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[felicitywingz]

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[felicitywingz]

ik i havent posted anything in a while but LORRRDDD trust me when i say im inspired..

i NEED to write smut abt this man omg, i just finished re3 and i've never wanted to reach into the screen and single handedly deepthroat a character SO bad before 😫

all toji fangirls need to discover carlos oliveira..

[felicitywingz]

pls dont leave us again </3

I WONT!! i havent posted in like a week because ive been kinda busy, but im not disappearing !! just been too focused freaking out over being left on delivered and sleeping until 7pm to post anything.. sorry!! 😭

[felicitywingz]

I followed you for a reason but I can't remember for what

probably for a fic? or something like that, you can always unfollow if you want too, i dont mind !! im only here to write fanfiction 😋

[felicitywingz]

requests r open !! if u have any tropes or ideas you'd wanna see me write just send it right in and if i think im capable of writing it then it'll get done !!

ill do nsfw, sfw, angst, comfort, fluff, etc !! pretty much anything except non-con, incest, etc

i write mostly for jjk, but im open to doing mha, naruto and maybe a few other animes depending on if i've watched them and or if i like the characters

i won't write for naoya at all, and i'll write fluff / angst for characters like megumi and yuji but i wont write nsfw for them, otherwise pls feel free to send in any ideas !!

[felicitywingz]

cw : smut (mdni), a LOT of angst, overall dickhead energy, hurt w/ no comfort. wc : 2.1k

he loved you. that's what you told yourself when he called you over to his place just to fuck, or when he asked you to send him nudes. he even told you he loved you too! or, at-least, that's what he told your body when he was busy using it for his own pleasure.

you chose not to acknowledge how he never replied to your texts asking him how his day was, or if he was free or feeling up to hangout. he's just busy, that's what you convinced yourself of despite the fact that your messages were left on read, meaning he was just choosing not to reply.

you repeated it to yourself like a mantra, convinced yourself that this was love, that he was just not great at showing it, because the alternative was acknowledging the fact that he was simply using you for your body, and that was just too painful to think of.

especially when he spoke to you so sweetly every time he started kissing on your neck, hands slithering down your body in calculated movements, prying your thighs open all while he kissed you and whispered gentle nothings into your ear.

" shh.. shh, baby, you're doing so good f'me, yeah? " he cooed, breath warm against your skin as his lips brushed against it, tongue occasionally darting out to press flatly against your neck, as if tasting you.

you let out a quiet moan, your hands pressing against his firm chest, wandering down to his abs as his kisses and kitten licks wandered lower, and lower until his mouth hovered right above your breast, his hot breath making your nipple perk up, tongue slowly extending out to lick around it.

you let out a whimper, back arching just slightly, walls clenching around nothing already just from him kissing and licking your tits. " mnn.. "

" thaaat's it, c'mon, lemme hear those pretty sounds sweetheart. " sweetheart. the name made you melt, the damp spot on your cotton panties growing darker. did he mean it? when he spoke so sweetly to you, when he called you baby? his sweetheart? his pretty girl? you didn't have a lot of time to think about it when you felt him pinch your nipple.

a whine left your throat, goosebumps spreading across your skin as you looked down at him. he huffed. " tsk. eyes on me, this isn't the time to get lost in that pretty little head of yours. " you wanted to protest but before you could even think of something to say his mouth was back on your nipple, giving it a sharp tug with his teeth which elicited a sudden cry from your mouth. tears welled up in your eyes at the pain before you could even process it. you were such a crybaby, he thought. he cooed, almost condescendingly. " awww, are you cryin' baby? y'know.. nobody likes a crybaby, sweetheart. " you sniffled, eyelashes batting away the tears. god, stop crying, you're making a fool of yourself. that's what the voice in your head echoed, heart aching at his words. you focused your attention on the feeling of his lips, a whimper leaving you when his hips slotted between yours, one of his hands sliding down, down, down until it rested on your thigh, squishing the soft skin that was there.

he pressed his hips against yours, grinding the bulge in his sweats against you through the layers that separated the two of you. his fingers slithered from your thigh up to the waistband of your shorts, coaxing you to lift your hips up so he could peel them down. " c'mon, be a good girl, lift your hips. " the words made your clit throb, a needy and breathless moan leaving your throat as you lifted your hips. this was love, it had to be. why else would he be talking to you so sweetly? he needed you. that's what you were trying to convince yourself. he needed you just like you needed him, he just didn't know it yet. he just didn't know how to express it. that's what you told yourself, over and over and over until you had no choice but to believe it. you let him use you, let him push his cock into you, let him grope and knead every inch of skin on your body, all while refusing to acknowledge that nothing he did was out of love. he groaned, eyes squeezing shut as he thrusted shallowly, letting the tip of his dick press against your cervix a few times, hands keeping your legs open, your knees pressed against your chest, your hamstrings stinging from the stretch. " puh—nnmph!—please.. " you whined, eyes glazed over, pleasure blooming in your lower stomach while heartache continued to fester in your chest, your breath unsteady and shaky. he chuckled, low and dark. " please what? c'mon, be a big girl, use your words. " he didn't actually want you to talk though, he'd never cared much for conversation during sex, or at all, at-least with you that is. so when you opened your mouth to speak, he cut you off with a rough thrust, pulling half-way out before slamming back in, a wet squelch! filling the air. " poor baby, cat got your tongue? go ahead, try again, 's okay. " he hummed, but it wasn't soothing. it felt mean, felt humiliating. and yet you still tried, opening your mouth and just barely getting out a syllable of a word before he thrusted into you again. inside, he was grinning. this is exactly how he liked you, quiet, not doing anything besides making those pretty sounds that made his dick throb, letting him do whatever he wanted to you so long as he sweetened his tone and uttered a few meaningless pet names.

he didn't care about your feelings, didn't care about what you were interested, about your favorite movies or books, didn't care to know what your favorite flowers or most used shoes were, didn't care about what you ate or how your day went, all he wanted was your body. your perfect, squishy body.

your tits were perfect, big enough for him to squeeze and knead and suck on, your cunt was tighter than any other girl he'd fucked, your thighs were soft, like fresh pizza dough. god, and the sounds you made. he loved hearing you moan, loved fucking you dumb and feeling you shake whenever he brought you to an orgasm. and you were too desperate, too foolish to realize how little he thought of you, to realize how stupid you looked going over to his place anytime he texted, like a dog answering to its owners every beck and call. " nngh! 's t-too much! " you whimpered, the pain from how harsh his thrusts were mixing in with the pleasure of being fucked, pornographic moans spilling from your lips. he snorted, shaking his head. " no 's not, you can take it. can't you? you always do, so perfect for me, my perfect little toy. " he grunted, one hand moving to press his thumb against your clit, rubbing slow circles on the nub as he kept his other hand pressed against the back of your knee.

" c'mon, just one more baby, one more. " he panted, coaxing you into your—what was it, third? fourth?—orgasm of the night. your back arched, stars shining behind your eyelids, a loud sob exiting you as your walls fluttered around him, slick dripping out around him as he continued to pound into you, fucking you through your high. he let out a groan every time your walls clenched around him, his movements growing sloppy and erratic as he grew close to finishing, getting more vocal as he moved his hand away from your clit, using both hands to push your knees harder against your chest, the stretch making your legs burn. tears flooded your eyes from overstimulation, hands gripping the sheets as you watched him through bleary lenses. " oh fuh-fuck! 'm gonna cum, gonna cum in this perfect pussy, oh fuck, fuck, fuck! mmngh! " his body shook as he plugged himself deep inside of you, balls twitching as strings of creamy, gooey seed began to pour into you, the feeling of it warm. there was so much of it that it started pouring and gushing out around him, dripping onto his balls, a small puddle of slick forming on the bed underneath the two of you as both of your mixed liquids dripped down onto the sheets.

he gave a few more shallow thrusts, focused on the utter bliss of his high for a minute or two before he pulled out, listening to the wet pop! that echoed out into the room. he let go of your legs, muttering to himself under his breath as he watched his cum leak out of your now empty, fluttering hole. " so fuckin' messy.. god, such a perfect pussy. best fuck ever. " he wrapped a hand around the base of his dick, pumping it a few times so he could watch as spurts of his seed covered your wet, glistening folds.

he didn't bother with aftercare when he plopped down onto the bed next to you, grabbing a few tissues from the box on his bedside table to wipe his dick off. all the while, you just laid there, staring at the ceiling, feeling unbelievably empty, and just as if not more upset than before. you knew it was only a matter of time before he threw your clothes back at you and told you to leave, like he usually did.

you wished he'd just ask you to stay for once. you wished he felt the same connection that you did, the same depraving need to be close to one another. that's when the sound of his voice made you jump out of your thoughts. you hadn't heard him at first, a hazy " huh? " leaving you. " i said get out, i have friends coming over in an hour 'nd i don't need you here anymore so.. you gotta go. " the words hurt, like they always did, the carelessness and detachment in his tone cutting deep, but you didn't let him see how badly it affected you. how badly he affected you. so all you did was nod and shuffle down towards the edge of the bed, not bothering to wipe yourself up as you reached down onto the ground to grab your clothes. it was the same cycle over and over again. come over, fuck, leave. repeat. but you never once complained, never whined or cried, not to him at-least. not in-front of him. your thoughts were a wreck as you slipped back into your outfit, stumbling towards the door with all your stuff in hand despite the weakness in your knees and the wobble in your step.

you didn't complain to him because you knew that he'd just ghost you if you asked him for anything more. you knew, that this was the only thing you'd get out of him. and despite how much it hurt, it'd hurt more to have none of him compared to only having some of him.

so you kept quiet. waited until you got back to your own dorm to let the cracks show, to let the tears fall down your face as you collapsed back against the door, the emptiness in your gut only growing stronger, ignoring the stickiness between your thighs, bringing your knees up to your chest as sobs wracked through your body. it hurt so badly, and yet the next time he texted you, asking you to come over? you found yourself dressing up nicely, doing your hair, and walking the path to his dorm. a path you knew by heart from how many times you'd followed it.

you wondered sometimes, if this was worth it. if the pain of being used was worth the warmth that blossomed inside of you when he spoke all sweetly once you were in his bed.

but all of those thoughts left your head when he touched you and kissed you like he loved you, like he needed you as much as you needed him. you were weak.

he had you wrapped around his finger, and every time those words of praise and meaningless affection fell from his lips whilst he was on top of you, you knew. you knew you'd never break out of this cycle.

not when he kicked you out of his dorm after treating you like a doll meant only for pleasure, not when he got rough in bed, not when he didn't reply to your texts.

because you loved him. and you were willing to look stupid and desperate if it meant feeling even an ounce of love in return. even if it was fake.

even when the only love he had was for your body. at-least he loved some part of you.

felicitywingz 2025 © do not reupload or plagiarize my work, do not feed my writing to any sort of ai, and remember to interact respectfully ! enjoy !

[felicitywingz]

cw : smut (mdni), a LOT of angst, overall dickhead energy, hurt w/ no comfort. wc : 2.1k

he loved you. that's what you told yourself when he called you over to his place just to fuck, or when he asked you to send him nudes. he even told you he loved you too! or, at-least, that's what he told your body when he was busy using it for his own pleasure.

you chose not to acknowledge how he never replied to your texts asking him how his day was, or if he was free or feeling up to hangout. he's just busy, that's what you convinced yourself of despite the fact that your messages were left on read, meaning he was just choosing not to reply.

you repeated it to yourself like a mantra, convinced yourself that this was love, that he was just not great at showing it, because the alternative was acknowledging the fact that he was simply using you for your body, and that was just too painful to think of.

especially when he spoke to you so sweetly every time he started kissing on your neck, hands slithering down your body in calculated movements, prying your thighs open all while he kissed you and whispered gentle nothings into your ear.

" shh.. shh, baby, you're doing so good f'me, yeah? " he cooed, breath warm against your skin as his lips brushed against it, tongue occasionally darting out to press flatly against your neck, as if tasting you.

you let out a quiet moan, your hands pressing against his firm chest, wandering down to his abs as his kisses and kitten licks wandered lower, and lower until his mouth hovered right above your breast, his hot breath making your nipple perk up, tongue slowly extending out to lick around it.

you let out a whimper, back arching just slightly, walls clenching around nothing already just from him kissing and licking your tits. " mnn.. "

" thaaat's it, c'mon, lemme hear those pretty sounds sweetheart. " sweetheart. the name made you melt, the damp spot on your cotton panties growing darker. did he mean it? when he spoke so sweetly to you, when he called you baby? his sweetheart? his pretty girl? you didn't have a lot of time to think about it when you felt him pinch your nipple.

a whine left your throat, goosebumps spreading across your skin as you looked down at him. he huffed. " tsk. eyes on me, this isn't the time to get lost in that pretty little head of yours. " you wanted to protest but before you could even think of something to say his mouth was back on your nipple, giving it a sharp tug with his teeth which elicited a sudden cry from your mouth. tears welled up in your eyes at the pain before you could even process it. you were such a crybaby, he thought. he cooed, almost condescendingly. " awww, are you cryin' baby? y'know.. nobody likes a crybaby, sweetheart. " you sniffled, eyelashes batting away the tears. god, stop crying, you're making a fool of yourself. that's what the voice in your head echoed, heart aching at his words. you focused your attention on the feeling of his lips, a whimper leaving you when his hips slotted between yours, one of his hands sliding down, down, down until it rested on your thigh, squishing the soft skin that was there.

he pressed his hips against yours, grinding the bulge in his sweats against you through the layers that separated the two of you. his fingers slithered from your thigh up to the waistband of your shorts, coaxing you to lift your hips up so he could peel them down. " c'mon, be a good girl, lift your hips. " the words made your clit throb, a needy and breathless moan leaving your throat as you lifted your hips. this was love, it had to be. why else would he be talking to you so sweetly? he needed you. that's what you were trying to convince yourself. he needed you just like you needed him, he just didn't know it yet. he just didn't know how to express it. that's what you told yourself, over and over and over until you had no choice but to believe it. you let him use you, let him push his cock into you, let him grope and knead every inch of skin on your body, all while refusing to acknowledge that nothing he did was out of love. he groaned, eyes squeezing shut as he thrusted shallowly, letting the tip of his dick press against your cervix a few times, hands keeping your legs open, your knees pressed against your chest, your hamstrings stinging from the stretch. " puh—nnmph!—please.. " you whined, eyes glazed over, pleasure blooming in your lower stomach while heartache continued to fester in your chest, your breath unsteady and shaky. he chuckled, low and dark. " please what? c'mon, be a big girl, use your words. " he didn't actually want you to talk though, he'd never cared much for conversation during sex, or at all, at-least with you that is. so when you opened your mouth to speak, he cut you off with a rough thrust, pulling half-way out before slamming back in, a wet squelch! filling the air. " poor baby, cat got your tongue? go ahead, try again, 's okay. " he hummed, but it wasn't soothing. it felt mean, felt humiliating. and yet you still tried, opening your mouth and just barely getting out a syllable of a word before he thrusted into you again. inside, he was grinning. this is exactly how he liked you, quiet, not doing anything besides making those pretty sounds that made his dick throb, letting him do whatever he wanted to you so long as he sweetened his tone and uttered a few meaningless pet names.

he didn't care about your feelings, didn't care about what you were interested, about your favorite movies or books, didn't care to know what your favorite flowers or most used shoes were, didn't care about what you ate or how your day went, all he wanted was your body. your perfect, squishy body.

your tits were perfect, big enough for him to squeeze and knead and suck on, your cunt was tighter than any other girl he'd fucked, your thighs were soft, like fresh pizza dough. god, and the sounds you made. he loved hearing you moan, loved fucking you dumb and feeling you shake whenever he brought you to an orgasm. and you were too desperate, too foolish to realize how little he thought of you, to realize how stupid you looked going over to his place anytime he texted, like a dog answering to its owners every beck and call. " nngh! 's t-too much! " you whimpered, the pain from how harsh his thrusts were mixing in with the pleasure of being fucked, pornographic moans spilling from your lips. he snorted, shaking his head. " no 's not, you can take it. can't you? you always do, so perfect for me, my perfect little toy. " he grunted, one hand moving to press his thumb against your clit, rubbing slow circles on the nub as he kept his other hand pressed against the back of your knee.

" c'mon, just one more baby, one more. " he panted, coaxing you into your—what was it, third? fourth?—orgasm of the night. your back arched, stars shining behind your eyelids, a loud sob exiting you as your walls fluttered around him, slick dripping out around him as he continued to pound into you, fucking you through your high. he let out a groan every time your walls clenched around him, his movements growing sloppy and erratic as he grew close to finishing, getting more vocal as he moved his hand away from your clit, using both hands to push your knees harder against your chest, the stretch making your legs burn. tears flooded your eyes from overstimulation, hands gripping the sheets as you watched him through bleary lenses. " oh fuh-fuck! 'm gonna cum, gonna cum in this perfect pussy, oh fuck, fuck, fuck! mmngh! " his body shook as he plugged himself deep inside of you, balls twitching as strings of creamy, gooey seed began to pour into you, the feeling of it warm. there was so much of it that it started pouring and gushing out around him, dripping onto his balls, a small puddle of slick forming on the bed underneath the two of you as both of your mixed liquids dripped down onto the sheets.

he gave a few more shallow thrusts, focused on the utter bliss of his high for a minute or two before he pulled out, listening to the wet pop! that echoed out into the room. he let go of your legs, muttering to himself under his breath as he watched his cum leak out of your now empty, fluttering hole. " so fuckin' messy.. god, such a perfect pussy. best fuck ever. " he wrapped a hand around the base of his dick, pumping it a few times so he could watch as spurts of his seed covered your wet, glistening folds.

he didn't bother with aftercare when he plopped down onto the bed next to you, grabbing a few tissues from the box on his bedside table to wipe his dick off. all the while, you just laid there, staring at the ceiling, feeling unbelievably empty, and just as if not more upset than before. you knew it was only a matter of time before he threw your clothes back at you and told you to leave, like he usually did.

you wished he'd just ask you to stay for once. you wished he felt the same connection that you did, the same depraving need to be close to one another. that's when the sound of his voice made you jump out of your thoughts. you hadn't heard him at first, a hazy " huh? " leaving you. " i said get out, i have friends coming over in an hour 'nd i don't need you here anymore so.. you gotta go. " the words hurt, like they always did, the carelessness and detachment in his tone cutting deep, but you didn't let him see how badly it affected you. how badly he affected you. so all you did was nod and shuffle down towards the edge of the bed, not bothering to wipe yourself up as you reached down onto the ground to grab your clothes. it was the same cycle over and over again. come over, fuck, leave. repeat. but you never once complained, never whined or cried, not to him at-least. not in-front of him. your thoughts were a wreck as you slipped back into your outfit, stumbling towards the door with all your stuff in hand despite the weakness in your knees and the wobble in your step.

you didn't complain to him because you knew that he'd just ghost you if you asked him for anything more. you knew, that this was the only thing you'd get out of him. and despite how much it hurt, it'd hurt more to have none of him compared to only having some of him.

so you kept quiet. waited until you got back to your own dorm to let the cracks show, to let the tears fall down your face as you collapsed back against the door, the emptiness in your gut only growing stronger, ignoring the stickiness between your thighs, bringing your knees up to your chest as sobs wracked through your body. it hurt so badly, and yet the next time he texted you, asking you to come over? you found yourself dressing up nicely, doing your hair, and walking the path to his dorm. a path you knew by heart from how many times you'd followed it.

you wondered sometimes, if this was worth it. if the pain of being used was worth the warmth that blossomed inside of you when he spoke all sweetly once you were in his bed.

but all of those thoughts left your head when he touched you and kissed you like he loved you, like he needed you as much as you needed him. you were weak.

he had you wrapped around his finger, and every time those words of praise and meaningless affection fell from his lips whilst he was on top of you, you knew. you knew you'd never break out of this cycle.

not when he kicked you out of his dorm after treating you like a doll meant only for pleasure, not when he got rough in bed, not when he didn't reply to your texts.

because you loved him. and you were willing to look stupid and desperate if it meant feeling even an ounce of love in return. even if it was fake.

even when the only love he had was for your body. at-least he loved some part of you.

felicitywingz 2025 © do not reupload or plagiarize my work, do not feed my writing to any sort of ai, and remember to interact respectfully ! enjoy !

[felicitywingz]

OH MY GODDDDDD!!!!!!

My goodness I have been checking ur blog for the past 2 months religiously but I hope that you are ok

I rlly missed youuu <3

OMG thank you so much !! i'm back and working on a few different things right now, new drabbles and fanfics and such should be out SOON!! before march there should be at-least ONE out if not two i'm doing good and i'm here to stay since i've sort of figured out most of the things that had kept me busy and too distracted to write 💗💗 working on smth short rn.. really hope y'all enjoy it

[felicitywingz]

Omg I was so excited when I got a notification that you posted😭 after reading your update on what's been going on im so glad your okay and hope everything keeps going good for you🙂‍↕️ even more excited for the pt 2 of the sukuna😭

this is SO sweet, omg i didn't know anyone would get excited if i posted since i've been gone for so long 😭 tysm anon i love you, part 2 of sukuna will be DELECTABLE.. truusssttt.. still screw tumblrs mobile app for posting the draft instead of SAVING IT !!!!

[felicitywingz]

I could have sworn I just read part 2….. but i also noticed the middle the cutoff lmfao

heyy.. so about that.. ha.. haha.. uhhmm, i made the bad mistake of trying to save a draft on my phone and tumblr decided to post it instead ! it's not done, it's like, 60% finished and i js started re-focusing on writing recently ! if you saw the draft of part 2.. no you didnt. .. . 😭💔 though i guess i should use this as a quick explaination for the 2-3 month absence!! the last time i posted i had developed a fever which lasted for like a week and a half so i kind of forgot to continue writing during that, then a lot of stuff happened with my personal life and i was diagnosed with bpd in january and so i've been trying to pull together money for dbt therapy, nonetheless, i was PLANNING on addressing my absence AFTER i posted the finished version of part 2 but tumblr has clearly forced my hand here so i figure i might just address it now so sorry to everybody that i promised a quick part 2, those promises did NOT age well.. i am working on it though i've just been very caught up with life these last 3-ish months

[felicitywingz]

hi guys !! so about that update, im writing this with one hand because i physically xannot write with the other, my right hand has 2nd degree burns and so does my left arm because i spilt boiling hot water on myself by accident !! so there will be a pause in me writing up that story until i can use my right fingers without them dying !! sorry y'all for the inconvenience 😭

edit ; im also sick i have 4 blankerts onnand still feel cold FUCK this day

edit #2 : turns out i have the flu and a sinus infection

[felicitywingz]

HI GUYS !! pt 2 of sukuna is still being worked on, sorry about that, i've been really busy recently. i caught a minor cold near thanksgiving and i went to a show last night and experienced my first ever moshpit AND drag show ALL IN ONE, it was so exciting, and today i learnt a little bit of piano when i went with my friend to get her guitar fixed, pt 2 WILL be coming out yes i've just been really busy recently hope you all had a wonderful thanksgiving, a lot of birthdays are coming up soon for me so I'll try to finish the fic before then, love y'all !! 💗

[felicitywingz]

What do you meaaaan there's people justifying infidelity? On a girl that just had a baby? Like wtf i bet those are the same ones that take pride on being the side piece. As a cheated on one, it's disgusting guys. Know your worth as a person, have some fucking morals/decency. If you feel that your partner is not "enough" you can actually break up and free them from your sorry ass. There's no excuse for being a cheater and a liar.

And no girls, when the fucker talks badly about his partner he is projecting or lying to get in your pants.

Sorry i get triggered with this topic, i stills love that work tho haha here for the angst.

yeah no, i got a comment or two by a lady on one of my fics saying something like " well i wouldnt expect my man to stay if i couldn't satisfy his needs " and it just definitely threw me off cause my page is NOT a safe place to say shit like that at all infidelity and cheating is deadass like 99% of the time never justifiable ever, needs or not, childbirth can literally KILL a woman so.. yeah, no, i dont give a fuck if your wife who just gave birth a few months ago hasn't fucked you or "satisfied your needs", that's absolutely NO reason to cheat on her

[felicitywingz]

omg i finished reading your sukuna and satoru cheating fics which i didn't realize were both from u at first lol, but they're so soo good they reminded me that there are actually pos out there that cheat on their wives and ruin years of marriage over flings that last a few months at most ✌️ js thinking abt it rlly grinds my gears. but anyways i rlly wanted to say i love both of your fics sm !! i can't wait for pt. 2 of the sukuna one <33 (sukuna better get his ass humbled istg)

thank you for the support !!! i've been trying to work on pt 2 of sukuna and all that, but thanksgiving was busy and i'm like pretty sure i caught a cold so it's definitely gonna take a little longer to come out, not to mention i like.. am kinda stumped on what i'm supposed to do with reader i'm still pretty new to posting my writing and like making fanfics and all so it's hard to figure out how to make it seem less rushed and such 😭

[felicitywingz]

I read your fic, the one in which Satoru cheats on his wife with his assistant who he can't apparently say 'no' to. And immediately had to clock in your profile to know if you're the typpa writer who writes forgiving their cheating partner because well ..reasons is okay. But thank goodness, thank you! I hate writers who write that shit.

Once a cheater always a cheater and nope don't believe in second chances in these situations never ever.

the only times i'd ever write something like that is if it's self-indulgent or if it's a fic with a specifically toxic / manipulative cycle, but otherwise, i'm not a fan of writing about forgiving cheaters cuz i totally agree w the once a cheater always a cheater thing i don't judge people who do write that stuff cause y'know, you do you with your own blog and stuff, but personally i'm just not a big fan of that stuff lol

[felicitywingz]

No because what kind of brain dead thinking is that 😮‍💨 Of course she's not taking care of "his" needs, she just had a baby. People like that are so annoying and should never be parents especially men. Doctors say you recover in like what, around 6 weeks to 2/3 months? But dumbasses don't understand everyone is different. Some women recover within that time frame but others may take longer, not even taking post partum depression and other health issues into account. Then the men have the audacity to get mad and cheat because yOu WeReN't TaKiNg CaRe Of My NeEdS. They love to compare the mother of their child to others. "My mom, my sister, my great grandma's great great grandma's third aunt recovered faster than that. She had 12 children and she had the house spotless and had a buffet ready for dinner the next day after delivery." Stfu 🤡🙄 It's disgusting. Women with men like that are singled married women because the husband will not help around at all. Sorry for the rant but it really pisses me off 😭 Not only is it heartbreaking but they're always blaming the women never the men.

its ok anon that shit pisses me off too, the idea that a man will only stay if a woman is constantly serving him and that he has the right to leave when she's not breaking her back to cater to his every need is ACTUALLY horrendous my grandma will NEVER catch me having six kids like she did, absolutely not, i WILL be breaking the cycle ✌️

[felicitywingz]

hi guys quick reminder to NOT interact with my work if you believe it's okay for a man to cheat on his wife just because she's not "taking care of his needs" this is NOT a safe place for people who believe in that sort of ideology nor is it a safe place for people who have that mindset, you WILL be blocked if you comment shit like that on my posts or if i find out that's the kind of stuff you believe in, thank you and have a nice day