#so thank you v much to the anon that requested this ily

[hotxcheeto]

Hey, horny anon here lol ! I hope you’re doing well !

May I request a vi x female reader smut where they’re both so horny that they almost start having sexe in a public place and finished it somewhere more private with vi being a dom ?

Thank you soooo much for your amazing writing !!

━ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, public sex, v fingering ( r! receiving ), kissing, biting, light descriptions of c*m, make out sesh, mentions of discomfort, dom!vi, sub!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - wowzers this took me forever, ty sm!! ily!!

REBLOG MY WORK! I WORK HARD & IT'S APPRECIATED!!

"They're watching..."

You whispered against her lips, bouquet halfway falling on the ground, hanging by a threat in your grasp as she kissed you over and over. Her lips running down then up, sucking and biting bits of your neck wherever she desired.

"Let 'em." She muttered, peaking from the corner of her eye at the boys that had been staring you down earlier that day. Their faces in slight shock and even disappointment. Trying not to look while their faces turned red from frustration and their eyes rolled.

They'd been watching you pick out the flowers from the stand while Vi handed the vendor the money. Such an awful assumption that she'd been just a friend, truly, because Violet was far from a mere everyday acquaintance you'd meet up with.

"But-" She cut you off by kissing you, smirking against your mouth when you let out a gasp, reciprocating almost immediatley. Her hands were on your hips while one of yours was placed firmly on her chest, the other trying to keep the petals from scraping the cement.

She tasted like alcohol, the same drink she'd bought earlier in the day when you stopped at your bartending job to grab your forgotten jacket from the day prior. It was a new menu item, a fruity kind you wanted her to try.

You were very glad for it now.

"Feels good..." You whispered, chasing her lips when she pulled back a bit. "Yeah?" She hummed, hand dancing down to the button on your jeans. "Not here." You looked at her, suddenly very worried and very much filled with a plea for privacy.

"Relax, cupcake, I wasn't gonna." She pulled you forward by your waistband, nodding to the alleyway just a little ways down. "But I will once they aren't fucking looking."

You hesitated when the offer arose, looking at the alley before the thump, thump, thump of your arousal made you give in. Looking at her with a pouty lip and a look that screamed you were ready to be taken care of.

"Really fast okay?" You asked, watching her nod her head and grab at the back of your neck. "No promises, pretty girl." "Vi..."

You dragged her name as she pulled you behind a tower of boxes, blocking your view of the road, and the view of you from the former.

"What about my flowers?" You huffed, feeling her take them from your hand before you even got to turn around. The bouquet nicely sat on top of a box, and by the time you were looking back at her, your button was undone and your zipper was between her fingers.

"Violet-" Your head lolled up, catching her lips as your jeans shimmied down your thighs exposing your pretty panties to her. And only her.

"Look at that..." She nipped your jaw, pressing her forehead against her own while looking down at your lower half. "So pretty, sugar."

Vi met your eyes, hand slipping in and over your cunt, the tips of her fingers brushing your wetness as your small breaths fanned her face.

"Can I?" You nodded your head, grip wrapping around her wrist as a finger just barely brushed over your clit making you whine. You wanted more, not caring who could walk into the one way alley, only caring that she still wasn't moving how you wanted her to.

"Please Vi..." You whispered, her digits soon circling around your clit slowly. Kisses running down your neck while she inched closer and closer to your hole.

"I need to hear you say it." She spoke quietly, looking down at where her hand disappeared into your pants. "I wanna hear what you want, Y/n." Rarely did your actual name pass her lips, opting for more sensual options, usually.

"I want your fingers inside me-" The sentence barely got to pass your lips when she entered you, mouth falling agape and grip tightening on her arm. "Oh-"

The sounds of chatting were muffled, the dudes from earlier forgotten. You felt the way her fingers ran against your walls again and again while the rest of your hand sloppily bumped your clit here and there.

You subconsciously spread your legs, her other arm keeping you balanced against the brick wall. Though, all you could focus on was the way she reached deep inside, her fingers long but thick. Two was enough...

..but then came a third.

"I- I can't-" She ignored you though, only silently nodding her head, her nose bumping your own as she softly whispered sweet things to you. Things you could barely hear over your quiet cries, trying your hardest to be quiet even though you knew the people walking by were far too loud and too uncaring to hear or investigate the sounds.

"Feels good... oh-" Your head dug into the cement bricks, ignoring the discomfort and instead digging your nails into her pale skin. "Faster, please Vi.." Vi nodded again, kissing the spot between your eyebrows while moving her hand in out at a pace that caused a light wet sound to meet your ears.

You felt so nasty, all exposed without a care, humping into her hand wanting nothing but release. And they way her hand just kept nudging your little bundle of nerves brought you closer and closer. You couldn't look her in the eye, looking everywhere but at her.

Your favorite, was watching her hand.

Her other hand gripped your other leg, taking you off guard. You nearly yelled at the deeper angle, clenching your teeth and crying out to her, finally seeing the way her pupils grew at the sight of your trapped nature. You had nowhere to go, only taking what she was giving you without even a complaint.

"M'gonna-" "I know, cupcake."

You let it happen, you wanted it. Moaning and bucking towards her fingers. Clawing at her, begging for her to keep going, then to stop. You felt it everywhere, you felt her everywhere as you came. Legs giving out beneath you,

but she wasn't going to let you fall.

"Think they're still there?" Vi asked, your mind hazy and as heavy as fluff. You could barely hear her let alone process what she was saying with her digits still deep inside your cunt. Cum leaking from your hole and onto her flesh, that's what you were thinking about.

"I dunno..." You muttered, earning yourself a kiss on the cheek, and then another and another. You giggled, her hand coming out from your pants and moving to her mouth to suck them clean.

"That's gross..." She smirked at your words, shrugging her shoulders while reaching for the discarded bouquet. "Cleaner than that wall you're still leaning on."

She neglected to tell you how good you actually tasted while licking her lips.

[sim0nril3y]

Hi bby girl. Love your writing, I told you before as an anon and I came back bc I love how you put into words

(Sorry to use anon, I'm very shy)

I wanted to request you to write about civilian!reader and Simon being emotional in the middle of the act. Reader feels overwhelmed by all the emotions and feelings and it's like she starts sobbing bc of all the pleasure and praising from Simon

Thank you in advance! Keep writing, you make us happy 💗

Note: eeeeeeee thank you so much for your request, I love, love, loved writing it so much, hope that I did it justice! you are so sweeeeeeet for all your kind words, ily! (no need to be shy, i'm super friendly, i promise!) Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), established relationship, p in v, overwhelming sex, multiple orgasms, crying during sex, caring Simon, canon typical swearing.

It was impossible to say how long that Simon had been curled over your frame, fucking into you deep with his perfectly fat and long cock, his lips pressed against every inch of his skin that he could reach, clasping needily at you whilst whispering the most sinful and sweet notions into your ear.

By now you had lost count of how many times you had spasmed and squirmed to completion on Simon’s cock, panting and clawing at his skin whilst your whined and whimpered. It was overwhelming to say the least. A delicious and intoxicating mixture of cumming hard around his cock as it stroked and prodded at the deepest parts that only Simon could reach.

“There you go.” Simon breathed heavily, smiling against your warm skin feeling you coming apart around him again. “Give it me, baby. Give me everything.” He praised, voice a little strained. “Y’such a good girl for me. You perfect little cunt was made for my fat fuckin’ cock.” Simon nipped at your earlobe. “My good girl. My good fuckin’ girl.”

It was overwhelming. That was putting it mildly. There was this build of emotions that was bubbling in your chest, like a big ball caught rising up and up until falling a fraught sob caught in your throat. Wait, were you crying? What did you start crying? Oh, shit.

The sound had caught Simon’s attention, eyes scanning across your face to try and figure out the problem before finally stilling his hips, keeping his cock firmly stuffed inside your sopping walls. “Babe. Baby, what’s wrong? Tell me.” He urged with so much concern and care to his tone, thinking for even a moment that he might have hurt you or pushed you too far was almost too much for him to bear.

“I’m okay. I’m okay.” You whimpered out, nodding frantically. “It’s just so good. It’s so fucking good, Si.” You continued, watching the little smug smile that pulled across his lips. “You’re so good. Your cook is so good.” All the while tears tumbled down your cheeks but an emotional grin on your lips. “Y-you make me feel so good.”

Chuckling lowly, Simon pressed a kiss to your forehead and asked. “So, it’s good?” He teased before listening to your sobs tumble into giggles. “Yeah. It’s good.” You responded. “Alright. Let’s just… take a little break, hmm?” Carefully slipping out Simon rolled you into your side and wrapped his arms around you. “Daft bloody…” He muttered, leaning in to press a couple soothing kisses to your temple. “W-what about you? You didn’t cum…” That much was evident with how his hard cock pressed up against your ass.

“Mm, it’s a good thing I fuckin’ love you.” Simon teased, honestly not caring about his own needs at this moment, just knowing that he needed to comfort you in this moment. With just as much emotion, you whimpered back. “Love you too, Si. Love you so much.”

Masterlist | Ask | 28-01-2024

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Hello ,

I would like to request dazai Osamu with a reader who is a virgin a d having sex for the very first time and he goes into corruption mode and is soo feral with her teasing and all but still takes good care of her after it .

you can ignore this if you want

thank you

𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 | 𝚍𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚒 𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚞

synopsis: You wanted him in his entirety and you made sure you were well prepared for your first time with Dazai, but what you weren’t prepared for was how much he wanted you in your entirety. Once he sunk in, his mind went blank and it was over. All you could do was take it, every inch, every thrust, every dirty mantra, everything. And you loved every second of it.

warnings: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, smut, virgin!reader, dick drunk!reader, pussy whipped!dazai, corruption kink, first time, consent, cursing, fingering, grinding, p in v intercourse, breast play, teasing, praising, dirty talk (lots of it), aftercare (he runs a lil bath for her), a smidge of pain, slight overstimulation, feral dazai fucking reader mercilessly into the mattress, reader does wear a skirt and works at the ada, bit of a bandage obsession (he’s so goddamn pretty with them), pet names (darling, princess, sweetheart, baby), possibly my best work? idk i fucks with it.

a/n: ty to my wonderful anon for requesting this, it was so entertaining to write cuz not me having to take several breaks to recollect my thoughts every time i wrote a piece of dazai's dialogue (he turns me into putty, i swear🧡), also, if anyone understands the manga reference in the very beginning, ily lots. wc: 2.9k. m.list

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divider credit: @benkeibear

It was the day, you thought meekly as you mentioned something about leaving early to the bandaged boy that sat at Kunikida’s desk reading a new manga issue. 

“Huh? You want to go home now?” He asked, pulling one of his earbuds out and looking at you with a confused face. Dazai’s fingers played with a page hosting the demise of a beloved character and you instantly thought, maybe it wasn’t the time to bother him about cutting his day short. Not when his manga issue had been so grim, the remainder looking quite halved.

“Dazai…” You locked eyes with him and he slid the book into his bag wearily, reaching for his coat that he hung on the back of the chair. He pulled it on quickly, the edges flowing against him like waves and you admired how it fit him, the natural curves of his body did wonders within your mind. 

“Fiiine, but I want to finish this issue by tonight.” He complained, taking your hand as you two walked out of the office. 

Dazai and you had been dating for a few months, coming up close to a year and you made sure you had enough time to prepare. Prepare for your first time with Dazai, of course. You weren’t stupid, you’ve been thinking about it for months now– about the way his fingers lightly ghosted over your thigh as you two made out, the way a tiny groan would slip from his mouth when you gently bit his lip, the way that his cock would perk up when you managed to run your palm down his chest.

But that’s as far as you went. 

It’s not that you didn’t want to, you just weren’t ready for that type of intimacy. Dazai never rushed you, the comfort of his cuddles were very pleasing when he noticed your lack of forwardness after you felt you went too far. But the aching between your thighs lately had been getting to you as your eyes washed over Dazai’s lean build, taking in how his black vest hugged his waist with little effort and the tactical bandages adorning his body– you wanted them off. Off and hanging from his flushed body, fucking you mercilessly into the pillows that surrounded you.

Dazai twirled the key around his finger, opening the door to his apartment and ushering you inside with his hand against the small of your back. You entered before him, taking in the warmth of the tiny apartment that seeped into your bones. You wanted to jump straight to the evening, but you honestly didn’t know if you could even wait that long as you glanced at Dazai. He was taking his coat off and he had his manga in hand already, ready to finish it at the drop of a hat. 

“Dazai, I had something to ask you.” You started as he made himself comfy on the edge of the sofa, his legs crossing promptly and you second guessed yourself again when he propped the book open to resume the gory mess of the chapter. 

“Yes, darling?” He glanced up at you, trying to read your expression and he made another confused face when you didn’t answer. “Y/N?” 

You didn’t know how to tell him, the question on the tip of your tongue but not quite leaving. All you wanted was him on top of you but how were you to initiate it when you’ve never done this before? All of the other times, Dazai had kissed you first with a gentle hum and guided you into the confidence of taking the lead if you ever wanted to. It was genuinely sweet that he’s so willing, so patient with you, and your head spun a bit as you looked at him with a blank face.

Dazai put the book down on the armrest of the sofa and you knew you took too long to respond. He reached over, his legs uncrossing in their position and pulled you into his lap with a gentle tone evading his lips. “Are you okay? You’ve been off all day.” 

As you straddled him on the sofa, your impatience got worse when you felt the swell of your cunt press directly against his cock. You just wanted to sink onto him right then and there, the size of him basically teasing you and your entire face flushed red. You avoided his gaze as he tried to gauge what was wrong, his hands coming up to hold you around the waist steadily. 

He pressed a tiny kiss against your cheek, muttering into it. “Seriously, what made you wanna leave work early? I mean, not that I minded. We basically had nothing to do with Kunikida and Yosano out on a mission.” 

As Dazai continued talking, he shuffled his leg mindlessly and you dropped down further into his lap with a squeak. You slick rubbed up against the seam of your panties, nearly flooding through the thin material that sat so perfectly flush against his clothed dick and you were sure he noticed it by now. You were sure he noticed the heat of your cunt, warmer than usual, wetting the front of his trousers as he soothed kisses down your neck. The unmistakable bulge that pressed up into you made you dizzy, he knew why you were acting so off now.

“Is this why?” Dazai tutted, his eyes coming up to stare into yours as his fingers trailed down towards your inner thigh underneath your skirt. “You’ve been hot and bothered all day, huh princess?” 

“Yeah, been thinking about us…” You trailed off as you met his eyes finally, the muddled brown looking darker than usual. 

“About us? Did you want– Are you ready?” He stammered a bit, his face going red along with yours at the thought then a playful smirk played on his lips “Oh wow, can’t wait to tell Fukuzawa why we left early.”

“Dazai, don’t you dar–” You were cut off by a moan as his fingers pressed into the soaked material of your panties. You clutched at his bandaged wrist, grinding down onto them as he looked back at you with wide eyes dumbfounded that you didn’t shy away from the action. Sure, he’s grinded against you before with his dick but this was different, you were practically begging for his fingers in you.

“Y/N…” Dazai suddenly breathed out, his fingers slipping into the lace deftly and you felt him brush up against your clit. He studied your face, readying for any drawbacks as he went further with you. This was new to him after all, normally you’d tell him if he went too far. He wasn’t thinking straight when he pressed them against your cunt the first time moments ago and definitely not now as he slid them into you with ease. 

You jolted, the foreignness of it startling you slightly and he stopped moving them in. “Are you okay with this?” 

You nodded as you gasped breaths into his hovering lips, pulling him into a chaste kiss. His fingers curled in you slightly as he slid his tongue into your mouth, lapping at you breathlessly. You whined into the kiss, his fingers dipping in and out of you shallowly and the discomfort dissipated after a few seconds. You glanced down at where he had pinned with pleasure and you vaguely registered how he so painfully strained against his trousers, his wrist resting lightly against it as he thrusted into you. 

“D-Dazai…”

“What is it, princess?” He cooed, kissing the side of your lips as you tilted your head away from him. One of his fingers started to rub circles into your clit and you couldn’t remember what you had to say, the words disintegrating for your tongue. “You okay? Fuck, you’re so tight around my fingers… Can’t wait to get you around my cock.” 

That’s what it was, his cock. That’s what you wanted. 

But before you could yearn for it, his fingers slipped out quickly and you were being picked up by slender arms. The manga book dropped the armrest of the sofa and Dazai sighed as he noticed he had lost his page, but he didn’t move to pick it up as he brought you down the hall towards his bedroom. He laid you down on his bed carefully, tugging at your shirt with questioning eyes which you answered a quiet ‘yes’ to.

Dazai raked it up, marveling at the way your breasts bounced in the lace bra that matched your panties and he kissed them tenderly while he unclasped the back, letting them spill out. “So pretty for me, Y/N.” 

He wanted to take this slow, he didn’t want your first time to be rushed after all. After all, Dazai had been waiting for you to express you were ready and if you trusted him this much, he was going to make sure everything went right. He sucked a light hickey into the top of your breast while pulling off your skirt, his tongue basically melting the bruise into your skin as you huffed out a tiny whine. 

His dick felt so heavy against the seam of his trousers as he slipped your panties off, gazing in awe at how beautiful you looked exposed underneath him. Dazai slipped his vest off and his shirt all in one go and you crossed your legs together self consciously as he undressed. But before you could fully close them, a steady hand came to rest around your knee as he slipped out of his trousers clumsily. It was endearing to watch him almost trip against you as he shakily took them off. “Don’t be shy, darling, you’re perfect. Everything I imagined, okay?” 

‘Okay…” You breathed out, letting him slot himself between your legs and he immediately captured you in a kiss, his fingers lingering everywhere they could reach. You keened into his touch as he gripped your thighs, pulling you right against his confined dick and you wanted them off already. “D-Dazai?”

“Yes?” He murmured, rubbing his length against you and watching your arousal slick a dark patch in his light blue boxers. A quiet groan slipped out of him, his mouth slightly open and his eyes half lidded and honestly, you’ve never seen such a fucking sight in your life. His bandages wrapped around his forearms but his upper arms were exposed, his neck bandage connecting down some of his chest but not all. It was taut against his skin and you just wanted to pull at it til it broke, til it ripped and laid tangled against you too. 

“Be gentle?” You pouted, shrugging your shoulders up with a nervous expression. He gave you a quiet scoff, his hands coming to rest on both sides of your body and you felt him shuffle out of his boxers. 

“Who do you think I am?” Dazai chuckled, prodding the tip against your clit and rubbing it slowly. You gasped out at the sensation, squeezing your eyes shut. “Of course, sweetheart.” 

He moved it down towards your entrance and everything suddenly felt so real. Dazai sank in slightly and he cooed at you when you let out a quiet noise of discomfort, kissing you promptly as he pushed the rest of the way in. You felt the wave of pain thicken as he bottomed out, but you breathed through your nose, your mind guiding you to remember that you two were finally connected. He had buried his face into your neck, nipping at the flesh lightly as a drawn out moan came from him. 

Dazai honestly felt like he short circuited, you wrapped around him so well, so fucking tight. Yeah, be gentle? That was the last thing on his mind now as he felt your walls clench around him tightly, waiting for him to move. He didn’t know where these thoughts had come from, but all his brain was mustering up was ‘fuck you stupid into the mattress,’ or ‘make you cry his name between sobs,’ the absolute filthest things. He wanted to corrupt you, your virginity flowing like invisible threads between his fingertips as you whimpered out his name, urging him to move.

“Fuck, Y/N…” Dazai groaned, his hips snapping into you harshly and you let out a shocked cry as he barely gave you time to adjust. “Fuck, fuck, ‘M sorry, needed to have you right now.” 

He gripped your thighs, leaving crescent shaped imprints as he pulled you onto his dick more. He thrusted into you with a sharp pace, quickly leaning up to gain more control over your body as he set a rhythm. His eyes nearly rolled back as he watched you struggle to hold onto his biceps, tiny whimpers coming from your lips and there were tears collecting in the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill. He watched, his pace never slowing, as your breasts bounced with every vigorous draw of his cock and your hands flew towards the sheets instead as he plowed into you with harsh breaths.

‘God, so tight, so good for me. Seems like your pussy was made to fit around me perfectly, was made specifically for my fucking cock, princess.” Dazai teased, gaping at the way his cock slid so wonderfully into you, the base of it wet with a creamy ring already and you felt him twitch with ecstasy inside you.

You had no idea what had gotten into him, those words you whispered to him before abandoned and was this really your partner? Had you been holding back from him for too long? Maybe you should’ve given yourself to him sooner. 

It didn’t matter anymore, your brain had been frazzled beyond belief as pleasure sparked up your spine viciously, shocks and tingles overtaking every part of your body. You had your back arched upwards, bracing yourself with every ruthless thrust into your cunt and you had to make sure you didn’t knock your head into the bedframe. 

“Arch some more for me, beautiful.” A gentle palm came to rest underneath you, lifting you up some more and you shuddered at the feeling of his dainty fingers spreading against your back. 

“Look like such an angel for me. Guess I’m the devil huh?” Dazai taunted with a wry smile, whining each word out with eyes squeezing shut for a moment as pleasure coursed through his cock as you clenched around him again purposefully. “Wrecking you like this, I really shouldn’t have but, God, you looked so innocent underneath me…” 

Fuck, you should’ve done this a long time ago. He hit your sweet spot with relentless aim, ramming into it and you let out another loud cry, your mouth dropped open and you felt you were on fire as he laughed dryly at your jolt from his movements. 

“Gonna cum on my cock, baby? Look at me, princess.” You opened your eyes lazily, his experience making you numb to the touch and his hips became sloppy with each thrust now. He rolled them into you, his other hand gripping at your waist as he tilted his head back slightly. He whimpered out with a quiet slur, “So close...thank you, thank you…” 

His name became familiar in your mouth, nothing but it escaped in a frenzy of moans and you felt your orgasm surging, the feeling reaching higher and higher and-

You came undone underneath him the same time as he did, cumming all over his cock who painted your insides white with his. He pumped himself through it, collapsing against you afterwards. You whined out at the aftershocks, shaking slightly as Dazai pulled out of you. Immediately, you felt his hands against your thighs, caressing them after every jerk and twitch of your abused cunt. 

“God, I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He apologized all in one breath, his voice wavering slightly and you placed one hand on his back, smoothing it over once. 

“It’s okay.” You said once you caught your breath and by then, he had kissed you silly and massaged every single ache in your body away. The feeling of his touch calmed you into a state of exhaustion and with every gentle kiss, he whispered sweet nothings to bring you back to reality. 

“Want me to run a bath for you, sweetheart?” He asked once you could answer his questions, rubbing circles into your hips and lapping at the bruises on your breasts lovingly. “I’m going to carry you, so don’t worry about walking. I was so rough, wasn’t I?”

“Dazai, honey.” You whined, the pet name falling from your lips and he looked at you with his eyebrows raised. You smiled warmly at him. “You’ll fuck me like that everytime?” 

“If you want me to.” He grinned into the side of your thigh as he moved downwards to get off the bed, wiggling into his boxers during the process. “I’m running the bath.” 

Dazai bounced away and you stared up at the ceiling contentedly, a deep sigh parting from your lips. You never had expected your first time to be that intense, but you were so glad that it was, the feeling of him ghosted through your body and you hummed to yourself happily. You didn’t know why you waited so long, especially if that was how he was going to react. It sent arousal flooding through you again and you knew there’d be more than one round tonight by the looks of it.

You heard Dazai’s voice sing his way through his apartment, like honey dripping by the spoonful. “Darling, would you like a bubble bath instead?”

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bro I love ur writing so much idk if this is how you request but tbh idgaf anyways. anyway can you write something abt Matt x reader at a party and doing some page 136 icebreaker shit? (I think that’s the page but idc) anyway yeah ilyy 😍😍😘

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hey pretty, ngl I didn't read that book but I looked up what that page of the book is about and OMG THAT WAS HOT ngl, I tried to do something similar because I don't know the context very well, I hope you like it, ily too<33

I hate you - Matt Sturniolo

Sumary: You decide to provoke Matt at a party...

Warnings: smut +18 orgasm denial, teasing, sexual tension, explicit content, semi public sex, unprotected sex (don't do it), p in v, oral f receiving, dom!matt x fem!reader, hate sex?, I don't think I've forgotten anything, if I do, let me know.

A/n: ngl at first i liked it but now i hate it i don't know why like i love it but at the same time i hate it ugh i hate that feeling yk, i trying my best i hope you like it anon, and thanks for the request!!, my first language is not English, so I'm sorry if there is something wrong or things that are not understood.

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You arrived at the Sturniolo triplets’ house with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Nick had mentioned that he, you, and Chris were going to a party, and the thought of hanging out with them cheered you up, especially since Matt, Nick’s brother, wasn’t going to be there. For as long as you could remember, you and Matt had been mortal enemies, the competition between you was fierce, and every interaction always ended in insults and challenging glares. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you got ready for the night, hoping that your outfit would make you feel like the best version of yourself.

You had gotten ready in Nick’s room, enjoying the time you spent with him and Chris, who joked around with each other as they waited for you. Finishing up, you made sure to take one last look in the mirror before heading downstairs. As you opened the door, however, a familiar laugh made you frown. Matt was sitting on the couch, his mocking expression already in place.

“Are you really going out with that? You look like a desperate," Matt said, with that provocative look you knew so well.

Your instinct was to ignore him, but you couldn't help but let out a frustrated sigh.

"Didn't you say he was staying home?" you shot back, looking for Nick's gaze.

Nick, who was about to respond, stopped when he noticed the tense atmosphere between you.

"You know, I couldn't miss this party," Matt said, raising his hands in a gesture of false innocence. "Besides, I wanted to see you make a fool of yourself."

"As if you were the best example of behavior," you replied, crossing your arms over your chest. "You're a fucking annoying bastard."

Matt smiled maliciously, enjoying the challenge you offered him.

"I've always thought it's my job to screw up your life."

"You don't have a job, you're just an idiot," you replied, gritting your teeth as you tried to stay calm.

Nick, visibly amused by their daily fights, decided to intervene.

“Guys, please, can you stop fighting, at least for tonight? If you have so many problems, fix them in bed.”

The two of you stayed silent, the tension palpable.

“Nick wtf” you said indignantly, and confused as to why Nick said that.

“It's just a joke, but if you really have so many problems, fix them somehow,” Nick said, laughing.

“You know we're going to go now because we'll be late.” You felt caught between your desire to continue arguing and your desire to leave things like that. Finally, you decided not to let Nick's joke affect you anymore.

“Come on, let's go now!” you exclaimed, gesturing to get out, knowing that Nick and Chris would follow you.

In the car, the atmosphere was tense. You sat next to Nick, feeling like Matt was shooting daggers at you from the driver's seat every time he stopped the car for a stoplight. You couldn't help but feel his intense gaze on you in the rearview mirror, but you chose to ignore it, focusing on the music Chris had turned on.

During the ride, the conversation between Nick and Chris flowed, while you did your best to stay away from the conversation, thinking about how awkward that night would be. However, deep down, there was a spark of excitement. The idea of ​​going to a party always put you in a good mood, and even if Matt was there, you wouldn't let him ruin your night.

Arriving at the party, you were the first to get out of the car and enter the party, leaving the boys behind you. When you entered, the energy of the crowd was contagious. You headed towards the bar, looking for something to drink. You ordered a few drinks, and within minutes, you felt the tension of the day begin to fade away.

After a couple of drinks, the atmosphere was more relaxing. You looked around, looking for Matt, although you didn't know why you were looking for him. When you found him, he was chatting with Chris, but his gaze landed on you immediately, like a hunter stalking his prey. The way he looked at you made you nervous and, at the same time, provoked you. A stupid idea crossed your mind.

You decided it was time to play. You walked towards the dance floor, letting the rhythm of the music envelop you. With sensual movements, you began to dance, feeling Matt's gaze intensify from a distance. The game had begun, and you wanted him to feel it. You touched your body provocatively.

It wasn't long before you approached a boy who was dancing near you. Without a second thought, you pulled him towards you, moving with a magnetism that you knew would irritate Matt in some way. With each twist and turn, you noticed how his expression became darker and angrier.

"Do you like what you see?" you mouthed and threw Matt a wink from across the dance floor, enjoying the discomfort you were causing.

As you got closer to the boy, his hands wrapped around your waist and ran down your body, and the closeness was electric, he was a cute boy but he was definitely not your type. You felt like Matt couldn't take his eyes off you at any time. With each movement, you grew more confident, enjoying the provocation you were causing him.

Suddenly, you felt a firm hand grab your arm, and you didn't need to look to know who it was. Matt was staring at you with a mix of anger and desire, dragging you off the dance floor into an empty room.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he said, slamming the door shut behind you.

"I was just dancing with a friend, do you have a problem with that?" I replied, crossing my arms in a defiant gesture. "Did you think I was going to stand there with my arms crossed while you stared at me like you wanted to kill me?"

"You're provoking me, and you know it," he said, slowly approaching, his voice low and full of tension. "You in your damn dress and the way that guy touched you."

You felt powerful and vulnerable at the same time. You knew the tension between you had been building up for years, and now it was on the verge of exploding.

"Are you jealous Matt?" you challenged, smirking. Let me get one thing straight, you shouldn't be bothered by who I talk to or dance with.

"I'm going to show you who you belong to." He whispered in your ear and before you could protest he kissed you.

He found you against the wall, his lips crushing against yours in a fierce kiss that seemed to distill all the rage pent up between you. It was an uncontrolled kiss, full of passion and hatred, and the line between the two of you quickly blurred. When you finally broke apart, you were both panting.

“I hate you so much,” he murmured, his breathing ragged as his eyes fixed on you with an intense heat. “But at the same time, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Your response was almost automatic. “Then fuck me like you hate me.”

He didn’t wait any longer. He led you to the bed in the bedroom, and his hands began to roam your body, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. Every kiss and every touch was a declaration of war and desire, and there was no turning back.

He took you into a whirlwind of sensations. He began to undress you slowly, as if he was enjoying every second, every little victory. The friction between rage and desire was palpable in the air, as if the room was about to explode. His hands explored every corner of your body, letting desire take over both of you.

“You’re a fucking nightmare,” he whispered as his lips moved down your neck.

“And you’re an idiot,” I replied, feeling the rage you used to feel transform into overwhelming desire.

Your body trembled with anticipation as Matt kept his gaze fixed on you, desire burning in his eyes. The tension between you had reached a breaking point. Boiling, and there was no turning back.

Anticipation grew as his hands slid down your sides, his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses on your abdomen. “I’m going to make you feel good,” he promised, his tone a mix of certainty and defiance. But there was a warning in his gaze. He knew he wanted to play, and so did you.

Matt lowered himself slowly, his breath warm against your skin. It took you by surprise when his mouth closed around you. An involuntary moan escaped your lips as his tongue worked beautifully, licking and sucking with a skill that made you lose control. The way he looked at you, with those eyes filled with desire, made you feel more vulnerable and aroused at the same time.

The combination of his attention and the growing pleasure brought you to the edge, but just when you felt like you were about to explode, Matt stopped.

“I’m not going to let you finish that easy, baby,” he said in a whisper, looking up, and his eyes were filled with a mix of anger and desire.

At that moment, you felt like you were capable of anything. The rage that had built up for so long turned into pure lust. You gave yourself to him, letting yourself be carried away by the sensations he offered you.

“You’re a fucking nightmare,” he murmured, his fingers playing with the fabric of your dress as he slowly pulled it up, exposing the skin of your tits. The room was permeated with an air charged with defiance and attraction, every movement between you causing a spark that could ignite the flame at any moment.

It took your breath away when his mouth found yours again. It was a fierce kiss, full of desperation and rage, every brush of his lips was like a reminder of all the battles you had fought in the past. He pushed you further into the pillows, his body pressing against yours, making a mix of pleasure and frustration run down your spine.

Matt pulled away for a moment, his assessing gaze sweeping over every inch of you. He knew he was in control. He held you tight, trapping your hands above your head and holding them firmly in place. The feeling of being completely at his mercy turned you on in a way you hadn’t anticipated.

“You’re not getting away today,” he said, whispering in your ear as his warm breath sent a shiver down your spine. Then, he moved down again, his lips trailing kisses down your neck, each touch making you want more.

Matt’s hands roamed your body with meticulous precision, exploring every corner and curve as you tried to control the desire building inside you. The way he touched you was both a punishment and a pleasure, each brush of his fingers a reminder of how much he’d wanted this, how much you’d both wanted this.

His mouth continued its descent, leaving warm kisses on your chest. Every time his tongue brushed your skin, you felt like you were on the brink of insanity. But Matt had no intention of letting you go so easily. When his lips found your breast, he sucked hard, marking his territory as you gave yourself over to the mix of pain and pleasure.

“You’re as stupid as you are beautiful,” he said between gasps, the tone of his voice heavy with contempt and desire, as his hands slid down your hips. You squirmed against him, seeking more, wanting what had begun to become something even more intense.

He released you for an instant, just so he could strip you completely, each piece of clothing falling to the floor as a symbol of your surrender. The feeling of being vulnerable before him, exposed and desired, awakened a side in you that only he could provoke.

Matt stood up, looking at you with that mix of defiance and desire that drove you crazy. He approached you again, and with a quick movement, he pushed you down onto the bed, causing you to fall onto the soft surface. He leaned over you, his body covering yours, the pressure of his weight making you feel trapped and aroused.

“Now I’m going to show you who’s boss here,” he declared, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made the air between you seem charged with electricity.

Without further ado, Matt plunged into you, filling you with his body as the room filled with sounds of passion and desperation. Every movement was a mix of strength and gentleness, as he entered you with a brutality that only he could combine with an almost fierce devotion.

Amidst broken whispers and gazes filled with desire, you feel how both of you leave behind any trace of arrogance or defiance, allowing yourselves to feel the pleasure, although neither of you admit it, you have always wanted. Matt intertwines his fingers with yours, holding you tightly as he continues to look at you with an intensity that makes you shudder.

“You drive me crazy,” he finally murmurs, with a sincerity that momentarily breaks through all the hatred between you.

Moans escaped your lips without you being able to contain them, and with each thrust, rage and desire intertwined in a wild dance. Matt kept up the pace, his hands squeezing your wrists as he penetrated you with unwavering fervor, making it clear to you who was in charge.

“Tell me,” he commanded, his voice low and husky as his body crashed into yours, the sound of his skin against yours echoing in the room. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you answered, each word laden with surrender as your body moved in unison with his, feeling the line between pleasure and pain blur.

“Say it again,” he demanded, increasing the pace as his thrusts became deeper, more frantic. The room was filled with whispers and sighs, each sound fueling the unbridled passion that burned between you.

“You,” you repeated, each word an echo of your desire, the recognition that everything you had felt for him was coming to the surface in this explosion of madness.

“Good girl,” Matt says with a arrogant smile

The friction between your bodies was intense, and each thrust brought you closer to climax. The mix of pleasure and rage was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help it, desire taking over you, making you forget everything but the present moment. In an instant of pure connection, feeling the barriers that had existed between you melt away, you let the pleasure sweep you away, allowing the world around you to fade away.

Matt finally found his own climax, his eyes locked on you, filled with a mix of triumph and insatiable desire. The two of you found yourselves in a whirlwind of sensations, each of you taking the other to new levels of pleasure and surrender.

When you finally stopped, both of you panting, the room was filled with a silence laden with meaning. You knew that nothing would ever be the same again, that the line that had once separated your hatred from desire had been blurred forever.

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I’ve never done a request before 🧍🏻‍♀️

So, Jimin smut where him and the reader are just saur in love and it’s just fluff and smut 😩 😩 or maybe it’s like where they finally get married and they’re on their honeymoon because I’ve been feeling v/ shit lately and I need smut and fluff??? ILY btw.

Versace On The Floor

synopsis; in which you and Jimin just got married and it’s the first night as husband and wife.

pairing; husband!jimin x wife!reader

genre; fluff, smut, marriage au

warnings; sex (obviously), these two are just disgustingly in love tbh

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 2,743

a/n; for not having ever sent in a request before, I am honored to be your first! with that being said, I hope it’s everything you wanted and more. please excuse the typos as it is not edited cause it’s 2:43am and I am sleepy. thank you so much for the request, dear anon! ~

You may have promised not to cry–

But he didn’t.

Truly, what did you expect to happen when he watched you walk down the aisle in your vintage, custom made, Versace wedding dress for the first time?

He didn’t even try to hide the tears that fell down his cheeks freely, why should he?

He’s waited years for this moment, to marry you, the love of his life.

And damn it all, he would cry if he wanted too!

The bouquet you were holding gets handed over to your maid of honor who gives you an encouraging nod as they step back in line with the rest of the bridesmaids. Jimin holds out his hand for you take, and with a shaky exhale, you do.

Standing face to face with him, it takes everything you have not to follow behind him in the tears department, the creases of your eyes beginning to pool with water the more you rake your eyes over his handsome face.

Despite the tears that are still falling, he manages to give you his best smile as he squeezes your hands gently with his. A silent way of him saying he loves you.

You squeeze his hands back.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

The squeak that slips past your lips gets silenced by the chaste kiss he gives you as he steps through the threshold of your honeymoon suite, holding you the cliche bridal style.

It was one of those silly traditions you always heard a bride and groom would do the night of their wedding, and thus you made sure to request the same thing of your loving husband.

He could never say no to you. And he would be lying if he said that he secretly didn’t have the idea already implanted in his mind from the moment he got on his knee in front of you and you said ‘yes’.

He trips over the edge of the thick carpet that lays along the foot of the bed, thankfully being close enough for both of you to safely (and semi softly) land on it together. Now laying side by side, chests heaving from the adrenaline rush you just experienced with the unplanned fall, you both take the chance to survey one another.

A lone fingertip, which, if it weren’t for watching him do it, you wouldn’t believe was actually touching you with how feathery it felt caressing your cheek. As he continues his ministrations, it causes your eyelids to begin to flutter shut.

A light tap against your cheek has them flying back open, you narrow your eyes at his playfully. He’s already wearing a cheeky grin, now propped up on his elbow on the bed as he stares over at you. You mimic his position.

“Can’t have you falling asleep, dear wife. The night is still young.”

You push yourself off the bed, standing once again at the foot of it with your back to him. Glancing over your shoulder, you can see his eyes taking in your figure, his eyebrow lifts.

“Leaving so soon?”

“On the contrary, dear husband, I need your help.”

“I’m listening.” He sits up at the edge of the bed, awaiting to hear what you need, though judging by your current position he already has an idea. Still, he waits for you to ask.

You slide off the shoulders of your Versace gown, eyes never leaving his, slowly slipping your arms through the fabric with ease. You made sure the design was simple, planning ahead to this exact moment in time. However, with that same thought in mind, you wanted to make Jimin work.

“It’s these buttons, honey, care to help?”

Your red painted lips are pouty, voice sultry.

He could never say no to you, remember? Shimmying off his overcoat, he tosses it over a chair on his way to you, shoving the sleeves of his shirt up to the bridge of his elbows as soon as he got the cuffs undone. Just like with your cheek, you barely feel when he finally reaches up to unbutton the first one, your body tensing at the sudden touch.

A shaky exhale passes your lips, one he hears, and smirks at. Though, you’re not able to see with your back towards him. He steps closer to you, so close you can feel the warmth permeate from his body and soon you also feel the warmth of his breath tickle the shell of your ear as he whispers, taunting you.

“Did I scare you, baby?”

You let out a soft giggle in reply, arching your back enough to place your ass firmly back against his crotch. You smirk inwardly when you feel the outline of his bulge beneath his dress pants.

Your plan was working perfectly.

He hisses underneath his breath, and once again, you feel his breath. This time, it was on your neck. He had to pull away from you to both undo the last button and make sure he didn’t lose control right then and there and ravish you.

Patience, he thought, all in due time.

He wanted to be sure that this night went off without a hitch, everything had to be perfect.

He had to be perfect.

You deserved nothing less.

“Baby?”

He snaps out of his inner dialogue to see you staring at him with your brows cutely pinched together, one hand is on his cheek and the other on his racing heart.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” He blurts out, wide eyed.

“Jimin–,”

His hands are cradling your neck and his lips silence your worried tone. He couldn’t let this night be ruined by his need for things to be perfect, he needed a release, he needed to calm down, he needed you.

Feeling the urgency in his kiss, you reciprocate it full force. You pull away from the kiss long enough to utter two words.

“Dress. Off.”

He makes quick work of helping you slide the dress down and step out of it. It’s nothing but a thick pool of fabric on the hotel room floor, long forgotten. Your hands find purpose of their own with helping him unbutton his dress shirt, cursing when you get frustrated on the last button cause it won’t pop open. He lets out a breathy chuckle at your actions and he’s about to help you until you do the unthinkable.

You rip his shirt wide open.

His eyes are comical, mouth agape, though you pay no mind. Your sole focus being held on his last piece of clothing that’s keeping you from a night of pure ecstasy. Once his pants are off, he leads you back towards the bed where he has you sit down on the edge.

Within moments, he’s kneeling in front of you, hands pushing your thighs open so he could slot himself between them, his face now perfect height with your breasts. He kisses the valley between them, peppering light kisses on the skin he can access while his hands slide their way up your thighs and around your back to unclasp your breast’s lacey (and sexy) prison.

You let out a big sigh of relief at the restraint being gone, feeling like you can breathe more properly without the blasted thing.

“Oh, thank god.”

You moan out loudly, he just chuckles fondly, one hand coming up to caress the underside of your left boob, while his hot breath blows on your right nipple. The action causes goosebumps to immediately sprout along your body, and you shiver, nipples instantly hardening.

He takes the newly hardened bud in his mouth, suckling on it like a newborn child would. You head rolls back against your shoulders, hands supporting your full body weight as you lean back on the bed on your palms.

His other hand begins tweaking the nipple gently, and you sigh softly. When he shifts his mouth onto the other nipple, he greedily grinds his crotch against the side of the bed to get some kind of friction. He grunts over your nipple, accidentally biting it from his own personal moment of pleasure.

You let out a gasp at the unsuspecting nip, and he’s immediately looking up at you with a guilty expression, eyes full of worry.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to–,”

“Do it again, please.”

Though you give him permission this time around, he doesn’t want to actually hurt you as bad as he just did. Moreso, he just rakes the tip of his teeth over your nipples, and judging by your quiet moans, he knows it still has the same effect. He high fives himself inwardly.

Lost in your little world, you don’t notice the sneaky hand that begins to slither it’s way off your boob and down your stomach, straight towards your warm, and increasingly more wet, center. It’s not until you feel a cold digit slide it’s way underneath your matching lace panties and through your puffy folds do you twitch in shock, gasping lowly.

It takes everything in your power to hold yourself up, especially when the single digit becomes two. Your soft pants start to grow louder, and the way your constricting around his fingers lets him know that you’re close. With the newfound nipple biting kink in mind, he administers the same amount of pressure against your unsuspecting nipple a second time.

“Fuck.” You grind out loudly between clenched teeth, arms finally giving out from the force of your orgasm as your body lightly shakes. Jimin is quick to follow your now laying body, scattering sloppy and wet kisses anywhere he could reach as you slowly came down from your first high of the night. He slides his hand back out to then place the two digits into his mouth. Through half lidded eyes, and a heaving chest, you watch the lewd act, it only fueling your hunger towards your husband.

When he notices you staring, he lowers his hand to let you have a taste of your own essence, that of which you readily wrap your mouth around and suck on as if it were something else (wink wink).

His eyes darken as he watches you, the now very prominent erection he has is prodding the inside of your thigh, twitching dangerously close to your dripping, aching, center.

And that moment would come, soon.

But for now, you needed to repay the favor.

Gaining a second wind, you place your palms against his bare chest and push. He lands with a soft “oof” below your now raised form. Your now bare center hovers over his still clothed cock, you sliding the material off before he even hit the bed. All it takes is one slow grind against his girth and his boxers are damp, both from his precum and yours.

One perfectly manicured hand finds the waistband of his boxers and lifts it up high, only to let it go, a sharp ‘SNAP’ resounding throughout the room accompanied by a hiss from the male underneath you. The twitch of his length lets you know he enjoyed it, so, you do it again. Once, twice, three times. Each time he grinds his teeth, not once taking his eyes off of you.

With one last hard grind against his clothed cock, you decide to lift yourself up enough to free him from his own cloth prison. His erections stands prominently, and you kick your lips in anticipation. Lowering yourself down to his crotch, you gently grab the base of his shaft. Your small hand barely covers the girth, but what you can’t reach, you make sure to use your skilled tongue instead. His head instantly drops to the bed and he groans in relief.

Your mouth takes as much of him in as you can, though it’s not much. During your lewd act you make a silent promise to yourself to work on your gag reflex in order to take more of him in in the future. But for now, he’s beyond satisfied with what you can do. The other hand that’s not stroking his shaft is fondling his balls, his thighs clenching when you do so.

“Shit. Baby, you’re so fucking good.”

You hum in acknowledgement, the subtle vibrations doing wonders to his already sensitive member. He begins lightly thrusting into your mouth, triggering your gag reflex as he begins to hit the back of your throat. You try your best to stay latched around him, but when you feel the urge to throw up is when you finally pull away to gasp for breath.

His head lifts to apologize, cause that’s just now he is, even during hot sex. No words make it out, not when your mouth finds his balls and sucks a whole one into your warm, wet, cavern with ease. Now that? You can do.

“Fuck—yes. I’m so close. I’m so–,” he whines cutely, body becoming tight and taught. You know he’s about to cum, so you put yourself into his favorite position. Boobs pressed together and mouth wide open, you wait. Not even a second later does the first rope of cum shoot out and land on your tongue. Even though you want to swallow it, you know more is coming, so again, you wait. And you’re not disappointed.

After his heart rate comes back down, does he finally prop himself up on his elbows to look at you. You’re a sight of pure, unadulterated, sin.

He can’t believe that you’re all his.

Not giving s fuck whatsoever that you have his cum all over you, he’s pushing himself up the rest of the way to press his lips against yours, tongues joining in a battle you always lose, but you don’t care. He can taste himself, and compared to your essence, his is flavorless.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you take the initiative and during the sloppy kiss you direct his still hardened shaft directly into your awaiting hole. He moans loudly into your mouth, feeling your tight, velvety walls around him constricting already. With one hand behind him on the bed in order to keep his upper body propped up, he uses his other hand to place his thumb over your swollen bud, rubbing figure eights over it with ease.

The assault on your throbbing clit has your ass bouncing readily on his cock, and he does his best to thrust up in time with you to make sure you feel him deep inside of your cavernous walls. You do, and fuck, is it glorious.

It’s when his hips begin really snapping into yours, his heels digging into the mattress in order to get the perfect fucking angle, do you become an incoherent and blubbering mess above him. The kiss is long forgotten, but your chanting his name like a mantra over his parted lips and pleading with your eyes to–

‘please, please, please let me cum’.

“Is my baby going to cum? No, is my wife going to come? Come on, honey–,” he thrusts sharply one more time into you.

“Cum.”

And you come undone with a watery wail, nails digging into his shoulders as your body wracks with the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. It’s not long before his own body becomes rigid, his hands securing themselves around your still quivering form in a vice as if he’s scared he’s going to lose you.

You both eventually collapse back onto the bed, sideways, in the same position you both found yourselves in when you first came into the room. It only takes a few mere seconds of staring into each others eyes before you both burst out laughing hysterically at nothing.

When the giggles die down, and silence once again takes over, you look at each other again, but this time you both have smiles on your face, both full of love and content in one another.

If this is the kind of life you get to live for the rest of your days, if he’s the one person you ever get to love, you could die truly happy.

His hand once again reaches up to caress your cheek, and you place your hand over his to hold it there, rubbing your thumb gently along his knuckles.

His voice is soft, loving, sincere, and true.

“I love you, Mrs. Park.”

Diminishing the small gap between you two, when your mouth is hovering against his do you speak your own truth.

“I love you, more, Mr. Park.”

[sun-kissed-star]

could i request some extremely fluffy Elmer content please?

@suddenly-im-respecsable this is for you because i told you i’d post almer fluff tonight

also because Albert is a Tree Boy and i can relate

“El, you gotta take the bus home.”

Elmer looked up from his English notes. He wouldn’t say he’d put off studying for the test, except that’s exactly what he’d done and he was starting to regret watching Buzzfeed Unsolved all night instead of memorizing adjectives.

“Hm?” he said, swallowing a mouthful of cereal. “I thought you only work in the morning and evening on school days, though.”

Ed, one of his older brothers who also happened to be his usual ride home, rolled his eyes. “Big boss man’s giving me overtime. And everyone else’s got clubs, college visits, interviews, yadda, yadda. So you’re on your own. Sorry, kid.”

Elmer sighed, tapping his spoon on the table. “Gotcha.”

Some kid rammed into Elmer’s shoulder as he ran off at his stop, and as the bus jolted forward, Elmer’s face slammed into the seat in front of him.

“Take the bus home, he says, it’ll be fine, he says,” Elmer grumbled, rubbing his nose. He leaned his chin on his hand, staring out the window to watch for his neighborhood. He’d missed his stop four times in a row once when he was in seventh grade, and his sister had claimed he was being “dramatic” when he’d claimed he was traumatized, but better safe than sorry.

The bus rolled to a stop in front of a small pond a few neighborhoods away from Elmer’s. A few people got off, and as one shuffled past him to squeeze down the aisle, Elmer leaned closer to the window to make more room.

He turned his head out at the pond, focusing on a kid sitting in a tree down by the sidewalk. He was in a spot between thick branches, looking at the phone in his hand. When Elmer squinted, he could see red hair peeking out under a baseball cap.

Before he could get a better look, the bus started up again and turned around the corner.

Ed: take the bus again. covering for a girl at work

After checking the text for the seventh time, Elmer put his phone back in his pocket and dragged himself on the bus. Again. It wasn’t like he blamed Ed for working more or his other siblings for having lives more interesting than picking up their little brother from school, it was just that the bus smelled like sweat and high schoolers that didn’t know to use deodorant.

When the bus pulled up to the pond, Elmer found himself perking up a little. His eyes wandered out the window, and sure enough, the boy was sitting there again, in a higher branch in the same tree. His legs were dangling on either side of the branch, his hands tucked under his chin like a house cat.

He glanced up at the bus and Elmer’s eyes shot down, as if he could see Elmer looking at him from forty feet away. Eventually, the bus left again, but Elmer could still feel the heat in his cheeks even after the boy was nothing more than a blur.

Ed had work for the rest of the week. On Monday morning, he ruffled Elmer’s hair as he came into the kitchen and grabbed a mug from the cabinet.

“I can pick you up today, kid,” he said, putting the mug under the coffeemaker. “I think my boss is finally taking pity on me.”

Elmer shouted, “No!”, almost choking on his orange juice, surprising them both. Ed cocked an eyebrow as he filled his mug to the brim, and Elmer rubbed the back of his neck and said, “I mean, uh, no. It’s fine, I’ll take the bus again.”

Ed laughed, taking a sip of his coffee without bothering to add creamer. “Didn’t know I was that bad,” he said, “but alright. If you wanna be squeezed in with a bunch of juniors that don’t take showers, go for it. I’m not here to judge.”

Elmer reached over the table to swat at him, and Ed caught his hand, still grinning. “Okay, okay. Maybe I’m judging a little.”

The pond (and, okay, maybe Mysterious Tree Boy) was starting to become a familiar that Elmer hadn’t even thought twice about before. So when the bus stopped and people started filing off, he automatically craned his neck to see the boy crouched in the tree.

He wasn’t there.

No bright red hair tucked under a snapback, no feet kicked up against the trunk of the tree, no awkward arms sprawled out on the branches.

Elmer felt his heart leap, and he silently cursed the anxiety pooling in his stomach for a boy he’d never said a word to. But he’d been riding the bus for a week and a half now, and he hadn’t given up Ed’s ride home just not to think about a boy he’d convinced himself was living in that tree.

Sighing, he grabbed his things and squeezed into the aisle. He would have to forget his seventh-grade fears of getting off at the wrong stop for a while if he wanted to finally put a name to a face.

He hopped off the bus, thanking the driver that was looking at him suspiciously, and walked down the sidewalk to the pond. It was peaceful. The second his shoes sank into the grass, the fresh air swept the stress off his shoulders. He shrugged his backpack off, feeling the pollen tickle his nose. He couldn’t blame that boy for spending so much time here, even if he was M.I.A. that day.

“You don’t usually get off here.”

Suddenly, it didn’t seem so peaceful when an unfamiliar voice broke through his thoughts. He yelped, jumping back from the tree. No one was around. So it was a talking tree now. Cool.

“Hey,” someone snapped their fingers, “I’m up here.”

Elmer stepped up to the tree again, peering up at the branches. Hidden by a bigger clump of leaves at the top, the boy he’d been looking for was perched up there, snapback and all. He was wearing a dark red sweater that covered his hands, a notebook and a pencil sitting in his lap. Definitely not a talking tree.

“Oh,” Elmer said, breaking out in a smile. “Hi.”

The boy rolled his eyes. “Hey,” he said, tucking a strand of hair under his hat. “I said, you don’t usually get off at this stop.” Elmer stared blankly at him, words clogging his throat. “On the bus. Big yellow thing? Usually full of annoying kids?”

“Uh, yeah,” Elmer said, snapping out of it right when he realized he was acting more like an idiot than usual in front of a boy that was a lot cuter than he looked through a dirty bus window. “Um, my brother usually picks me up? I have eight older siblings and my parents are usually at work but he had overtime so I started riding the bus and - I don’t know why I’m telling you all this.”

The boy was looking at him with something Elmer couldn’t place in his eyes. He had that dumbfounded expression on his face now, and when he shook it off, he was blushing from the ears. “Nah, keep going,” he said. “You’re pretty cu- uh, company. You’re good company.”

“Not much more to tell,” Elmer said. “I was riding the bus today and I saw you weren’t here, so I got kinda -” He stopped. Huh. That was a little weird, now that he was saying it out loud.

“- worried?” the boy finished. He didn’t look creeped out. He was smirking. Grabbing the branch above him, he dropped his notebook to the ground and came down like he was swinging on a vine, landing on his feet. He was taller than he looked curled up in a tree. “Nice to know you care, uh���”

“Elmer,” Elmer said, pointing at himself. “Elmer Kasprzak.”

“Elmer,” the boy said, shaking it. “I’ll have to remember that.”

“Am I gonna get a name? Y’know, so I don’t have to keep calling you ‘guy that lives in a tree’?”

The boy smirked again. “Albert DaSilva. And nah, I don’t live here,” he said, looking up at the tree. “Close, though. My brother raises me, but he has to drive my other brother to this debate club thing every day. I walk home and hang out here until they come back with whatever takeout they order for dinner.”

“Why don’t you just take the bus?” Elmer said.

“A junior on the bus is killer weak.”

“That’s from Be More Chill, right? I like you already.”

“Sure hope you do,” Albert said. “You’ve been here for,” he checked his phone, “ten minutes. That’s a new record from the kids that think I’m weird for hanging out in a tree for hours.”

Elmer laughed. “I’ve seen worse.”

They fell into an awkward silence for a minute, and just when Albert looked like he was about to scramble back up in that tree like a monkey, Elmer blurted out, “Uh, why don’t you have dinner at my house sometime? I’m pretty sure at least half my siblings know how to cook. Be careful around me, though. My mashed potatoes come out looking like cottage cheese in disguise.”

Albert nodded, unlocking his phone and pushing it in his hands. “We have one more thing in common, then,” he said as Elmer typed in his number. “I almost burned the house down trying to make pasta. I dunno why my brother keeps me around.”

“You can tell me all about it when you come over,” Elmer said. “I’ve got four blocks to walk to get home before my brother comes back and thinks I got kidnapped, and I’m sure you wanna get back to your tree.”

“I will,” Albert said. He waved, wriggling his fingers, then dropped his hand and wiped it on his pants. “Uh, yeah. Bye. Elmer. Elmer, right.”

Elmer ended up sprinting to get home in time, but by the time he stopped in front of his house, panting, he was pretty sure his cheeks weren’t red just from the long run.

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congrats on 100+ omg !! i am flinging into your askbox to request natsume & number 14 from the prompt list >:3c remember to take care of yourself too and take breaks regularly <3

i'm sorry that this one has taken me so long ahhh i'm not,, 100% happy with the final result but this is the best i can do ; v ; <3 but thank you so much anon ily <33

✧ natsume + 14: Stay with me ✧

When Natsume had suggested you come to the secret room to spend some time together, you were expecting something entirely different. Maybe not a nice candlelit dinner —which, you know, wouldn’t have been bad either— but something more. Romantic.

Or, at least, that Natsume would try to talk to you. That would have been a great starter because he was absolutely focused on whatever experiment he was working on, to the point his responses to the conversation were all around the lines of “uh-huh”, “yeah” and “hm”.

You understood better than anyone Natsume’s interest in his research and didn’t want to bother him either, especially not when he was mixing a lot of different coloured liquids that you didn’t even know what they were for and that could cause a big mess if he wasn’t paying attention.

So, he hadn’t left you with any other option that to silently leave as he continued to work. The moment you stood up from your chair and started walking towards the door, Natsume immediately looked at you.

“Where are you going?”

You finally had his undivided attention. Still slightly annoyed at the situation, you couldn’t help but scoff, stopping in front of him.

“Oh, so now you do see me. Since you’re so busy, I’m going home.”

For a second, you could see a hurt look in his eyes and you immediately regretted your words, they had been a lot harsher than you anticipated. Natsume kept that bad habit of trying to hide his emotions but, from time to time, he lowered his barriers when you were together. Seeing that kind of expression on his face made you feel even worse.

“…stay with me.” Natsume suddenly got hold of your hand and looked away, unable to make eye contact. “I… was too focused on my work… sorry.”

His fingers tapped shyly against yours, waiting. From his words to his body language, it was a totally sincere apology, especially coming from him. You nodded, interlacing his fingers with yours as you got closer for a big hug. It felt… comforting.

“No, I’m sorry. I just want you to be with you… I want you to look at me too…” Your words caused a soft shade of red to envelop his cheeks, smiling slightly.

“Don’t worry. You have all my attention now.” Seeing Natsume back to his usual self made you feel better, his hands running through your hair, “I’m actually free for the rest of the day. I think that… I’ll listen to what you want to do this time.”

[leviiattacks]

800 followers special!!

first off i’d like to say thank you to the 800 lovely people who think that what i write is worth following, it’s a huge milestone that i never thought i’d get to but???/)/£:£/ thank you !!! ily all (hugs you)

ANYWAY as you know this blog mainly is levi content so i thought for this big milestone i’d let you all choose which long fic you would like to see. i hope this is a good token of gratitude from me :-)

read the summaries below then vote on this google form !! i expect the fic to be pretty long soooo i hope you do enjoy it when i release the parts (i’m currently in exam season so don’t expect it to come soon but i will announce when i plan on working on it!!!)

btw reblogs are appreciated i’d like for there to be a decent amount of votes :-(

summary ::  what are you to do when jean kirstein your ballet partner of ten years ditches you? of course you aim to win the nation wide dance competition he’s entered with his new partner. however your plan sinks once you find out entering as a lone applicant isn’t permitted. that’s when fate happens to bring you right to levi ackerman. the street dancer who holds a grudge against jean for a totally different reason.

extra notes :: inspired by a request anon sent me about ballet dancer!reader and hip hop dancer!levi, enemies to lovers, both levi and reader being STUBBORN!!!!, levi back at it with his grey highlights, reader and levi being stupidly oblivious NOTE!!! i’m not v sure with the plot of this one SO it may change later on… but still have the whole ballet street dance premise

summary :: after a disastrous first date which kick starts a long lasting fued you and levi ackerman eventually find that you need to set your differences aside and work together. now, there are much greater priorities at hand. one of which just so happens to be taking care of mei – the daughter of your now deceased best friend.

extra notes :: based slightly on the movie “life as we know it”, reader and levi tried to date at first but it failed so they hate each other’s guts. the only real reason they remain civil is for the sake of their friends, then again there’s always been tension between them if you get what i mean ;-), enemies to lovers. angst + FLUFF !!!! PLUS figuring out how the hell parenting works ???? the ups and downs of a new bumpy situation, please note of course this story will have mentions of death and coping with loss etc

[mirakeul]

Hiya love! Thank you for requesting afshkjksa i am so happy sksksksks,, you’re also amazing, anon!!! ily uwu u do know who u are HAHAHAHA sksksks

HC: Bakugo, Kirishima, and Kaminari with an overly sweet s/o who gets taken advantage of

warnings: none, again just bakugo being bakugo

Bakugo Katsuki

okay, you see

people are actually asking how

like u’re very sweet

and bakugo is,,,,

u kno

but ig it works???

he does do things for u he never does for those stupid extras

like he cooks for u

and boy, was it YUMMY delicioso~

and he definitely holds ur hand

but he says it’s so the damn extras know u belong to him

(read: he likes ur hands, so soft)

and he loves ur sweet nature

i mean, duh

it’s kinda what made him fall in the first place

but ofc that’s a story for another time *wink wonk*

u guys are the weirdest couple

like u’d be 😊😊😊

but katsuki is 😠😠😠

like again, how?????

but,,, 

katsuki is actually v sweet (not around other people ofc)

but he’s a tsun-tsun

so when in closed doors, u always cling to him first

while in your room,, (not doing the diddly doo)

u were doing more work than ever

and u look all frustated and stuff

so obv, being the good boyfriend he is *cough* simp *cough*

“what are you doing?”

“it’s nothing, katsuki”

with a sweet tone, mind you, but an annoyed look on your face

ur phone kept buzzing the last few minutes

so obv he becomes annoyed as well

he snatches it from u and he can see texts from your classmates

“hey y/n, can you help me with this?”

“hey l/n, can i ask for a favor?”

“hey, is this right?”

“help me pls!!!”

and so on

he’s pissed

why do these damn extras ask you for so much?

and why do you keep saying yes????

“katsuki, it’s nothing”

“KATSUKI!” u shouted, wide-eyed when he turned off your phone and throwing it to your bed

“stop it, dumbass”

“what?”

“just say no to those stupid extras, you’re obviously overwhelmed”

“but i can’t--”

say no to this (hamilton amirite)

“dumbass, i’ll say no for you”

“but, katsuki-!”

he pulled you to his lap

oh wow

“don’t overwork yourself, dumbass”

u pouted

and ofc he smooched u

“now, we sleep”

“what-”

he pulls you in and i swear

he has the strongest hold on u

u really couldn’t stand if u try

the next day

“HEY YOU EXTRAS! DON’T ASK FROM MY S/O FROM NOW ON, DO YOUR STUPID WORKS YOURSELVES”

in other words: she’s tired, my baby, the love of my life, is tired, so don’t bother my baby

u just stood there

like the pikachu meme u know

where pikachu’s just 😯

“katsuki i--” 😚😚😚

“tch, dumbass, let’s go” 🙄🙄 (he’s blushing btw)

NOW, HOLDING HANDS YAYYYY 🥰🥰

Kirishima Eijiro

OKAY

now this boi right here

he’s a simp for u and u only

bystanders aww at u

they be like,,

“so cute”

i mean duh,,,

you’re too sweet

and kiri is also v sweet

so ofc when u became a couple

u were the “it” couple

like overly sweet

bakugo is this 🤢🤢🤢 when he sees you both

but he can’t escape 

bcuz u’re in the bakusquad

HAHAHAH

n e ways, you were in the dorm’s common room

when kaminari approaches u

“y/n, are you busy? i need some help”

now, kiri notices u were hesitating

and u look really troubled

so being the good boyfriend that he is,,

“bro, can you just ask yao-momo? my s/o’s busy”

“oh, of course dude! sorry!”

when he left, kiri looked at u

and he notices u were looking more tired

“baby, are you okay?”

“it’s nothing, eiji. i’ve been caught up by favors lately”

“then say no, y/n”

“i can’t-- what if they think bad of me if i turn them down?”

“baby, they’re your friends, if they do not understand that you can’t keep saying yes then you should look for new friends”

he pulls you closer to his and lets u snuggle him

“baby, if you ever get tired like this, say no or lead them to me and i’ll say no for you”

there was just silence

he looks down and u were sleeping

AWWWWW SO CUTE 🥺🥺🥺

he places a kiss on your forehead

and snuggles with u

he sleeps and reminds himself to do something later

mina finds u guys and ofc does not hesitate to take a picture

who ofc sends it to the class gc

later, when you woke up in your bed

huh, eiji must have brought you to bed

u were met with messages from your friends

“sorry for asking too much, y/n! hope you’ll rest well!”

“i’ll ask yao-momo next time!”

“thank you for your help but it’s fine if you’re busy!”

“rest well, y/n! kiri’s told us of the situation and we understand!”

🥺🥺🥺

u immediately went to find eiji 

and jumped on him

“i love you, eiji!”

“i love you too, y/n!” 🥰🥰🥰

Kaminari Denki

okay,, first off

idk how this happened

like he literally said

“my love for you is like diarrhea, i just can't hold it in.”

which made u laugh out loud

in a sweeter way ofc

and he swears

he saw angels come down bcuz of ur laugh

👼👼👼

and he’s ecstatic bcuz u never rejected him outright

u just laughed and told him

“stop it, kaminari”

and boy, did he not stop

he’d throw pick up lines everyday

so u obv fell for him

and u were really sweet!!!

like, denki’s confused how but he’s happy

one day, you were walking with him when sero approached you

“hey, l/n! i need your help, are you busy?”

“um--”

he genuinely looked confused since you never hesitated

but he did see why

there were bags under your eyes

and your voice doesn’t really sound happy anymore

are you okay?

“bro, she’s helping me study tonight, maybe ask kiri?”

“okay!”

he then turns to you, all serious

wow so serious

“y/n, love, are you okay?”

and when you tell him

he literally texted everyone to stop asking you for favors then and there

he’s like 

“hi guys, my queen 🥰🥰 is v tired with all the help you’re asking her so can you let her rest?”

so your classmates and friends understood

and they were surprised because kami seemed serious

so they did

they let you rest and stopped asking you even for the minor inconveniences

u were all 🥺🥺🥺 at kaminari

and he looked so proud you were his

so u thought it was the perfect opportunity

“hey, denki?”

“yes, my queen?”

“you must be tired because you've been running through my mind all day”

and boy, he combusted

like when he overuses his quirk

u were wide-eyed and called for help

bcuz he can’t help it

he really loves his queen

[destrcyas]

you always have a place here | philza

thank u so much anon for the request anon, ily dsmp dadza au bc dadza >>> in this ur wilburs sister and its pre manburg vs pogtopia also im sorry for not updating that much my mental state is not v poggers.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

you knocked on the wooden doors of philzas house, praying to god he was awake. the moon casted a soft glow on your stressed face. the loud grunts of mobs nearby was the only sound you could hear as you waited anxiously for phil to answer the door.

a few second pass before the door opened. a sleepy phil looks at you in your distraught state and invites you in.

“you okay?” he asked, closing the door behind you and rubbing his eyes. you let out a sigh and your leg starts bouncing up and down.

“its just wil. hes going on about how hes gonna blow up manburg and to be honest? it stresses me the fuck out. thats our home. he worked so hard to get it, and now because some ram motherfucker wants to take over. it stresses me out, phil. every night he talks about how hes gonna blow it up.” you said with a sigh. phils eyebrows soften and he frowns.

“here-- ill talk to him about it tomorrow. i have a spare bed you can use if you want to stay in the guest bedroom tonight.” phil offered, giving you a sympathetic look. you nodded at the man, grateful he was offering you a place away from wilbur.

“if anything happens, you always have a place here.” 

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

IM SORRY ITSS SO SHORT AND SHITTY ANON IM SO SORRY I DONT REALLY DO PHILZA SHIT PLSPLSPLSPLS I SITLL LOVE U

[wri0thesley]

many many anons under the cut bc i didn’t want anyone to feel like i was ignoring them and i wanted to respond to u all! warning for small text too, it was so long i wanted to make it look smaller fgbnjkgkjn

Anonymous asked: NAT... you can write WHATEVER you want! It's your blog, and I hope that rude anons can learn to respect that. I used to be on your blog just for jjba content too, so when you started getting into jjk I was indifferent but eventually you dragged me into jjk so hard!! I already like bnha, so seeing you write for it only made me happier! I hope that you continue to write whatever make YOU happy:) ❤and yes, longer fics certainly doesnt mean it's better, quality over quantity

ahh i’m happy that you are here for all three!! i always feel so accomplished when someone is like ‘your constant screaming made me think about jjk <3′. all three of the fandoms are fairly popular and i tag everything v carefully so i hope people who do use the filtering find that useful!!! 

Anonymous asked: Goodness gracious. People really be out there thinking they're entitled to dictating what kind of content you should be making

i think part of it might be that i do take requests so people feel like they have like . . . a certain right to certain kinds of my content? i take requests mostly bc they keep me motivated, i like making content for ppl who cant find what they want bc i’ve Been There, but maybe people think i am a pushover? idk i am just trying to have a good time!!!

Anonymous asked: Hi. I only started following you a few days ago but please ignore that rude anon. People are so fucking entitled towards writers it's insane. I recently had someone throw a fit for "spoiling" something in my fanfic, even though the fic was about a manga-exclusive character, so what did they expect?? Overall I've really enjoyed your writing so random assholes coming to guilt you is just a shitty thing that happens. Keep going with what you wanna do.

ah gosh anon i’m sorry about that :(. i’m always super careful tagging spoilers and stuff but like, if someone clicks on a fic about say, naoya or the steel ball run boys and is mad that i spoil something they havent found out yet . . . yeah thats on them fgbnkjgfkjn

Anonymous asked: That...that anon had the nerve to say "we". The fuck?! No no no anon, YOU'RE the only one talking and you're just talking for yourself, don't you dare try and lump us other anons/followers up with you to make yourself look like you're right. We love you nat and we appreciate you. It's your blog, you're allowed to write about whoever and whatever. This brain dead anon just needs to either go read someone else if they're that salty or write their own stuff if they're that impatient.

gosh i WISH some of my mad anons would just write their own stuff honestly. idk if this anon thought they were talking for everybody but i guess they expected anons to agree with them and not be mad at them. i appreciate u anon ;_;

Anonymous asked: Just want to say that ily and you’re one of the best jojo fanfic writers in my opinion 💗 I don’t think you’re half assing jojo fics and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you being multi fandom. A lot of jojo blogs have started posting about jjk so it’s not as if you’re the only one. I’m not sure why you get hate like this but I think it’s just because you’re one of the popular writers and that makes people bitter for whatever reason. Keep being you and posting about the things that make you happy 💕

honestly after so long writing for jojo - i’ve written well over 200 jojo reader insert fics - sometimes it feels like i’m retreading stuff, and that’s when i take a break bc i dont wanna half-ass stuff!!! i love all of my fellow jojo friends who are posting about jjk too, i appreciate them <3. 

Anonymous asked: Hey my dude, ur writing has really grown since the jojo days and its better and awesome seeing u become happier to branch off and write in different fandoms 🤌🤌 those stupid anons are just boring farts that couldnt be bothered making their own content 😤😤 is it possible to block them to ease ur mind?

hello anon!! i run a statcounter for IPs but it doesnt always work for ppl who access through the tumblr app, i don’t think; a lot of the anon hate i get i just use the ‘block’ option, but last night got to me because i’ve been getting that kind of writer a lot which is . . . a bad look for the jojo fandom who are, as a whole from the ones i’ve interacted with, lovely!!! <3

Anonymous asked: People often forget, the person behind art or writing, is just another regular fan. You deserve to be happy with what you create and we should be thankful you share your talent with us. You also have right to change your main interests, and it's very normal thing. Jojo is one of the MANY things that you write for and all you get from that is a like or share. Its not your job. It's your fun thing to do, in spare time. You haven't betrayed anybody. That person was just rude, selfish and bored.

i am just a person doing my best!!! anime fanfic is one of many interests i have and i already devote a lot of time to it honestly, i love when people tell me they’ve enjoyed something i made bc it makes it feel worthwhile but equally it gets to me a lot when people are rude because i am usually trying my hardest. 

Anonymous asked: Bro that jjba anon... the entitlement🤮 Fam, you write whatever you want to write😤 -Saturday

dfnjbkjnkgf i find most fic readers are NOT entitled at all and are just grateful but when they are . . . oof. 

Anonymous asked: It's funny how people throw "we got you popular" and they think you start apologize and cry. Your writing and passion made you gain few numbers on a follow counter, nothing more. I think I'm too old for stuff like this, we are nothing more, but +1 on a number scale. You ow us nothing, we ow you nothing. Popular... Funny word. You just write for fun of it, fake scenarios about someone's manga characters. It's not that deep. Have fun and don't listen to people like this. I knew it's not that easy, but they are really not that important as they think they are.

extremely fun fact for people who think ‘popularity’ is important to me: i would 100% rather have 10 people who regularly comment, reblog my fics with tags and interact with me than 100 people who read my fic and either leave a like or simply move on. i think this is true for the VAST MAJORITY of writers tbh. i’m glad that people think i am a ‘popular’ blog (i am not in the grand scheme of things, one of my ex-best friends used to run a kpop reader insert blog with like 30,000 followers) bc it gives me an ego boost lmao, but i really just want people to read and enjoy the stuff i write!!! 

Anonymous asked: I followed you a while ago for jojo and when my friends started getting into jjk i was like...eh sounds like work...but now that I see you writing for it I feel really motivated to get into it!!! I really enjoy your writing and I want to be able to read the new stuff too!

ah anon i really hope you like it!!! it’s only one season rn if u wanna watch the anime and there isn’t too much of the manga to catch up on either but it is a lot of fun and it’s nice to be in a fandom that’s like, excited about a new chapter and new plot developments every week!

Anonymous asked: Pls dont reply if u dont want to! <3 I'm not sure if this will be of any help to you or not but this is the kind of thing that often helps me and is the only way I know to try comfort others so I wanted to give it a go~

Now im not gonna say 'dont feel bad pls' bc I know that's not really useful but what I do think is useful is just discussing why that anon and many others feel the need to respond that way. As someone who follows a lot of writing blogs myself and have done for a long time, i've seen my handful of favourite writers come and go for different reasons, lose motivation for a while, gain motivation for a while, go from multi to single fandom, or single fandom to multi. Often times as a reader it can be upsetting when things change but it's also important as a reader to understand that some things aren't in anyone's control, I can't control what my favourite writers become a fan of or lose interest of, I can't control things in their personal lives that may motivate or demotivate them to write, but what I can do is support them as long as they're active, and if they move on to do things i'm no longer interested in or i'm the one that changed interests, rather than being upset that they're evolving to do other things or that they're not evolving with me, I think it's important that I still feel thankful for the works that I enjoyed while we were still on the same page and this is how I personally deal with those negative feelings. I think the anons that lash out at you probably just dont know what to do with themselves, maybe they got attached to your works while you were still only a jjba blog and now that you're evolving they're upset, while I understand how they feel, they're going the completely wrong way about it. I've learned to take these things and turn them into something positive for myself or at least something bittersweet that I can move on from but the anons that lash out at you for whatever reason probably haven't learned this yet. Maybe it's because i've moved on and changed interests a lot myself that I know how these things go for both writers and readers but those anons maybe haven't experienced this as much so they dont know what to do with themselves other than complain that you've changed and throw insults at you in an attempt to get you to revert back. None of this is because of the quality of your writing like they want you to believe, it's literally just because you've evolved and while some of your old followers might not like the new content for no reason other than it not being their cup of tea, it's definitely not regressed at all. You are pumping out a lot of content right now but every single thing i've read has just been better than the last. Things that really stand out to me is how well you get characterisation down to a T and all of your dialogue is just on point and from the pov of a reader I think those things seem the hardest to get right so I am such a huge fan of your stuff at the moment and I can tell you're really putting so much thought and care into each and every fic no matter how fast you're producing it, I think the fact that you're also proud of what you're writing at the moment really shines through as well and I just adore the passion that radiates from every completed request as well as in the responses for the subsequent thirsts resulting from these works that appear in your ask box later (I know i've sent quite a few by now~)

Just to be clear i'm not defending those anons in any way, while I can understand what they might be feeling/why they're reacting in the way they are I still believe it's just so immature to be hateful online point blank. Even during a time where I still got upset with writers if they started doing something else I still never targeted that negativity directly to the writer and sending rude or hateful comments whether on anon or not never something i'd stooped low enough to do even when I still had an immature way of thinking, however, I hope that it might make it a little easier to brush them off if we try and understand what they're really upset about, and that they're just putting the blame for their negative feelings onto the wrong thing rather than coming to terms with change themselves.

hello anon!! i appreciate the long message. i do feel bad for people who have no interest in what i’m currently producing and i get that they feel upset about it; i’ve watched a lot of fellow jojo writers move on completely or just stop posting, honestly. this kind of thing is why i was so intense about asking people if it would be better if i made a separate blog but the resounding answer seemed to be ‘i’m just vibing with whatever happens and i’ll block tags as needed’. 

i often return to works by my favourite reader-insert writers who no longer write for the fandoms i like (and i read stuff bc it sounds interesting or i trust the person who writes it), but change can be difficult and i guess at this point i’ve - whether u like me or not lmao - been a fixture in jojo reader-insert tumblr for a While so it’s probably kind of jarring. 

anyway i really appreciate you and the nice words! <3 

Anonymous asked: hi nat! I just wanted to pop in and say that regardless of what fandom you write for, the love and care you pour into your writing and into interacting with followers who care about your work as well is really obvious. you're doing this for FREE and people should appreciate what you've given us so far, since ultimately this blog should be for you, whatever that means to you at any point in time. it's ok to jump fandoms! the important thing is that you feel good about what you're producing and that it makes you happy. everyone else is just a bonus - but, seeing you on my dash certainly makes me happy : ) I hope you feel better soon!

thank you anon! i’m feeling much better and happier today. birthdays are very difficult for me (i did not think i’d be alive at eighteen, much less 25!) so this event is definitely kind of a way for me to concentrate on something else, and i’m a little bit extra sensitive atm. i appreciate you so much, thank you for the kind words!!! <3

Anonymous asked: Hello! I just wanted to say, write what YOU want and make YOUR writings as long as you'd like. 💖 To the anon who is like "We mAdE yOu FaMoUs dOnt HalF asS iT" stfu, let people do what they wanna do. If you think they half do it, write something better and longer you asshat.

this is an open invitiation to that anon to send me a link to their writing blog and i’ll hype them up i promise <3 

Anonymous asked: nat i'm so so sorry about that ask please know that your older followers don't share the same opinion :( sometimes people forget about the living, breathing person behind the screen smh. you are not a machine. you absolutely should not restrict yourself to posting about one fandom forever. yes, we're first pulled in by your amazing content, but we stay for your wonderful personality and work ethic. please just keep being you, taking up projects you feel comfy with! <333 bless u

ahh thank u anon! unfortunately i actually am a writing robot, i’m sorry u had to find out this way. my jojo chip has been removed, please send it back so i can continue to not half-ass my jojo work. fgnjkbgjkfn thank you so much angel!!! i appreciate you ;_;.

Anonymous asked: i don’t think it’s fair for other people to say shit about what you choose to write about because on tumblr and other writing platforms, writers are constantly developing how they write and the fandoms that they write for. it’s not fair for someone to criticize that “you don’t care about jjba blah blah blah” because you can enjoy new shows/manga. and like you said you’ve grown so much!! proud of you nat and im glad that ive been able to read your works (sincerely other nat)

i am STILL waiting for you to come and fight me other nat fgnjkbnf. it’s nice to be enjoying different things! i am constantly learning new things and reading new works and making new friends and improving and i think that’s important. i do care about jjba - a lot! but i can care about other things too! <3 

Anonymous asked: I may not be one of your oldest followers, but i've been here for almost 3 years. Yes, i started following u for ur jojo content, but let me tell u, ur newfound motivation and enthusiam for other fandoms was honestly contagiuos for me. And i say this as a person who finds very difficult to move from one interest to another. Jojo is great, but so are other fandoms. Please don't let some faceless scum rob u that motivation. This is ur blog and u r always free to write whatever u want.

honestly, i have been there! i am autistic and i have special interests and watching other people move on to stuff i’m not vibing with has made me sad in the past, but i want people to be happy more than anything and sometimes that means new things and change! <3 

Anonymous asked: Hi Nat! I saw that rude anon message & I just wanted to pop in & say that they're wrong. You're not betraying anyone & you should write whatever it is you want to write. I followed you for jojo & I'm not familiar with the other fandoms that you write for, but personally it makes me SO happy to see you enjoying new things! It's always good to find joy wherever you can, so keep writing what you're interested in. There a lot of ppl who want to see you happy and healthy <3

honestly the idea of it being a GRAND BETRAYAL is so funny, i am just writing anime fanfic here and thriving!!! tysm anon! <3

Anonymous asked: Those anons can piss off! They have no right to judge how long or how short your writing is. If they want longer content write it their damn selves. I think your writing has improved wonderfully and I originally followed for Jojo and I'm enjoying all the content period. I don't even watch jujutsu ( not my cup of tea personally) but I love seeing the creativity and the interactions. You write what makes you happy Nat and that's on that! You don't owe anybody anything! I know how hard writing is and when your consuming new content it's hard to make content for something else. That doesn't mean you don't like it any more your just doing something different for a while. Love you and your content and I'm enjoying the love your putting into your content whether long or short. ♥♥💕 Sending love your way!

honestly my idea of ‘short content’ is still over 1k words, i’m not good at reeling myself in! i guess it’s bc they see like, 1.5k jojo fic versus 5k jjk fic but it’s not that i didn’t enjoy the first fic, just that the point and the story came a lot quicker and so did the natural end! thank you anon, i appreciate you ;_; 

Anonymous asked: Hello! Just wanted to let your know that I think your writing is awesome, and that you should write for whoever and for whatever you want to! You dont have to stay loyal to one fandom or anything, and your followers shouldn't expect that from you! It's not like they are paying you to write, you are doing this for free, and because you enjoy it and it makes you happy! If they dont like your stuff, they dont have to follow you, they can go to other blogs that cater to their taste, and they definitely don't need to be sending you such hurtful comments, and they dont get to make you feel sad about your writing! Just because they followed you during your earlier stages of writing, doesn't mean you owe them some type of loyalty or compensation! You can write literally whatever you want as long as it makes you happy! That's what your hobby and your blog are for! I hope you know that alot of your followers love your work and think that you are an amazing writer and are down to support the work that makes you happiest! 💖💖

ahh thank you so much anon!!! i am always so bowled over by how many people are nice to me when something like this happens, i am sending you my love <3

Anonymous asked: don’t listen to them!! we love you as a writer no matter what you write, because you’re a good person and a talented writer!! you shouldn’t have to change what you write to please a bitter person, and if they only want jjba, they can go to another blog instead of bringing you down. you’re doing amazing and they should be thankful you grace us with your talents!!

to be totally honest, if i was half-assing or not vibing with content i was making i just. wouldn’t post it. like you’d be able to TELL when i was half-assing stuff just to get words out (source: i have re-read my own nanowrimo works). there are lots of great jjba blogs who could do with more followers n interaction!!! i hope they do find them and i hope they’re nice to them :(. 

Anonymous asked: Please don’t pay attention to that anon. People only have that confidence when they have anon turned on. Them looking through your blog despite feeling that way is peak fan behavior and speaks to how addicting your writing is. Naturally, you can’t please everyone and there will be people who are irrational and feel entitled to tell you what to do or what to write no matter what. Trust me when I say they’re a small minority and are more likely probably passing viewers rather than regulars. I check your blog about three or more times a day because I love reading not just your fics but also your takes, banter with other anons, or even random updates. Brainrot posts? LOVE TO SEE IT!!! Desk update? AMAZING!!! With that being said, don’t feel pressured to continue pushing out content for others. Write what makes you happy! You’ve been writing for JJBA for 4 years and it’s completely normal + healthy to get into new media. I’m not sure if it would mean much, but your love for JJK has gotten me excited to start it too!!

anon i really hope you enjoy it!!! sometimes these anons remember stuff i’ve posted and said better than i do tbh, i am living in their heads rent free i guess! 

Anonymous asked: I've been following you for a couple of years and honestly it would always be a joy to see when you posted. Your writing has improved and I'm very happy you're enjoying yourself ! I know it hurts hearing and seeing stuff like that but I'm happy you're here. I'm honestly blessed everytime you post. Your writing is phenomenal. I love reading it even if its characters that I dont care for. You capture their essences so well and weave an amazing tale within the prompts and whatnot. You're amazing nat!

wehh thank you so much!!! re: the improvement, i really don’t feel like it has and then i re-read something i wrote when i first started and i’m like oh my god maybe it has. did i really write about jotaro acting like that. 

Anonymous asked: Hi Nat. I recently became a follower of yours and I'm really saddened to see you get hate. You seem like a genuinely sweet person with amazing talent! I'm a writer myself and, unfortunately, get the same kind of comments. And when you get those comments, it doesn't leave you feeling motivated. People need to understand that people can and will, at times, grow out of fandoms. (1 Not just that but you're doing all of this for free. Again, I'm sorry you got such a comment. But please know that I'm proud of how far you've come. I'm proud that you're living a life that makes you happy. And no matter what fandom you may find yourself in next, I will always enjoy your writing. Take care of yourself. (2 end

HELLO NEW FOLLOWER I LOVE YOU (i get a lot more a day now than i used to and i feel guilty about not being able to look through so many blogs but i do try and follow back other writers for my fandoms!! ;_;). i’m sorry you get the same kind of comments! i’m always just happy to see people i like enjoying new things, even if i have no interest in it (hello to all of my mutuals who write for hunter x hunter and haikyuu, not interested but i’m sure you’re having a great time and i support you!!!). 

Anonymous asked: I'm sure you're getting a barrage of supportive messages now (at least I hope so) but I figured I'd add my voice, because I'm a longtime follower. Your writing is, and always has been, wonderful. I've been so happy to see you and Haz get to a place that works for you both. Idk if it's obvious for everyone, but you seem like you're emotionally in a pretty good place most of the time these days, and it makes me really happy to see that. I followed years ago for JJBA content, but I stayed because regardless of what content you put out, I find your wit delightful. And I'll stick around even if you move fandoms entirely, because whatever content or editorializing you produce is going to be worth reading, regardless of what it's for.

ahh, anon!! thank you for sticking around so long, sorry if you’re old enough to have been around the vore and jorts and spider rohan fiascos! <3 i am definitely a lot more stable than i have been and - barring the Pandemic Related Mental Health Issues - happier! i’m glad that it’s noticeable! <3

Anonymous asked: It actually makes me mad how entitled some people are. Nat, you're not a content creating machine and those who expect you to be are not worth wasting a thought on. Your love for something is not measured in word counts and for you to write every day without getting burned out in the slightest you really must have a burning passion and huge dedication to your craft. If others decide to send hate then allow me to send admiration because I can feel your love and hard work in each post you make!

i try and write every day bc it’s super good for my little ocd/autistic brain to have routines and distract itself, so i’m glad other people can enjoy them because that makes me motivated to carry on! like, i write for myself mostly bc the content i want i sometimes get find, but filling requests and writing for other people also leaves me with happy warm fuzzies too! i appreciate you!! <3 

Anonymous asked: If people only care about your writing for the jojo porn that’s on THEM, not you. Your writing was amazing when I followed about a year ago, and it’s only gotten better and will continue to get better! I think it really comes through when you enjoy what you’re writing and it adds a whole other layer of worth to it, because not only are you making free content but you LIKE that content and we can all gush about it together!!! More than just fans, I think you’ve created a community here and we don’t just stick around to read smut, I promise you that. -Reronon

i do miss having a discord community bc it was nice to talk to everyone in real time but it was hard work, i am glad that people feel like they can just come into my askbox and gush! i’m not very friendly in real life and people tend to think i am cold and stuck up so i work very hard to try and seem friendly and approachable online, which is much easier for me because i get to think and re-draft before i type! <3 

Anonymous asked: Hi Nat! I’m sure you’re getting a lot of messages like this right now but I just wanted to say for what it’s worth that, as a person who originally followed you for jjba content and hasn’t watched/read any of the other series you’re currently writing for, I’m honestly still along for the ride. This is your blog and you’re allowed to do what you want with it and put out what content you feel like writing. Sometimes??? People acquire new interests??????? Shocking! I know absolutely nothing about jjk or bnha but out of curiosity still read some of your posts about them and even though I might not Get It, I still enjoy them because I think you’re a very talented writer! Honestly, as long as you’re still writing, I’m still down to clown, and whenever you take breaks (which are important!) I’ll still be waiting for your return or supporting and respecting your decision to stay away longer. Don’t let the entitled assholes get you down. Utilize YOUR blog and YOUR space however YOU choose. Your talent and kindness speak for themselves. Love you!!! ❤️❤️❤️

anon i care about you and i am so appreciative of you and everyone for sending me such nice messages! i am running out of ways to say it but it’s true, it really does mean a lot to me ;_; <3

[franeridart]

Anon said: Do you still keep up with black clover? 🥺

Hell yeah I do!! Only the manga, though!

Anon said: Hello first I'd like to say that I really love your art style and your drawing and I have a question about Akane it's pretty weird and may be already ask but can she control blood ? and so people ? sorry for this question it's very dark I was just wondering... Thanks

She can’t! Blood’s alive and she can only control non-living stuff, so anything of the like is out of the question for however hard she may try! Old/dead blood might be another thing, but that’s as far as it goes!

Anon said: I reeeeally love your art and may I just say that I totally appreciate the relationship dynamic your Kirishima and Bakugou have? I've been bingeing KiriBaku angst fics and your wholesome art makes me feel so much better! I like how your Baku is never an asshole to Kiri and how Kiri in return isn't weak-willed or complacent. You character portrayals are just so wholesome and still realistic

Thank you!!! I’m glad you like my way of going about them, I’m pretty sure at this point I put enough of myself and what I like in them that they aren’t exactly as IC as they could be, but I enjoy them this way! And I’m always happy to hear people enjoy them the same way I do, too!

Anon said: Hello hello I just wanted to say I love the way you draw Bakugou???? It’s just v v expressive v good,,, Ok that’s all thank

Thank you!!!! He’s loads of fun to draw, ngl!!

Anon said: I saw that you don’t take requests, but what about commissions?

Not at the moment, and at this point I don’t know if it’ll ever happen orz maybe??? We keep on hoping haha

Anon said: You ever just...exist???? Like bro what a weird construct.

More than weird I’d call it tiring lately, ngl

Anon said: I found someone on instagram who reposted your art and left them a comment politely asking them to take it down, would you like their tag?

Ah, for it to be of any use to me I’d need the direct link to the post, but this ask is old enough that I’d think you wouldn’t have it anymore orz it’s fine!!! I’ll live with people constantly disrespecting me, my wishes and my art, nbd

Anon said: You ever just get tired of being awake and go downstairs in the dark to get ur sleep meds because you have work to do tomorrow but u can’t wake anyone up so then you get super scared by everything?aha what a life. Anyways how’s ur day?!

Actually none of the meds I take are for sleep and also my house is one floor only so I can’t say I relate to that specific feel! And it was good, thank you! I ate cake, played acnh, wasted a lot of time trying and failing to find something to draw... fun times

Anon said: Hi it’s the anon who had the 8am class again. I didn’t take your advice cuz it’s 5:22am and I’m still awake oops. But I didn’t think u responding to my last message hold make so happy yet here I am smiling extremely hard at my phone. Ily Fran I cry

Ahhhhhhh I try to answer to all asks I get, so if you ever send one and I don’t answer is because I didn’t get it! Still... it might take a while for me to find the energy to reply..................... genuinely sorry about that....................

Anon said:k idk if you noticed or not but i just spent like the last hour of my life liking all of your shit because JESUS i love your art

THANK YOU!!!!! I can’t remember if I noticed, but if I did I assure you it made me incredibly happy!

Anon said: I got really sad because haikyuu and I came on ur blog page and now I’m :)

So happy to know I can put a smile on your face ;;; <3<3

Anon said: Sorry Umm do you still do bnha fusions? Cuz umm Tomura and deku forced fusion? Or Tomura and Overhaul? :3?

I don’t, sorry!

Anon said: i just wanna say that as a poly person i really love how you do poly ships, esp your old haikyuu bokukurooteru tattoo comic. like how you write relationships like that is just... so good and genuine and healthy??

Ohhhhhh man I’m happy to hear that! It’s a topic that means a lot to me, so knowing I can do it justice means the world!!

[mintugiyuu]

please take your time with the requests and remember to take care of yourself :)

> aw, you made me smile! ;;v;;

> anon my beloved, you’ve officially made my day, thank you so much!! ;3; <3 I will, but make sure you take care of yourself as well! you’re so sweet aaaa ily /p <3

[thebeautyoffanfics]

HI SAV IT'S THE AKANE SIMP HERE TO GLADLY SAY I LOVE LOVE L O V E D THE OUTCOME OF MY REQUEST THANK YOU ILYSM 💗💗💗 (And you DO write Akane good fyi. Don't doubt yourself 😤) - owl anon (if I can be that anon if it's okay with you, I have a strong feeling I'll be back 😎 OK ILY BYE)

AKSHSKSJSJ THANK YOU SO MUCH- YOURE AN ACTUAL SWEETHEART, IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!! (And LAHSKSEHJE thank you;;) (and!! Heck yeah you can!!!! Ilyilyily, can’t wait to see you again (if you choose to come back) <333)