Minors Dni - Blog Posts

Just a rule of thumb

If you're blocked don't make a new account just to follow again.

It's unsettling and frankly pisses me off.

Especially when it's a minor. I'm not your mom or friend. Stop it.

I'm dead serious. I will report you and any other account you have, for harassment.

Gonna say it again...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Gonna say it again...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Listen, I didn't expect I would have to make a post about this because it says in my profile "Minors DNI".

I am a 30 year old person. I am an adult. I do not feel comfortable nor do I want to be interacting with minors.

Anyone under 18 please understand this. It's not just an age gap thing btw it's also a safety thing for me, because I don't want to get in trouble for you (minors) interacting with my content. I'm not your babysitter, I'm not your friend.

Do not send me asks, do not dm me.

And if it wasn't already evident DNI means DO NOT INTERACT.

Thank you.

Hi! I'm Nataniel! Feel free to know more about me !

19 yrs old.

He/him ; she/her with women.

Peruvian.

Eng/Esp.

My blog is a safe space for people from different cultures, ethnicities, genders, neurodivergencies, romantic and sexual orientations and more!

Nazis and fascists scumbags OUT, transphobes, pedos, maps, misogynistic idiots and such are NOT welcome.

I worship woman from hours on end, I truly believe they are better than anyone else and it shows in my works.

Any character that is canonically a bad person will not receive good treatment here. Request it but don't expect any fluff or shit.

Requests are always open!

•°. Limits .°•

Minors do not interact

... Beware.

I write sweet content, fluff, headcanons, situations, agre regression (not ageplay), comfort and more!

I write mature content: smut, angst, death, abuse, violence, mental health ; everything tagged with warnings beforehand.

I handle topics like abuse (mental, emotional, physical, sexual), mental health and violence with extreme care, I do not romanticize and never blame the victims of these situations/crimes, as a victim myself I understand and just wish to portray real situations and the aftermaths of these in artworks that intend to show the way the mind works from my understanding.

I do not write content such as ageplay, incest, trauma kinks. But I do interact with such content from time to time, so be aware of it.

I do not write and/or interact with content that portrays illegal fetishes that imply animals, children, abuse, or such. I am against the romanticism of illegal content and will block everyone who interacts with it.

As I said, every topic regarding abuse and violence are handled from the view of fighting against it and the effects it has in mental health, never to fantasize in sexual ways or in a predatory way, so no comments about it being fetishist will be tolerated.

Would you like to read my content?

Check out my masterlist 🪬

See ya 💋🪬

Shut down the world and open your mind...

Can you feel it?

Nataniel Kovack

He/him ; she/her with women only.

19 years old

10-02-06 ; 10:30 am

Aquarius

Baby witch

Intuition guides me

Hi! My name is Natan. I'm Peruvian, left side feminist that truly believes women are better. I talk english and Spanish. I'm gonna be writing concepts, one shots, headcanons and more! Feel totally free to add requests, but make sure to read my limits first.

Minors DNI DNF ; tw for sensitive content always!

I'm genderfluid (fem +) and I do not tolerate any kind of bad behaviors. I will always stand with women so don't even dare disrespect them in my blog or ever.

I do not tolerate any actions of transphobia, homophobia, hate towards women, glorification of abuse, romanticized crimes (pedophilia, zoophilia, abuse.) And I do not tolerate proshippers, have some manners and behave here. Everyone who doesn't will get blocked.

Thanks for reading!

An Unexpected Guest

My first request, fulfilled! Thanks for trusting me with this smut drabble 💚 I hope this is what you were looking for!

WC: 1,220

Blood play, slight hand kink, explicit smut, rough sex, MDNI, Kick-Ass, Dave Lizewski

You’ve sat so long that the bathwater has become tepid, shivering as you towel off. It’s freezing out. Snow is falling in swaths, a chill pricking your skin in spite of the space heater at your feet. This is the fourth night in a row you’ve sat pretty at the edge of your bed, applying lotion to your legs in long, silky strokes in front of your window. Although your apartment sits nestled at a thick line of trees, you’ve had this feeling, this inexplicable thought in the back of your mind that someone is watching you. For this reason, you’ve left the window cracked some tonight. You told yourself it’s just to let some fresh air in. But with the bite in the air, you know the truth.

This is an invitation. 

You let your hair down to dry, exposing yourself fully from beneath your towel, the dim light of a lamp casting shadows across your form. Something moves outside. Tension tugs at your chest. 

“I know you’re out there,” your voice calls out into the room. 

You think for a moment that you’ve imagined it. That you’re simply hoping that someone is there to save you from this painfully dry spell you’ve been experiencing. Until a green-clad hand, tentative and slow, reaches to push your window fully open from out in the dark. Your heart pounds in your chest, pulsing through your extremities. 

A grin overtakes your face as a man steps through, “You’re that hero I keep hearing about,”

Dave nervously wipes the blood from his hands onto his pants, unsure of what to do now that he’s taken the leap and revealed himself to you. It wasn’t supposed to get this out of hand. He was patrolling the area a few nights prior, much as he usually does, when you just so happened to catch his eye. You’d left your curtains open as you dried off from your bath. He was transfixed from the very second he saw you. The way you glowed in the half-light of your room, body glistening, how that toy you pulled from your drawer slipped between your legs. He was pretty sure that watching you like this made him some sort of pervert, but with the way you locked your eyes onto where he was hidden in the trees, he thought that maybe you were hoping he was there. After three more nights of the same routine, he was proven right. 

“The way you say it makes me sound famous or something,” his voice holds a shaky chuckle, some cute little warble that has you ready to devour him. 

“So what are you doing watching me? Didn’t wanna come say hello?”

He gulps audibly, clenches his hands into fists, “I, uh.. I was just patrolling this area,” he clears his throat, “I wasn’t planning on coming in,”

Your gaze travels his body, at the blood that mars his suit, soaked into the material and still dripping from his fingertips. 

“Looks like you’ve had an eventful night,” you purr, “Need some stress relief?”

There’s no way this is actually happening to him. 

Things like this don’t happen to him. 

Girls like you don’t talk to him.

He nods, and you spread your legs, open yourself up with a hither of your finger. Without so much as a second thought, he stumbles to your bed, already throbbing through his suit. He drags his palms up your legs, blood spreading like the red-hot heat that stirs within him, primal and raw, arousal coursing through his veins. Unsheathing himself from his clothing, his length springs free. Fuck, he’s big. You wonder for a second if he’s even going to fit.

“I just.. You meant have sex, right?” His cock jumps when you nod your head, tilting your pelvis to receive him. 

He curses under his breath, slips himself inside of the scorching wetness of your cunt. The air is knocked from his lungs as he adjusts to how tight you are, the way you’re squeezing him, how your brows tilt in rapture at the feeling of being so full. He trembles atop you, and you guide his still-bloody hand to the hardened peak at your center, encouraging him to work you there. With a stuttered inhale and sloppy, untimed thrusts, he rubs your clit in circles, his voice climbing as you become a vice-like grip around his cock. 

“Oh, f-fuck, that feels good,” he groans, crooning and broken from his chest. 

“Give it to me,” you rasp, “C’mon, be more rough with me,”

He captures his lower lip between his teeth, marvels at how his dick returns to him slicker than before, your arousal coating him down to the hilt. Dave thrusts into you harder, delves into you with deep, long strokes, the tip of his cock nudging against the ledge within you. He isn’t sure how much more he can take before he comes undone, but he obliges you nonetheless, wraps your pretty throat in his strong, deft hand and gives you a firm squeeze. 

“Just like that! Ahh—fuck!” You moan, something long and drawn out that scoops from your chest to your head, your pupils blown-out and legs shaking.

“You like it when I fuck you?” He grits through his teeth, “Hmm? You gonna cum on my cock for me?”

He pushes his thumb into your mouth, and you suck it, laving your tongue across the pad and relishing in the metallic tang which lingers there, humming in agreement. It’s all so fucking filthy, and you want more. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he feels you unravel, the gush of your orgasm slicking down his cock. You rock against him, his index finger pressing into your clit to draw out every last bit of pleasure from this pliant little pussy of yours. 

Your hero leans in closer to you, “I’ve cum in my hand so many times thinking of you doing this,” he pants into your ear, “God, you’re so much hotter up close when you get off,”

Head full of cotton and all other thoughts thoroughly fucked out of you, your legs wrap around his waist, caging him in.

“Cum in my pussy,” you mewl, still twitching around him.

His hands grope at your breasts, your hips, your ass, taking greedy grasps of you as if you’ll soon disappear. 

He bucks into you ruthlessly, his face buried into the crook of your neck as he attempts to stifle the needy whines and whimpers that you pull from his throat so effortlessly.

“Nngh, you feel so good. Feels so fucking good, I-I’m gonna.. I'm cumming,” The lilt at the end of his sentence has you clenching him further, milking his cock until rivets of thick, hot release splatter into your walls. 

You’re both gasping, euphoria rippling through your bodies, the pulsing of his cock and the messy, ruined noises he’s making are causing you to see colors flash behind your eyelids. You tremble there below him, quivering with a second climax you hadn’t expected to transpire just from feeling his cum pour into your cunt. 

“Hope you’ve got as much stamina as I do,” he nips at your neck, already hardening once more, “‘Cause I’m not done with you yet,”

Do you ever rlly wanna say “fuck you, minors dni does nothing, I still read it” to someone but you just KNOW your in the wrong abt it and that you’re BARELY A MINOR SO WHY TF ARE YOU SO ANGY ABOUT IT????

Hehe this is a *reblog*

So apparently some people new to Tumblr think a repost and a reblog are the same thing, so when they see creators asking for people to not repost, they're thinking the creators are saying to not reblog 😭

Y'all, a repost is when you copy/download the work and create a new post using the work making it seem as if it's yours. A reblog is you using a site provided feature to share the creator's post directly from the creator so that it's still credited to them and they still get all of the traction/notes from the work.

Please, reblog fics/art/etc. that you enjoy! Reblogging is not reposting! Creatives need support too, and reblogging is a way to do that!