Outside All Night // Sero Hanta

this was funnier in my head

Dekusquad but as what I imagine them to have on their keys :)

HII NEW MOOTIEE💋💋

HIII IRAA HOW ARE U

Wait I wanna Marry your theme ( sorry for the spam it’s JUST SO AMAZING)

they grow up so fast… 😖😖😖

my mysterious persona (i never had) has faded…

abt me post is up !!!

Who are your fav MHA characters😼

guys believe it or not izuku midoriya is my goat and forever will be!

my poster ^^ he’s literalllly majestic!

kirishima is a close second and then hanta

honorable mentions: tokoyami, mirio, rody, kyoka

OMGGG Clairo, the men I trust, pinkpanteress and KALI UCHIS MENTIONEDDD

YESSS YK HOW I GET DOWNNN 😛 does the one and only willow have any song artist suggestions

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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bf!kiri thoughts..

authors note: not sure if this is a drabble or headcanons.. but!!! i love boyfriend kiri like ugh i have so many more hc..if u guys wanna hear more please tell me..also requests r open for kiri content <3 m.list

bf!kiri who hits the gym religiously, but when he skips a session? You can bet he's compensating by hoisting you over his shoulders, settling you right atop his neck. His large hands grip your thighs firmly, and if that’s not enough, he’ll have you sitting criss-cross applesauce, eagerly sharing all the latest gossip. As He grunts through the effort, still managing to respond with playful affirmations like “Oh yeah, babe” or “That guy’s a bum.” And don’t even get him started on your exes—he has plenty to say about them!

bf!kiri who twirls around the room with you to Sabrina Carpenter, belting out silly lyrics using your pink hello kitty hairbrush as a microphone, And when 2000s emo bands come on? .. safe to say the neighbors are calling in for a noise complaint!

bf!kiri who loves having you ride him in the car, one hand splayed across your back while the other grips the soft flesh of your thigh. If you tire, he’ll bounce you up and down, showering you with praise about how well you're doing—even though he’s doing most of the work.

bf!kiri who tenderly asks, “Want me to hide it?” whenever tears spill down your cheeks. He cups your face with one hand and gently covers your eyes with the other, shielding your tears because he knows how much you despise them.

bf!kiri who crumples to the floor in embarrassment, face aflame as he curls into a fetal position, hiding his face from you, whenever you called him by his first name for the first time.

bf!kiri who showers you in incessant praise until you're left breathless and soaked; his mouth alone sends you spiraling over the edge (in more ways then one), he’ll coo sweet nothings into your ear and sloppy kisses on your neck, while holding your trembling body as you come off the aftershocks of pleasure.

bf!kiri who wears his “I love my girlfriend” shirt religiously—seriously, it never leaves his body.

bf!kiri who concocts “potions” (as he calls it) from all your shower products, emerging with soapy flat hair and a towel draped loosely  around his frame as he eagerly asks you to rate his potions (don’t worry; he always stocks your shower full when he's done).

bf!kiri who is impossibly clingy—so glued to your side that when you're together in bed, he buries his head beneath your shirt. He’d crawl under your skin if he could. 

In the shower?,  don’t worry he’ll sit on the toilet, handing you any  products you need,  while recounting his day. For gods sake, this man will drench himself in your perfume while you're away because he misses you so much.

p.s i wrote this in like 15 mins and hate it.

silly expressions with kirishima!