✧ ｗｉｔｈ ｇｏｄ ａｓ ｍｙ ｗｉｔｎｅｓｓ

thinking abt touya being so well fed on your pussy that he starts thinking maybe a baby wouldn’t be that bad. “you want me to fill ya up, hah? give you a baby so you’re walking around here full of me? you’d like that wouldn’t you, you lil slut?” he’d say as he pumps in & out of you at unfathomable speeds, tip tapping your uterus. “wanna trap me so i’m the only one fucking this sweet cunt.”

dabi’s the type to fake cry abt his scars to get you to kiss him

dabi’s the type to stop fucking you just to mock your moans

dabi’s the type to hunt down ur ex after you complained abt them once

dabi 100% listens to paramore specifically all i wanted & liar

imagine fighting over his need for revenge just to fuck it out later

katsuki’s most listened song being OMG by newjeans

katsuki the type to full-on threaten to blow you up if you mess up while cooking with him (jokingly or not)

dad!katsuki the type to ruin his kid’s sandcastle just to laugh in their face after

katsuki the type to fart in your face while play wrestling

katsuki the type to throat fuck you when you complain of a sore throat

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.· * ✵ ˚ : ·

* ˚ ✶

desire feels like a flicker on the tongue. with just a utterance of the word - u get a small taste into how it what it means to feel, need, reach ecstasy. you get an image in your head of everything youve ever dreamt of, yearned for, touched yourself to. i believe sexuality is one of the greatest human experiences. one that is truly deeply intrinsic to us and that it is what we should be spending our years psychoanalyzing over and over and over again and over and over and over

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☆ ： ☆

╭──➭ :tonight’s theme )) oh, mon amour

│ ⁃⁃ comme la vague irrésolue je vais je vais et je viens ❞

╰────────────╮🦉🦉🦉

- ,, ｌｉｆｅ ｏｒ ｄｅａｔｈ， ｌｏｖｅ ｏｒ ｈａｔｅ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 “𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵” 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭

⌦ .｡.:*♡

you grimaced as the nurse finished wrapping the bandage around your arm. who knew such a minuscule injury would result in you having to spend the night in the nurse’s office.

rubbing your eyes with tiredness, you turned to sleep as the nurse left with a bang of the door.

“fuck.” you recognized that scruffy voice anywhere. quickly getting up to verify, you slid the curtains to your bed revealing a bandaged Ghost.

“youre fucking kidding me.” simon fucking riley the one guy you couldn’t get along with on the team.

“lovely to see ya too, sweetheart.”

“what the fuck are you doing here?”

he held his hand up, “someone knock their head too?” a mission gone wrong. you had forgotten to clear every room in the house resulting in not one but two men getting the jump on you and ghost.

“right. you gonna scold me about that too?”

“hell fucking yeah.” he scoffed. “i’ve met children better at this job than you. bloody lucky you have gotten the boot yet.”

“everyone seems to agree with you on that one.” a few moments passed between you as you both kept eye contact.

“i could give two fucks,” he began, the energy in the room seemed to shift. “you almost died and I’ll be damned if I let that happen.” you stared as he made his way over to your bed, towering over you.

“then show me you care.” your mouths immediately smashed into eachother as if you both had been waiting for this moment forever. it was almost as if a fire had started in your mind that had been waiting to be stoked.

both your clothes came off like honey, simon taking his time to kiss every bit and piece of you as if he wished to imprint it in his mind forever.

“want me to eat this pretty little cunt, yeah?” you whimpered for him, hips lifting towards his mouth. “that’s too bloody bad then.” he chuckled as he immediately slid inside you without prep.

it was like you were seeing stars - his huge length accompanied by the zero prep stunned you. it was like your body was a song and his fingers already knew all the notes. his rhythm, in up out, was something you never knew you needed but now you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without.

“fu-fuck you,”

“mm, love to.” he continued his assault as he pumped into your hips with force. you refused. you refused to show the fucker he actually was fucking you good.

“ill fuck you out, love.” he smirked, “maybe fuck some sense in ya, hah?” you weren’t gonna last.

Broooo T4t Denali fic? He’s my comfort character for sureeeeeeee

you both had been friends since first year thus you got to watch his journey first hand

from the patchy hair dye to the awkward alt phase, you were there with him through it all

so when you finally came out yourself he was more than comforting

you sat in the class 3A common room. it was dark and everyone had gone to sleep but you? you couldn’t get a wink in. plus you had something on ur mind that had been bothering you.

“yo, y/n?” the sparky make appeared from the dark hallway, quickly making his way to the couch you were on. “why are you here? are you good?”

at first you were silent debating even bringing up the topic. “i have something to tell you, denki.”

“wassup?” he mumbled timidly, slowly sinking into the cushion next to you.

“i’m trans.”

“your trans.” you both said in sync.

“wha-how’d-“

“babe,” he placed a hand on your arm. “we all do.”

you cutting his hair when it gets too long and doing his t shots for him

u both exchanging clothes from when u were both pre-t/pre-e

both ur favorite halloween movie being wendell & wild

class 3a raising money for both your surgeries

eventually once his voice dropped, he saw bottom growth among other things and the immediate thing he did was sent u nudes

denki

3 attachments 2:43 am

denki

can’t wait for you to fuck me good, babe 2:44 am

him begging for u to fuck his lil cunt and u gladly doing so

know that if u follow me i’m lurking and stalking when u least expect it

☞𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐫𝐞

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴; will schofield

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; angst, war trauma, ptsd, arguments, smut included

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“ˢᵒᵐᵉᵈᵃʸ ᵈᵃʳˡⁱⁿᵍ, ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ

ⁿᵉᵃʳᵉʳ ᵒʳ ᶠᵃʳ

ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᵈᵉᵃʳ

ʷʰᵉʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ,”

The soft summer breeze sifted around your bare legs as you sat in your backyard. It was the beginning of April and you could already see the summer pink blossoms on the trees. Thus marking today the perfect day to have a barbecue. You & Will’s friends; Amy and Booker - whom he had met in the war - to spend the day with you.

“Oh, look at those clouds.” Booker exclaimed, hand equipped with a charred spatula flicking up towards those sky.

“Yes, they always look so beautiful this time of year.” Amy calmly noted as she sat in the lawn chair next to yours with a glass of lemonade in hand, handing you one as well.

“You tend to find yourself looking up a lot,” Booker murmured, eyes wandering a bit. A habit you often found your own William doing. A mindless habit, one you probably would never notice if you weren’t aware of what the two young men had been through. Booker never seemed to finish his sentence as Will walked out the house with a case of beers.

You stared at your fiancé’s back as he set the case on the table which also held various buns, condiments and drink for your little get together. It had been your idea at first, enlisting your neighbor and long time friend Amy who then convinced her husband for the barbecue. You had known Amy for years, originally growing up together then being there for each other as you both watched those you loved walk in to battle, some never returning.

But Will did, and you couldn’t wish for anything else. Every day spent waiting in the living room for that knock at the door, every night staying awake with the thought of his face - it eventually turning blurred and scarred behind your eyelids.

Yet even when he had came back, you felt some part you loved of him had been left and not to be returned. Forever lost on that battlefield with the remains of the war and other lost soldiers never to return to their families. And you hated to say it but you missed it. You missed when he would happily kiss your forehead, not grimace at the sight of your eye contact. You missed him yet there he stood.

Which is what he had done often since he had returned. He stood with a odd sense of uncertainty, that of a ex-soldier that was waiting to be ordered to return to the battlefield. His back - that he rarely let you caress anymore - seemed to shake with tension. You lowered your eyes as your heart ached, mind trailing back to the multiple arguments you both had had on the subject of his return. Where you would scream for him to just look at you again, with that look he once held of you. That look that held so much love and not sadness. Where he would just stare at you before leaving the house, not returning for hours. Your heart yearned for a man that had been lost amidst bullet showers and smoky fire.

As the soft jazz continued, suddenly Amy jumped up in excitement. The unexpected noise from the chair snapping shut undoubtedly causing the rigid tremor in Will’s throat. “Oh, I adore this song!” She sang, putting her finished cup on the side table.

“Yes, we know dear.”

“Mm, dance with me, Book.” She muttered as she kicked off her peach heels. You smiled at the image of your friends.

“Darling, I’ve gotta tend to the food.” He sang in the same tune. He seemed he didn’t mean his words though as Amy’s hand would later replace the spatula. They would enter a rehearsed routine to the jazz number. Their bodies seemed to melt into tune with each other as if they were made for one and other. You stood from the chair softly, smile still tight as you silently cheered on your friends.

In an effort to show your admiration to your fiancé, you turned to where he had just stood yet the yard was barren. This instantly took the smile from your face replacing it with worry. Had he gone again? Not to be seen for hours?

Leaving the jazz and laughter behind, you walked into the eerily silent house. It was empty save for your dog which you had gotten to keep you company all those years. You started with the entryway then the kitchen yet no sign of Will. Finally hearing a soft thump from the floor above you, you began your way upstairs to the bedroom where he awaited.

“William?” You whispered, slowly moving the door open with your fingers.

“Y-yes, I’m here.” He responded from within.

Your feet hesitantly trailed inside, eyes uncertain of what it may see. He sat with his back to you, crouched over attending to something on the floor.

“Are you oka-“

“I just needed a moment, is all.” He quickly shut you off.

Silence befell you both as the soft pangs from the vibrations of the music outside sounded throughout the room. Whenever he was like this you had zero idea how to comfort him. It was like he was a rose, beautiful but hurt to touch. Moments would pass before either of you would speak again.

You stood in place in front of the door as Will rose from the bed, car keys in hand. You starred at his clenched fist as he crossed the room to retrieve his jacket.

“Where are you going?” Seemingly not hearing your question, Will continued stopping in front of you, waiting for you to clear his path.

“Will,”

“I need to go.” He refused to make eye contact with you.

“William, please.”

“Move.” He muttered.

You didn’t speak. You had never seen him like this. His hands clenched tight, arms rigid and unmoving. It scared you for he was almost unrecognizable.

The next moments would go by in a flash. Will would slam the keys on the stand next to you, turning his back to you. You jumped backwards at the speed of his movements. His back seemed to rise and fall abnormally like he was out of breath. He moved across from you, resting his hands on the dresser that stood on the opposite wall.

Despite every bone in your body telling you to leave him, you stayed. You slowly began to move his timid breathing. You now stood behind him, hands hesitantly moving up his back but not touching it out of fear. “Will?” You murmured, finally trailing his muscles. “Baby?”

His back jumped at your touch before slowly relaxing. You felt it vibrate under your fingertips as he seemed to speak. “Hmm?”

It was then he would turn around, eyes slowly trailing up your form to meet with yours. They seemed to scream at you yet he stood perfectly still inches in front of you. Both your bodies pulled towards each other in a almost mindless motion.

Your hands carefully rose up to cup his face bringing towards yours. You both would envelope into a small kiss as if you both were slowly testing a invisible waters within each other. Slowly backing up towards the bed, you both helped the other undress.

Your fingers would make a symphony of his scars as you caressed his chest. He touched you as if you had blossomed into something new, marking words into your flesh to be revised later. You knew he’d come back yet he showed you he had never left. He showed you he had never truly left, that his touch had resided on you, his words traced your being.

He may have been through death itself yet you loved the man who walked out of it. And his touch assured you that you’d find him, wherever he was.

ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ;

deku

twenty minutes; you guys hadn’t even been going at it for that long… [nsfw]

shoto

getting late; you looked up with curiosity and interest. It was currently 1:30 am… [nsfw]

novalunosis; The room was filled ceiling to wood flooring with sweating heads and drunken movements... [sfw]

we’re not getting married; “we are not getting married!” you exclaimed… [sfw] [pt. 2]

shoto’s search history; [pt. 2]

lovestruck shoto;

headcanons;

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | pt. 6 | pt.7 | pt.8 | pt.9 | pt .10

dabi

give me the pistol; you didn’t want to do it anymore. the goodbyes… [nsfw]

him filling you up;

headcanons;

pt.1 | pt. 2

bakugo

with god as my witness; kiri told me i should write this and i thought it’d be a good idea… [sfw]

katsuki’s confession;

headcanons;

pt. 1 | pt. 2

denki

headcanons;

pt.1 | pt.2

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ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ;

neteyam

let me go; the clan would be lying if they said you were the ideal mate for the future Olo'eyktan... [sfw]

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1917;

will schofield

wherever you are; the soft summer breeze sifted around your bare legs as you sat in your backyard... [nsfw]

CALL OF DUTY;

simon “ghost” riley

life or death, love or hate; you grimaced as the nurse finished wrapping the bandage around your arm... [nsfw]

is that the best you can do; “is that the best you can do?” simon asked… [nsfw]

headcanons;

pt.1 | pt.2

VIKINGS;

ivar the boneless

troublesome; you sat in the main hall as everyone finished celebrating… [nsfw]

Sometimes you need to read something twice to get it. You might need to watch a movie three times to understand it. You might have to have that album on repeat for a week until the lyrics make any sense. You're allowed to engage with it and can keep engaging with it until it means something to you. People will see a painting at a museum and laugh about not getting what the big deal is but like you can come back, you can see it at another time, and maybe that next time it'll be different for you. I'm of the belief the "media literacy crisis" would solve itself if more people just sat down and did it again. Watched, read, played, listened, etc like I don't think people are getting more ignorant necessarily I just think we're not glorifying personally replaying things nearly as much as we should be.