Tahojiki - Ara !

Grrr predaking,,,,

after all these years...finally...A SERVAMP WRITER!

I'm not sure if you still write for it though but if so can i have Kuro and Tsubaki (separate) with a shapeshifter reader who sometimes shapeshift to a cat to cuddle them when they turn to their animal form in the morning?

It's been a while since I've posted anything! Hope you like it^^ I'm sorry if it's kinda short

Kuro is surprised when you first shapeshift into a cat to cuddle him - he usually is the one who does this, so he's a little embarassed when you imitate him. He is the one who is supposed to use his cute little appearance as a cat to bewitch you, not the other way round. Despite being a bit frustrated, he really likes it though, it's just unexpected. What he really found unexpected and new was the sensation of feeling's someone's warmth in the morning, not being left alone - he doesn't know how to express how he feels the same way, so he just appears to be almost bothered by you waking him up or jokes about it. He isn't going to show that he appreciates it at all. It will take him some time to get used to it - he is even scared to use his cat form, thinking it would mean catching your attention more, and goes as far as avoiding shapeshifting as much as he can. Mahiru thinks it's silly of him to act this way when you were just trying to be nice to him. Kuro wonders why in the first place you'd even be trying to please him, but can't manage to find an answer so he ends up going with flow. He can transform into a cat and so do you, so why isn't he acting the same way towards you? As soon as he is feeling a little mischievous, you will be the one waking up while being cuddled by a cute little cat who won't stop meowing unless you start cuddling him too. Mahiru now has to deal with two cats being silly in his house.

Tsubaki is incredibly when he wakes up hugging a cat. He didn't remember having a cat at all. When he realizes it's not an average cat but it's you, he bursts out laughing. It's not the craziest thing he has ever done or witnessed so he doesn't have much to say regarding you shapeshifting. He can shapeshift into a fox so you are even. Whenever you turn into a cat he finds it overly amusing - even in front of his subclasses he can't help but laugh loudly - and if he is feeling particularly in the mood he may decide to turn into a fox too, so you can play and bother his subclasses together. Though, what he grows into loving the most are those mornings when he wakes up just to find you embracing him despite how small as a cat you are compared to him. Those are the moments he feels desired and loved, not just an unknown sibling with abandonment issues and without a place to go. It's just a small sign of affection, but to him everything matters the world.

Have a mirage drawing while I work on some miroah doodles

No, but imagine cock warming Grimmjow while he purrs into the crock of your neck, too ashamed to move an inch, too cocky to admit how good it feels, and too disturbed by the intense need to chase the best part of this very human deed.

I love that we made a 30 yr old man a bbyg

I completely love my bbg

My 30 yro baby girl

Small shout out to @ifjgh for their bby SirNightEye lmaooo

I wuv Fatgum so much yall

Hello, can I request headcanons of Tamaki with a gn reader who often feels very lonely, and whose love languages are quality time, physical touch & words of affirmation? (I'm sorry if this is too sad or too much. You don't have to write this if you don't want to <3)

synopsis: a sfw requested variety piece of the love languages of tamaki amajiki with a gn! reader.

warnings: gn!reader, love languages (words of affirmation, physical touch, quality time), bouts of loneliness, some sadness, talks of dates and days off, a cute lil kiss, tamaki and reader are together in this (i hope that's okay!), tamaki works with fatgum at the agency alot, mirio togata mention!

a/n: this lifted my spirits more than you'll ever know (i got so teary-eyed writing these cute lil love languages and my life's been so full of love lately, so it was even more meaningful writing these headcanons!) wc: 800ish. m.list

divider credit: @benkeibear & @firefly-graphics

•┈••✦ tamaki would always be busy, but he would try his best to make time for you– whether it’d be a day off to relax in the dorms with you or to go out on a quiet date and shop some with you. he’d definitely use that time to make sure you’re feeling loved and taken care of, holding your every word so attentively and letting you vent if need be.

•┈••✦ when he’d come home late, tamaki would be so tired from his missions but he’d still have enough energy to kiss you goodnight and snuggle beside you in bed. the endearing feeling of him pressed up next to you made you feel all warm and cozy and sometimes he’d even wrap his arm around you. no words would really have to be spoken, just small intimacies to let you know he was still there with you. 

•┈••✦ sometimes when he noticed your seclusion creeping up your demeanor, he’d sit by you and pull you into an awkward embrace– hoping to ward off some of the darkness that resided in your head. his hands would immediately flatten against the small of your back and you’d feel the small circles that he massaged into it subconsciously; a reminder that he genuinely means to show affection even if it doesn’t quite come out the right way. 

•┈••✦ he’s normally not one to be very vocal about things, but every once in a while, when you’re feeling down– his voice would ring through the air with a quiet affirmation of ‘you’re so good to me, i don’t know how i’d get by without you being here,’ or a gentle ‘you mean a lot to me, even if i don’t say it often– just needed to let you know, y/n.’ you’d chalk it up to mirio giving him the motivation (courage more like) to say those sweet things, but it still made you all teary-eyed. 

the dorms seemed lonely nowadays, with tamaki joining fatgum on his missions. it wasn’t like he could help it, the agency he worked for was very busy with missions and you’d often get trapped in a sense of longing whenever he had to leave you behind due to an occurrence happening in another district. 

the sofa you sat on had room for two– but it was only occupying the space, your arms folding against your knees as you curled in on yourself. tamaki, of course, had a mission and you didn’t know if he was going to be back anytime soon so you decided to just order in and watch your favorite show for a while; though the television just felt like static to your dulled mind. 

you didn’t know when you fell asleep, maybe it was when a character on your show had been given a hug goodbye or when the moon hung high in the sky, the stars bright from the big window that sat across from you. a soft hand lulled you from your sleep and you opened your eyes groggily– being met with tamaki sitting in front of you with a small smile, his head slightly tilted.

“tamaki…” you said groggily, sitting up and rub the sleep out of your eyes. you didn’t know if you were still dreaming or not, his face a little blurry from the dazed interaction. his fingers lightly caressed the back of your arm, careful not to be too rough with you as he leaned in for a greeted kiss. 

“i got off early…” he said, a hush to his voice that made you calm; it wasn’t often that he’d wake you up like this. normally, he’d let you sleep but maybe he sensed you were a bit out of sorts. “i’m also taking a day off tomorrow.” 

you looked at him properly before registering his words– he was still in his pro hero uniform, the violet visor lifted up to headband against the front of his hair and his ears tinted pink as he looked away from you towards the television. his eyes darted back towards you quickly when you opened your mouth to speak, a furrowed look overtaking your features. 

his heart raced at your worried expression, maybe he should’ve explained more– “it’s not because i got hurt or anything! i just haven’t seen you much and i wanted to spend the day with you.”

and always, without fail; when you were at your lowest, the isolation dissipated as tamaki took your hand in his to soothe you. his own nervousness would often mingle with yours, unsure of what to do besides hold you steady in his arms– but this time it seemed to come naturally as he pulled you closer into his space. 

“sometimes i feel bad that i’m always away from you– but i promise i’m going to make sure you’re never alone.”

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Assistant to the Hero Part II - Amajiki x Reader

Requested and beta'd by @fuzztacular , Part of my Follower Celebration

Part I - Masterlist

3,5 Months as his assistant

There are no more gifts on your desk.

Instead, you find them in front of your room at the most random of times.

One of your favorites, a blue piece of sea glass, sits next to your coffee cup one morning.

Amajiki’s sitting at the table just a few steps away, finishing his breakfast.

“Thank you.” You say, picking up the sea glass. He must have put it there while you went to the bathroom.

“It reminded me of you.” He says, voice almost calm.

“Because I’m blue?” You tease and hold it in front of your left eye as if to look through.

“It’s rare.” He says instead, a distant look in his eyes you cannot place.

-

Amajiki places a DVD on your desk just after lunch.

You glance down at the cover and back up to him.

“Where did you get that?”

“Mirio’s girlfriend lent it to me.”

“Why?”

He shrugs, blushing. “I told her you wanted to see it. It’s for movie night.”

“We can’t always watch what I want to see. You gotta pick the next one.”

He nods, a little smile pulling at his lips.

-

“Here.” You grab two Bento Boxes from the Fridge and present them to Amajiki. “I made us Lunch.”

“Oh?” He opens one of the Boxes. “Octopus sausage?”

“I’ll put the real thing in next time. You just have to tell me when you want Lunch and when you want to eat out, okay?”

“Yeah.” That little smile is back and you wish you could look at it a little while longer without being a creep.

-

It’s Tuesday and you’re on the Couch, hot water bottle on your stomach, chocolate open on the table in front of you.

Amajiki freezes in the doorway. “Did something happen?” He asks, whispering.

“Huh?” You look up from your book, sniffling. “Oh, no, I’m just… I’m on my period and I’m reading this book… This part is just really sad.”

“Why? What happened?”

“There’s this dog… His owner had a pet-food shop but died and he’s defending the shop in case his owner comes back…”

“And?” Amajiki’s now standing next to the Couch, peering down at you anxiously.

“The bad guys just destroyed the shop.”

“Oh no.” 

“Yeah.” You nod, wiping your eyes. “But there’s this guy, he’s a little silly, but he means well, and I think he’s going to help the dog take revenge.”

“Is he?”

“I don’t know yet, I’ve just read this, listen…”

When the chapter ends and your voice is hoarse from reading, the dog’s fate is still not decided.

It might be your Hormones speaking, but Amajiki seems interested in its fate just as much as you are so you pat the spot next to you and urge him to come closer, hold the book out so that both of you can read at once.

When it does end happy, you sink back into the cushions with a happy sigh.

“That was a good book.” Amajiki mumbles next to you.

“It was.” You hum happily, sleep pulling you in. “Do you read too?”

“Yeah.”

“What kind of stuff?” You close your eyes as you speak. Just for a second, to rest your eyes, you tell yourself.

“I can show you next time.” He offers and you nod.

“Next Tuesday, kay?” You mumble, words a little slurred.

-

4,5 Months as his assistant

You’re in the middle of making Dinner when Amajiki comes home from the gym.

“I’m going to shower.” He says right after greeting, shuffling off to the bathroom.

“Kay, but don’t take too long. I’m making Takoyaki.”

-

Dinner is the time when Amajiki is the least nervous. 

He’s usually focused on his food, doesn’t have to listen, doesn’t have to look at you and you can’t help but use this to your advantage.

It’s the only time you really get to look at him, at the little satisfied smile that curls around his lips when he likes the food or how his nose scrunches up when he’s not that fond of it. He doesn’t have the biggest appetite, but with his quirk, he likes to try new things.

Tonight, his hair is still wet from the shower, a floppy, dark mess that’s only parted by his ears.

Your eyes find them eventually, and not for the first time you wonder if they’re sensitive. They remind you of cats ears and the thought of him as a little Neko has you dig into your food, trying to calm your racing heart.

“Do you want to go out for Lunch tomorrow?” Amajiki asks, voice a little shaky.

When you look up, surprised by his sudden question, the tips of his ears are red and a blush is working its way onto his face.

“I didn’t make a Bento Box yet, so if you want to eat out, that’s no problem.”

“No, I mean, yes… but, do you want to get Lunch… together?”

You blink in surprise. A thought hits you, its implications making your heart skip before you berate yourself. No, it’s definitely not a date, don’t get ahead of yourself.

“Sure. I’d love to. Where did you want to go?”

Amajiki doesn’t talk for a moment, mouth open as if he’s still processing your answer.

“Amajiki?”

“Oh, yes.” He snaps back to himself. “There’s a new restaurant down the street. They make Butter Chicken and you mentioned you like that.”

“Oh, Butter Chicken!” You clap your hands in excitement. “You know me so well.”

He chuckles and nods, turns back to his meal.

It’s a Tuesday, and just like the weeks before, he leaves for his room right after dinner to pick out the book he wants to read tonight. He gets the snacks and the drinks, preps the living room while you do the dishes.

Tuesdays, like Fridays, have become a thing in your household. On Tuesdays you read books, on Fridays you watch a movie. He doesn’t have that many other nights that he’s consistantly home at the same time as Patrol times love to change, but you find yourself next to him at least two times more each week, trying out some new video game his best friend recommended or watching the Hero news together.

It’s cozy and it makes you feel like you’re in a relationship, making it harder and harder to keep yourself focused on the truth. He is just a friend, you’re just his roommate. And his assistant.

-

On your way out of the agency, you meet Kirishima, who beams at you.

“Hey, long time no see. How are you?”

“I’m doing great. Are you going for lunch too? We’re trying out the new restaurant down the street.”

“I-” Kirishima stutters to your surprise. When you glance at Amajiki for backup, you realize why. Amajiki’s leveling Kirishima with a glare you’ve never seen on him before.

“Everything okay, Amajiki?” He seems to snap back to himself, shaking his head a little as if to clear his mind.

“Everything fine. Sorry, I think I zoned out a little. But I think Kirishima’s already busy. He mentioned something earlier, right?”

“Right.” Kirishima clears his throat awkwardly. “But have fun, you guys.”

-

It’s awkward at first. 

You’re used to eating with him, at the kitchen table in your shared apartment, where he’s as calm and collected as he can possibly be.

But it’s different out here. 

He barely opens his mouth, even though you get the table at the back. Once, twice his hand moves across the table as if trying to touch yours but he always pulls back. 

You wouldn’t have minded his touch, not if it would make him more comfortable and even less if it meant he was that comfortable with you.  

But he doesn’t seem to dare and you don’t either.

“This was nice.” You still point out when it’s time to pay. His mouth tells you that he’s getting anxious again, that thin, wobbly line you will always be able to recognize him by. “We should do it again.”

“Really?” He asks, his eyes on your shoulder to avoid eye contact while you watch the fingers of his left-hand play with the sleeve of his cardigan on his right arm.

“Really.” You nod to emphasize your point.

When the waiter arrives with the bill, Amajiki moves to pay.

“I got it.” He points out firmly when you still grab your wallet. “It’s on me.”

“You don’t have to-” You insist, only to be interrupted.

“You two are very cute.” The waiter, a middle-aged guy, all but swoons at your sight. “First dates are so precious, am I right?” 

Amajiki blushes up to the tips of his ears, but he doesn’t deny it.

And even though it’s not real, you don’t deny it either. 

Even if it’s just a silly little fantasy, it’s nice to live in it, if only for a moment.

-

6 months as his assistant

It’s Saturday morning and the sun is peaking through the window.

You need a minute to wrap your head around the fact that you’re sleeping on the Couch.

It’s warm and comfy under the blankets and if not for your bladder screaming at you, you could stay here forever.

As you slowly work at untangling your legs from the blanket, something moves by your side. With a low groan, Amajiki lifts his head, stretches out his arm, and pulls you closer toward him, settling his face in your neck.

You freeze. Are you still asleep? Did your usual dreams become hyperrealistic all of a sudden?

But his breath tickles your skin and you can’t imagine the weight of his arm over your chest, right?

A part of yourself - the part that doesn’t need to pee - tells you to go back to sleep. You’ll never get a chance like this if Amajiki was awake.

But the larger part of yourself screams at you to get up.

If Amajiki wouldn’t do this if he was awake you have no right to use his sleeping body to cuddle. Carefully you pick up his arm and slip out from beneath it.

When he grumbles, you grab a pillow from the floor and place it where you’d been a second before.

He pulls it closer just like he did with you and digs his nose into the soft fabric.

Amajiki looks, there’s no denying it, as cute as a kitten. 

Your hand darts out before you can stop yourself, to push a stray lock of dark blue hair behind his ear. His hair is soft and he sighs at the touch, relaxing further into the pillows.

You sigh. 

“Amajiki.” You whisper. No reaction. “I’m falling in love with you.”

He lets out a tiny snore and you swallow your emotions for yet another day and turn for the bathroom. If he asks about this, you’ll deny it ever happened.

-

You wonder if he can feel it.

The shift in the air. The new awkwardness that wasn’t there before.

How your eyes seem to get stuck on his mouth whenever you talk. 

You’ve always been hyperaware of him, but this is a different level.

Your body cannot decide where it wants to be. Near him, where you can see and smell and touch him, or far far away from him where you can forget that this isn’t a thing. You’re just roommates, coworkers, maybe friends.

There’s no denying that you need a little space, so you skip lunch with him in favor of locking yourself in a bathroom stall and calling Kyoko.

“Are you sure you don’t have a chance?” She asks, always the voice of reason.

“We have a good thing going on.” You say instead. “I work for him. I don’t want to jeopardize that. I wouldn’t be able to look at myself if I was the reason he feels no longer safe at work.”

“Well, you know the theory of getting over feelings like that. But are you ready to put that into practice?”

“What do you mean?” You know exactly what she means. You just don’t want to hear it.

But Kyoko isn’t your best friend because she keeps the ugly truth to herself. 

“You will have to move out. I know that this is part of your ‘good thing’ but you cannot stay there and get over yourself. Imagine how it would be if he brought home a girl.”

Her words are like knives to your heart. Wet stains appear on your skirt and you realize that you’ve started crying, soundlessly.

You really, really, really don’t want to move out. You don’t want to lose what you have, but this is the real world. You can’t have your cake and eat it too.

“Okay.” Your voice sounds almost normal and Kyoko does not comment on it. “I’ll start looking. Talk to you soon, okay?”

“Okay. Love you, take care.”

The call ends and you lean back, rest your head on the wall, and pull your knees up to your chest. Not the most comfortable position to sit on a toilet seat, but you’re not at your most comfortable to begin with.

The door opens. You freeze, well aware of how you must look. You put on Mascara this morning, the non-waterproof-kind. You will not show yourself to anyone until your makeup is fixed.

“No one here.” A voice says from the door. “So, what’s the tea?”

“I heard Kirishima started dating someone.”

“What? No.” The first voice groans in annoyance. “I mean he was kinda silly, but he was hot. And he’s going to be one of the major sidekicks in no time. He’d earn so much money. Goodbye work, hello life of a stay-at-home girlfriend.”

“I know, right? Apparently, it’s some girl he went to school with.”

“Ugh, don’t tell me it’s that Heteromorph Pinky. He doesn’t have any taste. But what else is new?”

“Well, Suneater is dating too.” 

Your heart freezes, stops after one painful last thump. What?

“That’s old news. How long has that been going on? I told you that girl only got the job as his assistant because he told Fatgum to put her there. They’ve been dating way before she became his assistant.”

“Do you think so? They didn’t seem that close.”

“Yeah, but Kirishima was so over the moon when she got the position, I tell you that they had a thing going on. Also, remember how she told me off when I tried to talk to Suneater? I work inAccounting, my role is way more important than hers.”

“Well, cheer up.” Accounting-girl’s friend seems annoyed now. This topic must be old news too. Your mind’s still reeling from what you’ve just heard.

They think that you’re dating Amajiki? You? That you got the job because of him?

“I heard that Lemillion is going to switch to our agency. This is top secret, but apparently, he and his girlfriend broke up and he wants to put some distance between them. It makes sense for him to move to his best friend's side, right?”

“Oh, Lemillion is hot! And he makes even more money than Suneater because he knows how to talk to people. I’ll keep an eye on the books. We have to look our best when he comes in.”

Someone’s phone chimes and shortly after that, silence falls over the room. 

You’re still catching your breath, reeling from all the revelations and your heart’s reaction to it.

If you react like this to the mere mention of Amajiki dating, Kyoko is right. You need to get some distance between the two of you.

And while you don’t know how much of the other gossip you should believe, there’s a point there that you cannot deny.

Lemillion is Amajiki’s best friend. If he broke up with his girlfriend, it would make sense for him to come back, and claim his old room again. You wouldn’t put it against him to want the comfort. But you’re in the way of said comfort.

You know what you must do.

-

7 months as his assistant

Finding an apartment isn’t easy, even when you’re not picky.

You know you can’t move back to where you came from. There is no argument that Amajiki or Kirishima would believe, no reason for you to go back to that. You earn nowhere near enough to be able to afford an apartment in the district you’re living in right now, so you search a bit further away from the agency. 

With your portion of the rent being so low and Amajiki constantly demanding to pay when you go out for lunch, you’ve saved up quite a bit, but you cannot use that to pay for your rent. So you widen your search parameter even more.

When you find one apartment that’s actually feasible, it comes with a one-hour drive and the last train leaves at six. To make that, you’d have to leave early every day and while you know Fatgum won’t mind that once or twice, you can’t ask for a favor like that.

So you swallow all your pride and stop Kirishima the next time you see him.

“Hey, I… kinda need your help.”

“Oh? Sure, what do you need?”

“I…” You pull him to the side, away from possible prying ears and eyes. “I need to look for a new apartment.”

“What?” Kirishima blinks in surprise. “Why?”

“That’s… a difficult story. But do you… know, someone? Like from your class or even younger, who could need a roommate? I don’t mind cleaning and cooking if I can save on rent.”

“Sure, I mean, I know Shoji is looking for a roommate right now. But are you sure? What about Amajiki?”

“He’s fine.” You insist. “I don’t want to bother him any longer.”

“Bother… him?” Something seems to click in Kirishima’s mind, but whatever it is, it clicked the wrong way. 

“I’ll talk to him.” He insists, his voice way too determined.

“What? No, Kirishima, that’s not-”

“I thought he was a good guy.” He’s not listening to you, arms hardened as he moves past you. Your grip just slips off and all you can do is run after him.

You find Amajiki in his office, alone, thank god.

“Amajiki!” Kirishima’s voice booms through the room and you throw the door closed in the hopes of avoiding a scandal. 

“Keep your voice down.” You tell him, but he won’t listen.

Amajiki looks confused. Not scared, which you’re thankful for, but confused. And you can understand that. You’re confused as well.

“What’s going on, Kirishima?”

“How can you treat her that way?!” Kirishima asks, pointing at you. You blink back.

“What are you talking about?” You ask, face burning as Amajiki look over, worry evident in his eyes.

“When you started dating, I told you that if you hurt her, I’ll make sure you hurt even more. Kicking her out? That’s hurting her.”

“What the-” You start, but stop when Kirishima lunges over Amajiki’s desk.

“ENOUGH!” You yell, and to your surprise, Kirishima freezes for the first time since he’s started down this path of whatever he’s trying to achieve.

“WHAT?” He asks, clearly unhappy about your interruption.

“We are not dating!” You point out. “And even if we were, you have no right to play big brother.”

“We’re… not… dating?” Amajiki’s voice is low and quiet, but it still manages to cut through the tense atmosphere like a butcher’s knife.

It’s your turn to freeze, to have trouble breathing. 

Amajiki looks confused, Kirishima looks confused and well, you’re not sure what you’re looking like, but you definitely feel confused. 

“I-” You start. “What?”

“Well, my bad.” Kirishima holds up his hand defensively, waves them around as he chuckles awkwardly. “I’ll… I guess I’ll let you two talk this out. If you need me, I’ll be back at my desk and… uh, if you need Shoji’s info, let me know.” He backs out of the room with a tense smile on his face, leaving you and Amajiki to stare at each other.

Well, you stare at each other’s bodies, avoiding eye-contact, but you’re used to that by now.

-

In the end it's the realization that avoiding eye contact might have gotten you into this mess that has you look straight at him. He’s blushing and you feel a little sorry, but you need to make sense of this situation.

“Amajiki?” You ask, voice soft. “Can you tell me why you thought we were dating? I won't be mad, I promise.”

He shrugs and looks down at his shoes. You wait, well aware that he probably needs a few moments to gather himself. 

“Washio-san said you liked me too.” He starts, confusing you even more. Washio-san? Wait, you liked him too?

But before you can ask, he speaks on.

“She said that I should make sure to give you enough attention. And… and that girls like gifts. So I got you stuff, you know.”

“Oh my god.” You whisper, realizing that he's referring to the little trinkets he’d brought in ever since you started working for him.

Wait, if Washio-san was aware-

“Does… does Fatgum know?

“Of course.” Oh my god. “I told him… when you reciprocated.”

You're left stunned and he adds softly: “You brought me that pebble.”

“But we never… I mean, we didn't…” You press your hands together for a lack of words. He seems to understand nonetheless, flushing profusely.

“Mirio said… he said… well, I asked and he… not everyone liked doing… that… I thought you were not into it. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Oh. My. God.”

Silence falls over the room as you process things.

By the time you come back to reality - your stomach rather forcefully reminds you that you haven't eaten yet, your lunch break wasted on… more pressing matters - Amajiki has drawn into himself. He's sitting at his desk, seemingly occupied by a file, but you can tell he's not reading. 

You swallow your nerves and get up, walk over to his desk until you are right next to him. You push your back into the desk but instead of facing him directly, you focus on the tip of his left ear. It's flushed, the bright red a stark contrast to his dark hair.

“I have had a crush on you for ages.” You confess, forcing your voice to stay calm. “I didn't want to ask for the role as your assistant because in the end, you need to be comfortable with who you are working with, but I was hoping I would get it. Kirishima and I celebrated when I got the job, he might have… he might have told you.” You swallow thickly.

“I don't know if boy crushes are the same but girls… we tend to think that we’re not good enough. It paints everything in a different light. You ask me out on a date and I think you can’t possibly mean that, that you want to be just friends.”

He’s stiff as a board, but he doesn't speak up, so you continue. He told you his side of the story, so you owe him as much.

“If you're still up for it… I’d love to date you. For real this time.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, voice the tiniest bit wobbly.

“Absolutely.” You nod to emphasize your point and slide your hand across the table until it knocks into his. “And I do like… to do… that.” His hand grips yours, warm and strong, fits around yours like it was meant for that. 

Your heart beats loudly in your ears as you lean in, waiting for him to stop you but he doesn't. Your temple touches his, warm skin against warm skin. His eyes are wide open, his skin is flushed. You don't kiss, don't need to. It's enough for now to share your breath, share the warmth and the knowledge of your feelings.

“I really, really like you.” You point out, exhilarated when his lips pull into a smile that can only be described as giddy.

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9 months as his assistant/girlfriend

The bed is way too warm to leave it, even though your bladder insists on doing just that.

Tamaki is spooning you, his face hidden against your shoulder blades, his messy bed head tickling your skin.

You drag your fingers across the arm that's holding you close. It's the softest of touches, barely enough to register in Tamaki's sleepy brain. But it works and his grip goes slack. You roll out of it, hand already in his hair when the absence of your warmth has him pout, even deeply asleep as he is now. He curls into himself in a matter of seconds, pout still on his face even as he starts snoring.

The shirt he wore yesterday still hangs on his desk chair and you slip into it. You don't want to give your new roommate nightmares.

When you step out of the bathroom, you're welcomed by the clattering of dishes and the smell of fresh waffles.

"Morning." You greet Shoji, who nods back.

He moved in two weeks ago when it became clear that he couldn't find a roommate and Tamaki wouldn't let you sleep in your own bed anyway. He insisted on sound proofing both bed rooms before moving in, but he's a quiet and friendly guy and you definitely do not mind his expertise in the kitchen.

"I have patrol today." Shoji points out minutes later, putting the waffles on three plates while you pour coffee into cups and do your best in putting the blueberries on the plates instead of into your mouth. "I'll be home late."

"Okay. I'm making curry tonight, I'll put your portion to the side."

He nods and smiles, before muttering: "Amajiki just woke up."

"How did you hear-" You start before you can see it too. Tentacles crawl over the floor, their movement sluggish but their goal clear.

You barely manage to jump to the side and put the coffee pot away before one snatches your legs and pulls.

"Good grief, Tamaki! I'm holding coffee!"

"Come back to bed!" You can barely make out his whining, but you know him by now, have learned quite a bit in the past two months.

There's nothing quite as unfiltered as Tamaki when he's barely awake.

And there's nothing quite as needy as him when he wakes up without you by his side.

"See you." Shoji puts your plates and coffee cups on a serving tray and holds it out for you. You're still struggling with the tentacles wrapped around your bare legs.

"Pull your tentacles back or I'll drink my coffee without you." You try to sound like you mean it, but you've always been an awful actress.

When you get back to the room, Tamaki's spread out on the bed, the arm that produced the tentacles reaching toward the door.

"I don't like waking up without you." He complains as he gets rid of the tentacles. You put the tray on his nightstand and slip into bed, press your now cold toes against his warm legs.

"Like you're already awake." You tease and he grumbles and mumbles, hides his face in your neck. He's on his best way to fall asleep again.

Just as you feel his body going slack, Tamaki moves again. He wakes like a cat, you learned, his nose often awake before the rest of his body follows. Or, like this time, his nose is not willing to go to sleep again.

“Waffles?” He asks, eyes closed. “Blueberries?” 

“And some apple and pear slices.” You point out, kiss the side of his mouth when he tries to move past you to get to the good stuff. His lips pull into a lazy smile and he cuddles back into you, heavy and warm and oh so relaxed.

“Feed me?” He asks. 

You snort but press a warm piece of waffle against his lips, only to kiss the leftover syrup off his lips.

“I could get used to that,” you mumble and he nods and hums and pulls you closer, always closer. 

“Please do.”

...

Half an hour later, when the coffee has trickled into his system and his anxiety is awake again, he's hiding his face against your neck for a different reason.

"I can never show my face again." He insists. "That was so embarassing. What did Shoji think of me, using my quirk for personal gain?!"

"I think he found it funny."

You want to… What?

Pro Hero! Tamaki Amajiki x AFAB! Reader

Premise: You learn something about Tamaki after a night out celebrating his birthday.

W/C: 2310

A/N: My quiet boys deserve all the love. Happy Birthday Tamaki 💜 (sorry if it’s slightly OOC, I’m a little rusty on MHA)

Warnings/Contains: Alcohol use/drunk sex, Breeding Kink, vaginal penetration (unprotected), cream pie, slight cum play, oral (fem receiving), Cockwarming/Somnophilia (implied)

Tamaki rarely drank. His anxiety generally getting the better of him, too worried he might do something embarrassing while drunk. He had already improved drastically in the years you knew him. No longer a nervous wrecking ball, but still shaky when it came to his liquor. If he drank, it was usually only one fruity concoction. Tamaki is a lightweight and why drink something that tasted bad? One drink was usually his max.

Tonight was different. He finally felt comfortable enough in front of you, Mirio and Nejire to let loose. You guys were celebrating him after all.

Even when he was only tipsy, his words became looser. It was actually hard to pull him away from his friends, chatting a mile a minute. However, it was getting late, he was three drinks in, and you were tasked with getting the drunk Pro-Hero home. He got quiet once it was just the two of you. The chatter of the bar no longer encouraged his voice.

He was cognizant enough to get himself home, but the fact that you were there… He simply put the majority of his weight into his arm around your shoulders and let you lead the way.

Finally reaching his bedroom, gently flinging his body toward the bed, “C’mon let’s get you undressed.” Tamaki groaned in protest, cheeks flushed with alcohol with his hair strewn across his face. He looks so pretty like this. You start unbuttoning his pants, simply wanting him to sleep comfortably. Going to pull them down, forcefully tugging at the waistband. The dead weight of his plastered state not helping you in the slightest by lifting his hips. You finally get them down his legs. Boxers sliding down a few inches in the process. Shoes already thrown off near the front door. You toss his pants in the general direction of his laundry hamper.

If you couldn’t see his eyes open behind the purple curtain of locks, you’d think he was asleep already. But he’s watching you. Watching your every move intently, even though his eyes appear glazed over.

You start unfastening the bottom button of his shirt. Fingers fumbling, trying to focus through your own tipsy haze. Suddenly there’s a heat wrapped around your wrist, yanking you forward as your body crashes on top of his. Lips colliding as he rolls over on top of you. You can feel how hard he is against you. That wasn’t there seconds prior, was it? When he was laying flat on his back, only his boxers blocking your view. His bulge on full display…

His tongue slides across your lower lip. His one hand still pinning your wrist above your head. You moan at the sensation, allowing him access. You can taste the fruity sting of his alcohol across your tongue. He’s drunk. The taste is inviting, luring you further into his embrace. He’s drunk. Moaning into your mouth, only making wetness pool between your legs. He’s drunk. You never want him to stop.

“We’re drunk..” you finally gather enough brain cells to push him back slightly. Just enough to get your words out.

He grinds his hard-on against your clothed body, “It’s not like this is our first time.” Voice hushed as he leans in again. Turning your head causing his lips to catch your cheek.

“You need to sleep it off, we can do this in the morning.” Hands weakly shoving at his muscular form. A feeble attempt to roll him away from you. He starts nibbling down the side of your neck as you speak. Between kisses he mumbles into your skin, “or… we could… do both.” The noise that leaves your mouth contradicts everything you’ve been saying. You know the right thing is to stop, but your body craves him.

With your free hand you guide his lips back to yours, no longer trying to fight the urge. Fingers trailing back to grip amethyst hair, keeping his warm lips against yours. You need to drown in him. You shift your legs to wrap around his waist, short dress rising up around your hips. Feeling the warmth of him through your panties only fuels the fire in your gut. He ruts against you, forcing mutual moans onto each other’s tongues. He pulls back, only to work at getting your dress over your head. The garment discarded somewhere in the dimly lit room. Fingers going back to finish the job of unbuttoning his shirt. Too eager. When two buttons remain he’s pulling it up and over his head. Tossed the opposite direction as the dress.

His muscles ripple and contract with the motion. You can’t help yourself, fingertips ghosting over the definition in his abs. Trailing lower to his v-line as you admire his chest and biceps. You still can’t get over Tamaki’s toned body, no matter how many times you’ve seen it. He is a Pro-Hero after all, it’s kind of a requirement.

Your dress had a built in bra, so you’re left with your thong and his boxers blocking your path. He leans down to capture your lips in a quick peck. Quickly trailing down your neck and chest. Goosebumps erupting across your skin at his featherlight kisses. Nipples perking in the cool air of the room. Hooking his fingers into your waistband as he continues nipping down your stomach. “T’- Maki,” you moan into his touch. Protesting as he ignores your breasts. Hot breaths fanning across your skin.

Tamaki pulls the little fabric down your legs in one quick swoop. A shaky breath inhaled as the atmosphere makes itself known across your heat. His hands are instantly on the back of your thighs, spreading you open for him and pushing your legs back. You can feel the wetness between your folds as they part ways. “Fuck…” He mutters before losing all composure. 

A flat tongue runs down the middle of your cunt. Warm and wet. A welcome difference to the chill in the air. Covering as much surface area as he can, he shakes his head back and forth a few times quickly before latching onto your clit and sucking. The dramatic change in sensations pulls a cry from your lips. Head falling back against the comforter. 

Fingers gripping into your thighs. Yours gripping into the sheets below you. Hips squirming. Tamaki pulls off you with a pop as the suction breaks and you're left with a moment of relief. Lazily running the flat length of his tongue from entrance to clit twice over before quickly standing. 

He knows all the right ways to tease you. “‘Maki~,” you're calling for him at the lack of his touch. Dragging your head up to watch him shed his boxers. Stepping out of them and climbing onto the bed with you. 

His cock standing tall. Tip a deep angry pink, leaking pre. His girth makes up for his slightly above average length.

“Can I?” His words pull your gaze to his face as he generally motions, indicating that he wants to start without a condom. You’ve always used protection together. You know you’re both clean, but not really wanting to risk a pregnancy. You can feel your face flushing deeper. Swallowing any nerves, you whisper a small approval while nodding your head. You can practically see a sparkle in his eyes as you accept.

He runs his tip through your folds a few times. You can hear him holding back a reverberating groan. Head falling back before returning his focus to his actions. Gathering slick to make his entrance smoother. 

He was so much warmer against your skin compared to the typical latex you felt. The feeling makes your eyes roll back. 

“Oh~” “Fuck.” The mutual noises erupting from you as he pressed his tip into your entrance. His moan was other-worldly, louder and more pleased than usual. You tried to quiet your whimper as he steadily inched forward. You never realized how veiny Tamaki was. Unable to keep your head up at the feeling of him inside you. Nothing keeping you from feeling each other.

Tamaki stalls above you once your hips lay flush against each other. He’s panting already. Brow creased as he looked down at you. “Gods, fuck,” voice raspy with a struggle for self-restraint. 

Groans so pretty you can't stop your walls from fluttering around his girth. 

He levels his breathing slightly and starts to withdraw his hips. His prominent veins against your gummy walls makes it impossible for you to stay quiet. After a few languid strokes of his entire length he sets a steady pace. 

Pleasure steadily building in your core. Ankles hooked around his back. His hands bracing himself on either side of your head. Warm pants fill the space between your bodies as yours recoils with the force of his rutting. 

“You’re gonna look so good with my child.”

Huh? Did he just? Your eyes fly open, “You want to… What?”

One hand comes to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek as he speaks, “Shhh baby, I know you’d look so good. Swollen belly. Swollen breasts. All from my seed.” He groans and nuzzles into your neck. 

HUH. Although you had known him for years you only started dating about five months ago. Sure you had mentioned getting married before, but kids were not part of the discussion yet.

His hand trails from your face down to rub circles on your nub. “Fuck ‘Maki!” You scream at the contact. He’s not giving you time to process. Brain quickly turns to mush as you fall over the edge. He kept urging you through it, “Imma put a baby in you if it’s the last thing I do.” You never imagined that his words would have such an effect on you like this. Eyes glossed over meeting his purple irises. Looking so pleased with himself. 

“Can I? Ah.. inside?” He makes out between moans. Only removing his hand from your clit once your walls calm their pulsing. You’re still riding the aftershocks of your high, all you can think is to nod.

Picking up at a faster pace. You whine with every slam of your bodies together. Rhythm faltering as you feel him release inside you. 

The feeling is indescribable. Suddenly warmth oozes from your womb into the rest of you. Feeling even more full than with just his cock filling you. 

“Yea? You like having my seed coat your walls?” You must not be hiding the curious pleasure plastered across your face very well. “We’re not wasting any of this.” He gently grinds himself into you, trying to get impossibly closer. His lips claiming yours as his release slowly leaks out of you. 

The kiss is slow and passionate. Filled with his love and appreciation for what you just let him do. 

He tentatively pulls out, leaning his weight into his knees. Quickly replacing his dick with his fingers. Shoving his cum back inside you as it dribbles out. The act makes his erection twitch back to life, “Can I? Keep going?”

You’re surprised at how easily the sentence leaves you: “Anything for you ‘Maki.” You’re fucked out, tired and want to sleep, but want to make him happy. That inexplicable wonder across his features. It is his birthday after all... 

He eases his re-hardening length back inside you. Sensitive walls pulling whimpers from your throat. Combined releases pooling out as he tries to keep it in.

“I need to know it’ll take.” He starts rocking his hips back and forth again. Instead of folding you into a mating press as you expected, he pulls your legs flush against his abs and chest. Wrapping one arm around them to keep them stable as you bounce against his dick. 

His other hand comes down to rest on your belly bulge. “I need to know this is it.”

His thumb weasels its way to sit against your bundle of nerves. The undulating motion of your bodies causes enough friction to quickly build your orgasm again. You're a mewling mess under his touch. “Fuck. You’ll look so good. So pretty. A-All for me. Our family.”

Both moaning into the heavy air of the bedroom as you finish together this time. Walls spasming around his twitching length. Takami doesn’t pull out this time. Exhaustion getting to both of you as he releases your legs and collapses into your chest. “I’m just… gotta keep you plugged,” he slurs into your body. 

His words cause you to involuntarily clench around his overly sensitive member. Whimpering in response to the added stimulation.

“I hope they have your eyes…” it’s barely above a whisper as his breathing levels out. Sleep finally takes over his body. You’re quick to follow, feeling so bloated with his cock and releases. Thoughts of you starting a family flickering across your dreams.

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Throwing his t-shirt over your head, you wander into the kitchen. Yawning, rubbing your eye with one hand as the other sits on your lower stomach. “So… are we going to talk about last night? I woke up cleaned up, and you're making breakfast… so clearly you’re aware on some level of what happened last night.” You chuckle, honestly expecting him to have been too drunk to remember anything. 

He turns to face you, clearly looking at the way you hold your abdomen. He scratches the back of his neck and looks away as he speaks, “Fuck, I’m sorry… I never really asked you if you wanted kids. I just… You mean so much to me and I— I’ve always wanted to do that. I was just too nervous to ask.”

Walking over to place your hands on his waist, a small smile across your face, “‘Maki, if you think we’re ready for kids…” You didn't exactly know how to continue. Luckily he understood your meaning, cheeks flushing a deeper red. Cupping your cheeks, he leans in to kiss you. 

“Maybe we should get married first.” He smiles against your lips. 

Teheheheh finally got the photocards I ordered and ofc I just had to make a cinnamoroll themed one of Grimmjow for my cinnamoroll card holder (＾⁠3⁠＾) also used the same overlay I made for Bronya as well and awgshh my daughter is just sooo precious with that overlay

Digital version :33