#For: mindninjax

[the-autistic-vulcan]

Gif credits: @lostlegendaerie, @mindninjax, @l3visthighs, @lilevixen, @getosatoru

fellas, how many aura points do i lose for admitting THIS is my type?

[blackterrae]

BIPOC, Latina(x), & Hispanic tag-list Pt.2 (remastered)

Here is part 2 of my writer tag-list.

@nataliehasanimagination @timmytimwriter @destinysdreamlandwrites @celestedreamsthat @blkchxrryblyss @shoyoist @blessedboo @friendlyneighorhoodchaosdemon @vigilante-chase @mindninjax @girl-of-many-fandoms @sunflowertuliplily @okk--maaan @aniquas @galatially @geminixevans-stan @blazogirlsoneshots @fineanddandy @ramp-it-up @theeblackmedusa @xxshewritesinblacknwhitexx @venusstorm @ko-deliapeach @kordy-b @boxofbonesfic @carisi-dreams @writefasttalkevenfaster @victoria-daydreams @a-fandom-reimagined @charmed-asylum @henqtic @americahasasuperstar @marvelthottie @royallyprincesslilly @funnyexel @blackreaders-assemble @choclateshortcake02 @keenzinemugstudent @kittehkwrites @trustynjaay @thetaoofzoe @halfofmysoulsblog @hauntedelation @ellethespaceunicorn @straywords @dulcewrites @harryspet @ethanlvndry

[bluebellhairpin]

Minnie lives the farming dream (getting dicked down by a blond hunk named Katsuki and looking after fluffy cows, painting in the spare time between). You will never understand how much I want to live her life.

Read 'To Shape A Home' by @mindninjax (@kweenkatsuki) - trust me, I'm only up to winter, but if you love Stardew Valley or Bakugo you need to read it. I've been yelling at Marq since I started its so unspeakably good. Once you read it you'll know EXACTLY what I'm talking about.

[mindninjax]

mindninjax!!!!! the memories are flooding back 🥺🥺

HDJSJDJDBDB I SHOULDVE ANSWRRED THIS BEFORE I CHANGED THE URL BUT YEEEEE MS WEESEEEE my first friend here i love youuuuuuu

[myriadismx]

He compartido 812 publicaciones este 2022

86 publicaciones originales (11 %)

726 reblogueos (89 %)

Estos son los blogs que más he reblogueado:

@lightningstrikes-art (Their JJK Tiger Cub AU gives me life!)

@kweenkatsuki (My big fat tumblr crush v2!)

@mindninjax (My big fat tumblr crush v1!)

@katsukikitten (Love this bae as well)

@sdrawberrii-mochii

He etiquetado 657 publicaciones en 2022

Solo el 19 % de mis publicaciones no incluye ninguna etiqueta

#katsuki bakugou: 142 publicaciones

#jujutsu kaisen: 68 publicaciones

#fanfic recs: 65 publicaciones

#eijirou kirishima: 56 publicaciones

#megumi fushiguro: 56 publicaciones

#toji fushiguro: 51 publicaciones

#dynamight: 42 publicaciones

#yuuji itadori: 42 publicaciones

#keigo takami: 37 publicaciones

#jjk tiger cub au: 37 publicaciones

Longest Tag: 80 characters

#i'm also that friend everybody turns to when in doubt about a particular subject

I've learnt to not be afraid of long tags! It's true! I'm knowledgeable about many things. In theory, at least.

Mis publicaciones más populares este 2022:

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Your Call | Part I

Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5669

Summary: As the only daughter from an affluent family, Y/N must fulfill a role inside the golden cage she escapes from at every opportunity. But as an enthralling and mysterious boy comes into her life, she's about to discover there's no escaping her true self.

Warnings: Implications of incest.

Author’s Notes: Jaguars are not native from Japan but the Americas, however, I've always been fascinated with nahual legends that hail from my country. So, I took many liberties regarding jaguars and did my best to accomodate nahual elements into the story. Enjoy!

Taglist: @riotsragdoll @ofallthingsnasty

@ajaviary

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67 notas. Fecha de publicación: 26 de enero de 2022

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OMG BakuDeku is getting their own DanUp yogurth bottle in Mexico! 🤣 Courtesy of Danone (Dannon) shipping contest.

But the shippers went to rub it in to KiriBaku shippers' faces and it's chaos out there 😅 I honestly didn't see this coming.

92 notas. Fecha de publicación: 18 de marzo de 2022

I later found out these fuckers didn't sell any BakuDeku yogurt bottles but were giving them away for free at selected spots! 🤬

3

Hawks in the new trailer for season 6:

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200 notas. Fecha de publicación: 19 de junio de 2022

This was way better than I expected once I saw the real deal 🥺💔

2

Imagine being Toji's second wife and Megumi's stepmother, and a good one at that. One that didn’t leave him and Tsumiki behind. 

The first memory Megumi has of you is when you offered him cake the day you married his dad, and making a funny face when he refused it. You're a breath of fresh air in Toji's life after the passing of his beloved first wife: You're sweet, cheerful, understanding, and self-sufficient. He appreciates your kindness and patience towards him and Megumi, but still, it's not enough to make him give up his bad habits.

Every time Toji goes "job-hunting", he's gone for days, and returns home with lots of money, which he quickly gambles away. You've learned to be quicker and make sure to grab enough from the pile to pay the bills. However, you point out to him the importance of being a father to your children since Megumi is barely aware of his presence and doesn't remember his father much.

Your sincere dedication to his son coupled with your undying loyalty to him has Toji thinking that you have a poor taste in men and deserve more. But still, he holds you close one night and promises to take you all to a fancy restaurant once he gets another big job.

It's a promise that Toji never fulfills. After going out for said "big job", he doesn't return home. You looked for him relentlessly, but it's like he never existed at all.

When many weeks go by, you choose to believe he ran off with another woman rather than think he messed with the wrong people and was in danger. It's a very painful scenario, but you keep yourself grounded by focusing on raising your darling Tsumiki and dear Megumi, working harder to support them on your own.

Megumi is in elementary school when he starts seeing "ghosts" (curses, actually) and has two dogs following him around, and he becomes sullen as a result. Neither Tsumiki or you can see a thing, but you do believe him because you can perceive there's something off. Instead of freaking out or treating him differently, you told him he should use his gift wisely to help others. Also, you tasked Tsumiki with looking after her younger brother, which she gladly did.

When you spotted Satoru Gojo introducing himself to Megumi on the street, you mistook him for a pervert that was trying to kidnap your boy, and hit his head with a broom. He explained to you everything regarding the sorcery world, curses, Megumi's distinguished heritage, and Toji's deal with the Zen'in.

Although it vexed you to find out what Toji had done, you acknowledged that the Zen'in were better equipped to help Megumi handle his power. Yet, you weren't eager to part from your son. You were willing to give up your life savings to prevent the Zen'in from taking Megumi, and to avoid placing over his shoulders the weight of becoming a sorcerer in exchange for the financial aid you all needed and cancelling his sale to the Zen'in clan.

You tried hard to hide you're struggling from your children. Megumi knows you have two jobs to support them, and that you insist in putting them to bed early so they won't find out you take extra shifts. He knows there's exhaustion behind your blithe expression, and so, he decided to take on Gojo’s offer and you respected his choice.

But that doesn't stop you from feeling like you didn't do enough for him. Like you also sold your son.

Apparently, the whole thing did take its toll on Megumi as he hit puberty. He grew into a morose, impersonal, and cynical young man. You frequently had to bail him out of trouble at school for fighting, and Tsumiki always tried to reason with Megumi that fighting was not the ideal solution. Though you joked that he probably was going to be a boxer one of these days, in private, you told him that there were better ways to do justice that didn't involve getting detention. You also reminded him he had been born with a gift he could use for that purpose, and encouraged him to make friends, as they made life more bearable.

Megumi often wonders why a woman that was abandoned by her husband chose to burden herself with a child that's not biologically hers. You're a saint for refusing to speak ill of Toji and remembering him fondly. Megumi doesn't understand why you're always doting and smiling at him, even when he refuses to acknowledge you as his mother and openly tells you that your attitude gets on his nerves. You take his comments with a grain of salt, because you know that underneath his cold exterior, Megumi is a good boy, and you make sure he knows you’re proud of being his mother.

"We're family and we love you. Of course we care about you. But you already know that, do you?"

You said so casually, not judging Megumi for questioning your actions. He was taken aback with your earnest words, but Megumi came to realize that you held a special place in his heart that no other person had...

"I just wish that you'd call me 'Mom'~💕" You added with a playful tone and hugging him tightly.

...Even when you annoyed him sometimes.

Then, one afternoon you receive a dreadful call from Tsumiki's school telling you she collapsed. You picked up Megumi from school and reassured him with a smile that Tsumiki probably had skipped breakfast and she fainted because of that. He immediately noticed how your fingers trembled on the steering wheel and you gnawed your lower lip as you drove to the hospital.

The harsh reality hit you like a ton of bricks: Tsumiki had fallen into a coma because she had been cursed by an unknown force, and there was no way to know when she was going to wake up, if ever. For the first time, Megumi saw the joy disappear from your eyes and you broke down in tears, despairing over your daughter's condition.

Seeing his kind sister bedridden and his gentle mother sadly watching over her struck a chord in Megumi. Having his family break apart and becoming aware of how wrong he had been all along was what drove Megumi to take your advice and fully embrace his fate as a sorcerer to help others.

Before departing to Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College to start his training, he promised you to help Tsumiki regain consciousness and be safe. But not without apologizing for being so awful to both of you, and regretting not giving you a chance to be closer earlier.

"You really honor your name." You smiled at him for the first time in weeks. It wasn't enthusiastic, but it held the same love and kindness as your other smiles. "You are a blessing, Megumi."

"I'm the one that is blessed to be your son, Mom. I've always been."

This was something that I wrote half-asleep, it came to me out of the blue and was fueled by my suppressed maternal instincts. Megumi seriously needs a loving parent. I tag you @kweenkatsuki because we relate to each other and you encouraged me to finish this lol

383 notas. Fecha de publicación: 10 de agosto de 2022

I'm trying to work out a one-shot for this! I keep thinking of more scenes between Reader and Megumi but I'm so bad at making my ideas come to fruition! 😣

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768 notas. Fecha de publicación: 14 de marzo de 2022

I FUCKING KNEW THIS MOMENT OF HORNY DUMBASSERY WOULD COME TO BITE ME IN THE ASS BY THE END OF THE YEAR! 🤣 No regrets tho (maybe not making it more generalized)

Descubre tu resumen del 2022 en Tumblr →

[insomniiyac]

I posted 324 times in 2022

That's 253 more posts than 2021!

243 posts created (75%)

81 posts reblogged (25%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@mindninjax

@insomniiyac

@katditca

@bakakatsuki69

@kingkatsuki

I tagged 263 of my posts in 2022

Only 19% of my posts had no tags

#my art - 141 posts

#arcane - 111 posts

#ekko - 95 posts

#jayce talis - 91 posts

#jayko - 85 posts

#hammertime - 79 posts

#digital art - 76 posts

#anime - 53 posts

#arcane shitpost - 26 posts

#art - 25 posts

Longest Tag: 110 characters

#and if ur gonna complain about the age gap thats fine but grumble about that out of my inbox plz and thank you

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Here are Iniku’s three students: Tsehay, Fana, and Lidiya! They were rescued by Iniku and decided to assimilate into Japan’s society. Tsehay is currently studying medicine at the Butterfly Mansion, Lidiya is a Demon Slayer in training, and Fana’s still trying to find her footing.

(Refs under the cut)

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41 notes - Posted February 27, 2022

#4

Commission finished for @simp-for-bnha-boys!

Tysm for commissioning me!

61 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

#3

ASHDJF HOW DID I FORGET TO POST THIS HERE!??

Anyways, commission done for @/Cassie_Krull with Dabi! Tysm for commissioning me~!

63 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

#2

Jayce 100% flirts like this and I refuse to believe otherwise 💀

67 notes - Posted September 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

"After a devious sexual encounter between your alien possessed husband and his best friend, you’re on the run searching for any signs of survivors and a Resistance to the foreign invaders. Determined to keep his promise to his best friend to protect you and keep you alive, Katsuki Bakugou treks with you through the countryside in hopes of a place where you can live safely. With so much alone time between the two of you on the forest paths, emotions, both old and new are brought to light as you navigate through what it means to do whatever it takes to stay alive." - "Is Mine Forever"

My art entry for @mybigbangacademia! Had the opportunity to work with the lovely @kweenkatsuki to get this done! Tysm for inviting me to this project!

167 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

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Writer (M-Q) Bookmarks

| A-C | D-I | J-L | M-Q | R-S | T-# |

M:

mintmatcha

moonpiepig

mereweird

myherokatsuki

meganlpie

moonbeamwritings

meggsngrits

meefy

marvelsimp97

minninugget

momodita

mhascenarios

maximoff-pan

missmeinyourbones

miah-pooh

ms0milk

meggs-wonderland

mochalate

melodramaticmatter

mangostarjam

melsun

myriadismx

mechamedusa

mammonsrockstargf

meggs-live-now

mindninjax/kweenkatsuki

mitsuwuyaa

m-jelly

mysicklove

mrs-kurooo

melon-fodder

miss-cincaide

marqmywordsx/kweenkatsuki

N:

narumi-gens

nekomasangel

notjustanotherextra

nocturnalazura

nanamiine

nezuscribe

nagumoan

nomadwrites

nkogneatho

nepitune

nebula-darlin

nohoney

nelapanela94

nyctophilicroses/emmyrosee

O:

ofmermaidstories

omiishii/coquettecornbread

oh-katsuki/woahjo

oceaneyesinla

ohsatori

osarina

P:

plusultrawritings

petrichorium

prettyboykatsuki

piichuu

pan-fangirl-345

postwarlevi

phasmwrites

pazumane

princematcha

potionpeddlerpatchy

prettyiwa

pluviophile/petrichorium

pseudowho

pastelbakugou

pearl-blue-musings

prettyboiblu/coquettecornbread

peace-for-levi

peaxhxhair

peachsukii

pamakali

plotbunnyfarm

pikatsum

Q:

quitesins

| A-C | D-I | J-L | M-Q | R-S | T-# |

[m-ilkiee]

Recommended fics

Blues In The Night (Todoroki x OC) by todorokiaimee (tumblr)

The Plague by Shannap22 (wattpad)

Stories in different fandoms - mindninjax (thought the blog is archived)

Stories in different fandoms - mytanuki-kun

Blood Ink - pocketbangtan (wattpad)

Elias - cocoalin (wattpad)

Just one more night - MelroseDee (wattpad)

Will read all of these for sure! I'm combing through everyone's recommendations with the limited time I have and they're are amazing!

[crowned-peony]

@mindninjax @nkogneatho ♡♡

study

reference and uncropped version on twitter (it's not too explicit though)

[blackterrae]

Reconnecting

I am making this post to reconnect readers to their favorite bloggers. Specifically, bloggers who have either changed their name or deleted their account but have returned to the platform under a different name. Let me know if you are a blogger or reader who has either deleted/ changed account name or if you know someone who has.

allaboardthereadingrailroad is now @glitterjuju

theonetrueneohero is now @mphountitled

dejwrites is now @chosoist

mindninjax is now @kweenkatsuki-fics

ajxlawley is now @hiatuswhore

stxrkiss is now @kausstar

aniquas is now @aniqua

[katsukikitten]

@mindninjax 👀

Monoma Neito 😈

I really love his villainous aura > <

[recromage]

I posted 81 times in 2022

That's 81 more posts than 2021!

29 posts created (36%)

52 posts reblogged (64%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@borathae

@moonstruck-rk

@mindninjax

@yanderemommabean

I tagged 15 of my posts in 2022

#tokyo revengers - 2 posts

#art - 2 posts

#anime - 2 posts

#my ocs - 1 post

#i’m struggling - 1 post

#contacts - 1 post

#hype - 1 post

#happymonday - 1 post

#struggle - 1 post

#meme - 1 post

Longest Tag: 39 characters

#i’ve never hit the reblog button faster

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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#4

2500 likes!

Hehehe 😜

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#3

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#2

I was using a tiktok filter and it was that “what are you” it scrolled around and I got “BLTTOM DADDY” 🤣

The way this has me rolling because I want to see this as a fic/ oneshot 🤣

5 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I wanna see this as a story, yandere styled or not.

Here’s an idea:

A person (the reader/y/n) an artsy person, having drawn/painted her boys (the bonten members) and hung it up on their wall.

It’s a split type art (with one side it’s their younger self and the other their older/bonten self)

One day they wake up to just discover that their living room (or bedroom since that’s where the paintings/drawings are at) is holding the Bonten crew.

And the reader is like: ‘omg omg oh my gosh, what the heck my guy?!’

While the gang is wondering: what is going on, what happened, why they’re here, and how they got there.

After a VERY confusing and borderline dangerous clear up on what’s happened (the reader explaining that they’re a story/show they watched and that they are no longer in their “world” but the readers) they try to get hooked/synced into their new life they’ve been stuck in.

Later to find out that reader is a little artsy freak who’s got them hanging on their wall, next thing you know Ran is being a tease on the matter, and the cast is just like: wth O.o.

How the story would end I have no idea lol maybe they settle Into their new life and reader ends up with one of them 🤔 maybe a little bit of lemon/smut/NSFW content to add to the mix 🧐

Seems like a good story/oneshot to meeeeee😂😍

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106 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

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[saturnsorbits]

REQUEST ARE OPEN!?!?

ok hello I am here to ask for one thing and one thing only. I give you full creative liberty just please feed me some Poly Kiribaku. Every day life? Spicy something? Or any moments you think of when you think of telling their story (with reader). I will love anything you come up with and I’d love to see what your lovely mind creates!

💖💖

This request was a gift…

I ended up going for soft and spicy in the end. I hope you enjoy it 🙈

(This almost turned into 10k of absolute filth, but I refrained)

This...

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Voyeurism, Oral [F Receiving], Threesome (Does this count? Idk). Word Count: 3.7k.

Summary: Bakugo Katsuki knows what love looks like, and it looks like: This.

Bakugo's knees ache. The rest of him aches too, but right now, it's his knees giving him the most trouble. He grits his teeth ignoring the twinge of pain that shoots down his shin and jumps, taking the last two stairs at once. The front door of the apartment feels like salvation when he finally lays eyes on it. After a day of downfall after downfall, all he wants is a warm meal, the weight of Kirishima laying on his chest and your nimble fingers scratching at his scalp, but his short comings ricochet around his head, even as he closes in. He should have known better. He should have been stronger, blown through that door faster, moved just a little more carefully, spoken loud when instead he had been listening. Each failing drips from him, poisons that air in his lungs and makes his stomach twist up into knots. Jamming his key into the lock, he swings open the door and stumbles inside. He's out of his boots in seconds, shedding his jacket and dropping his bag on the mat at his feet. The mess can be tomorrows problem. Scrubbing a hand down his face, he tries to rub the scowl from his skin and blink the weariness from his eyes, but he didn't need to bother.

The day melts from him as soon as he sees you.

From where he's stood in the doorway, he can see straight over the living room and into the kitchen. The lights have been dimmed, creating large swathes of shadow that bleed steadily into one, gentle puddle of brightness and at the centre of it all: his world dances.

Kirishima has his arms wrapped around your waist, his large hands splaying out on the small of your back as he holds you close, cradling you to his chest. He's swaying, rocking steadily from side to side to a song Bakugo doesn't recognise, with his nose buried into the crook of your neck. You, are up on your tip-toes, calves straining slightly as you stretch up to link your hands behind his head. With your back facing the door, Bakugo can't quite see the expression either of you are wearing, but he can imagine it. All relaxed brows and warm cheeks, tiny smiles and glimmering eyes.

Something kicks in his chest. If you where to ask him what love looked like he'd show you this.

Creeping closer, he folds his arms across his chest, leans against the wall of the hallway and just basks. He's close enough now that he can see an unopened bottle of wine on the counter with two clean glasses sitting out in front of it. Beside that, is a new bottle of whiskey - the special tumbler you'd bought him for your second anniversary turned upside down at its side.

Bakugo swallows, then shifts from the wall. His heart beat steadies, taking up its regular, strong thrum in his chest as he watches the two of you dance. It's surreal, leaving him feeling like he's been transported into one of Kirishima's romantic comedies; one where the boys always get their girl and they get to dance together, to use one side of their too-big bed and come home to each other, to this love, every day for the rest of their lives. A small huff leaps from his lungs as it dawns on him for the millionth time: this, this, is his reality.

In the kitchen, Kirishima lifts his head and blinks, his eyes searching through the dark. He squints, eyes crinkling at the edges creasing his face, but as soon as he spots Bakugo lingering in the hallway, he's grinning. His eye glitter. 'Hey Handsome...' Voice raspy and rough from lack of use, he croaks over your shoulder. Unfurling himself from around you, he stretches out his shoulders before grabbing at your wrist and spinning you until your back is pressed to his chest.

You light up as soon as you see him. Reaching out, you flatten your palm in the air and curl your finger, beckoning him from the darkness. 'Come dance with us...'

Kirishima's hands are on you again. They slip down your sides to cup your hips, his fingers gently kneading the flesh as he takes hold of you and begins to move. He starts slow, grinds you in a smooth rhythm that matches perfectly with the music trickling from a small speaker on the counter. Pressing his lips to your cheek, he keeps his eyes on Bakugo as he breathes you in. 'We missed you today.'

Coughing to cover the catch in his voice, Bakugo starts off towards you. He slips through the living room quickly, not bothering to make his rush to meet you casual. Flicking a glance towards the wine, he smirks, offering both of you raised eyebrows. 'We celebrating or something?'

'Wanted to surprise you.' The words trip off your and Kirishima's tongues in unison, but no-one bats an eye to the synchronicity.

'You've been working too hard,' Kirishima wraps a hand around the back of Bakugo's neck as soon as he's within arms reach and pulls him in, breathing against his mouth. 'Thought you deserved something nice to come home to.' He smiles into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut as the familiar warmth of Bakugo's hand comes to cup his cheek.

The proximity of your boyfriends has you trapped between their chests, which might be a problem, had it not become your favourite place to be. One of your hands snakes its way to Bakugo's shoulder, the other tangling neatly into his t-shirt as you press open mouthed kisses to his neck.

'I always come home to something nice.' Bakugo gives Kirishima a parting peck before turning his attention to you. 'I come home to you two, don't I?'

Kirishima chuckles as his mouth finds Bakugo's ear, sharp teeth teasing gently at its tip.

'Yeah, but -.' You giggle as your cheek is taken in hand.

Bakugo shakes his head. 'No, buts...' He kisses you, pouring himself into your mouth. When he pulls away, his eyes are misted and swimming with adoration. He pinches both of your cheeks. 'I'm lucky as fuck as is.'

You chew at the edge of your lip, but before you can contest, offering up an honest 'we're both lucky to have you too', he's pressing another kiss to your lips. A hand skates down your arm, fingertips trailing light across the skin of your elbow and forearm before they finally tickle the back of your hand. He takes it gently, wrapping his fingers under yours and holding tight before lifting it to his lips where a feather-light kiss is pressed to your knuckles. The kindling in his eyes leaves you mesmerised, unable to look away as a smirk tugs at his lips. You're given no time to recover, no time to break from the heat in his stare before your hand is pulled higher and he's using the new leverage to encourage you into a spin.

'You heard the lady...' Bakugo grins, winking at Kirishima over your head before tugging on your hand to bring you back into him. 'Dance with us.'

A chuckle floats over your head as Kirishima's hands come to sit back at your waist.

The music encourages all three of you into a lazy sway. Heads find shoulders to lean against, lips find slithers of skin to press to and you melt, dissolving into each other easily, helplessly. Bakugo's hand is still in yours, lifted and pressed to his chest where the dull thudding of his heart plays a beat against your fingers. Your other hand is buried in Kirishima's hair, fingers itching at his scalp as he mouths softly at the join of your neck. One of Kirishima's arms has circled around you, his hand latching onto Bakugo's hip to keep you all close.

Planting his chin atop your head, Bakugo sighs letting his eyes flutter shut as the music takes over until there’s nothing, but him, you and Kirishima in his mind.

You stay like that for a time, feet moving only millimetres to each side as you dance, weaving around each other as the night drags on. The wine remains unopened, but that doesn't seem to matter. Nothing matters when you're wrapped around each other like this.

Bakugo's nose pokes at you cheek. 'Kiss me...' He whispers, nosing at you again.

Complying is easy. Like sailor returning home you're drawn to him, to his touch, his taste. This kiss is deep, deeper than the pecks you've shared throughout the night. It sets a fire in your stomach and has you dripping, already, into your underwear.

Kirishima bites at your neck, sucking a soft bruise into the flesh there as he feels the tension tighten around his chest. He grinds forward slightly, letting the half-chub in his pants press against your ass.

Snorting, Bakugo releases his grip on Kirishima in favour of wrapping his arms around your waist. 'So needy... Both of you, huh?'

You whine when he breaks the kiss and scruff him by the front of his t-shirt before pulling him back in. 'Just missed you.' You mumble. This time, your tongue flicks at him breeching the seam of his lips.

A rumbling vibrates through Bakugo's chest as he coos, readjusting his grip and then, he's lifting, plucking you from the floor. 'That right?'

You yelp, but the noise dissolves into giggles on your tongue as you're hauled up Bakugo's body. Instantly, you wrap yourself around him. Your legs bracket his hips, ankles locking into place at the small of his back as your elbows come to rest atop his shoulders. 'Mmm.'

His hands slip under your thighs, kneading the fat as he turns, slipping you onto the kitchen counter.

'Think she needs some attention, if you ask me...' Kirishima's eyes have glazed over, pupils dark and blown as he retreats to the other side of the kitchen. His tongue flicks out over his lip, his chest rising and falling with a little more pace as he watches the scene unfold before him.

'That what you think, huh?' Bakugo licks his lips, making a show of it as he drags his eyes down Kirishima's body, pausing only as he reaches the straining tent in his pants.

Kirishima nods, swallowing hard.

Knockin open your knees, Bakugo slides between your thighs. 'Ei seems to think I need to show our Princess a little bit of attention.' Smoke seeps into his voice as he crowds you in, breathing onto the soft skin of your neck. Lifting a hand, he gently pulls down your bottom lip. 'What do you think?'

You nod, mind already swimming as you breathe him in, lungful after greedy lungful. He kisses you then, long and lazy, kneading his lips against yours, but you don't miss how his hands begin to slip down your legs.

Pulling back, he taps his nose to yours. 'And how do you think I should do that?'

A moan wiggles it's way up your throat when you feel his thumbs brush against the insides of your thighs. He rubs circles into the flesh, pressing hard to dent the skin underneath the fabric of your pants.

'Fuck.' The word drops breathlessly from Kirishima. He's still at the other side of the kitchen, panting, with his elbow propped atop the counter. The joint bares most of his weight as his other hand slips down his body, brushing over the thick muscle of his stomach and rubbing against the coarse black hair that trails down into his sweat pants. His hand sinks lower, teasing the elastic waistband and letting it snap back against his stomach. He flinches. 'Taste her – Kat, wanna – fuck – I wanna watch... Wanna see.'

Bakugo's eyes sparkle when he turns to spy Kirishima from the corner of his eye. 'Yeah, Ei?'

Taking hold of himself, a shiver flashes down Kirishima's spine making his eyes roll skyward. His cock is already slick in his hand, drooling pre-cum as it twitches in his grasp. 'Fuck, yeah.' A gasp leaves his throat as his fist tightens around the soft head of his cock, rubbing calloused fingers against pure sensitivity, but then, he's nodding, his fist sinking back down as a plea slips from his throat. 'Please.'

'Since you asked so nicely.' Bakugo snickers, then slips his fingers under the lip of your pants and tugs, a silent question of permission.

Pushing your weight back onto your hands, you lift your hips, letting him take your pants and underwear in one clean swoop. He slips your left leg out, the one closest to Kirishima, and leaves the rest of the article dangling from the knee of the other before slowly lowering himself onto his knees before you.

His hand smooths up and down your thighs, easing you further apart for him as he slips your far leg over his shoulder. 'So, pretty. Aren't ya, Princess?' There's a weight to his voice that makes you squirm, but all it does is make him chuckle. Pressing his lips to the inside of your knee, he flips his palm over and flexes it, once, twice, before you slide in your hand.

You twist your fingers around his and flip your hands back over so you can dig the heel of his palm into the flesh above your knee. Already your nails are biting into his skin as anticipation crawls down your sternum, but despite the pale semi-circles you're creating there he just snickers at the contact.

A kiss is pressed to the inside of your open knee, quickly followed by the gentle kneading of his hand as it makes it's way towards your core. The first thing he touches you with is his thumb. He parts your folds, admiring the way your hole flutters around nothing, desperately clenching over and over, begging for the thing that stirs in his pants. For a second he can't speak. His tongue goes heavy in his mouth, weighed down like iron as he wrestles for any form of coherency. It's far from the first time he's been confronted with your cunt, but every single time leaves him salivating, reduced to linear thoughts as he's consumed with the need to take. It's your hand slipping into his hair that finally snaps him out of it. Your fingers scrape at his scalp before taking hold and pulling. He shakes himself. 'Gonna give Ei a show, yeah?'

'Please.' Your chest is heaving, heart almost beating out of it as you peel your eyes away from Bakugo to glance at Kirishima.

His lip is caught between sharp teeth, his eyebrows pressed together and tight as he squeezes hard at the base of his cock.

You swallow spit. 'Please, Katsuki...' The moment the tip of his tongue laps at your clit, you're arching up and pushing your cunt into his mouth. He rewards your eagerness with another, longer lick from the broad of his tongue and you have to bite yours to stop a scream from tumbling over your lips.

Kirishima groans as he shoves his sweats down until they bunch around his knees. His cock springs free, slapping heavily against his stomach and smearing his skin with stickiness. The new freedom makes his head roll back on his shoulders, his whole body tensing and relaxing again as his hand slips below his cock to palm at his balls.

The sight of Kirishima's cock heavy and wanting makes your cunt clench around Bakugo's tongue. It's involuntary, the way your body calls for him, creating a rush of slick that only makes the sounds of Bakugo's mouth on your cunt sloppier as he all, but drinks from you. Back arching, you push your cunt up again, brushing Bakugo's nose against your clit as his tongue slips deeper inside of you. The pressure in your stomach mounts, the helpless beating of your cunt quickening as you feel yourself nearing the edge.

'Make her – make her cum, Kat -.' Kirishima's words are broken by pants. Now he's thrown his back against the counter, both of his hands otherwise occupied as he fists himself and rolls his balls in his palm, squeezing and kneading. 'Please, Kat. Want to...' His eyes are black, swallowed whole and addled as he refuses to look away from you. Devouring you with his stare, he licks his lips and let's his eyes roam. For a while, he's lost the subtle bobbing of Bakugo's head as he laps at your cunt, groaning into your folds, but it isn't long before his eyes trail back up your body to land gently on your face.

You catch Kirishima's eye and hold it. Not that you have any choice. His stare is magnetic, the allure is too much to bare looking away from. You can only imagine what you look like. Your lips are parted letting a series of breathy whines and gasps loose from your throat, your eyes wide, pupils blown as you watch Kirishima come apart to the sight of Bakugo ruining you. 'Ei...'

Whining, Kirishima jerks into his hand. 'Say – Say his name. Please... Say...'

'Katsuki.'

Bakugo groans into your cunt, his thumb coming up to circle about your clit as he fucks you on his tongue. Hearing your name trip off your tongue, demanded by Kirishima no less, makes his stomach sore as the knot there tightens. He's painfully hard, aching and trapped in the confines of his pants, but he ignores it in favour of shoving you over the edge. Another groan slips from his lips when he pulls back to pant against your cunt, his eyes flickering up to watch the result of his handiwork.

'Katsuki...' The absence of him burns, causing you to tug at his hair, gently guiding his face back into your cunt. 'Katsuki, please...'

'Okay, Princess, okay.' Pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh, Bakugo sucks at the flesh before turning his attention to your clit. His lips sheathe it, latching on as he begins to suck and use the tip of his tongue to flick against its underside.

A moan floats from your mouth, the new sensation even stronger after the moment of pause, leaving you gasping.

Bakugo moans his approval and then, parts your folds before slowly dipping his fingers inside. He gives you two at once, trusting you to handle the stretch despite the pitiful protests from the tightness of your cunt.

It's the thickness of his fingers that finally does it. Even with only two nestled inside of you, the feeling of fullness he gives is delicious. You bite your lip, dragging your eyes away from Kirishima to peek between your thighs, but the sight has you crying out. Bakugo looks ethereal with slick covering his chin. He's wearing the same exact look as Kirishima, his eyes blown out and hungry as he crooks his fingers inside of you and pushes up, prodding directly at your G-spot. Snapping your eyes shut, you grip his hand impossibly tight as your head is thrown back, your chest forced out when your orgasm finally, finally crashes into you.

'Yeah – fuck... L – Look at you.' Kirishima can barely speak, but he's not cum yet. Instead, his hand is almost white, held tight around the base of his cock again as he struggles against himself to stave off his own orgasm. His whole body shakes with the effort, his chest rising and falling as short, huffing breaths are forced from his lungs.

You shake, body taken over as you cum for longer than it seems possible. Bakugo works you through it, his fingers still nimbly rubbing at the roof of your cunt as he tapers each of his sucks at your clit, gradually relieving the pressure until he can feel you coming down. 'Good girl...' Popping off your clit at last, he gives your hand a squeeze, easing you back into reality as he stands from his knees. 'Did so well for me... Didn't ya, Princess?'

Nodding, you make a low humming in the back of your throat unable to summon words with your head still full of cotton wool.

Rolling his shoulders, Bakugo chuckles before turning to Kirishima. He offers out his free hand. 'Come get a taste, baby.'

Kirishima can't move quick enough. He steps out of his sweats, discarding them on the floor before crossing the kitchen to meet Bakugo.

'Open.' Bakugo taps his thumb on Kirishima's chin and licks his lips when his jaw drops open immediately, allowing him to slip the two fingers he'd just had buried inside of your cunt into his mouth. 'Good boy.'

Taking hold of his wrist, Kirishima sucks with earnest at the fingers in his mouth savouring the sweetness of you as it slips down his throat.

You gasp, cunt pulsing again as you wriggle on the counter top crushing Bakugo's legs between your thighs as you try to clamp them shut.

'Look at you...' Bakugo chuckles, un-phased by the vice grip you have on his hips as he pulls his fingers free from Kirishima's mouth with a dull pop. He pouts. 'Stopped yourself cumming, ha?'

Kirishima blushes to his collarbones, a wry smile tugging at his lip as he chews at it. He mumbles something under his breath.

'Ha? Speak up, baby.'

'I – I wanted... Wanted to cum inside.'

'Want do you think, Princess?' Bakugo's eyes flicker back to you, a smile playing at his lip. 'Think you can handle a little more attention?' There's something soft and mischievous lingering in his eyes when he tosses you an absent wink, already knowing that you're more than up for whatever else the night has in store.

Despite the shake in your knees, you shimmy to the edge of the counter and lower yourself, slowly, back to the floor. You wobble slightly, only to have two sets of hands steadying you immediately. Giggling, you regain your balance and press in close to Bakugo, letting you hand wander down him to palm the hardness in his pants: 'Only if we're allowed to give you some attention too...'

Bakugo laughs, eyes rolling as Kirishima comes to bracket his other side, leaving him trapped, against the counter. 'I think I'd be okay with that...'

'Good.' Kirishima pecks him on the cheek and then, he's dipping at the knees and slamming his shoulder into Bakugo's stomach, tossing him easily over his shoulder. He laughs, the noise ricocheting off of the kitchen tiles as Bakugo lets out an indignant growl, but wastes no more time before sweeping you up onto his other shoulder and making off as quick as he can towards the bedroom...

The wine never gets opened, but there is a pot of coffee brewed in the morning.

Bakugo stands in the bedroom doorway, rubbing the tiredness from his face; but it all melts away when he lays his eyes on you. You’re both still asleep, snoring and tangled, messily trying to occupy the same side of the bed.

He swallows, heart clenching. Yeah, the thinks. This. This is what it looks like.

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[keilemlucent]

here is a little... domestic hawks fluff drabble this is for @mindninjax who was asking for some good soft shit and i am here to deliver. enjoy :’^)

warnings: non-explicit descriptions of sex

A door clicked open then shut, gingerly. Boots were taken off, set quietly by the door. You recognized the movements in your haze of sleep, quiet hums and coos echoing from the direction of the foyer. 

You scrunched your eyelids tighter, mumbling under your breath. You weren’t exactly ready to be awake. You weren’t sure what time it was, but all the same you snuggled deeper into the cushions and blankets of the couch. 

You laid for sometime longer, half-awake and half-aware of the ambient sounds that echoed through the apartment. What truly woke you was the soft fingers that brushed over the apples of your cheeks.

“Dove,” Keigo’s sweet voice washed over you. “Were you waiting for me?”

You made a little ‘mhm’ sound, cracking open your eyes, quickly squinting from the glow of the still-on TV. Despite this, you smiled.

Keigo was finally home. 

He chuckled, something warm like the feel of the blankets you were burrowed in. You melted into his touch, the contact soothing after he’d been away for so long.

“That’s very sweet of you, you know, waiting for me and all.” Keigo leaned to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Better be careful, or I might start thinking that you like me or something.”

“Keigo,” Your voice cracked with sleep. “We’re married.”

You both looked at the others ring, a pair of near matching bands. 

Keigo beamed, dragging you from the couch to pull you into his arms. A few of his remaining feathers carried your nest of blankets in tow to the bedroom. 

He carefully set you onto the comforter, allowing you to adjust as needed.

“It is sweet of you to stay up for me, dove, but I don’t want you losing sleep over it.” Keigo peeled off his comfy t-shirt, falling onto the bed next to you.

“I’m not sure if you noticed, sweetheart, but I was very much not losing sleep just now,” You hummed, snorting as Keigo rolled his eyes. His hair was damp, still shining from the shower he must’ve taken while you were half-awake. 

Keigo was especially pretty when he was relaxed and at home. He rarely wore much of anything in the safety and comfort of the apartment, but even bundled up, he was gorgeous. It was something about the lack of tension in his shoulder once the his professional facade had lifted that calm you the most. Seeing him soften and allow himself to be soft was a gift that only you had the pleasure of viewing.

“Doooove,” Keigo grinned impishly from his spot on the bed. “You were staring.” 

“I was.” You replied cheekily, adjusting to lay next to him on the bed. “I missed you.”

“I miss you too.”

Keigo quickly pulled your hands together, fingers lacing together. Despite the gloves he wore with his hero costume, Keigo’s hands were always a bit worn and chapped by the cold. You thumbed at the juncture between his thumb and pointer, noting the deepening cracks and callouses. 

Keigo, fast as ever, tugged you close. You were sure that if he had anymore of his wings left, he would’ve wrapped the two of you in the plumage to be safe and warm for the rest of the night. But, all he had were stubs, but you were more than happy to settle for any touch of his. 

You settled yourself on the pillow, tucking yourself to Keigo’s chest as he linked your legs together in a quick tangle. He tended to be comically clingy upon arriving  back home from missions, but you didn’t mind. You were sure that if he wasn’t pouncing on you, you’d be clambering all over him. 

You tipped your head up, dropping a warm kiss to Keigo’s, the roughness of his hands tickling settling at your hips and waist. It was almost too easy to relax into him, fall into his hold as you had so many times before. There were many late nights that, upon Keigo’s return, would end stickier, hotter ways. Those nights were some of your favorites. Keigo tended to get a bit... feral after not being able to indulge you and indulge in you, and he more than made up for when he was able to.

But, there were plenty of early mornings back that Keigo would just hold you to him, as tight and close as he could. You’d grip him right back, just as you were. You pressed a few stray kisses to his jaw, a few soft coos clicking from his throat. 

Sleep pulled at your eyelids quickly, as much as you didn’t want it to, body fighting for wakefulness.

Keigo’s hand smoothed down your back, soft hushing rolling over you as Keigo squeezed you closer. 

“It’s alight, dove, get some sleep. We both need some rest.”

You nodded, pausing for a moment before speaking.

“Will you be here?”

You didn’t just mean for that next morning.

Keigo pulled the covers to your shoulders, smothering your crown in kisses, “Always, dove. Always.”

[bkgrl]

Never played Stardew Valley in my life but this fic made me want to try it

Also the writing, angst, plot, and slow-burn? I was hooked up like my ma in front of those telenovelas or Turkish shows 🤣 the smut played a big part also

Anyway, @mindninjax I just wanted to thank you for delivering this amazing piece of art and helping revive the flame in my heart; the one that belongs to my grandma and days out collecting olives and feeding the sheep with her 😊💜

[ She's still alive though. Clearing any misunderstanding, I just can't visit her that often as I'm studying abroad for still 5 years ]

[ Also they had to sell most of the land, they couldn't keep taking care of it by themselves, Grandma didn't talk with us for months after the sell ( she didn't want to sell but grandpa did; it was his lands )

Wah didn't realize I was rambling for so long sorry 😅

Anyway hope you'll like the series if you do read it

To Shape a Home Masterlist-COMPLETE

Farmer!Bakugo x reader (Stardew Valley AU)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: slow burn enemies to lovers, few descriptions of reader, Reader is referred to as a nickname throughout, talk of grief, smut (specific warnings for this will be on the labeled chapter), talk of alcoholism and rehab, talk of cancer, talk of the negative effects of smoking

Total WC: 71,898

Summary: When your grandfather leaves you the deed to his small farm in your old hometown, you decide to leave your city life behind and care for it in his memory. The town holds potential for reopening old wounds and forcing you to face all your regrets. With one grumpy farmer who seems to have a personal vendetta against you and the bustling metropolis you used to call home behind you, you’re ready to delve into whatever it takes to have a successful farm and find somewhere you can truly call home.

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Summer

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Autumn

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Winter

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Spring

Epilogue

Meet Minnie!: art by @bluebellhairpin

Meet the Farmer:

character sheet by @bakugotrashpanda

[whats-her-quirk]

COMFORT SCENARIOS FOR THE WIFE

Duh it’s Katsu, yeah? And also duh it’s going for car rides.

But usually during these car rides I’m quiet and looking out the window and just vibing to the music. But there are sometimes when the playlist just hits different and I’ll sing a bit to myself while watching out the window. And I always think about how I don’t sing infront of people because I’m self conscious and Katsu knows that so he always turns the music down just a bit so that he can hear me without bringing attention to it.

Or when I’m in the shower and singing to myself sometimes he’ll prop himself on the wall outside of the bathroom for just a bit to silently listen to me.

He never tells me he does this but I know and we never talk about it. But it’s sweet that he likes to hear me sing. 😬

send me your comfort scenarios