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[seumyo]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI ⭑.ᐟ THE FIRST FALL OF SNOW

Pro Hero Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight in the public’s eye, is finally on his way home. The moment he clocked out, he was Bakugou Katsuki.

The apartment door swung open, and Bakugou trudged inside, every step weighed down by the exhaustion of the day. His back ached from the relentless action-packed hours at work (somehow, during the holidays, villains were at their peak action), and the chill of winter clung to his skin, even through the layers of his winter gear earlier. He’d been looking forward to collapsing onto the bed and shutting the world out for the rest of the night.

He let out a grunt of frustration, yanking his scarf off as he called out, “I’m home.”

Bakugou was greeted by your voice. Too chipper, as if you had something planned.

“Perfect timing! Go change into something warm; we’re going out!” you said, a spark of excitement lighting up your tired features. You had on your favorite scarf and coat, your cheeks flushed from the cold air that must’ve blown in while you’d been waiting for him.

Bakugou frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re kidding, right? It’s freezing, and I just got home.”

“I’m not kidding.” Your smile widened, undeterred by your husband’s gruffness. “You need to relax, and I need to check out the sale on the market. We’re going downtown, just for a little bit. Please?”

“No,” he scoffs.

“Come on, Katsuki,” you pleaded. “You’re always working, and I’ve been stuck inside all day. Just a quick trip downtown to relax. Please?” You pouted slightly as you repeated the request, though your tone remained playful, knowing it would chip away at his defenses.

“Can’t we relax here? You know, like normal people?”

“Normal is boring. We can relax after we go out and see the town. Please? I’ll make dinner when we get back!”

Dammit, you knew how to pull at his strings.

Bakugou groaned, tugging at the tight fabric of his jacket. He hated the cold, hated the thought of walking around aimlessly in weather that bit at his skin. But as he looked at you—your hopeful expression, the way your eyes sparkled with the promise of something simple yet special—he sighed, already knowing he couldn’t refuse.

Knowing he’d already lost, he crossed his arms. He’d always had a soft spot for you (you must’ve put a curse on him once he gave you his valid “I do” at the altar, he thinks), and no amount of exhaustion could override the tug in his chest when you looked at him like that.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “But you’re carrying the hot chocolate if we get any.”

Your grin was instant, and you tugged at his arm. “Deal. Now hurry up and get dressed into something warmer before I change my mind.”

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The streets of Musutafu were already in the holiday spirit, and it was only the first of December. The glow of streetlights reflected off frosted windows, and the faint scent of roasted chestnuts wafted through the air—it was a scent to appreciate. Bakugou’s hands were stuffed deep in his pockets, his scarf pulled high over his face, as he grumbled every so often about the cold or his aching shoulders.

“This better be worth it,” he grumbled, kicking a stray piece of ice off the sidewalk.

“It is worth it,” you countered, practically skipping beside him. “You’ve been so stressed lately, and this is exactly what you need—some fresh air and a change of scenery.”

“I’d rather have fresh air from our bedroom.”

You shot him a playful glare. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah, and you’re a pain,” he shot back, though his lips twitched upward just slightly.

It’s also a good thing that not many were wanting his autograph or a picture because Bakugou was not in the mood to entertain anyone aside from you.

You led him to a small square near the center of town, where festive decorations were strung across trees and lampposts. Children bundled up in cute, thick winter clothes ran around as their fits of giggles filled the air, and vendors sold warm snacks and drinks from cozy stalls. You tugged him toward one of the benches, your excitement bubbling over.

“Look at this place! Isn’t it beautiful?”

Bakugou looked around, taking in the bustling scene. He begrudgingly admitted to himself that it wasn’t half bad—but he’d never say it out loud. Instead, he just shrugged. “It’s alright.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re impossible to impress.”

“Not true,” he said, smirking slightly. “You impressed me.”

“Ok, sap,” you snorted, though you were quick to hide how it made you feel all giddy. “And did you know that—”

And Bakugou could only listen to you with his brows slightly knitted to an unamused expression, though he didn’t want to burst your bubble even if he was exhausted.

Without even noticing at first, the first snowflake fell, soft and delicate, landing on your scarf. You stopped mid-sentence, glancing up as more began to drift down, tiny, icy kisses from the sky. Bakugou paused too, his eyes narrowing as a flake landed on his nose.

“It’s snowing,” you murmured, a note of wonder in your voice.

Bakugou squinted up at the sky, unimpressed. “Great. Now it’s even colder.”

You ignored him, stepping slightly into the open square, your head tilted back as you let the snowflakes land on your hair and cheeks. Your face lit up with childlike wonder, and for a moment, Bakugou was suddenly reminded how lucky he was to be married to you.

Bakugou watched you silently, his hands still stuffed in his pockets. You looked radiant, the soft glow of the snow reflecting off your skin, your cheeks flushed from the cold. Your lips parted slightly as you caught a snowflake on your tongue, and you laughed softly at the sensation.

His chest tightened, his earlier complaints fading into nothing. The aches, the cold, his uncomfortable winter clothes—none of it mattered. All he saw was you.

You turned back to him, your smile warm and teasing. “You’re just going to stand there and sulk, or are you going to enjoy this with me?”

He huffed, walking toward you. “I’m not sulking,” he muttered.

“Sure, sure.” You reached out and grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers through his. “Come on, Katsuki. Isn’t this beautiful?”

He looked at you, at the way your eyes shimmered with glee, the way you smiled despite the cold nipping at their noses. “Yeah,” he said softly, surprising even himself. He’s most likely referring to you rather than the scene before him, more likely. “It is.”

“Wait, are you actually admitting you like something?”

“So? I like you, and we’re married. It’s not that shameful to admit the obvious, dummy.” He grumbled, though his hand tightened around yours.

“Not that! I meant it’s snowing; isn’t it beautiful?”

“Could care less about shaved ice falling from the sky.”

“Boo, you’re no fun,” you stuck your tongue out at him, and Bakugou did the same, which made you laugh.

You two stood there for a while, watching the snow fall around you, the rest of the world fading into the background. For once, Bakugou wasn’t thinking about work, stress, or anything else. All he could focus on was the woman beside him and how, for the first time in a long time, everything felt just right.

And even though Bakugou still hated the cold, he found himself thinking that maybe, just maybe, winter wasn’t so bad after all—because it meant moments like this. Moments with you.

It must’ve been Christmas magic to see you during the first fall of snow, taking his breath away with how you looked, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything this damned world had to offer.

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[what-even-is-thiss]

Ways you can volunteer when you have social anxiety

Hi, I know some of you feel motivated to organize and volunteer with the recent everything but as someone with an anxiety disorder I know the struggle. I’ve been volunteering sporadically since I was a teen and not all of it requires face to face to contact with the public. Here’s some ideas to get you started.

Cooking in kitchens and food pantries/volunteering to cook at places that have daily or weekly free or reduced cost meals like food not bombs, soup kitchens, summer or winter food trucks for low income k-12 students, religious community kitchens like at church gatherings or a Sikh langar.

Making clothing or blankets. Domestic violence shelters are often in need of these for both adults and kids. Organizations that work with foster kids are often also in need of clothing and blankets.

Contacting vendors: If you’re bad at talking to people but good at writing emails a lot of groups are in need of supplies.

Unloading trucks at stuff like food pantries and clothing drives. If possible you can request to be put in the back room or work on setup.

Just show up at the protest. Sometimes you can just stand there and be another body in the back of the crowd. That’s what I’ve done at every protest I’ve ever been in. Wear a face mask and a hat if you don’t want to be recognized. You’re sending a message just by being there.

House repair and garden planting. A lot of organizations that do this stuff will train you.

Write letters to prisoners. There’s a lot of organizations that let you do this but they’re usually specific to a local area. When I lived in Texas there was an organization that connected some classmates and I to a group of people in the local men’s prison who wanted to do a book club so we did a long distance book club with them for a few months.

After school tutoring, babysitting, religious or other types of classes for kids, etc. Some folks feel less anxious around kids and there’s plenty of opportunities to volunteer in both secular and religious capacities. You can tutor, babysit, help run classes, stuff like that. There’s also a lot of opportunities to work with foster kids without being a foster parent if that’s something you’re passionate about.

Counting money. Organizations get donations and those donations often come in the form of cash. This is the primary form of volunteer work my grandmother does for her church and some local charities. It’s a good choice if you’re someone who can’t stand for long periods of time and you’re good at basic math.

Donate blood. Yes this counts as volunteer work.

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[kithtaehyung]

minted (m) (snippet) | myg

title: minted (m) pairing: street king!yoongi x street cart vendor!reader rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , smut ; haegeum au , gang au summary: all you do is wake up, sell your fruit on the dusty streets below your flat, and go to sleep. but everything changes when a customer you always look forward to seeing turns out to be dangerous. really, really dangerous. note: again, this wasn't on the docket for 2024 until i saw one (1) mint yoongi edit on my pinterest feed💀 anyways, this is dedicated to hali @sailoryooons for ur belated bday, nary @joonary for being a cutie pie and letting me adopt the tangerine cart girl idea in general, and luce @minttangerines for ur url and for being a wonderful friend. love you all! warnings: language, violence, weapons (guns/knives/chopsticks/etc.), blood/wounds mentions, drugs, alcohol, murder, gang activity, poor reader is just trying to get through the day, mint!yoongi, haegeum!yoongi, tatted!yoongi, his eyebrow is pierced, knife held to the throat, tension, reader suffers from “my cabbages” levels of disaster, orange!jimin, fight scenes, both versions of yoongi have their own red warning labels smut warnings: to be dropped on drop day but lmfaoooo est. drop date: july 2024! teaser word count: 486 total word count: projecting 15-20k✌️

With a head full of thoughts, you stare into nothing, stirring your noodles and waiting for the heat to die down. 

Maybe you should’ve just walked a shorter distance and checked the shops you originally wanted to browse. If things went to plan, you could’ve been back home by now, freshly showered and curling up on your worn bed. 

But instead, your feet are sore, your head is anything but washed, and you have to trek home empty-handed—on the first day off you’ve had in months. 

Defeated, you sigh, going back to your bowl and watching diced vegetables swirl in aromatic broth. 

At least the food in this area seems good. And the fading decor really adds to the… 

Ambiance. 

Wait. 

You can’t pull your eyes away from the group walking in, bringing heat from the sweltering sun on their clothes and in their eyes. 

But you can only kid yourself for so long because the one that has your gaze tethered is the man in front. The one you haven’t seen in weeks. The one looking right back at you with a visage so shadowed you feel like moving tables to let him pass. 

…Yoongi? 

As he gets closer, you swallow hard, not expecting to see him and having no earthly idea what to do. 

But from the slight confusion pinching his forehead, he didn’t expect to see you, either. Which makes it even weirder when he slowly takes your chopsticks right from your fingers. 

Hold on, what—

“What are you—”

A lone, long digit over lips is the only response you get, silencing you immediately before you whip your head around to watch him rush past. 

All of them waste no time rushing up the stairs, a myriad of blues blending in with gritty paint and smoke. 

And just like that, your reunion is over. 

Home. You need to go home. Leave, leave, leave, because something is bound to be going down upstai—

A thud faintly shoots out into the staircase, and you spin around again in your chair, eyes snapping to the ceiling. 

Shit. 

Even though you’re on high alert, you realize with a quick sweep that no one else is noticing. Or moving. Or even paying attention to anything else but their own company. 

Does no one else care about the commotion? Do hits happen in this area that often? 

Mind running, you can’t decide what to do. Because even though Yoongi’s guys have plenty of weapons, he clearly had nothing since he needed to borrow your damn eating utensils.

Another crash rains dust on conversations around your shoulders, causing you to look up one last time. 

Go home, go home, go home. In what universe would Yoongi himself ever need your help here?

With one more look at your noodles, you curl your lips before biting a side. 

Already yelling at yourself for choosing to book it towards the back staircase.

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[evilkaeya]

skk au where they go on an abroad mission and the apartment they stay at is a pm safe house. It's mostly empty, with only the necessary furniture already set. When Dazai is on a video call with ada he ends up mentioning how empty the place is and Kenji says "buy a lot of stuff then! Plants, paintings-" and Dazai has to remind him they're not here to stay. That the mission will end in two months. There's no point and getting comfortable and attached.

By the end of two months, the apartment has more houseplants than Dazai can count with his fingers. There is a framed picture of chuuya and him smiling on his bedside stand. Chuuya feeds the local stray puppies. The kids call Dazai mummy man. The neighbours think they're newlyweds (they tried to keep a low profile and it backfired). The elderly widow living downstairs sends them biscuits every Thursday. The local vendors know Dazai doesn't eat spinach. Their clothes are mixed in the laundry basket. Dazai is starting to smell like Chuuya's soap.

They have to leave tomorrow.

[azzo0]

Pickpocket

Summary: You often pickpocket people in hopes of finding a silver or two. You land a jackpot, but the person you've recently pickpocketed from happens to be Prince Bakugo.

Pairing: Bakugo x f!reader

Part 2; Part 3

Every now and then, Prince Bakugo liked going undercover in a cloak and a piece of cloth covering the lower half of his face. He enjoyed going to the marketplace without people cheering, bowing, scurrying away and staring at him. He felt more free this way.

He took his time passing by the stalls, Kirishima following not far behind to make sure the prince was safe. Although Bakugo preferred to spend his time in peace and quiet, sometimes he liked the chaos of the weekend market. Vendors shouting slogans of drop in prices, confectioners shoving sweets into his hands in hopes he'd buy some, old ladies fighting each other over who picked up the pumpkin first, kids running around and crashing into his legs. Bakugo loved watching it all unravel from the background instead of being the centre of attention. 

His favourite stall was the one selling artefacts and used items. If it was his lucky day, Bakugo would be able to buy a rare stone or an ancient dagger. Once he even found a dragon tooth from that stall. He stood by the stall, eyes skimming through the items the old man had available. Seemed like he didn't have anything eye-catching today. 

He was about to step away to leave when someone bumped into his chest. He looked down to see you tear your face away from his chest and step away to glare daggers at him. Bakugo took a moment to let your features in, his eyes darting up and down your figure once. He could tell you weren't exactly from the richest part of the city with your tunic that was losing its colour. It must've been a navy blue colour when it was brand new. He noticed the assortment of knives sitting on your waist. Maybe you were a hunter's daughter?

"Watch where you're going, you old man!" You hissed at him. Bakugo was taken aback. You were the one that bumped into him, and now you were telling him to watch where he was going and had the nerve to call him an old man? Hillarious.

"I ain't the one that bumped into you," he scoffed. "And we're the same age, sweetheart." 

"Well, too bad you look like a creepy old man covered up like that." You snorted. Bakugo's eyes lingered on your face, amused. Were you snarky like that all the time? Did you have any idea that you were talking to the prince? 

"You don't know who yer talkin' to, brat." Bakugo leaned by the stall, a devilish smile under his mask as he watched you roll your eyes skywards. 

"Oh, yeah? Don't go around pretending like you're some prince." You sneered. Bakugo couldn't help but snicker. If only you knew. He let you purposely bump into his shoulder as you walked past him, his head turning in your direction. Now, he was going to make sure to come here again next weekend so he could catch a glimpse of your bratty face.

"Ready to leave?" Kirishima asked, now standing beside him. 

"Yeah." 

On their way back to the castle, Bakugo found a boy sitting on the dirty roadside with a cup in front of him. Despite how fast the country was recovering from war, there were still people suffering from its aftermath. His hand reached into his pocket, searching for his coin bag. He frowned when he didn't feel it in either of his pockets. 

"What's wrong?" Kirishima asked.

"Lost my coin bag," Bakugo tried recalling where he might have lost it. He didn't make any purchases at the market, so he didn't take it out. There weren't any holes in his pockets either. Then he smirked, remembering you bumping into him. It was odd how he standing by the stall, and you still bumped into his chest. 

"That damn brat." He didn't need to visit the weekend market again because he'd be seeing you at the castle very soon when his guards brought you to him.

[a-certain-romance]

(Heads up reader has a dick) thinking about ei and miko (separate) meeting you after moved to Inazuma to start a new life and them falling head over heels for you.

Thinking about the rollercoaster of emotions they feel when you bring your child to meet them for the first time.

How Ei would be trying her hardest not to scare the little one and Miko would tone down the teasing a bit.

Everything seems fine until your Ex tries to win you back. They try everything to woo you back into their arms, even going so far as to offer to have another child together. Of course this doesn’t work and you stay with your new lover but your Ex doesn’t give up.

This leaves your current s/o jealous and needy. You being the good partner that you are offer to prove that your Ex means nothing to you anymore by treating your new lover to a romantic week long vacation where you intend to not only remove any doubt from their minds but also fuck them until their bellies swell with you babies

Characters/Ships: Ei & Miko x fem!reader (separate)

Warnings: fem!reader has a cock, Jealousy (both), riding (Ei), breeding (both)

A/N: sorry I’m answering this so late!! Regardless was fun to write especially the fluff

Watching Ei bond with the child was interesting to say the least. She was more scared of the child than the other way around. Being in a 500 year meditation sadly didn’t do her any favors socially. Your child however had no fear whatsoever and gladly welcomed Ei with open arms. Though surprised at this, Ei slowly began to soften around the kid as you and her got closer. She would always engage in small conversations about school, life in Inazuma, and eventually their love for sweets. They shared a strong desire for dango and it became a weekly occurrence for you three to go into the city and buy some from the local vendors. Normally, you would’ve insisted on paying for their treats, but having your clueless and powerful archon around gets you a lot of stuff for free.

Things felt perfect between the three of you. You finally found someone who has your best interests at heart. But the one thing that threatened your family was your ex. One confrontation from them made Ei’s blood boil. A vacation was just what you needed to spend some quality time away with only your lover (and to make sure she doesn’t unleash her Musou no Hitotachi on them).

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Now, away from the world, Ei feels better about confiding in you. “My love?” she starts. “It has been a long time since I’ve felt for someone so strongly. And seeing that love be threatened, it…it reminded me that not everything is eternal.” She frowns, sitting next to you on the bed. Ei takes your hands in hers.

“Let me give you everything. Allow me take care of you tonight.” She kisses you deeply, all the while she takes off both your clothes. Ei lays you down on the bed and makes sure you’re comfortable before moving on top you.

Ei sucks in a breath before sinking down, spreading her legs to accommodate you as she carefully penetrates herself. Her folds hug your cock so deliciously. Oh how pretty she looks taking all of you. How did you get so lucky? You whisper soft reassurances into her ear as she adjusts to the length. “Ready to start moving?”

Ei nods, a pleasured sigh escaping her lips as she sets the pace. Her body moves wildly against you. Her breasts jiggle with every bounce while her hips ram into yours repeated. The pleasure has her seeing stars; thus shutting her brain off instantly. But for Ei, it isn’t enough.

Through the haziness Ei surges forward so that her chest presses against yours. She towers over your body—arms on either side of your head to stabilize herself—and kisses you senselessly. “Please, please Ei,” you beg, “let me fill you up. Let me fill you with my seed, make you mine.”

Head fuzzy from lust, her hips thrust down harder, making the tip of your cock slam against her cervix again and again. Your warm essence floods her pussy, forming a white ring around the base of your cock. Ei exhaustedly rests her head under your chin and your fingers are quick to card through her hair.

“I’m so lucky to have you. You’ll be the perfect mom.”

Imagine your kid and Miko teaming up to pull pranks around the shrine and Inazuma city. If you were to find out about any of their schemes Miko would always be the one to persuade you to let them off the hook just this once (for the nth time). And although she can have a busy work schedule, you’re always welcome to let your child explore the shrine if any work emergencies come up. Miko would watch in amusement as your child talks the ear off the fortune teller despite her seething expression or play with the foxes under the sakura trees. She even gives your child treats to feed the furry little animals and teaches them where they like to be scratched or pet. It’s all fun and games until the child uses those same tactics on Miko herself.

Miko trusts your ability to stand up to your ex since they’ve reappeared in your life. But a little intimidation could never hurt. One night Miko came home with the smuggest smile on her face, and the next few days contact with your ex ceased to exist. You don’t know what Miko had done to scare them off, but you knew that you wanted to thank her with a short weekend trip.

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“Look at you, are you close already?” she teases. The sound of your skin slapping against hers echoes throughout the large hotel room. Miko all but dragged you inside the second you two checked into the resort.

“I can’t help it… I missed being inside you.“ you reply through a moan.

“Such a desperate little thing,” Miko husks, “so needy for me and only me.” Her nails scratch the back of your head, maneuvering you so that your lips are pressed to her neck. “You should mark me more often. Maybe then that woman would’ve stoped while she was ahead,” Miko tsks bitterly. An idea pops into her head. Or perhaps, you could do something a little more permanent.

Miko’s legs wrap securely around you. Your hips stutter as your strokes of your dick, ready to pull out before it’s too late, plunge deeper than you were expecting. Miko’s eyes glow brilliantly, and her nails claw into your back to pull your body against hers. “You better not stop fucking me,” she warns. “You’re either going to cum inside me or not at all.”

“But if I don’t pull out—“ “I don’t want you to.” she admits in a pleading tone. The image of her carrying your next child (or perhaps children considering she’s a kitsune) had been stuck in your mind for weeks. You certainly weren’t opposed to her insistence. Not when her walls felt so perfect enveloping around your length.

A desperate, frustrated whine leaves her lips. “Please, archons, just finish inside me!” She begs. And as much as you would have loved to hear that breathy whine of hers beg just a little bit more, you comply, and thrust deeper into her. Miko babbles incoherent curses as she feels you pulsating within her. She arches when your release shoots deep inside. Surly your load should do the trick. But just for good measure…

“Again.”