OMMGGG BLOOM YOUR KIRISHIMA FIC IS SO SO CUTE ISHSJSJSHSHSJSHSHBS

fem!kamibaku request 🌸

literally me with hanta but i have only one work of him

before i started writing for mha i was sad at the lack of amajiki content here and i was like. i will make things Right. i will be an amajiki light of hope in the dark abysmal drought. and look at me now… not one amajiki smau. i need to correct this issue

Thinking with your heart.

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himiko who loves the way you let her indulge. she’ll find ways to curl around you, trace kisses into your skin, and delicately play with your hair any chance she gets. the way you amusedly smile at her has her melting into you all the more.

spontaneously, she’ll buy you all your favourite cakes and desserts, just to satiate her desire to see your delighted face. if she only she could plaster that sight onto every wall in the world, she would do it without a doubt. unfortunately, she knows her limits, so she’ll just have to stick with her lock screen.

she picks up the same hobbies as you, date nights in your room, to hear your elated voice fill out the space. you could talk for days, or throw her into every hobby in the world, and she still wouldn’t get bored with you around.

with tangled legs, she’ll bask in the way you nip at her jaw, and bury your head into her blonde hair. you’re warm, so deliciously warm. she’ll say something silly just to hear you giggle and shut her up with a kiss. because, as much as she likes to lose herself in you, she revels in the fact that you do the same.

rue requests poly shigadabi please and thank you meow i love you

there’s a reason i asked for this fanart…… woof meow

written under the cut (🙄🙄)

"tomura," your teeth are gritted tight enough to feel your jaw ache, "you need to actually try walking."

instead, his arm slings around your shoulders tighter. he stumbles beside you, heavy footsteps make it clear he's more than just buzzed. you probably should've stopped him a couple drinks ago-- but he was having fun. and tomura had always told you that he could handle his alcohol.

that was a lie.

to be fair, dabi's not doing much better. he is atleast walking by himself; but he sways from side to side every so often and when he pauses to look back at you and tomura he stumbles on the balls of his feet. you think the only reason dabi is still upright is because he was given the sole responsibility to carry your heels back to the room-- drunk dabi was determined to see the task through.

tomura's nose finds your hair, his lips graze the shell of your ear when he speaks and he reeks of alcohol. "you smell good," he mumbles. his hand is heavy and all too light as it traces the curve of your hip along your dress.

"and you smell like you're plastered," you reply, grunting as you heave him over your shoulder into a better position. tomura hiccups in response-- seemingly unbothered by the action. his hand continues to travel along the slopes and curves of your figure, pressed tight due to his legs refusing to work.

"hey--" dabi turns back, his brows are knitted together into some petulant frown. your heels dangle by his middle and ring finger, and he uses them to point towards tomura in an accusing fashion. "can you wait until we're in the room before you start fondling our girlfriend?"

tomura huffs, the puff of air blowing past your ear and pushing some of your hair. "'m not fondling."

your eyes narrow as you continue forward, fixing dabi with a glare. tomura and yourself pass by him and dabi's eyes do not leave yours for a second. "don't antagonize him," your voice is low and strained with the weight of supporting tomura.

at this point, tomura's nice white dress shirt is loose-- the tie is unknotted and dangles against his chest. he stole a hairtie from your purse earlier and pulled his hair up, but some strands still hang in front of his eyes. dabi's halfway undressed as well-- the sleeves of the turtleneck are pushed up to his elbows and he's untucked from the slacks you picked out for him earlier.

and it was a simple PLF event. it was supposed to be.

the skin of your ass is suddenly warm-- dabi's hand is firm on the opposite cheek where you aren't carrying tomura. your cheeks flush-- but your embarassment is outweighed with mild irritation. before you can open your mouth to scold him, dabi's head dips next to yours. his breath is warm, and while both men smell heavily of alcohol, dabi has that lingering smoky scent that mixes a little too well.

"if he gets to touch you, so do i," he mumbles into your ear. there's an underlying command in his tone and it forces your mouth to stay shut.

whatever, you're thinking to yourself. whatever gets us to the room faster and in one piece.

with these two idiots, that statement proved harder than you truly thought it was. at least either of them won’t remember a thing in the morning.

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my mysterious persona (i never had) has faded…

abt me post is up !!!

hehe

ok what happened to lina :(((

honeslty i’m so shocked that my “shared spaces” smau has more likes than my “melodies of us” smau cus i like the melodies of us one SM more.

like it’s funnier to me

father daughter bonding time