#suneater x reader fluff

[crimsonredfeathers]

Imagine having a sparing session with Tamaki. When he's activating his quirk, two huge chicken wings start sprouting from his back, and he's more or less ready to attack you. "Aww," you squeal, staring at your boyfriend in awe, "you look like an angel." Taken off guard, Tamaki lets his wings droop and buries his face in his hands. "Don't say that," he mutters, his cheeks burning against his palms, the training completely forgotten.

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[http-tokki]

Pretty sundress

~ tamaki amajiki x fem!reader ~ tags/cw: aged up tamaki, smut, explicit language ~ wc: 310

Tamaki's mouth at your neck is gentle as his teeth bite down on the tender skin. Your head is a mess as his hands traverse the expanse of your clothed torso, a pretty sundress riding up your thighs as you squirm. The leather of his car seat is sticky against your skin, summer air filling the car with the symphony of cicadas of the late June afternoon. Tamaki's hand starts to drift closer to the edge of your dress, fingers dipping under as he moves to slip them beneath the fabric.

"Is this okay?" his question is soft. "I don't want to push you."

You're nodding your head, unable to speak for fear of sounding desperate, but Tamaki doesn't move. He wants to hear those words, hear how badly you want his hand up your dress. The whine in your voice as you plead your consent.

"Tamaki…" you breathe out, hands gripping the chair under you. "Please, you can… yes."

With your permission, Tamaki is sliding his hand under and up. It's not just that he is so adamant about your consent, but he loves hearing how desperate you are for him. The pitch of your voice as you whine his name. It gives him an idea of how you might sound as he slides his cock into you or how your breath would hitch as he flicks his tongue over your clit. Tamaki feels his cheeks heat as his fingers make contact with the damp material of your panties. Shit, you were wet, and he did this to you.

"That's because of you" Your voice is soft, eyes focused on the hand Tamaki has between your legs. "Feel how wet you make me 'Maki."

Tamaki nods, falling all too nervous as he presses his mouth to yours again. He takes a few shaky breaths before he asks.

"Can I taste you?"

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[tamikofilmz]

⌗ TAMAKI AMAJIKI — ꒰ 🍮 “cutie patootie” ☆ ꒱

code 𝟽𝟽𝟽 : in which … miko gives you soft tamaki headcanons (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)*

ᶻ z⠀𝘇⠀𐰁 ˎˊ˗ miko's note ! 𑁯 ᰍ ◌ ive always loved tamaki, so i really worked hard on these. i hope you enjoy them!

﹙★﹚he’s a great listener

﹙★﹚like you could talk to him about anything under the sun, and he will quietly and eagerly listen to you

﹙★﹚one day, you come home from patrol in a really bad mood. tamaki senses it right away and after greeting you, he asks you in the most gentle voice “you wanna tell me what's wrong?”

﹙★﹚and the way he says it is so inviting, like he's ready to listen to you, so you just start ranting about your day and how absolutely unbearable it was

﹙★﹚while your venting, he's playing with your fingers absentmindedly while giving you his full attention, eye contact, nodding, occasionally asking questions, all to show you that he is truly paying attention to you

﹙★﹚his phone could ring, cutting you off in the middle of your rant. he looks at it, while you smile and say “go ahead, it's probably important.”

﹙★﹚all he does is turn his phone off and say to you, “not as important as you.”

﹙★﹚(⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠) (⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠/⁠ε⁠/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠)

﹙★﹚because tamaki is such a great listener, he's also a great gift giver

﹙★﹚he’ll give you a gift at the most random time and when you ask him how did he know you wanted it, tamaki would smile sheepishly and admit that he had heard you talking about it at one point

﹙★﹚pda isn't really his thing, he's too shy

﹙★﹚but when he's feeling a little bold, he would definitely gently link pinkies with you while walking﹙★﹚flowers. he loves to give you flowers

﹙★﹚sometimes he will eat your favorite flower just to see the pure happiness on your face when it blooms from his palm

﹙★﹚it hurts him, but seeing you happy is enough to eradicate his pain

﹙★﹚the perfect date to tamaki? a picnic in an open grass field or in a butterfly garden

﹙★﹚forehead kisses 24/7

﹙★﹚when you two are alone, he is the clingiest little bean omfg-

﹙★﹚he will not let go of you, and no, you can't go anywhere

﹙★﹚”tama, I'm just going to get some snacks. It won't even take that long.”

﹙★﹚”nope, I'm not letting you go. The snacks can wait, I can't.”

﹙★﹚🤧😫🥺

﹙★﹚his jealousy is quiet. he doesn't openly express when he's jealous, he kinda just side eyes whoever's drooling over you

﹙★﹚if the situation escalates, though ( someone's being a bit too pervy or flirty for you or tamaki's liking ) best believe that tamaki's protecting you in an instant

﹙★﹚tamaki isn't ready for a fast moving relationship, but he'll ask you occasionally if you're okay with the pace that your relationship is moving at

﹙★﹚he genuinely wants to make sure you're comfortable and doing well

﹙★﹚"you know I love you right bunny? Always and forever."

ᶻ z⠀𝘇⠀𐰁 ˎˊ˗ miko's note ! 𑁯 ᰍ ◌ and that's it! sorry this one is so short, this is my first time writing headcanons. definitely will be writing a part two. thanks for reading!

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[whispering-ways]

•♡✧ movie cuddles ✧♡•

✯ summary: you and tamaki have your first date and watch a movie together

✯ pairing: tamaki amajiki x reader

✯ tags: no warnings, just fluff!

✯ notes: nothing really, hope you guys like the story :)

“Where did I put it?” you say, looking through your closet for your tote bag. It was the last thing you needed before you went to Tamaki’s dorm room for your movie date. Movie date. The words themselves made you blush.

You’d had a crush on him for a while now, since you first became friends really. I mean, you’d always had a thing for shy boys, so it didn’t surprise you but it was more than that. Although many people couldn’t look past his shyness and his introverted nature, you found it endearing.

He’d grown to have a little confidence though; it honestly made you proud to see him be able to speak up for himself and be more outgoing but at the same time keep that same old timid personality that you adored so much.

It surprised you when he texted you last week asking whether you’d like to go out on a date with him. At first, you two were going to the theaters, but Tamaki seemed a little apprehensive about the crowd given that it was a really popular movie.

Eventually, you’d both settled on just having a comfy movie night at his apartment so he wouldn’t have to worry about spiking his agoraphobia. After what seemed like ages, you finally found your bag. You put your share of the snacks that you were bringing to the date along with your water bottle and sent Tamaki a quick text telling him that you were on the way.

Tamaki was making his bed when he heard his phone chime from his desk. He reached over to see it was you texting to let him know you’d be over in 15 minutes and suddenly his nerves shot to 100. He wanted everything to be perfect. He’d set up his bed with the comfiest blankets he had and even got your favorite snack: Chocorooms. Although you both were originally going to see the new All Might movie coming out in theaters, you both agreed on just staying inside and watching an old Barbie movie.

Frankly, he had never watched any Barbie movie, but he knew you loved them since you were a little kid, so he suggested that you both watch Barbie of Swan Lake. He was so excited for this date; it’d taken him weeks to build up the courage to ask you out. When you said yes, he was on cloud nine for the entire day. He was lost in thought thinking of you and the soon-to-be date, when he heard you knock at the door. He tried his best to calm his nerves before heading over to the door to let you in.

“Hi Tamaki! Thanks for inviting me over!” you say, as cheery as ever. Tamaki thought you looked adorable; you had hoodie and sweatpants on, but somehow you made the simple outfit look so lovely. He gave you a shy wave and let you inside.

“H-hey, just uhh...make yourself..um...comfortable and you know what’s mine is yours. There’s a couple snacks on my desk if you maybe wanna eat,” said Tamaki in his soft voice as he went over to his TV to set up the movie. You went over to his desk to look at your snacks and to your surprise he had your favorite snack! You don’t even remember whether you told him or not.

“Aww Tamaki, how’d you know these were my favorite? Did you get these just for me?” you say holding up the bag of Chocorooms.

“Y-yeah, I think you mentioned it once when we...umm...went to the mall and I-I thought you’d like these for the movie,” he said still meddling around with some cables trying to hook up his laptop to the TV. Finally after couple moments, he had the movie up and loaded. He walked over to the light switch. After asking whether you'd like the lights on or off, and you saying you prefer them off, he switched the lights off. Then, he sat next to you on the bed, albeit a couple inches away from you, but you chocked that up to his shyness. In all honesty, you were a little glad. Maybe if he was closer he’d be able to see how much you nervous you were.

As the movie progressed, you both got more comfortable with each other. You’d point out small details in the movie and funny moments where the animation look a bit wonky and you’d both share a laugh. Tamaki slowly started inchin closer to you until eventually his shoulder was barey touching yours. Well, not quite touching your shoulder; you were both wrapped up in individual blankets and you couldn’t quite feel his shoulder anyhow. That didn’t stop the blush from creeping up your cheeks.

After a while, Tamaki looked over to you as if he wanted to say something, but chose to not to say anything.

“Did you want to ask something Tamaki?” you ask, feeling his eyes darting back and forth between you and his twiddling thumbs.

“Well...uhh...I was just wondering whether you’d maybe want to share a blanket? It’s okay if you don’t, but like...uhh... it’s winter so w-we’d be warmer if we shared a blanket, you know?” he said nervously.

“Of course that’s okay! Here, let me rearrange the blanket real quick,” you say, shifting the blanket so that it rested around you two, bringing you both closer than before. Tamaki was right, it definitely was warmer now. The warmth was making you a little sleepy, so you carefully laid your head on his shoulder to get more comfortable. Tamaki immediately froze up, unsure what to do and incredibly grateful that the darkness of the room hid how beet red he was. But after a while, he was able to ease into it and laid his own head against yours.

Slowly as you both got more and more relaxed, you both ended up cuddling. By the end of the movie, Tamaki had his arm wrapped around your shoulders pulling you in close and you were holding hands. You were more focused on being able to be so close to him than watching the movie at this point, so it surprised you to see the credits playing. It seemed like you’d just came to his room and now the movie was over and you’d have to head back to your room.

You’d gotten a bit accustomed to his warmth that you frankly felt a little sad when he had to get up to turn the TV off. He started cleaning up the snacks from the bed before turning towards you, a rosy pink blush dusting his cheeks.

“W-would you maybe wanna sleep over?” he asked hesitantly.

You’d never said yes quicker in your life.

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[nerd-of-karasuno]

If you put your face right in front of Tamaki's face when he is pulling the hood of his hero costume down and peeks out of it just a tiny bit, his face will immediately become bright red as soon as he realizes how close your face is to his. Tamaki will immediately pull his hood back down, silently freaking out. He can't handle your cuteness and he has the same reaction every time you do this. Tamaki doesn't ask you to stop surprising him by putting your head so near to his not because of his shyness, but he actually likes it when you do it. He still gets so flustered by you and is trying to get used to being physically closer to you as you've been dating for some time now. It is a slow but slightly steady process.

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[sweetnsour1]

6:55:02

Fluff, Amajiki x female reader, part 2 of 2

Read Part 1

Part of the Hero Interview Panel Series

"When I'm really scared...that's when I have the potential to be my strongest. I choose strength and when that strength cracks...I harden it again."

"Aw man, Red. That was way better than my buffet answer."

You laughed for a moment with the audience before continuing. Your gaze moved down the stage. The next hero was hunched in his seat, with the opening of his hood directed toward the table.

"Suneater, when are-" You stumbled over your words as he raised his head, revealing flushed cheeks and wide eyes. You softened your tone. "when are you at your strongest?" He blinked at you slowly. You wondered if his ears were pink under his hood. You bit your lower lip and released it just as quickly, remembering where you were. His eyes drifted back down to the table's surface as he mumbled into his microphone. His deep and gentle voice tickled you through the ear bud you had been set up with.

"When I embrace the crushing weight of others believing in me."

"We totally do!"

"Gonna crush you with an embrace alright." Fat Gum had the audience laughing again as he reached his arms out toward Suneater. The corner of Amajiki's mouth quirked up for a moment before the sounds of the crowd had him sinking in his chair once again. His hood had the audacity to fall forward and cover his pretty face.

You thumbed through the cards in your hand, trying to focus. Something had shifted ever since you had placed your hand on his cheek. Something unrelated to your quirk. When he turned red and flustered, and his eyes had wildly searched your face for a sign of you-didn't-know-what, you enjoyed it. Even now, with your own anxieties and a job to do, all your dumb brain could think of was how you wanted to be the reason the tips of Suneater's ears turned that cute shade of pink.

"That's it for our Q & A section of the panel..." You paused for a moment as if to allow the audience to finish groaning, but what you really waited for was the hopeful way Amajiki raised his head. You smiled at him before continuing. "...let's begin the lightning round with Suneater." His eyes went wide. He was jostled forward by a slap on the back from Kirishima.

"Suneater, I'm going to give you a series of questions." He nodded. The light blush beginning to dust across his cheeks emboldened you. "The faster you answer the faster it's over." You winked and watched the blush darken instantly. "Ready?" He nodded and kept his eyes on you.

"Do your feet get cold?"

"Umm, yes?"

"Slippers or socks?"

"Mmm, both."

"Favorite movie?"

"Princess Mononoke." His shoulders started rolling back, and he looked taller than before.

"Your last Halloween costume?"

"That lion...from Wizard of Oz."

"Go out or go home?" He smiled at that one and was starting to look like he had forgotten about the audience completely.

"Go home."

"Single or Taken?"

"Single."

"Do you have a crush?"

"Yes."

The reaction of the crowd brought him back to the stage. He glanced at the people watching him, and the color drained from his face. You wondered if you had pushed him too far. What had possessed you to-He turned back to you and the pinks started returning to his cheeks.

"Sorry, last one...favorite thing to eat?" His eyes searched your face just as they had in the hallway. When he found what he was looking for, the corner of his mouth quirked up.

"French fries." He smiled when your face was the one turning red.

Go read part 1 so the ending will make sense.

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Might need edits, but I'm tired so I'll do it tomorrow. Hope you like it.

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[shxtodxroki]

Tamaki Amajiki Masterlist

Here is where you will find all of my writing for Tamaki! I hope you enjoy, and if you like these feel free to drop a request in my inbox at any time! <3

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[multifandomlvr]

Socially Drained

"Hey, are we all still on for some karaoke?" One of your classmates asked.

This was a usual thing to do. But this time, you had decided to ask one of your close friends, Tamaki, to join. He usually opted out for stuff like this.

But you thought once in a while would be good. Everyone needs to have some fun. You thought to yourself.

"Yes! I can't wait." You exclaim. You pulled your phone out and texted Tamaki asking if he was still on for tonight.

It was a quick reply.

'Yes' Was all it read.

The rest of the school day finished as usual, and you met up with Tamaki. There wasn't any time to go home and change and meet everyone, so you and he walked to the train station you would catch to the city.

All while on the way. You had noticed that Tamaki wasn't acting like himself, and he was a bit jumpier and more standoff-ish. You chalked it up as him being nervous about getting together with such a big group.

"Hey! Y/N! Amajiki! You guys made it! I was afraid that you would chicken out!" Someone jokingly says. You laugh about it, but Tamaki forces a fake one. Not that you noticed, that is.

The group of your classmates that came was much more than you expected, but overall it was fun to hang out with everyone. However, you were so immersed in having fun that you forgot about the shy, timid little kitten you brought.

Tamaki was in the farthest corner of the room, with fewer people. He scrolled on his phone, trying to distract himself from the noise and the bodies that seemed to push further and further into his bubble.

You finished the duet you were singing with one of your close friends from another class when you turned around, half expecting Tamaki to be right behind you, but you were a bit surprised when he wasn't there.

You scoped out the room and barely saw his midnight blue hair. You had to push your way through the cluster of people that formed groups in the middle of the room.

You plopped yourself down next to him with an 'oof.'

"Are you having fun?" You asked. You smiled at him. Hoping he was. But he shook his head. It wasn't often that Tamaki was honest with you; he let you drag him everywhere he went just because you two were excellent friends.

"What? You're not?" You ask, a little surprised. That's when it hit you. How could you be so stupid, you thought. Everything clicked, and you wanted to hit your head against the table as many times as it would take to take you back and decline the offer to come out.

You knew Tamaki wasn't good with crowds, but you forced him to come out anyway. You stood up abruptly, causing him to jump at the sudden movement. You once again weaved yourself through the sea of bodies. You grabbed onto the first friend you saw and told them you and Tamaki were leaving.

Of course, they tried to get you to stay, but you made up the excuse of not feeling well and how Tamaki offered to take you home.

Your friends made you promise to call when you got home. You agreed and went back to Tamaki and gently grabbed his hand, pulling him up to his feet and walking towards the door to leave.

Once outside, you tightened your hold on his hand.

"I am so sorry that I made you come out here. I should have realized that you wouldn't be comfortable in this situation." You explained to him, and you were a bad friend because of it. There was no getting around that.

"I-Its ok, Y/N," Tamaki stuttered out.

It wasn't, though. Nothing about this was ok. You didn't see his social cues and how his body language changed, and you should have known better when it came to him.

"It's not, though... I'm a bad friend." You say softly. You wipe the tears from your eyes even though you don't deserve to cry.

Tamaki pulls you into a hug.

"I promise it's ok. I should have voiced my problems and wanted to try and push myself so that you could have fun too. Watching you sing and dance made me feel good, and I don't want to hold you back from doing these things." He explained. That made you laugh a little.

"Maybe we need to get better at communicating and stop assuming what the other is feeling." You tell him.

Tamaki laughs.

"Why don't we get some Takoyaki and bring it back to my place for some movies?" You ask. You knew Takoyaki was Tamaki's favorite and how he couldn't resist.

"That sounds like a great idea." You tell him.

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[corruptedpoltergeist]

Slithering Into Your Heart [MHA]

Amajiki x Male Reader

Name: not addressed, will be mentioned with ______

Age: 26

Quirk: Snake - can do anything a snake can (heat vision instead of regular human vision), scales along his body, sensitive to temperature changes, has a hood around his neck that expands out just like a regular cobra snake does, venom gathers in mouth when in ’fight mode’

Appearance won’t be specified, allowing for any sort of imagination, physical features will be described though

Set in the future, Amajiki is 22 years old

warnings: physical aggression, cursing, mention of blood, alcohol use, slight panic inducing situation, reader is older than Amajiki, slight suggestive themes towards the end [not quite warning: fluff, admiration from both characters]

Reader is a King Cobra. Due to fear of the poison constantly flowing through their body, not many hero schools would take them and in the end, they didn’t continue their education beyond middle school. They were considered too dangerous to keep around other students.

————

For the umpteenth time that week, a sigh escaped his lips after washing away the venom in his mouth in the bathroom sink. He couldn’t stop it from happening. It was just something that his body produced because of his quirk, and though it wouldn’t kill him, it could definitely kill someone else.

Now he could proudly say that he’d never needed to kill anyone before, but not a single soul would believe him. Why would they? He looked like a villain, he had a quirk fit for a villain, and he could very well make a wicked villain if he so chose to.

But he didn’t.

He stayed in the shadows of the actual heroes and just watched them, intrigued by their work and wishing he could be there among them. They were admirable, and every so often, a small spike of jealousy would overcome his heart.

He couldn’t exactly blend in considering he had the bottom half of a snake and the hood of the King Cobra around his neck and up along the side of his jaws. A nasty and terrifying sight for anyone that dared look in his direction when said hood opened up to reveal the wing of bones that held its shape.

A snake quirk could either be a blessing or a curse for the user born with it.

Considering the nights were starting to get a little warmer and more people would stay out late, the streets were starting to pick up on thugs and smaller villains causing mischief in the area. The apartment he lived in was close to a couple of bars and restaurants that stayed open until around 4 in the morning. Most nights, he’d spend some time in the bars and keep watch over the small group of people that would frequent there. These folks were used to him being in the bar until close and the bartenders never had any issue with him, possibly because they’d seen every kind of quirk user out there. He was no different than the next person with a quirk.

Tonight wasn’t any different, but he still needed to make sure he wasted all his venom before leaving his home. As harmful as it could be, that was his main source of protection.

He also didn’t want to accidentally spray someone with his venom and cause a scene, confirming the occasional whispers of ‘he could turn into a villain any second now’ from civilians.

He liked the people in his neighborhood though. They minded their own business and never got into squabbles about silly things with the locals. It wasn’t extremely close to the bigger cities, to which he was grateful for because that just meant less stares and less nasty rumors being spread about him.

It was just a little past midnight when he slithered into the bar, getting comfortable in one of the booths off towards the side of the building away from the dance floor. A few cocktails in and he was about to close his tab when two figures entered the bar.

They were both familiar faces due to being well known heroes, but one of them stood out to him the most. The purple haired male who came in with the larger male drew him in for some reason, his eyes following the male to where he and his friend seated themselves in one of the booths.

He swallowed his saliva as the scales along his arms quivered, almost in the same wave of how goosebumps would cover a person’s skin. ______ stared for what seemed like hours, taking in the hero’s features.

Gentle face and bashful, covering most of himself with the hooded cape he wore, his eyes casted downward at the menu on their table. He didn’t seem very talkative either, since the other hero, whom he was sure was named Fatgum, was doing most of the talking in their conversation.

-

The bartender that was serving ______ his drinks noticed the intense stare he was giving the purple haired hero, a knowing grin spreading on his face. The Naga male’s pupils expanded slightly, more round than they were slits. He noticed how his posture became more proper and could only assume this was the male’s first time seeing Tamaki in the bar.

“Amajiki Tamaki,” the bartender smiled knowingly as he was cleaning a wine glass.

____ heard him speak but the words didn’t quite process in his head. He was too focused on the pretty hero who had caught his eye. Once it finally registered that the bartender had been speaking to him, he looked over with raised eyebrows, indicating he was unsure of what he’d said.

“That’s his name. Amajiki Tamaki, also known as Suneater.”

“Suneater.. I’ve heard the name once before.”

“He’s camera shy and tends to avoid the public’s eyes. Doesn’t like the attention,” setting the glass cup down and picking up another one as he continued to carefully wipe it dry and polish it. “Seems he caught your eye, eh?”

Taking a deep breath before glancing over at the shy hero once more, he nodded his head. “I’d like to admire him from afar if he’s not comfortable around people, as you say.”

“Why don’t you attempt talking to him first before making that decision? You two are more similar than you think.”

____ shook his head in disagreement. “I doubt that. He’s a hero, someone respected and looked up to. I’m considered dangerous and borderline villainous.”

“Trust me, you’re anything but that.” The bartender set down the glass cup in its designated place before leaning against the countertop, “you’ve helped my bar multiple times these past couple years. Stopping bar fights and destruction. I couldn’t ask for a better patron than you. Doesn’t matter what your quirk is or what you think of yourself, you’re a good person on the inside even if you don’t show it.”

Pressing his lips into a thin line, he allowed the words to sink in before looking back over to Amajiki. “Do you really think it’s a good idea if I go over?”

“Why not? What’s stopping you aside from your own confidence levels?” As if jinxing themselves, a sudden crash and shattering of glass could be heard from across where the two were, heads turning towards the commotion. Another bar fight, probably over something stupid again. “I guess that could hold you back.”

“I got this one,” taking a sip of his cocktail, the naga slithered over to where two men, one fairly large in size and the second having more muscle mass, were sizing each other up.

His pupils returned to slits, allowing his sight to shift into thermal detection. The larger male had more alcohol in his system since he was more flushed towards the top portion of his body versus the muscular man. If he needed to reason with anyone, he should probably focus on the muscular guy first.

“Hey,” he called out as he got within a three foot distance form the two men. “Knock it out, will you? This is a bar, not a fight club.”

Both men didn’t bother even glancing over at him as they started shouting profanities at each other.

“You wanna go, pussy!?”

“Let’s go, dickhead! I can take you down anywhere, anytime. You fat fuck!”

The larger male threw a punch at the other, missing his target in his drunken state only for the second man to throw his own punch, hitting the larger man directly in the face. A shout of pain from the man as he collapsed and knocked over the table he’d been seated at, three more glass cups shattering on the ground as people started to gather around them and watched the bar fight.

Nose bleeding and his lip split, he held his nose in pain as blood trickled down from between his fingers. Unable to stand up form the pain he was in, he stayed on the ground as the second male went to attack him in a furry, fist raised once again.

_____ wasn’t going to let the hit reach its target. In the blink of an eye, he’d grabbed the man’s wrist in a tight hold, the grip threatening to snap his wrist.

“The fuck?! Let me go, you punk ass monster before you have some of what he’s about to have!”

“I dare you to try,” he spat out in a threatening tone. “I will snap your wrist if I need to. Either leave on your own or you can get thrown out with a broken bone.” Not caring about the threat nor heeding his warning, he tried to escape the grip he was in once again, trying to snag his hand out of the tight grip.

You asked for it.

_____ made sure there was no one directly behind him before using his other hand to grab the front of the man’s shirt and with a heave, he tossed the man over his head and slammed him to the ground. A heavy thud from the muscled man as the air got knocked out of his lungs, he could barely wheeze out a groan before the naga grabbed his ankle and started dragging him out of the bar.

He didn’t care how many people had gasped, how many took videos on their phones, or the look of what he could only assume was fear in their eyes. Well, that was a slight lie. He did care, but he also couldn’t focus on how people would view him right now.

Opening the front door of the bar, he tossed the man out, quite literally, onto the sidewalk, letting him roll onto his side and slightly curl up in pain, struggling to get oxygen back into his lungs. “I warned you. Don’t come back or the next burst of pain you’ll feel is my fangs in your arm and venom seeping into your veins.”

As much as he disliked using his quirk to frighten people and manipulate them into doing as they’re told, it usually did the trick. People would listen. The fear of the threat of death typically increased the amount of fear in the person’s mind, and he could see how the person’s entire body would heat up. This allowed him to see how effective his threats were and whether he needed to resort to more physical methods. In this case, that’s what he did.

Watching heat flow through the man’s face, assuming it was because of embarrassment of being humiliated in front of so many people, the naga slithered back into the bar. The hissing sound of the door closing behind him was the loudest sound aside from music playing in the background. So many eyes on him, he shifted his gaze to the ground before looking at the bartender, silently asking for help to avert everyone’s attention away from him.

The bartender nodded his head before lifting up a glass cup and lightly tapping it with a metal spoon to gain people’s attention. “Alright folks, go back to what you were doing. We’ll send a cleanup for that section. Just avoid it please.” As the people in the bar started to slowly disperse, the bartender called for an ambulance for the injured man, running to get him a cloth for his bleeding nose.

-

Amajiki and Fatgum had watched the fight from a distance, Fatgum impressed with the way the snake man had dealt with the situation. Although it was a little more forceful than expected, it was effective. “Wow, that was an interesting turn of events and we didn’t have to do anything!”

Not even a response from Amajiki as his gaze remained on the half-snake man who had stopped the fight, fairly quickly. He didn’t know how he was feeling right now, but it was almost similar to how he viewed Mirio, looking up to him as a role model in his life. But this was a little different.

He felt his cheeks warm up at the sight of the naga. His stance was confident, his method effective, and not once did he hesitate, even when physically he was a lot less muscular than the man he’d manhandled. It was admirable.

As if reading his mind, Fatgum nudged Amajiki in the side, grinning widely with a cheeky glint in his eyes. “I haven’t seen you look at another person like that before. Are you finally interested in someone after all these years?!”

That caused his whole face from the neck up to flare up a dark red, hiding his face further in his hood. Neither denying the comment nor confirming it, Fatgum only snickered a little as he ate some of the delicious steak the restaurant portion of the bar had served them. “You haven’t tried to get close to anyone before. Why don’t you go and talk to him? He’s not that different from you!”

Amajiki stammered over his words, “I-I can’t approach- n-no, I can’t. I-I’m not as- I don’t have- I don’t- I don’t- I-I can’t-… I don’t have the confidence for that. You- you know this..”

“Then how about I go to him instead?”

Eyes widening in fear of being rejected the way Mirio had done so many years ago, he gave Fatgum a pleading look. “D-d-don’t- don’t do that. I-I can’t..”

A sad sigh escaped Fatgum as he gave up trying. Amajiki was too bashful to even approach his friends sometimes. He could only imagine how he’d react if he went up to a complete stranger, but while being teased, the bashful male only glanced away from the naga once. Peering at him from under the hood as his reddened cheeks remained flushed.

-

“He’s looking at you,” the bartender gave him another cocktail, this one containing a mixture of vodka and bacardi with pink lemonade, chilled and iced with lime juice towards the top. A strange mix for a cocktail for anyone else, but the strong flavor was just enough to give him a buzz.

One good thing about his quirk was that his sense of taste wasn’t powerful, but his sense of smell made up for it. He could smell prey from miles away.

He wanted to look over his shoulder at the beautiful hero again but was slightly nervous about making eye contact with him. What did the hero think of him? He just witnessed how _____ had thrown a full grown man onto the ground then kicked him out of the bar.

“He’s probably thinking I’m some sort of monster.”

“Hey, don’t say that. You’re not even seeing the look he’s giving you.”

“You’re trying to tease.”

“No, quite serious actually. I’m seeing a hint of admiration and curiosity in his eyes. Trust me, I’ve been a bartender here for years. I can recognize most gazes people make and decipher it. I’m telling you, this man is giving you the most bashful look of adoration I’ve seen yet.”

The naga felt the scales on his arms and the sides of his jaw rattle as if they were goosebumps spreading across his body. His eyes gazing at his drink as if it held the answers he was looking for.

“I can’t do it,” he started chugging the cocktail, the burn of jalapeno flavor mixed with alcohol stung the back of his throat, but he couldn’t care less. They were heroes. He was just a civilian cursed with this dreaded quirk. “I’m going to keep my distance for now, but.. Maybe if he stops by again, I’ll think about it.”

-

Three nights back to back, he saw the two heroes again. Same pair, same bashful expression on the dark haired hero, and still he didn’t have the courage to go up to them.

The following week, Tamaki and Fatgum appeared at the bar four out of the seven days, and he had yet to make the first move.

_____ took in the sight of the beautiful hero and sipped quietly on his fourth drink of the night, two weeks after seeing Tamaki for the first time. There was just something about the hero that made him feel all sorts of ways. Forget butterflies in his belly when there was a whole zoo in there.

He desired nothing more than to wrap him in his arms. How their hands would feel intertwined. The curiosity of what his voice sounded like. What it would feel to finally make eye contact with him and take in the soft expression on his face.

“If I see you ogling that hero one more time, I’m going to drag you over there myself,” the bartender replaced ____’s cup with another drink, this one slightly more alcoholic than the previous ones. “You two have been eyeing each other every night and neither of you are making the first move. Come on, _____. Man up and go talk to him.”

“It’s not that easy. Have you seen me? I barely know how to hold a conversation for longer than a few minutes, I’m covered in scales, half of my body is reptilian, and I create venom in my mouth. Who’s going to want to know me more than just an acquaintance?”

“Suneater, if you gain a backbone and actually talk to him. He’s not the best at conversations either,” the started cleaning a wine glass, polishing it then gently setting it down on a towel upside down before going onto the next glass. “Listen, you might not think highly of yourself, but most people in this bar appreciate what you do. Ever since you moved into the neighborhood, my bar has become a safe place for people to relax and enjoy themselves in.”

_____ leaned his head against his propped up hand on the counter. “Because I’m half monster.”

“No. Because you’re territorial and know how to help people, even if you don’t like admitting it. You’ve got good qualities,” the bartender leaned over the counter before pointing at Tamaki. “And I bet he’ll think so too. Just give it a shot. You’ve both been undressing each other with your eyes. Just, go say hi and see how it goes. For my sake if not for your own.”

Scales rattling along his arms and the sides of his face, getting nervous all over again. He may be a big tough naga, but he was still human on the inside. Eventually he gave in, rubbing his forehead before dragging a hand down his face.

This wasn’t something he wasn’t looking forward to at all. The outcome was anything but predictable, and it could go one of several ways. There were multiple outcomes that could occur. If he could have the option to rewind time right to this specific moment, the second this didn’t go in a pleasant direction, he’d take the opportunity in the blink of an eye.

“If this goes south, you owe me three of your strongest drinks, cocktail or not.”

“Deal,” _____ took a deep breath and turned in the direction of where the two heroes were seated.

I’m going to fuck this up royally.

Slithering towards them as he avoided eye contact with the dark haired male, _____ stopped just short of their table.

-

Fatgum nudged Tamaki in the side when he saw the snake man gazing in their direction again along with the bartender. “Come on, Amajiki! Just give it a shot! You’ve been single since forever. Live a little, ask him out for a drink!”

He knew it was like talking to a brick walk when suggesting it, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t tease a little. Amajiki’s cheeks flushed a dark red once more as he avoided looking in the direction of the man who’d caught his eye. “N-no, I can’t- y-you know I can’t do something like that..!”

“It doesn’t mean I can’t keep teasing you- Oh!” Eyeing the male who started slithering towards them, a cheeky grin spread across his face. “Don’t look now, but- actually nevermind, you should probably look because your crush is heading this way.”

Amajiki felt like the flush on his face spread through his entire body as his wide eyes remained focused on the table in front of him. He dared not move, not even breathe unevenly.

The silence between them was heavy and awkward, neither knowing what to say nor how to make eye contact.

-

Finally swallowing down his nerves, _____ spoke. “Hi, I…- I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you at all, but-.. I’ve noticed that you two have been frequenting the bar recently and I’d- I’d like to introduce myself to you.”

With a cheeky grin, Fatgum got up from his side of the booth. “As much as I would love to stay and chat, I’ve got somewhere to be right now, kid! The name’s Fatgum! Take care of my partner here, will you? It might be a few hours before I get back. See ya!” And with that, he abandoned Amajiki and made a run for it. He didn’t have anywhere to really be, but this was the only way to play matchmaker for Amajiki.

I know how to fight. I don’t know how to do basic human interaction.

“I uhm..” A bead of sweat rolled down his scaly temple as he struggled to find the right words. “I.. I’m sorry- if you’re not comfortable, I can-“

“W-wait-!”

Amajiki’s mouth moved faster than his brain did, his flustered self finally making eye contact. “Y-you can.. sit down with-… sit with me.”

Seating himself across the hero or at least trying to make himself as comfortable as possible in the booth, he tried not to make him uncomfortable. His eyes remained on the tabletop.

Should he be straightforward with why he was here in the first place? He was very obviously attracted to the man in front of him, but if he beat around the bush, he might lose his chance of dating Amajiki.

“I want to make my intentions clear,” he said as he made eye contact with the dark-haired hero, keeping his voice leveled but just clear enough to be heard over the music being played from overhead. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you each night here in the bar. I’m attracted to you, and I know little to nothing about you as a hero aside from your hero name, Suneater.”

Okay, introductions were kind of made, his intentions were partially voiced, and he kind of expressed what he was doing there.

“I was hoping I could do more than just buy you a drink tonight?”

-

As awkward as their first encounter was, he didn’t need to say much more for Amajiki to understand what he wanted out of their conversation.

The first week, they continued to meet up at the bar every night after Amajiki’s patrols were done.

To anyone else, knowing that they hadn’t gotten very far in introducing themselves and their lives to each other, would have been considered either excessively slow or they were uninterested in each other. For two people who have very low social skills, this was progress that was steady for both of them and comfortable too.

They made small talk every so often but mostly just enjoyed each other’s company. _____ found out that Amajiki had a high tolerance to alcohol due to his quirk, even higher than his own, and he swore to challenge the hero to a drinking competition one day.

The first month rolled by and Fatgum was even inviting _____ over for dinner every so often with him and Amajiki after their patrols. Of course, his true intentions were to tease the new lovebirds, although neither one would budge on telling him any of the details about their date nights.

Towards the end of the second month, they were finally on a first name basis. Amajiki was less bashful about holding his hand now, but the two of them agreed to try and keep this out of the public’s eyes. However long that was going to last, considering news reporters loved being nosey, they were going to cherish it while it lasted.

_____ found he liked wrapping the tip of his tail around Amajiki’s wrist. It gave him a sense of security and the hero didn’t seem to mind it much either.

They were starting to introduce the other to their personal lives, and for tonight, Amajiki had invited the hybrid over to his place to stay.

-

Though he didn’t wear shoes, he still had to make sure the underside of his scaly belly was clean before slithering inside the house from the front door. Amajiki had gotten used to the difference in bodily anatomy, though sometimes he still had questions to ask, to which the hybrid was always pleased to answer.

“Are we watching any specific movie tonight?” He asked the hero who was now slightly flustered as he balanced on one foot.

“W-well.. I was- I-I was hoping to do something more than just… more than watching a movie.”

That got his attention quickly, his scales quivering with anticipation as he waited for Amajiki to finish.

“Y-you wanted to uh- s-see my quirk in- in action. I wanted to show you how it works.”

The two of them sat down on the couch in Amajiki’s living room facing each other. He held in one hand a plate with meat on it. “Anything I eat, I can turn a body part of mine into that of my food source.”

Using chopsticks, he picked up the meat on the plate and ate it fairly quickly. “It sometimes takes a few seconds,” he set the chopsticks and plate down on the little coffee table next to the couch.

“Is it painful for you?”

“N-no.. A little strange but never painful. It just-.. I-It just takes some getting used to when it’s a new food I’m eating.”

When Amajiki finally felt his body ready to transform, he focused his mind on the body part he wanted. Imagining the appearance, slowly, the lower part of his body started molding into the necessary appearance.

_____’s normally slitted pupils became slightly enlarged in size when he saw the full transformation. Amajiki’s lower body was the same as his own, half snake.

His scales were brighter in color than his own, smooth looking and gentle on the eyes. If he dared to admit, it almost looked like the hero was trying to appeal to his taste. Not that he had to.

Immediately his expression softened and he almost looked a little dopey at this point, forked tongue sticking out from between his lips to taste the air. For normal snakes, pheromones couldn’t be tasted in the air, but because they were still partially human, he could taste it clearly in the air. It was so sweet, so desirable. He could practically get drunk off just the taste.

“You’re so delectable..” His muttered words reached the hero’s ears and caused a dark flush to cover his face. Amajiki watched him lean forward and place their foreheads against one another, his eyes hazy and clearly not in the right headspace to be speaking sober.

“You smell so good. You look so beautiful… I’ve never met anyone like you before and I don’t want to let you go.”

His words only flustered Amajiki more and more.

“I-I thought I could-.. I wanted t-to show this to you a-as a gift..”

“I adore it. So very much. You are so beautiful.” If he wasn’t already smitten by the dark haired hero, he certainly was now. “You did this for me?”

“Y-yes..”

”Can I do something for you in return? It’s a little selfish.”

“I-I don’t mind.”

He wrapped his lower body around Amajiki, their tails intertwining as he laced their fingers on one hand together. Pushing Amajiki onto his back on the couch, he buried his face in the hero’s neck and inhaled his human scent, mixing with the snake pheromones.

A small surprised gasp from him as the naga placed an open mouthed kiss on the soft flesh at the junction of his neck and shoulder.

He felt his pulse race at the delightful sound, desiring to hear it again. His voice low in tone, “Please, let me mark you. Can I mark you as mine?”

Amajiki felt his head was spinning rapid circles yet somehow, between all his own thoughts clashing with each other, the question that _____ asked, immediately registered in his mind.

Mark him..

That was something that, if he understood correctly, wasn’t done lightly. It was a powerful symbol, almost like a mating mark was. Maybe that’s what this was, a mating mark. But did such a pretty human really want to mark him as a potential lifelong partner?

“I can smell the doubt coming off you, Amajiki,” a string of kisses being placed from ear to the underside of his jaw. The touch was so soft yet so sensual, a shaky breath escaped him, gripping onto the hand that was interlocked.

“W-why me?”

“Why not you?” A pause as the naga placed another kiss on his jaw. “I’ve enjoyed our time together the past three months.. I adore every second we spend together. You’ve become special to me, and I want everyone to know that you’re off limits.”

Another kiss to his jaw as the naga hovered above him now, waiting for a proper answer.

He may be innocent in all other aspects, but admittedly, Amajiki had been curious what it would feel like to touch him. Actually touch him. What his scales would feel like if they were overheated, what his voice sounded like when it was thick with desire, whether his pupils dilated or remained slits.

”… W-will you go slow?”

“However slow you want me to go for you, Amajiki.”

“You won’t regret it?”

“I will never regret claiming you as mine.”

“Can I hide the mark?”

“I will mark you somewhere that’s for only our eyes.”

“Can… Can I mark you as well?”

He could feel the way that question affected _____. He felt the way his body squirmed just slightly, the way blood rushed through his tail, how his scales quivered. It almost looked like he was holding back from letting his eyes roll to the back of his head. “I would beg you to claim me if you didn’t already ask.”

From the moment they started dating, Amajiki had never made the first move on anything. He always waited for the older male to go first, letting him do the guiding in the relationship. Age was a slight contributor to that, but Amajiki didn’t have the courage to do things first. The first interaction, first time they held hands, first night sleeping together, first dinner date. The naga was the one to initiate all of that.

He wanted to try and give back, even if he wasn’t initiating it.

”C-can I kiss you?”

If he could put to words what _____’s expression was describing to him, it almost looked like he melted a hundred times over, his pupils dilating into an oval shape and a pink hue dusting his cheeks. If Amajiki were being honest, this was the first time he’d really paid attention to his lover’s face like this.

Lover… He liked how it sounded to him, how it made his heart flutter.

”Getting a kiss from you would make me force the world to bend for your every desire, Amajiki.” A bashful smile on his lips, he reached up with his free hand and gently cupped the man’s scaly cheek, letting his thumb run over the texture and committing it to memory.

Did he always have such pretty scales?

Were his eyes always so focused on him and solely him when they were together, as if he was the only to exist?

When was it he admitted to himself that he found snakes attractive?

Whenever Amajiki let his heart accept the man before him to create a place in his heart and allow him to cherish moments like these, he would hold those grateful thoughts to himself and instead, enjoy the moment as their lips molded into a much desired kiss.

Maybe Fatgum was right. Maybe he should have let go the second they entered the bar that night. But he was happy that he had a friend like Fatgum to make sure he didn’t miss out on precious moments like these.

He’d have to thank him later. In a couple of years.

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Imagine spotting Tamaki sitting in the cafeteria opposite Mirio and Nejire. You're sneaking up behind him, your index finger pressed against your lips, as you're making eye contact with his friends. Once close enough, you're covering the unsuspecting student's eyes with your hands, softly biting down on your bottomlip to contain your laughter as his whole body abruptly goes rigid. "Y-y/n...?" Tamaki stutters after a moment of silence. That's when you can't keep your laughter in anymore, removing your hands from his eyes and kissing his cheek. You're moving over to the unoccupied chair beside him, plopping down next to your blushing mess of a boyfriend.

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Sugar and Secrets

Tamaki Amajiki x reader

Prompt:💌 + bakery!

Genre: Fluff

WC: 1.7k

A/n: I wrote 1.2k of this and hated it so I had to scrap it and go another direction.

~This is one of the requested prompts for My Emoticon Expression’s Event; check out the masterlist On my welcome page.

When you own a bakery, there is nothing more satisfying than having to restock a tray of sold-out goods. The tray of strawberry shortcake rolls only got sent out an hour but now, not even crumbs remain on the doily-lined platter. Carefully remove the old sheet and replace it with a new one. The sweet scent of sliced strawberries and sugar fills your nose as you take a deep breath, wondering how quickly these will sell out.

The bell on the inside of the bakeries door chimes merrily, and a voice calls to you from the entrance. “It looks like you’ve got mail,”

The cheery tone brings a smile to your face as you see Anne, one of your bakery’s part-time employees, coming toward you; in her hand is a pink and red striped envelope that makes your heart flutter.

“They sent another one?” you say softly, feeling your cheeks heat up. Over the past few months, you have received dozens of little notes and letters from what people around you call a secret admirer.

These little notes are filled with lovely written compliments and praises that have filled you with confidence and have brought a new kind of light into your life. 

“they did! You should open it and see what they said today. I think it is so cute that you have a secret admirer like that.” She says, handing the letter to you. “Don’t you wonder what they look like?”

“I’m curious for sure, but so many people come in here all the time it’s hard to narrow it down to one suspect.” You say, toying with the seal on the envelope

The truth is that who they are doesn’t matter much to you, not when you already have feelings for someone else. Someone you are sure would never have to resort to sending anonymous love letters. 

“Or are you just not interested because of a certain Pro Hero customer that comes in here all the time.” she giggles, dodging out of the way of your playful swat with ease. 

“Tamaki Amajiki is just a customer,” you mutter. “He’s one of the Top Pro Heroes; he can have anyone he wants; I don’t stand a chance.”

She frowns at your self-deprecation slightly before bumping your shoulder. “You can be so blind sometimes. I’m gonna go clock in; tell me what the letter says once you read it.”

“Maybe,” you tease gently, opening the envelope and opening the crisp parchment. The carefully penned handwriting stares back at you as you read.

Y/n, 

Your smile is just as sweet as your baking. They both radiate warmth and are made with love.

My day gets a bit brighter every time I walk into your bakery. 

Maybe one day I may feel bold enough to tell you all these things in person, but for now, I hope these notes suffice.

~Your Secret Admirer

You reread the letter a few times, letting the sincere compliments fill you with joy. If you ever find out who your secret admirer is, you will be sure to slip them freebies whenever you can. Even if you can’t return their feelings.

The entry bell rings again, and you jump a bit, sliding the envelope under the countertop before the customer comes in. A figure wearing a long white cape with gold accents on the hood walks carefully across your clean floors.

Your day just got one hundred times better. “Hey there, Suneater.” you beam, giving the pro hero your best smile.

“H-hey y/n, it’s good to see you,” he says, his eyes already eagerly scanning the display case for what catches his eye today. Unlike your other regulars who stick to buying the same couple of pastries every time they visit, he likes to order a variety, wanting to try something different every time. It keeps you on your toes and inspires you to bring in new desserts as often as you can.

“What are we thinking today?” you ask, making an awkward little gesture with your hands at the large variety of sweets in front of you.

He smiles softly, chuckling a bit at your actions. “Could I get one of these, one of those, and one of each of the cream puff flavors?” he asks. “Is there anything else you recommend?”

“The new shortcake rolls have been doing well.” you smile, pointing to the pristine tray you just restocked. “I know how much you like strawberries.”

He looks a bit surprised that you remembered that about him, but he thanks you anyways, walking over to the coffee station to fill his cup.

 Your eyes scan your large display case, searching for the best-looking pastries to give to the shy hero. Although it takes longer, you grab ones from the middle that look the best to place carefully into his pink and brown spotted pastry box.

Throwing in several extra pasties and meat buns for good measure

Sure, it may be irresponsible to give away so many products for free, but sneaking him food is the only way you can express your feelings for him.

“Here you go,” you smile, placing the box in front of him as he taps his credit card against your card reader.

“Excuse me, uh y/n.” he says, looking into his box of pastries, “I think you may have miscounted; I only asked for one of each.”

“No, I didn’t miscount.” you smile, “I just wanted to pack you a little something extra today since you’ve been working so hard. You’re my best customer, after all.”

He gives you the most adorable smile as the tips of his pointy ears turn pink, “I think Fat is really your best customer, but-”

“Tamaki,” you sigh, using his first name without thinking and pushing the box closer to him, “Take the freebies; you deserve it.”

“R-really? Thank you then.” he smiles, his eyes never leaving your own. “I’ll see you later, y/n.”

“Thank you for coming in,” you mumble, watching as he takes your carefully packaged box and leaves you with your thoughts.

~

One week later, you are getting ready to close up for the night, sweeping the floor with frustrated concentration. 

You didn’t receive a letter today, 

And Tamaki hasn’t come into the bakery in a week.

Is it possible that your secret admirer has lost interest in you and your crush is avoiding you?

You are so wrapped up in your thoughts you don’t notice the uneven cart of ingredients in your path. You bump it slightly, sending a bag of powdered sugar tumbling to the ground. It immediately bursts at the seams, sending a thick cloud of white powder into the air.

“Shit,” you yelp, inhaling the cloud of sugar in the air. The sweetness overwhelms you and sends you into a fit of coughing. Sugar gets everywhere, your hair, your eyes, up your nose. You can’t see anything, and the sensation burns as you try to wipe it away blindly.

“Are you okay?” Voice calls from the entrance.

“No, I need help, “you cough. The voice sounds so familiar you feel that you can trust them in your time of need.

You hear rustling as your savior comes towards you. “I-it’s okay, I am here.” They say, gently taking your hand and wiping away the sugar from your face with a gentle touch. It takes a few seconds for you to blink away the last bit of the product, but then you see the handsome yet concerned face of Tamaki Amajiki. 

“Suneater?” You say, coughing, wiping a tear from your cheek.

“What happened?” He asks, “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, just a bit clumsy. “You explain cleaning a bit more of the powdered sugar off of you. “I accidentally knocked over a bag of sugar, and it did not feel great to breathe in.”

“That sounds like something you would do,” he says, giving you a sweet wobbly smile, his violet eyes still looking over you carefully. If he notices the coating of sugar on your skin, he doesn’t mention it.

“Thank you for helping me, but what are you doing here? I thought you came in already today.”

He looks around nervously, his hand balled up in a fist. “Well, it’s just that I-I,” he starts to say, but then you notice some things sticking out of his pocket. A very familiar-looking red and white striped envelope.

In an instant, you reach for it, pulling it away from him before he can react. These are the envelopes your secret admirer uses. “Is it you? Have you been the one leaving these letters?”

He casts his eyes to the sugar-coated ground and nods.

Your heart feels as if it is going to burst out of your chest; not only has the customer you have been crushing on for a year been your secret admirer. But why does he look so sad?

“I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” you ask. 

“You were probably expecting someone else,” he sighs, giving you a look that makes your heart want to break. “Someone more confident and capable than me.”

‘Is he serious?��� you think to yourself, ‘Tamaki Amajiki is one of the most amazing people you have ever met. How is it possible that someone who builds your confidence so easily with his words struggles so deeply with his own?’

“Tamaki, I haven’t thought about anyone else. I liked you even before the letters,” you say, taking his hand and giving it a soft little squeeze.

His features light up with hope as he begins to realize that you like him too. 

“Then would you maybe want to get dinner tonight?” he asks, his voice coming out steady and comfortable.

“Well, first, I need to go home and shower, but after that, I would love to.” you laugh, glancing at your reflection in the mirror. 

“Maybe we should skip the dessert then; I think we have had a bit too much sugar today.” He quips boldly, sending the both of you into a fit of laughter.

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[helloescapist]

For the Year to Come | Tamaki Amajiki

Word Count: 1492?

Setting: tamaki amajiki x gn!reader, pining

Content Warning(s): SFW, fluff

Summary: with U.A. a buzz with tsukimi so close, you find yourself with a helper in the kitchen as you prepare for the festival.

A/N: I adore this time of year, and the moonfestivals throughout the countries. Expect to see a few themed, fluff shorts this week inspired by the moon.

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Steam rolled off of pots, waves of decadent scents filled the small dorm kitchen. Kabocha rested under the air, nestled against the side of the kitchen. Warmed by the stove, the resting of dough, and produce awaiting care. The fold of noodles having dusted amongst your fingers, rested on hangers.

Set to rest for a moment, the fold of vegetables, under the sharp blade of a knife. Crisp and fresh, worthy of any producer. The smile of a hum tucked upon your lips as your fingertips tucked under your knuckles. Carefully pinning nappa cabbage against the cutting board. Your dominant hand wielding the butcher’s blade as you delicately threaded the sharp edge against the cabbage. Crips and tangy, the touch of salt against its diced leaves. Vivid green, lovely under the kitchen lights. Ingredients compiled, and procured from all the shopping districts in the area. Proof of the dedication the U.A. students and faculty had placed into securing their supplies. Despite the threat the League of Villains had posed, obviously significant enough to have drawn the entirety of the student body into onsite dormitories, the students and staff had resolved themselves to live life normally. In a way, it was verification of how resilient your class was, and the upcoming generation of heroes. Their resilience gifting you an inner strength to endure time spent away from home, encouraged you in the difficult times, and because of this, you had offered yourself up. Volunteered to do a majority of the cooking for the upcoming tsukimi festivities. Reassured it would be no trouble, you were more than familiar with the basics of cooking from your family having instilled long time traditions at home, and over the years, and while there were a few other students who stopped by, and offered their assistance as time went on, the majority had taken pride in preparing for other activities. Games across the school grounds, decorating, and preparing offerings except for one student, who had been known to peek in periodically. Shyly standing as though a phantom at the door, peeking around the trim of the kitchen entrance before scurrying off, just to inevitably return to peek into the humble kitchen.

                The first time Amajiki had wandered to this area of the dormitories, you ahd wondered if he was perhaps hungry, or in need of snacks. It wouldn’t have been entirely unreasonable, his quirk after all required quite the hefty stock, and for all the time you had been in the kitchen, the upper classman had not nibbled on anything. Regardless of how you insisted. Your offer having drawn the red to his cheeks, the tremble of his small elven ears, as his eyes surveyed the kitchen before releasing a squeak of a vowel you could not comprehend, slurred as he turned on his heel, and dove for the safety of his own private dorm. The interaction having drawn your curiosity, as to why he had wandered in the area in the first place. If perhaps, senpai was embarrassed to be caught hungry—you, yourself had been on the receiving end of a deceitful tummy growl in class. Though, you were beginning to suspect that it was not in fact his stomach that had drawn him to the kitchen. The pressure of his eyes peeking over the door frame, the wiggle of his nose, caught on the warm scents that illuminated from steaming pots. The tremble of his eyes when you had peeked behind your shoulder, anxious to feel someone’s else upon your back. Weary of a threat, only revealed to be the hero-to-be Suneater, or at least, you assumed so. The rush of his fleeing state leaving only the small tip of his pointed ears, and sway of his blueberry hair in your sights.  The third time, you steeled yourself to the eyes that traced your back. Fought back the anxiety that wiggled your bones and brought the blush to your cheekbones… shooed away any frightful fantasies. Reprimanded yourself for the brief thought that perhaps, he wanted to see you. No, no, no! shame on you, you scolded yourself as you waved your ladle in the smoke of the kitchen. As though you were exorcising such wishful thoughts from your crush-stricken brain. No, in all your time of knowing the upper classmen, you wore more than aware that… it was likely the excitement of setting up other events weather card games, or decorating with the ikebana displays had likely been too loud eventful for the quiet boy. Though his social aversion was evident, you had also noticed that when the opportunity arose, his kindness often broke through the cracks of nervousness and self-inflicted worries. He was sweet, and thoughtful, in the way he defended others on the battle field. His self-sacrifice and willingness to stand his ground—ah, it was likely the elven-eared boy was working up the courage to ask if you needed any assistance. Wishing to assist within his means.

                The roll of steam fluttered across your brow, tinted your cheeks as the all too familiar graze across your shoulders caught upon your heightened senses once again. Resisted the urge to giggle at his cute antics. The light step of his shoes tapped against the tile of the floor, his house shoes snug. Utilizing the sheen of the steel cover removed from steamed bok choy, you allowed yourself to peek at his obscured reflection in the cookware. A look of melancholy rolled across his expression, his eyes once again dusted over the ingredients, unsure of their importance. The red, the heat of the kitchen you told yourself touched upon the tip of his ears before his deep-set eyes found your reflection. His shoulders arched, and high, far too aware of how he had been caught. The turn of his heel, quick to flee once more denied swiftly as you caught the edge of his sweater. How cute he looked removed from his school uniform, snuggled into layers. “A-Amajiki-senpai, would, would you mind helping me?” You requested. Unsure if your request was far too demanding, or whether it was the reassurance he needed to bridge communication. The warmth of the night sky that stretched across the mid-evening met your own. Shyly gazing your reaction before drifting to the gaze of your fingers intertwined in his sweater. The fumble of apologies as you withdrew your fingers from his side.

Amajiki--- ah, no, he had said you could refer to him as Tamaki. Although the nervous shatter of his voice had you questioning if he was sincere, or rather, it was a forced attempt to be friendly when he was horribly uncomfortable. Oh you prayed it wasn’t the alternative. Numbly fumbled his name each time you spoke it. Basked in the appearance of Ama—Tamaki-senpai with a half apron tied at his hips. Shy to ask you questions regarding your ingredients. Little things, such as if you wanted the kabocha only washed, or fully sliced. Whether the noodles prepared were for udon or soba—nodded his understanding when you had resolved to make both. wanting to avoid a dispute amongst your classmates. How eagerly he navigated the kitchen, securing you ingredients as you requested them. The shy smile tucked at the corner of his lips, warm and soothing. Encouraged by your praise, and happy to be at your side. Flustered in the way he found himself leaning into your shoulder, nervous to answer your coos to try the broth. Panicked of the way you offered to feed him the sample while he folded the mochi dough, but most of all, it was the way that you tended to the stock. Drawn into ensuring the balance of dashi was perfect, and the miso glaze dressed across the simmered squash, when you had peeked over your shoulder.

                The ends of his hair had been pinned back with bobby pins, allowing you the rare opportunity to memorize his delicate features. The porcelain tone of his skin flushed against the heat of the kitchen. The rumble of pots teasing the tremble of your heart. The blush as his hair every reminiscent of an indigo bunting bird, and just as beautiful as its feathers carefully pinned to the side. His eyelashes, long and doll like. The almond cut of his eyes, appraised at the dough caught between his long fingers. The upper classman’s touch delicate as he molded the dough meticulously. Caught between the delicate pinch of his fingers. Rolled carefully and skillfully as though he had practiced the motions… no, you felt confident he had practiced this, maybe throughout his youth. The shy smile that found his face before lifting up the mochi for you to see. A small white plush bunny revealed between his fingers. Timid in the way he peeked down at it, and back at you, whispered, “F-for you.”

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[thehusbandoden]

Hii, can wenget a part 2 for the claustrophobic reader fic?

A/n: of course! Though technically this is a third part 😅

Comforting Claustrophobic Reader Part Three -Amajiki Tamaki x Reader

Part One (Dabi, Shigaraki, Spinner)

Part Two (Bakugo, Shoto, Kirishima, and Denki)

General info:

Genre: fluff/comfort \\ wc: 515 \\ posted: 12/08/2023 \\ requested

Warnings!: villain attack, hostage (you), being tied up + gagged, tight spaces, claustrophobia, social anxiety (Tamaki), annnd I think that's it. Please let me know if I miss any! <33

Your breathing quickened as you laid on your side, trying to break free. You were a hostage in a robery, and the villain had thrown you in the closet when he saw the pro heroes arrive.

You were gagged and tied up, the rope pressing painfully into your wrists and ankles. The walls were too close for comfort, and the shock of being held hostage added to your panic.

Your hands shook with fear as you prayed for a hero to find you. Luckily, the Heavens were in your favor for Suneater burst through the door only a minute later. His face flushed as he took your beauty in, but he quickly shook his head, moving to pick you up.

Before he could, three villains jumped him, placing quirk cancelling handcuffs on him before pushing him into the closet, closing it quietly to not alert the other heores. HIs body fell on yorus and your breathing quickened, your hands beginning to shake even more.

You noticed that he was also shaking as he scrambled to get off you.

"S-s-sorry.." he whispered, his head hung low as he moved as close to the wall as possible, trying to give you space. It took him a few moments to notice you were gagged, and when he did he conjoured up a chicken's foot to gently take it off you, contining with the ropes as well.

"T-thank you.." your voice was hoarse and shaken. Tamaki blushed.

"I-it was nothing.. I-I'm sorry for falling on you.." the chicken foot disapeared.

"It wasn't your fault.." you continued to shake.

"Are you.. okay?" Tamaki murmured, looking at you worridly.

"I'm very claustrophic.." you murmur.

Tamaki's eyes softened in sympathy. "I'm sorry.. if it makes you feel any better I have something similar.." he spoke softly, looking down at you.

"You.. do?"

Tamaki nodded. "I don't know if you know me as a pro hero or not, but i have severe social anxiety.."

You nodded in understanding. "That's why you were so nervous when you first came in.."

A comfortable yet strangely intimante silence fell onto you two as you both stared at the ground.

"You know.,. you're a great hero." You murmur, smiling slightly.

"I-I am?" Tamaki's ears started to grow red.

"Oh yeah.. you immediatly jumped to my defense, ignoring your anixety. And you stayed calm and even comforted me.."

"I-it's nothing.. it's my job.." Tamaki murmured.

"Well you seem like a really good person.."

Tamaki's ears grew redder. "T-thank you.. I think you're a great person too.."

"Do you think.. we can go out sometime..? Maybe get some lunch or something.."

Tamaki's face flushed. "I-I'd like that.." he murmured.

Before you could say anything else the door slammed open, revealing an inexperienced pro hero and about four police officers.

You sighed in relief, smiling at Tamaki. "Thanks Suneater, I really appreciate what you did for me.

Tamaki flushed in embarrassment, smiling softly. "I-it was nothing.."

"Can I get your name..?" He added, his ears a deep shade of red.

"It's y/n.. and yours?"

"T-Tamaki.." he murmured.

"Tamaki.. thank you."

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[bakugoyelling]

Sleep Troubles | Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

wc: 700~

contains: fluff and a bit of crying, but there’s a cute ending! 

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Tamaki has to pick up a new shift for the next few months.

He leaves around nine at night and doesn’t come back home until a little after five in the morning. But you still eat dinner together, and he pecks you on the lips before departing for work every night, but once you’re alone in bed, you struggle to sleep.

Without Tamaki beside you, it doesn’t feel right. And sleep escapes you as you struggle to find comfort, little clouds of worry passing through your mind. Although, a few hours in, you do manage to get some rest. Not as much as usual, but it’s something. 

It takes less than a week for Tamaki to notice. You’re yawning non-stop, and your preference for tea has switched to coffee — even though you've complained about it making you feel jittery in the past.

“How many more weeks do you think you’ll be on this schedule?” your tired voice asks that night during dinner, poking at the food on your plate.

“At least another month,” Tamaki looks at you with a softened gaze, wishing his answer wasn’t so disappointing for you.

“A whole other month?!” you frown and peer up at him, disheartened eyes misting over with tears as he nods.

It feels like a trivial reason to cry, but you can’t help it. Maybe it's the lack of rest.

“Well, it needs to hurry up,” you blink away any forming tears before continuing. “Because I can’t sleep without you." Breathing out a laugh, you collect yourself.

 “Well, I can just... not as good,” 

Tamaki wishes he knew how to help, but for now, all he can think to do is hug you.

Later that night, almost an hour into his patrol, Tamaki comes upon a new store in the city — their window display decorated with colorful merchandise; t-shirts, hats, action figures, and even water bottles of the country's top heroes.

Shuffling on his feet, he wonders what else they might sell. Surely they sell more than just merch than this, right? Window fronts are just used to draw people in, so who’s to say they don’t sell products for other heroes? Other heroes like Suneater. 

Tamaki doesn’t want to seem full of himself but come on; he’s been doing this job for a while now, so it makes sense. But with only ten minutes left until closing time, there’s no time left to delay, so with a deep breath, he heads inside.

The following morning, the gentle brush of something soft being laid down beside you stirs you awake. Still half asleep, you move to wrap your arm around it, unaware of what you’re cuddling up with until your eyes drift open. Focusing, there beneath your arm lay a perfectly snuggle-sized Suneater plushie — an almost exact replica of the man you love — the one standing before you as you lightheartedly chuckle.

“Tama,” you say his name with a smile. “Where did this little plushie come from? I love it,”

Gosh, you’re adorable.

“I bought it while on patrol last night,” he begins, sitting down on the bed as you make room for him.

“Since you haven’t been sleeping all that well, I thought maybe it could help,” Tamaki fiddles with the comforter, eyes focused on the material as he continues.

“So...it can be like falling asleep with me,”

He’s hesitant to look up, afraid you might think the idea is silly, but then you giggle — a warm laugh that makes Tamaki look up at you, his mouth quirked in a smile as you thank him.

“Aww, I love that so much. You have no idea. I feel I’m gonna cry,” with a dewy-eyed pout, you laugh, attempting to conceal your overly sensitive reaction as you sit up.

“Thank you, really,” you lean in to peck his cheek, and he wraps his arms around you, embracing you in a loving hug before pulling back.

“I’m glad you like it,” Tamaki smiles as you examine the details of the plushie (those designers really paid attention to his hero costume).

“I don’t just like it. I love it! I’m going to snuggle the heck out of this thing!” you say, squeezing the plush to your chest. 

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 

as someone with a tamaki plushie, this was very self indulgent lol ♡ thank you for reading! let me know if you enjoyed this little piece :)

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[sweetnsour1]

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Fluff, Amajiki x female reader, part 1 of 2

Part of the Hero Interview Panel Series

"What was I thinking..." You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead against the wall. It was cold, but did nothing to relieve the anxiety welling inside. You groaned and started square breathing.

"Are you-are you alright?"

"Oh, sorry. Yea, it's just a little overwhelming out there." You opened your eyes and tilted your head towards the shaky, but gentle voice. "Didn't know anyone else was-" Your words trailed off when you saw a white hooded hero in the same position you were, but a few yards away. He hummed in understanding.

"It's awful out there. I tried picturing everyone as potatoes." You giggled, but stopped when he looked at you with sad indigo eyes.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't laughing at you. I was just thinking that a stadium full of human-sized potatoes would still be pretty scary." He nodded and turned back to the wall.

"Yea, it was."

"So, that's why you're here?"

You wondered if you'd offended him, but you didn't want to be the one to end the silence hanging between you. You had a hunch he was sorting out his thoughts.

"I'm hiding from Red Riot and Lemillion."

"Why?"

"Because I'd go out there if they asked me to...even though it's awful."

"You're brave." He turned to look at you again. At least one eyebrow was raised. His hair covered too much of his face to tell if the other one was up as well. "Oh, you know...because you'd do it even if it scares you." His eyes darted down your body, searching for something.

"You don't look like the rest of the potatoes." Your laugh echoed through the hall.

"Well, that's good. I'd rather be french fries." Damn, he was even cuter when he smiled. He moved two steps closer.

"Why are you here, small fry?" His eyes flickered to your cheeks as they warmed.

"Oh, well I'm actually one of the panel moderators...sorry." His head tilted. So cute!

"You're a reporter? I don't recognize you."

"I kind of prefer it that way...I'm actually a print journalist. I don't usually volunteer for these sorts of things."

"You volunteered?"

"You're good at this. Normally I ask all the questions." He blushed and took a step back. "Oh, I don't mind...I like it." You shook your head. You were acting like such a rookie, but you really weren't expecting to actually talk with him. "I volunteered." You took one last deep breath. "I volunteered to lead the Fat Gum Agency panel because I wanted to meet my favorite hero..." You felt a rush of something, pushing you to continue. "...and you don't really do interviews."

You watched his face reach a new level of blush as quickly as the words had tumbled out of your mouth.

"I'm so sorry! I'm not saying this was an interview...like this is totally off the record and all that. It was just a nice talk."

"You say sorry a lot."

"Sorry...um I mean, yes you're right. I mean it when I say it though."

"You always mean what you say." You opened your mouth to answer, but closed it when you realized it wasn't a question. Your phone started vibrating. You silenced it without pulling it from your pocket.

"We're gonna' be late." He turned back to the wall. "Um, do you want me to use my quirk on you. It might help with the anxiety."

He didn't move when you closed the distance between you. You moved your hand up, but paused as you neared his face. He was blushing again.

"Oh, and if you're angry with me...tell me now. My quirk-"

"I'm not angry."

"Okay, then it should be fine." You pressed your hand to his cheek. You hesitated when his eyes closed and he hummed.

"Is your quirk sunshine?" Your brows crinkled in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"It feels warm and soothing...like the sun." You blushed, but kept your hand and eyes on Suneater.

"My quirk is Amplify. I can increase the impact of emotions...but I...didn't use it on you yet." His eyes sprang open. You bit your lip to keep from grinning when you saw his cute pointed ears shift to the same red as his cheeks.

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[suyacho]

hi happy late birthday @nerdy-shy-readytocry​ , thank you for filling in the form and im sorry for being so late- i hope you had a good day, here’s some tamaki for you <3

tamaki decides to clean up some things and comes along old memories of you together.

WARNINGS: gn!reader - fluff - 500 words - not beta read

When you walked into the house after doing groceries, your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen and you couldn’t help but to be worried until you heard him.

“Finally!” you heard him speak to himself excitedly, frowning a bit as you made your way into your shared bedroom, only to see him sitting on the floor with several photo books and your memory box together.

“Hi Tama, I’m back.” you smiled, making him jump up slightly as he turned to you with a big smile. “Hi baby, welcome back, look what I’ve found.” he told you, signing you to sit next to him and you did exactly that.

“What have you been up to, to get this far in memory lane?” you questioned, earning a soft laugh from Tamaki. “See I was cleaning our bedroom when you were out and remembered we had these somewhere so I decided to look for them.” he answered with a big smile, opening the memory box on his lap.

“We really kept all of this starting from high school huh..” you mumbled, smiling at the memories as you rested your head on his shoulder. “I’m glad we did.” he smiled, looking through the things while the two of you laughed at certain memories that popped up with each small thing.

“Isn’t this the movie ticket to our first date?” you asked, only for Tamaki to stiffen up. “Don’t even mention that but yes it is.” he answered quietly, making you giggle softly.

“I remember that day like yesterday– You were so nervous there but to be fair I also was, you were red almost the whole night.” you teased him. “Oh shut up! It wasn’t that bad and like you said, you were embarrassed too..” Tamaki fought back, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink as he spoke.

“You couldn’t even ask me out, you had Mirio do it because it was harder than you thought face to face didn’t you?” you continued, only to earn a playful smack from him. “It’s not like you got all flustered and couldn’t even answer me back.” Tamaki teased back, earning a playful smack from you this time as he laughed, picking up one of the photobooks.

“I can’t believe you stayed with someone like me who used to get flustered so easily and froze at the slightest bit.” Tamaki confessed, smiling at the pictures of you two in high school, seeing how red he was on some of the pictures, dying from embarrassment almost.

“Well we both were idiots who changed for the better in the end so I don’t see the problem.” you smiled, thinking back at how it all went back then and how Tamaki slowly but surely became less and less nervous and shy around you, becoming more confident as well.

“But you still get flustered and easily, don’t you pretty boy.” you smirked, looking at your lover and noticing how red he turned, quickly looking away from you.

“What’s that?” you laughed. “You’re so mean.” Tamaki mumbled, crossing his arms as he looked back at you.

“You love me though.” you smiled. “You’re lucky I do, I love you so much.” Tamaki mumbled, gently grabbing your face and pulling you closer, ignoring how red he was when he pressed his lips against yours, the two of you melting in one another's touch.

Who would’ve guessed you’d end up here with Tamaki years later? Laughing at how he couldn’t even form full sentences around you.

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