching her back. The movement sent her hips bucking up, which shoved her cock into your throat unexpectedly, causing you to choke on her girth.
Recovering, you continued carefully and watched as she twitched and squirmed in her sleep, somehow still staying deep asleep even as you could feel her throb faster. Her lips fell open at one point, soft gasps of air filling the quiet, dim room along with your wet sucking sounds. Her body heated up even more under your hands, and she started to buck her hips more.
Picking up your speed, you deepthroated her more and more, choking yourself on her strap while she grew even more restless. You knew she was seconds away from cumming, so you grabbed the base of her strap and sucked harder and faster. Finally, with a whispery, sleepy moan, and a more violent twitch of her hips, Wanda came in your mouth. You kept your mouth around her, feeling her warm cum gush at the back of your throat and ooze down it. You waited, letting her twitch and gasp and push out every last drop of cum before you finally swallowed it and took her out of your mouth. She was sweet to the taste with just a hint of metal, an interesting mix of her magic that reminded you of the taste of her real arousal.
There were many benefits to this magical creation of Wanda’s, one of many being that there was an unlimited supply.
Her cock now wet and shiny and slightly glowing, you carefully crawled back up her body and straddled her. She had almost immediately fallen back into utter stillness as soon as she came, except for her chest that was rising and falling much faster now. Biting your lip, you reached down and took her breasts into your hands, squeezing and letting your thumb roll over her nipples that were already rock hard for you. You could feel her cock, resting below your thigh, twitch and throb, basically vibrating with magic. All you could taste was her cum that coated the inside of your mouth, the taste still soaked into your tongue.
She just looked so pretty, even more relaxed now, having just helplessly cum in your mouth without even knowing it. Leaning down, you pressed a chaste kiss to her still lips before moving your mouth to her neck and pressing soft, wet kisses there. You let your hand grope her breasts for a moment before sliding it down and rubbing her tummy, lowering it further and further until you reached below yourself and took her strap in your hand again.
Still kissing her neck, and feeling her twitch once below you, you adjusted yourself over her cock and rubbed your throbbing, wet slit down her length, not letting it go inside. You remember the first time you did that, before she ever went inside you with the new strap, and she had prematurely came. She had been so embarrassed, taking off the cum-filled condom and tearing the strap off of her and getting up, but you’d found it so hot. You loved having this control over her. You loved knowing that you held this power over her, that you could make her cum so easily, that she desired you so much that she found it hard to even have any control. You wanted to tease her constantly, to degrade her and embarrass her by using her desire for you against her.
Wanda’s sleepy breaths hitched as you rubbed your warm, wet folds up and down her length, leaving a wet, sticky trail on the strap. She shifted under you, turning her head back to the other side. Her eyebrows creased deeper, her face contorting into a look of neediness as she subconsciously bucked her hips, pushing herself harder onto you. Chuckling, you gave her one last kiss on her neck before sitting up fully, unable to control yourself anymore. You wanted to get what you truly wanted out of her before she woke up.
Your breathing growing heavier, along with the rain pattering much harder on the window outside, you lined Wanda’s cock up with your entrance, letting it sit there pressed against it for a moment. You took a deep breath—her size still surprised you, and you still needed to relax and prepare yourself before taking her in. Thanks to the blowjob and how wet you were, there was enough lubrication for you to lower yourself down on her cock, feeling her slide right in and stretch your walls around her.
“Fuck,” you whispered as you stopped halfway, feeling a tinge of pain. Wanda shifted beneath you, which didn’t help, so you just took another deep breath and basically slammed yourself down on her, Wanda’s entire cock ramming deep inside you.
As if on cue, right as you let out a louder shriek than you meant to because of the way her cock hit your cervix, Wanda also let out a sleepy form of a moan, her head swaying to the side as her legs shifted under the blankets below you.
Placing your hands on her shoulders, you stayed still and felt her throb inside you as she squirmed, watching her eyes scroll side to side behind her eyelids. Biting your lip, you slowly lifted yourself off halfway before coming back down again, nearly seeing stars when she hit your deepest point again.
It was obvious that doing this wasn’t going to keep her asleep for much longer. She was still moving, eyelids fluttering, lips twitching as if trying to speak between her growing breaths. She was breathing faster now, redness blooming on her cheeks.
There was no point in being careful now. Grinding your teeth together, you rolled your hips, throwing your head back as she hit your sweet spot in your lower tummy. She was so big that her cock was basically all you could feel as you rode her, feeling pure pleasure bloom inside you as you anticipated the ending you were dreaming about.
“Mmmm-nnnn” Wanda murmured as she squirmed more beneath you, kicking at the sheets covering her feet and arching her back. “Ahhh…” She was starting to come to, being lured by your actions into an in-between state between sleeping and waking. She was arching her back off the bed and bucking her hips up into you, natural instinct to have more friction and be as close to you as possible coming through.
Power filled you as you stared down at the helpless witch, her cock lodged deep inside you, throbbing as you bounced on it. You bit the tip of your tongue and squeezed her shoulders, digging your nails into her skin as you rode her cock.
The feeling of your nails in Wanda’s skin was the one thing that brought her into awareness. Her eyelashes fluttered, mouth dropping open. Finally, her eyes opened fully, exposing those pretty irises that were usually green but were now a deep, sleepy crimson red from the magic she was subconsciously using.
A grin slashed across your own face, your tummy filled with excitement as you watched the look of confusion on Wanda’s once peaceful face. This was the second moment you were anticipating the most. Her eyebrows contorted in confusion as she stared up at you, her eyes blank with dumb sleepiness at first as her mouth let out heavy breaths. Then she blinked a few times, her eyes falling down over your body and to her own. She saw her cock, glistening with wet, appear halfway with every other bounce you made. She watched it appear as you lifted up, and then disappear again as you slapped yourself down on her lap.
Then she felt it. The tight, wet warmth. The squeezing of your walls around her. The more textured parts around your cervix, how much warmer and tighter you felt the deeper she was. Your lips smushed against the base of her cock when you had her fully inside. The ridges of your cunt massaging her length as you jerked up and down on her, the friction feeling like a white hot flame of pleasure with each stroke.
Her mouth fell open wider with a loud, startled moan, her hands immediately slapping onto your hips and holding them. “Baby!” she exclaimed in surprise, trying to blink the bleariness out of her eyes as you continued fucking yourself on her.
You giggled at her reaction, how she was confused but so turned on and so obviously overwhelmed by the feeling of you milking her cock as soon as she woke up, this being the very first thing her consciousness experienced this rainy morning. You felt her cock swell a little inside you, now that she was awake with her magic.
Her breathing turned into gasps, her eyes squeezing shut as she hissed through her teeth, her hips trembling as you slammed down onto them. “Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck,” she croaked, her voice sleepy and husky and burning hot in your ear.
“I always wanted to wake you up like this,” you whispered, scratching down her chest and over her nipples, causing her to let out the cutest little high-pitched whimper.
“Fuck,” was all she could whisper, holding your hips as they bounced up and down on her length.
You could see the sweat breaking on her forehead, the flush in her cheeks, the way her tummy tightened under your palm. She was getting close.
“D-Did you use prot-protection?” Wanda stammered, her brown hair starting to stick to her temples. She knew the answer. She could feel it, but she needed to ask anyway.
Chuckling, you let out a pornographic moan just to make her shudder and then said, “Nope.”
Wanda’s eyes widened a little in panic. She could already feel herself leaking a little, or maybe it was just your wetness, which was also dripping down her shaft and onto her thighs. Through the slight panic in your eye you could see the desperation, the idea she always dreams about sitting right there in her brain.
You purposefully clenched, and she bit her lip and threw her head back, her body lifting off the bed as she pushed herself into you. You gasped at the depth but used your strength to pin her hips back down to the bed.
“Baby,” she breathed, her eyes barely open. “Baby, get up.” Her voice grew breathy with quickness. “I’m gonna cum. Get up.” She slapped your hip a few times to make you get up, but you kept riding her.
“No,” you purred, leaning down closer to her face and smirking. “You can easily push me off if you want to.” You watched her, struggling to keep her eyes open, her body moving with your bouncing, look up at you with such a strong mix of horror and desire on her face. You waited, but she only continued to struggle beneath you, not making any effort to use her magic or strength to push you off. “So why don’t you?”
Wanda whined, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as if just looking at you was going to make her bust. Her nails dug into your hips as she trembled, looking like the pleasure was turning into pain as you continued to ride her. There was no way she would actively deny you. She could stop herself all she wanted when it was her in control, but if you were going to take it from her, she couldn’t not acquiesce.
“Baby, please,” she murmured through gritted teeth, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from the struggle to keep herself from cumming. You knew she could stop it if she wanted to—you didn’t have her physically wrangled, and even if you did, her magic could put an end to it immediately. “Please, get up, I can’t hold it.”
Grinning, you slam your hand over her throat, and she gasps, choking slightly as you squeeze her throat. “You’re so cute like this,” you whisper, “Begging me to stop. You’re the one who can’t control yourself.”
Tears were falling down her cheeks now. “Please, please,” she begged, her eyes squeezed shut. “Please, baby, I can’t—I can’t hold it—I’m gonna cum, fuck, please…”
“Do it. Give me all your cum,” you hiss, riding her harder to the point where the bedframe slams against the wall. Wanda, choking on the pressure of your hand around her throat, trembled and violently twitched below and inside you as she tried her hardest to hold it. But she was hot to the touch, and so were you, and your cunt felt so good squeezing around her cock, and you were taking complete advantage of her which she found to be so hot, and she hadn’t been able to stop dreaming about breeding you for weeks now, and it was all too much for her to even stop it.
“Fuck, baby, fuck, get off, I’m gonna… fuck, fuck fuck!”
Wanda’s nails dug into your hips as her words turned into incoherent babbles, her mouth falling wide open and her body lifting completely off the bed as she finally lost all control. You tried to watch her as long as you could, but your eyes fluttered closed when finally you felt her cock give one last hard twitch before loads of her burning hot cum went gushing deep inside you, splashing the wall of your cervix and filling your tummy all up.
The feeling made you cum, shivering on top of her and squeezing around her which only prolonged her orgasm even more. Wanda saw flashing images of you pregnant, which had been fueling what she thought was fear for weeks now, but she was learning just now that that fear was pure fetish. She tugged your hips down onto her and pushed herself as deep inside you as possible as she loaded you with her cum, surprising you with her strength as she kept you in a complete hold.
After a few moments, when she had filled you with all she had to give, which was a shocking amount this time because of how long she had held it, and you were limp against her chest, recovering from your own orgasm, Wanda finally relaxed, letting go of your hips and closing her eyes.
“Fuck,” she breathed, panting as sweat rolled down her tear-streaked face. You were quiet for a minute, relishing the feeling of a full tummy of Wanda’s cum, her cock throbbing gently in your cunt. You were so glad she’d enchanted that strap.
Finally, you hummed, looking up at her. She looked dazed and fuzzy-minded, her eyes hooded and cheeks blushing red from embarrassment. She sighed and grinned sheepishly, placing her hands over her face. You smirked. “That was a lot better than cumming on my tits, right?”
*Ahem* I think *cough* I think I have something stuck in my throat *ahem*
If Heated Rivalry was about two sapphic women, the show wouldn't even get a quarter of the amount of attention it got but people aren't ready to discuss the fetishisation of gay men, the "I want a gay guy best friend" allies who are also the "Ew please don't get a crush on me just because I'm another girl" allies, and that misogyny exists in all communities including this one and including sisterhood
I just feel the need to list a few basic unspoken rules of online internet safety, respect, and morals.
When you are an adult who posts NSFW content, you do not allow minors to interact with you in order to respect your own safety as well as the safety of their mind. Minors look for NSFW content, this is inevitable and unavoidable, but you can avoid interacting back, and you can block them when you are aware of them in order to honour both lines of safety.
When you are an adult who has become aware of a minor lying about their age, attacking is not the way to go about it. Harassment is not the way to go about it. At the end of the day, the core issue is the fact that it is a child, and adults do not harass children. Our boundaries are not only to respect ourselves, but to respect them, their safety, their naivety, and their innocence. You block, you move on. You do not harass.
To the adults defending the minors who do this:
When you are in a position of power and authority, but continue to allow a wrongdoing to occur, you are equally guilty to the consequences.
When you are a witness to somebody's boundaries being violated, but continue to allow this to happen, you are equally guilty to the violation. You broke consent, you continue to remain unashamed about the fact that you broke consent of multiple individuals, and in the NSFW community you are now deeply scorned, rejected, and no longer welcome.
To the individual on the developers team who created the update wherein the "Save" button on a drafted post now means to automatically post said post, I would like to inform you that for the rest of your life I wish that your chargers stop working, your earphones only work at an odd angle, and you're always either too cold or too hot for the rest of your life so that you're always slightly peeved.
Is there anything you would have changed about your childhood?
I would have dropped out of school to become a spy for my government. Then, at this very moment in time, I would have gone rogue. I would have used all my 20+ years of experience to find your exact location, book a flight ticket, stand outside your house, pick up a stop sign, and smash your car with it (with a whole lot of glee) while you keep telling me to go away. It seems you need a lesson on how it feels to tell someone to go away, and see them ignore it
Men. For the love of all good things. DNI. You aren't wanted here and never will be 🧚♀️✨️
Oh Willo! It’s absolutely wonderful to see you back 😘 and I saw you’d like some numbers for the ask game, so here I am lovely, also a little check in?
Food? Water? Self care? Remember to look after yourself 💛
Now on to the numbers…
5. Do you do hookups
6. Ideal first date spot
14. Casual or serious dating
23. Are there any lesbian subcultures you are part of
41. Do you cook or bake
46. What is your ideal partner like
Mwah 💋
Hi there, Bee x
Food, eaten. Water, drunk. Self care, all done. How about you? ♡
5. Do you do hookups?
I've only ever done it once and that was 2 years ago. I don't think they are for me, I prefer intimacy x
6. Ideal first date spot
I'd have to say either at a picnic or having dinner at one of our homes. It's quieter, intimate, and a bit more comfortable
14. Casual or serious dating
Definitely serious. I, personally, have no interest in casual dating or one night stands. I prefer when things are personal and more intimate, where deep feelings are involved. That makes everything better for me, including the sex, which is usually the most focused factor in casual dating.
23. Are there any lesbian subcultures you're part of?
Well I'm definitely a femme switch. I don't care much for the other labels like lipstick lesbian and gold star and all the rest, I prefer just sticking with femme switch haha
Deffffffinitely staying home! I went to clubs quite a few times during my first two years at uni. If you're not drunk, it's just pure overstimulation. No thank you, I prefer my pajamas, a good smutty sapphic book, and my snacks :P
41. Do you cook or bake
Neither.. I can barely even fry an egg...
But I do bake about twice a year when I visit a dear friend of mine!! Do we absolutely butcher the recipes? Tremendously. But everything always comes out delicious somehow haha
43. What's your love language
Answered here x
3. Have you made out with a stranger
A complete and utter stranger? No. People I barely know? Multiple times, yes.. I was a bit of a wild one in 2023-2024, I fear
For the ask game I was curious about: 43, 44, 45, and 46 👉👈
I hope you've been well and that the universe is being kind to you, if not let me know and I'll bite it *acts intimidating but fails and only looks cute*
-🐘
Such great questions! I'm excited to answer them x Also, hello there, my sweet elly-elephant. The universe has unfortunately been a tad rude to me lately, but hey, I'm sure you'll scare all of its rudeness right off with your very intimidating threats 🤎😘. How have you been? <3
43. What's your love language
I'd definitely have to go with words of affirmation, and it goes both ways for me. I tend to spiral when I fall short of reassurances, I like knowing that somebody likes me as much as I like them by hearing them say it without shame. Don't get me wrong, I love physical touch and quality time dearly. But words of affirmation is how I communicate love and how I like it communicated with me too <3
44. What type of kissing do you like
Every single kind. Soft kisses. Rough kisses. Sweet kisses. French kisses. Casual kisses. Quick kisses. Eskimo kisses. Nose kisses. Cheek kisses. Australian kisses (wink wink). Every single kind x
But my favourite is definitely desperate kisses.
45. Favorite outfit for going out
Comfy long pants with a cosy sweater in the cold weather, and my low rise shorts with a beach top for the summer days
46. What is your ideal partner like
Hm. I think I just want somebody who is on the same wavelength that I am when it comes to life. I want us to find beauty in the same things, and I want somebody who is patient, kind, and understanding. Someone who understands what BDSM means to me, what relationships mean to me, and what life means to me. Someone who makes me feel as loved and liked and I love and like them. That's all I want, really <3
heya luv (hope that nickname is okay, please do tell me if not)
it‘s been a while since i wrote to you, or been on here at all but i just stumbled upon your account again x
i just wanted to inform you, that your pinned post still says you are 20, while your bio says 21 x
thought i would tell you
in hopes you remember me,
x🧡
(in case you do not, my pronouns are she/her, i am 18. and actually about to turn 19 in a bit!)
That nickname is perfectly okay, hi there lovey x
I want to say thank you for telling me about my pinned! I fixed it as soon as I read this. And I'm so sorry for how long it took me to get back to this, life has been a big mess lately. 2026 is only in March and already it isn't my favourite year :')
It's been a while since I've seen that pretty orange heart in an ask of mine. Of course I remember you. You've been around for a while, thank you for all your support, angel ♡ On this blog and my previous one. Are you well?
