#simpforsadbois💞

[not-your-damsel]

@literotica Let’s keep disrupting and threatening these archaic foundations! 🤟🏽😜

The idea that women are too old to read smut once they reach their mid-20’s is deeply rooted in patriarchical ideas of gender roles. Women in their 20’s must get married and stop desiring sex from anyone but their husbands, or to not “desire” sex at all but to perform sexually for their husbands. The idea of women reading and writing romance novels has been seen as dangerous for as long as romance novels have existed. Male scholars have been complaining about it for decades because women having and acting on sexual desires threatens a very old status quo.

So: are you a woman over 25? Do you participate in fandom? Do you read or write smut? Then congratulations, you’re participating in a long tradition of threatening the very foundations of the patriarchy. Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re “too old” to do any of that. Ignore them and keep on smashing.

[not-your-damsel]

Who knew I needed this tonight? 🥴

Gahhhleeee @simpforsadbois, this was so good! And I may not look at Shouto or Kiri like that and sometimes Izuku confuses me gives me whiplash with how I can find him very attractive yet so precious. Bakugou admittedly was the first one I died for and brought me to this level of depravity in the first place, but Hitoshi Shinsou?

Hitoshi fuckin’ Shinsou???

Hitoshi is my hubby, for fucks sake. Anything less to me is sacrilege, that’s prime husband material right there for me 🤤🥵😮‍💨

So I’ve never really been a fan of DILFs until I read your fics and I need you to know that I would give absolutely anything to be railed by a group of DILFs right now - 🧚‍♀️

Okay, you said the magic word, so lemme just take a moment & see what kind of DILF snippet I can cum come up with

DILFed Down

Pairing: Bakugou, Shouto, Kirishima, Izuku, Shinsou x reader

Warnings: cheating, daddy kink, ball gag, restraints, gang bang, anal, impact play, quirk play, breeding

Basically: You’re dilf!Shinsou’s new nanny & he wants to show you off to his Pro Hero friends.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Your boss turned lover gives your leash a soft tug, beckoning you forward.

He gently runs his fingers along your scalp as you crawl, your fishnet clad knees sinking into the thick carpet of the living room floor. The coffee table has been moved aside, so that you can be put on full display for Hitoshi’s envious friends.

They were all very curious about the new nanny they had seen shuffling his child to and from school and play dates with their own children. And now here you were, giving them a real good look at you.

A sheer lace bralette covered your breasts, a matching thong was hiked high on your hips beneath crotchless fishnets that came up to your waist. The ball gag in your mouth punctuated the notion that you were here to be seen, not heard.

“She’s fuckin’ gorgeous,” the number two hero has his eyes glued to your body, shamelessly ogling every inch of you. “You know you don’t have to fuck Eyebags over there, right? Come work for me, princess. I’ll double whatever he’s paying you.”

You blush a deep shade of pink and it seems to amuse the gruff blonde, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk that lights up his vermillion eyes. You now understand why Toshi was reluctant to invite him in particular.

“Shut it or I’ll break out a spare gag just for you,” Shinsou spares a warning glance to Bakugou.

“She is really pretty,” Red Riot’s grinning at you with a gentle look in his eye. Gentle, but still hungry enough to stir something deep in your belly.

“Yeah,” Deku agrees, scratching the back of his neck nervously as his eyes linger over your frame. “So pretty..”

“Stunning, really,” Shouto agrees. Heterochromatic eyes level with yours, a soft, lopsided grin on his lips as he holds your gaze. “I think you have to be the most beautiful woman that I’ve ever seen.”

Shinsou and Bakugou both take notice of the way you fluster, their eyes narrowing at the half and half hero, who doesn’t seem to notice the way they’re staring at him.

There’s another gentle tug on your collar and you sit back into a kneeling position, your hands folded in your lap as you cast your eyes down.

“Good girl,” Hitoshi murmurs, his tone as soft as the way he brushes the back of his hand along your cheek. “I trust that you’ll be on your best behavior tonight; you’ll behave for all these fine gentleman, right?”

You look up at him to nod in understanding and he caresses your cheek again, this time holding your face in his palm.

“Such a good girl,” he smiles softly, “Just remember what we talked about. You say the word, this ends.”

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But you never wanted it to. You hadn’t ever been this thoroughly satisfied in your life and it was such an exhilarating experience.

The feelings of so many hands wandering your body, so many mouths savoring the taste of you on their tongue, so many cocks in and around you at all times.

Rarely were any of your holes ever left empty. There were too many eager hands and dicks around, ready and willing to fill you up like you deserved, as they were doing now.

Bakugou rolling his hips behind you, sliding his fat cock in and out of your throbbing pussy, still slick and gushing with your juices as well as the fat load that Izuku had erupted into you.

Kirishima teasing your puckered hole, making you whine at the slight sting of his thick digit pushing inside, even as he let a generous amount of spit drop from his mouth to help work you open again.

Shouto’s kind eyes and soft, steady stream of praise juxtaposed your frantic moans and desperate actions as you felt yourself approaching yet another orgasm that was sure to fry your brain for a moment or two.

“You’re doing such a good job, babygirl,” Shouto pushes both hands into your hair, holding the sides of your head as he guides it to bob up and down on his cock. “Fuck, you are so, so good at that. I think I’d like to keep you for myself too.”

“Get in line, Icyhot,” Bakugou grumbles from behind you, his hips coming flush up against your ass as the head of his cock kisses your cervix, pulling a wanton cry from your lips that’s garbled around Shouto’s rock hard cock in your mouth.

He hunches over, taking your hair into his palm to grasp it as he humps you faster, inadvertently sinking Kirishima’s digit deeper into your ass while he loses what had remained of his self-control.

“I’m gonna make you cum so hard that you forget all about these extras,” he rasps in your ear through gritted teeth. “You won’t even remember their fuckin’ names by the time I’m through with you, princess.”

“Kitten?” Shinsou calls to you from his position on the couch, stroking his leaking cock.

You hollow your cheeks as you slowly lift your mouth off of Shouto’s length, “Yes, daddy?”

“Cum.”

You hear the word and your mind goes blank for a moment, your body going slack in tandem for a split second before it’s convulsing, wracked with pleasure as you cling to Shouto’s thighs and keen, loud and long while he rubs your back, once again admiring how beautiful you look when you come completely undone.

Bakugou is fuming behind you, jealous of having been robbed of the ability to gift you with another round of euphoria. He’s hammering his hips faster against yours in an attempt to bring you right up to the edge again and much to his satisfaction, you’re right back there in no time.

Shouto’s easing your mouth back down onto his cock while Bakugou leans back to find as much leverage as he can to knock up against your womb once again as Kirishima slowly thrusts his finger in and out of your tightest hole, marveling at the way you feel clenching around him as a groan leaves him.

Shinsou is still content to watch as Deku stands from his seat on the couch, looking to join back in on the fun as he languidly strokes his cock and saunters over to the heap of bodies in the middle of the living room floor.

“I don’t need to play mind tricks on ya to give ya the best high of your life,” Bakugou sneers, cracking a warm palm against your ass, growling at how it jiggles under his assault. “You’re gonna come crawling to my place on hands and knees, begging to watch my fuckin’ brats, so I can put a fresh one inside you while they’re off at school.”

[not-your-damsel]

*inhuman screeching sounds* I’M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THIS! Omg 🥺 this truly means the world to me, omfg, and you’re the first person to ever ask and/or want to be tagged in my works!! I’m also at 99 followers and that’s also making me so mushy, like? 😭 It’s 1:36am for me and I’m over the moon 😌💞

Tag you I shall, thank you so much bby!! 💗💗💗

Catch and Release

© not-your-damsel - Not to be read or posted anywhere else. Rb’s are much appreciated though 💚

Who :: DarkProHero!Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader, ProHero!Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader (It should go without saying that everyone involved are grown ass adults)

AN :: Truth be told, this was a little messed up something I wrote while wondering what it would be like if Izuku was one way to the public but a touch nutty in actuality, like he shouldn’t be a pro hero probably. Thank you so much @simpforsadboismain for telling me I should post it 💚! Please, please check out their brilliant blog @simpforsadbois, you won’t be sorry!! This is rushed and can actually be continued if anyone wanted it.

⚠️ :: Minors DNI 🔞, when I catch you, you’re blocked asap. This is a very unhinged version of Pro Hero Deku. His actions through this are quite disconnected and I want my adult readers to keep this in mind. I’ve been flirting with the idea of jumping into dark content, and I would say this is the point before any actual dark content shit. Deku’s just very ooc.

Word Count :: 2,851

CW :: Again, very ooc Deku, a couple of slaps to the ass (fem receiving), Izuku referring to himself as Daddy, Izuku being a cheater, Katsuki coming to the rescue.

Artist :: The ever talented SakimiChan. Be sure to please check out their work on Twitter and you can also sign up to be a patron of theirs through Patreon!

This was stupid. You were stupid. You should’ve never opened the door in your sleep induced haze, not bothering to look through your peephole at who might be on the other side of it. This is what you get, pinned between a cold hard wall and a warm hard wall of muscle while feverish lips attack your jawline and into your neck, nipping and licking you. His large hands are all over you, clearly wanting to feel every bit of you in as little time as possible, squeezing your flesh, pinching sensitive parts, while his picture perfect teeth graze your skin. You gave him up every single time, every time he’d ruin you and mark you in more ways than one, you’d swear off him only for him to come back and ruin you all over again. Your mind is sinking.

“Iz-Izuku… Izuku, stop it.”

He wasn’t listening, he never listened to your pleas. He was focused on more important things, like getting you to the edge of acceptance and compliance. To play with you just enough to have you begging him not to leave… not that he was intending to tonight, not with his large hands already kneading your ass under your large night shirt. It’s his merch and he wants to chuckle at how cute it is that you sleep with him on your body. He’s sliding you further up the wall, his face slowly passing down your body, stopping to sniff at you once he’s level with your panties. You want to curl up and die, to dart under your bed at how lewd he can be when he’s like this. You weakly push at his head, fingers sinking into curly green locks as you try to push him away from your clothed core but his teeth are already pulling at the material to take them down a little.

“Please, please go home, please…”

You’re trying to close your legs but his broad shoulders are preventing you from doing so. He’s nipping at your cunt through your panties now. Seems he doesn’t like that idea.

“Nothing for me at home.”

He gruffs out before diving back in to assault your pussy through your panties. You felt his tongue lave over your clit and it makes your hips unconsciously buck into his face, fighting hard to not let out a moan to encourage him further.

“Y-you-your wife!”

You watch as Izuku stops his advances and looks up at you, his features darkening. He lets go of you and you quickly slip down the wall with a yelp, but he catches you at the last moment and hoists you over his shoulder before making his way to your bedroom.

“Wait, please, Izuku!!”

You felt a harsh slap to your ass, the flesh jiggling by his head before stilling, quieting your protests from going on any further. Kicking your door open and making it to the bed in a couple long strides, Izuku threw you on the bed unceremoniously and quietly delighted in the bounce your body gave.

“What’d I tell you about bringing up my wife? Hm? When I’m with you, she doesn’t exist, didn’t I make that perfectly clear when we started this?”

He gestured between the two of you with a large hand. How wrong of you to think he’d actually wait for your answer. Grabbing you by the ankles, he pulls you to the edge of the bed and spins you over by the legs so that your tummy is now pressed against the mattress before pulling you up by the hips so that your ass is now in the air.

“We’re gonna have some fun tonight, right my cute little puppy? Look, Daddy’s had a rough night of it, a rough few months actually, and you’re the only thing that’s gonna make him feel better. Let’s get these pesky things off.”

In your newest position, you feel his hand almost caress your back before roughly yanking down your panties, letting them fall down your thighs while he takes his other hand and starts rubbing through your wet folds. You try to scramble away, but another harsh slap to the ass has you second guessing your actions.

“Nuh uh, nuh uh, no cheating, no running away when I’m trying to make you feel good, puppy. Fuck, look how wet you are for me already.”

Izuku’s already 2 thick fingers deep inside you, thrusting slowly while you grip your sheets beneath you, your legs shaking as you vaguely hear him fumbling with his belt and the soft pop of his button followed by him yanking his zipper down. His legs are kicking slightly to help the shimmying down of his jeans and when he presses against the back of your thighs, you feel how hard he is already as the tip of his cock smears pre along your inner thigh.

“Keep my merch on. It’s so fucking cute of you, I knew you still wanted me, you little fucking tease. I’ll be sure to send you more, especially the new lingerie line in my costume colors.”

A moan escapes your lips and you look back at him over your shoulder.

“Go home, Zuku. I meant what I said last time we saw each other and I didn’t invite you over to-“

He silenced you by loudly jerking himself off to prep himself for entry, slapping his length against your ass, his hot tip prodding at your hole before raking it up and down to gather your slick.

“Shh, shh. No need to lie, puppy. I missed you just as much, trust me. I just know you’ve been missing me, been wanting me around. I’m sorry I been so busy lately. But now I got you all to myself, for the whole night if I want! Aren’t you happy? As happy as I am?”

You go to protest yet again when he enters your dripping hole the moment he removes his fingers from you, letting out a choked, surprised sound. His hips are flush with the curve of your ass, the tops of his thighs touching the backs of yours as you feel his length twitch inside you.

“Ohhh, fuuuck yeah! So warm, so tight, I needed this. God!”

As you try to scramble away from him once more he’s thrusting back into you with reckless abandon. Pulling at your hips to keep you close, the sounds that fill your bedroom are the sounds of your skin slapping against his own each time he sheathes into you over and over again. Your mind is mush, you hate him. You hate that he’s so much stronger than you and that he’s so much larger than you, that he can toss you around like a rag doll and shape you to his fancy. You hate, no curse, the day you ever met him, that you somehow became his side piece while he lived the life of an admired and decorated hero with the fancy houses and cars, the top notch hero wife and the 3.5 kids with a family dog. But most of all, you hate how he thinks he owns you, how each and every time he comes back into your life like the lightning storm that he was as though he hadn’t ignored you for weeks or months on end to press play on whatever this was. Izuku’s now got his fist tangled into your hair, using it for leverage as he pounds into you from behind, feeling your body slide up the bed with each thrust only to get yanked back to him just for it to happen again and again.

“Fuck, fuck, who does this pussy belong to? Who’s pussy is this, puppy?”

You can’t find your words, all you can think about is the way he’s filling you up over and over, angling his hips every few thrusts to hit your spot and make drool dribble out of the side of your mouth.

“Fucking answer me!”

Each word was emphasized with a slap to your ass accompanied by hard and pointed thrusts, your answer coming out far too low after your little mumbled squeal met his ears.

“What was that, doll? I didn’t hear you properly.”

You knew he didn’t hear you. You’re sure if he did that he’d’ve stopped his movements.

“Uhn… I- I-”

You felt him slow down some, his arm hooking to your front to bring you flush to his now exposed scarred chest, thrusting at a more mind sembling pace.

“I want to be able to hear you nice and clear for me. Tell me again, who do you and this soaked cunt belong to? Who reams this pussy so well each and every time you end up forgetting who you even are? Hm? C’mon, use your pretty little words for me.”

With the back of your body pressed snuggly to his front and his large hand under your chin pressing your head back to his clavicle so you could look at him, you smiled sweetly up at his green eyes. Looking at him like that had him close to coming undone, but he kept himself held together until he could hear his name fall from the very lips he’d been thinking about for the last 2-3 days.

“Katsuki Bakugou.”

There were a lot of things you knew you should never do. You knew as a woman you should never be out after a certain time of night alone, you knew to lock your doors and such since you lived by yourself. You knew to make your every day items you carried on you into weapons when you were heading in between point A to point B. But no one ever told you what would happen when you poked a very time hardened dragon with the spear-tip of jealousy coupled with betrayal and disbelief. Izuku’s thrusting stopped altogether but he held you close all the same.

“What did you just say to me?”

You stayed looking in his eyes as they darkened for the second time that evening. Of course he didn’t know about Katsuki having met you. About how the two of you had grown close over the 4 months and some change that you’d last seen Izuku having told him off when you last saw each other. He was busy doing number 1 hero things, while Katsuki fell harder and harder for you, giving you the time of day and respect (playful yet begrudgingly) you deserved. And of course Izuku didn’t know of the night when you and Katsuki’s growing relationship had culminated to a point the night you truly melted under his overwhelmingly delicious sweet heat.

“You’re playing with fire, puppy, and I don’t want you to get burned. Ok? Now, that’s not funny. Try again.”

But you kept your sweet smile trained on his upside down features.

“Oh, no, Deku. I happen to know a lot about fire and Katsuki’s been the best teacher. Very thorough. I just don’t know or the life of me why you hate him so much.”

You moaned out the word ‘best’ and before you could speak again, you felt yourself being shoved away from his warm and sturdy body, falling into the bed before you could catch yourself. You suddenly felt a heavy weight atop you and a strong hand gripping your jaw to force you to look him in the eyes that were now pulsing in luminous green waves.

“You’re a fucking liar! No, no, no, a whore!!! No, a liar, yeah a fucking liar! Why would you think that’s something you can say to me?! Was it Bakugou who saved you that day a villain tried to kidnap you?! Was it Bakugou who showed you what it is to be wanted and desired by a real man?!?! Was it Kacchan who practically made you see God every single time you came on MY cock?! No!! It was me, goddamn it, me!! Appreciate and love me!!!”

He didn’t even realize that his quirk was beginning to activate. The sparks of green that were flashing in your room were snapping faster and faster the more he spoke and it was clear to you that his little speech held more weight than either of you realized. You pushed at his chest gently, refusing to say anything more to him just then as you watched his eyes soften a little.

“Have I meant anything to you? Anything at all?”

You wanted to scoff at him, push his face away from your own. The audacity he had to ask you that when all he did was use you whenever he pleased. Whether it was to blow off work steam, inner fights with fellow coworkers within and outside of his agency, or yet another fight with Ochako, especially when she threatened to take the kids from him, he’d come to you for release. But that was all you were ever good for. You were one of his dirty little secrets. One amongst a great many.

“Go home, Izuku. Just go home. And I do not want to see you again.”

Izuku silently slipped off the bed, stopping at the corner of it to grab his clothes pooled on the floor before pulling his boxer briefs up first then his jeans, followed by his tee. While he was busy doing that, his back turned to you while it flexed at his motions, you grabbed your phone and shot a text to Katsuki, telling him to please come over as fast as he could and that you’d see him when he got there. Once you finished you shoved the phone under your pillow before resuming your position with your knees gathered to your chest in defense huddling into yourself. You watched on as Izuku’s hand ruffled his thick green locks, before watching him bend in his seated position to grab at something on the floor. It wasn’t until the item flung back and hit you on your shin that you realized it was your panties. Moving as subtly as you could, you placed them back on you until movement caught your eye. Izuku was getting up, standing to his full height with his hands shoved into his pockets and his gaze cast downward to the floor.

“C-can I at least stay the night, please? I really don’t want to go home.”

You were already shaking your head at this. There was no way…

“Katsuki is coming over. I was expecting him and I thought you were him.”

You lied through your teeth and you didn’t care if he caught it or not. He looked to you, a look of hopelessness over his tired and overworked features.

“You were actually being serious about that? You’re really seeing Katsuki?”

You nodded silently.

“And I thought Ochako cut deepest. I was wrong, wow, was I wrong.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. But if you really wanted to compare wounds, you’d staunchly argue that Izuku had cut you down long ago. A series of short but urgent bangs came sounding from your front door stealing both of your attentions to look at the bedroom entrance.

“Hey, little dumbass, come open the door before I break it down!!”

Both you and Izuku’s eyes widened. He looked even more betrayed. Good. You slid off the bed and walked passed him hurriedly to your hallway to go open your door. As soon as you passed the threshold of your bedroom, you felt strands stop you in your tracks. Looking back you saw that Izuku had activated Black Whip and was keeping you in place.

“Izu- stop thi-”

“This isn’t over. This is far from over.”

He stared at you, seething. In your terror that he’d do something, you could faintly hear your door handle being jiggled frantically.

“Babe? Open the fucking door, you’re scaring me, goddamn it!”

Black Whip released you and you watched Izuku retreat into your bedroom before hearing him fumble with your window. You turned on your heel and rushed up to the door, unlocking it and stepping back knowing that Katsuki was gonna throw the door open.

“What in the hell took you so long? Ey, ey! Are you alright? Look at me.”

Katsuki was grabbing your shoulders and though it was rough, his thumbs were soothing you in gentle circles. Seeing the look on your face, taking in your body language, and the look in your eyes he softened a little. And then he heard it too, the window in your bedroom being closed followed by silence. Carmine eyes snapping to you after glaring down your hallway, he sees you looking down there too.

“Are you hurt?”

You shake your head. It isn’t enough, especially when your own eyes are still looking down your hall at your bedroom. Katsuki’s already marching down there, pushing the door open to find an empty room. Completely empty save for the fact that your window was closed so roughly that it managed to bounce back up slightly, leaving it a crack open. Walking up to it he rips it open, shoving half his bulky body out of the opening before looking around in every direction he can manage. Nothing is catching his attention, nothing except a faint flash of green that’s rounding the corner of the roof to the next door apartment building. He’s seeing red and he swears if his jaw clenches any harder than it already is, he’s going to break his own teeth. It seems there’s some investigating that needs to be done.

[not-your-damsel]

@literotica Thank you so, so much, sweetie!! Sorry for how late this is! And as always, right back ‘atcha dearest 😘

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And anyone else I may not have mentioned, you’re still all so special, my darlings 🥺💞

Tag a quality blog, You’re it! Quality doesn’t mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how many followers you have. Send this to 15 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them. ♥️❤️💛

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i really hope that's 15 but i have no math skills. but anyway. these are some of the nicest people i've ever met. love y'all (/p)

[not-your-damsel]

Ooohhh, @deleteddewewted thank you so very much, love!! Right back at you 💞

@sukunasbrat69 @blossominglark @literotica @simpforsadbois @galair @theravencawsatmidnight @themotherofmoons and anyone else I may not have named, you have a place in my heart 💗

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[not-your-damsel]

Oh my goodness, @blossominglark, muchas gracias, mamita!! Truly, that means so much to me 💗🥺

@blossominglark (right back at cha, bby!), @sukunasbrat69, @dabi0118 (been a bit, love!), @serostuffsmh / @serostuffmain, @theravencawsatmidnight, @deleteddewewted, @simpforsadbois, @hawnks, @amandasmurfee, @birf

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💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💌

thank you :(((

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[not-your-damsel]

I adore you too, bby!!! 💗💞💗

That’s my sweet wife over there, she’s the best 😩🙌🏽

& it’s ok, tag me all you want, hon!

55 and 47?

have a good day❤️

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47. turn ons

oof. okay, let's see.

aside from like kinks and shit; a sense of humor, common fucking sense, calling me out on my bullshit, b e a r d s, uhh women

55. tumblr friends

First of all, if you've ever been nice to me, we're friends. I don't make the rules, that's how it is.

I might have said this before, but I've been on Tumblr for years & it's only after entering this community that I've felt like I've actually made friends with anyone. Like, I literally cannot believe how nice and wonderful and sweet absolutely everyone has been to me. If you're not tagged, it's not bc I don't completely adore you, bc I do. It's just bc of my shit memory lmao.

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[not-your-damsel]

I know we’re not doing this shit at 5:12am on a Monday morning. Halloween is next month coo coo nonny.

You are going to experience something very bad soon

cool, i'll let you know if you're right dickbag nostradamus

[not-your-damsel]

Y’all really have my old ass out here tearing up! I can’t thank you guys enough, but just tell you guys that I’m truly touched. I look at your works and I think, “I want to do it, too! I miss doing it!” After leaving the previous fandom I was in and taking a long break, but this fandom has been nothing short of amazing and talented people like the beautiful souls of @simpforsadbois & @blossominglark who even though I’ve only just officially met Ash, both have been nothing but kind and utterly accepting of me. I may not have as much works out as you guys and I know my health gets in the way of a lot and I have to go to the hospital a lot too, but it’s folks like you who keep me wanting to write (despite the large wip stacks, eh, Ash?)

Muchas gracias, mi hermanita hermosa, Alo & now my other new little sister, Ash. You guys are just amazing 💗💞💗

Ayy, @not-your-damsel is currently at 99 followers. Y'all should go race to be lucky number 100! She's super sweet & talented and will not let you down 💕