Latest Posts by ias2xoo - Page 3
shoto: would you still love me even if I turned into a worm?
you: *busts out laughing*
shoto: im serious.
dad! shoto secretly having a fav child and hating himself for it
shoto’s top artists being faye webster, bjork and twice
adult! shoto fucking another girl when yall break up only to think abt how much he misses your pussy
adult! shoto constantly being compared to taehyung of bts
adult! shoto’s twitter alt’s likes being leaked to be filled of porn of you & him
shoto unironically getting annoyed at people who jokingly flirt with him
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
shoto the type to wait till sum1 leave the room to start running his mouth about their outfit
dad! shoto the type to sleep with the kids at any minor argument just to further annoy you
shoto the type to speedrun the enderdragon in under 3 hours
shoto the type to pretend to be dead in order to avoid sum1
shoto the type to cry during the class 1-A’s Big Hero 6 viewing
adult! shoto the type to thank you for the meal before going down on you
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]
#*^ mdni ,, send requests! <3 ,, m.list …
keora (they), 19 ♍︎
this blog stands with 🇵🇸🇱🇧🇨🇩 & 🇸🇩 ♡
currently writing for mha and maybe sinners
╭──➭ :tonight’s theme )) ..i love you the best
❥ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ ｌａｔｅ
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙩
𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤 & 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙤𝙣𝙚
˚ ｡⋆ ♡˚ ⋆｡˚
you looked up with curiosity and interest. It was currently 1:30 am and the moon seemed to dance throughout your room in the attic. It was pleasant and it was beautiful. Almost to the likes of the man whom stood in front of you.
his beauty was of a thousand moons and you were just a star lucky enough to share the same galaxy. You wanted to explore all that he was; caress every individual blemish and scar that every dared to deface such a beautiful canvas. You were like an artist and he was your Dorian Gray. And when he looked at you, your heart screamed. It screamed for his love, for his touch.
instead his scarred hands would then travel down to undo his belt as you continued to marvel from your spot on the queen bed. Slowly your hands would go up to take off his black turtleneck, fingertips caressing the muscle that toned his abdomen. Once his shirt was fully off, you would gaze upon his upper body. Your hand would unconsciously go to touch the new scar that was still purple on his left side. It was beautiful. You shifted as you went up to plant a kiss on it as he exhaled forcefully.
you loved every part of him. Every part that touched you, every part that complimented you, every part that loved you even if he had a funny way of loving you. But your hips had missed his and thus he moved to take your skinny jeans off. Hands fumbling with the tightest of the material around your plump skin. You smiled softly at how he handled you.
eventually you both were unclothed in the dark room, the only light trickling in lightly to reveal he had moved from the side to the end of the bed. He would lift you and put you down in the middle of the bed. The moon seemed to agree with you as it had reflected in just right onto his face and chest. You gazed in awe.
your heart seemed to palpitate as he wrapped his palms around ankles, his eyes concealed by his crimson & ivory locks. He started off slow, first trailing up your legs, laying various kisses. Once he had reached your inner thigh he stopped which scared you.
opening your eyes you looked down immediately meeting his gaze. He stared at you in silence, it was the first time he had made eye contact with you since he walked in your apartment door.
“watch.” So you watched as he licked his two fingers before pushing them into your warmth. You whined, hips pushing into his hand as he pumped once only for him to stop again. His eyebrow quirked upwards with confusion. You quickly flickered your eyes back downwards.
his tongue would then emerge into the arena. His lips planting kissing all throughout yours. You moaned his name, hand going up to grip his hair as he quickened his pumps.
closing in on your climax, your legs wrapped around his body. “Sho,” You whimpered.
“i know, my love.” He pulled his hand out only to replace it with it with his member, whispering into your ear. He lacked his previous temperament though cause he proceed to pump into you with such velocity that the bed cracked.
you moaned into his shoulder, hands scratching his back in ecstasy. He never touched you like this. Held you like you would be gone, kissed you with a softness, loved you like you mattered. Despite this, you loved him.
“shoto!” You exclaimed as his lips took residence on your nipple. His tongue could work magic you swore.
his hips continued their assault in and out of your walls which some how could take all 7.8 of his inches. With how little he fucked you, you were surprised you could still take him at all. But with every fuck he stretched you out further and looking down you could swear your stomach was being pushed upwards.
you cried with his each of his pumps into you. It wasn’t enough. You wished to feel him everywhere, in all that you were. You cried with every squeeze of his hands on your skin. You prayed his heart wouldn’t forget the warmth you provided with your tears.
“fuck.” He muttered as his hips jittered into yours, leaving future bruises in their wake. His hand came up to rest on your throat as he finished inside you, cum painting your walls white. You thanked him because to be touched by him was to be seen & loved by all that mattered.
you were no longer bound by all that defined you, you loved.
: ̗̀➛Ｌｅｔ ｍｅ ｇｏ
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴; 𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘮, 𝘫𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘪, 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘰’𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; 𝙬𝙖𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩
𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙤𝙩𝙬 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙠𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨!!
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The clan would be lying if they said you were the ideal mate for the future Olo'eyktan. You were bad-mouthed, ill-tempered and far too unpredictable even for the Na’vi. But you paid little mind to the various different words now associated with your name. You were to be mated with the future chieftain and love of your life, Neteyam.
Life had been easy with the eldest of four. His family had accepted you with open arms back before you had even fallen for him. So when you insisted on attending war parties, they were eager to have you by their sides on the battlefield.
Battles usually went one of two ways - clean and easy with little to no casualties or high risk and unforeseen consequences. It seemed this one was the latter as the party had been backed into a corner without your ikrans to provide aerial support.
At this point, there was a handful of options and the clan wasn’t too keen on falling on a consensus.
“We charge!” A younger Na’vi bellowed, bow bouncing in the air. Other voices agreeing whilst others booed.
“Splitting for the ikrans is the best idea, Jakesully.” An older Na’vi, who seemed to already have healed scars coloring his blue body, spoke calmly with the ease of a determined warrior.
“Let me think for second!” Jake exclaimed, clearly overwhelmed with the weight of the clans men’s lives on his back.
“Ma Jake, you will get us through this.” In came Neytiri, comforting the agitated male.
With the distant sounds of gunfire slowly dissipating, it gave the party space to think and contemplate your current predicament. You grew inpatient, sitting in one place knowing the enemy was just a few hundred feet away waiting, making eye contact with Neteyam who stood with his father.
Sitting on the large rock you watched as groups of men continued to converse different ways for this situation to go. As you began tapping your leg in preparation, little did they know you were cooking up your own plan.
Making eye contact with your mate for one last time - who currently eyed you with that same look he usually gives you before a brief scolding - you stood slowly backing into the forage behind you.
You ran towards where the previous gunfire only stopping when you knew you were close. You looked up at the trees to determine which one would give you the best vantage point before preparing to climb it. Sliding your bow over you chest, you steadied yourself into the ground below.
“Y/n!” A familiar voice echoed out.
Ears piqued, your eyebrows furrowed. “Nete?”
An out of breath Neteyam ran towards you, stopping in front of you to catch his breath. “I,,,” he muttered. “Trying to run out of here already?” He asked, eyes landing on yours.
“Listen.” You already knew where this was going.
“I do not wish to hear it. My father told me to fetch you. You’re coming with me.” He went to grab your arm but you pulled back, leaving him surprised as this was the part where you would usually gave in.
“No, I am staying here and you are leaving.” You whisper-yelled at the 8 foot tall male. “ I have something to do and it is important.”
“Important? You think I do not understand-“ He rolled his eyes, “I do not like seeing you act the way you do but I love you despite it. But now, I cannot sit and watch you commit such dangerous acts.”
“No, you don’t. If you understood how I felt at all about situations like this then you’d let me go.” You cut him off.
“And what about my feelings? Do they not matter?” He insisted.
“They do-“
“Then do not risk your life, yawne. For me, come back with me and let my father figure it out. “ He whispered with urgency sensing exactly how this would end.
Seconds would pass in silence as birds cawed above. You stood looking at the ground in contemplation. You took a deep breath before speaking again.
“I am sorry. This is far too important for the sake of the clan and I must do what I have to.” You felt Neteyam’s chest fall with every word that escaped your mouth.
“Y/n, please do not do this.” But you had made up your mind.
“Hayalovay, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan.” You reach upwards, exchanging a deep kiss with your mate. He neglected to open his eyes and you departed. Perhaps to not see what would happen next as you ran ahead, leaving him alone once again.
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(meant to be a blurb but guess who got carried away)
☞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.
Aye yo is ur ask box open ? :3 see... the only tag I got saved for my feed is midoriya x reader... I got one of your writings for him and I was like DAAAAAAMN. Just here to say your writing is amazing >3< and ur super cool (especially cause your pfp is sam ;3)
yooo i try ahaha 🙈 im glad you liked it
and yes my askbox is open though i cant guarantee anything
✎ ２０ ｍｉｎｕｔｅｓ
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬, 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙙𝙨𝙢
・❥・
you guys hadn’t even been going at it for that long. you were only 20 minutes in and he was already getting squirmy. you smirked, he was so cute. he was holding on tight to your right hand. his hair was damp against his forehead. “youre doing so good.” you praised him, trying to prevent your voice from trembling. he began getting louder, his soft whimpers only making you want to go faster.
he turned his head to the left, his expression contorting, he squeezed his eyes shut and let out a small cry. “baby~” you spoke lowly, the noises of both of your bodies smacking eachother getting louder and louder. you stick two of your fingers in his mouth, trying to get him to last longer. you take your fingers out as spit dribbled onto his chin. you leaned down and engulfed him into a deep kiss. your lips muffling his whines. you could feel his eyebrows furrow as he desperately was trying to return the kiss as if this kiss would stop his world from crumbling.
after a good ten seconds you released him, slowly raising your head above his, both of you panting. you could see a string of spit connecting both of your lips. normally you’d think this was disgusting but at this point anything he did was hot. you began to kiss his jaw and neck, making sure to nibble his smooth skin along the way. this was a bad idea because he quickly became much more fidgety. “i- i need...” he stuttered out quickly. you cupped his cheeks and looked him in his eyes. “ hold on alittle longer okay?”
you then laced your left with his right hand and wrapped your right hand around his throat. you started to move faster, tightening your grip on him slightly. he began to rub his feet together, this is what he usually did to prevent himself from giving in. “this was gonna be a long night,” you thought as you felt yourself tighten around him. but there was no way you was going down this easily.
