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nights-legacy · 1 year

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Body Snatched - Tamaki Amajiki

Masterlist MHA Masterlist #2

Body Snatched Masterlist Authors Note -- Tamaki was one that was requested multiple times alongside multiple other characters in more than one request, so I'm going to add the links to the original ask (similar to a masterlist) as I get them written and posted.

1750 words

Warnings: unwanted touches, attempted assault, language, vulgar name calling

+You and Tamaki have been friends since 1st year. Somehow, you were able to befriend him even through his shyness. Over the years, you two fell for each other and secretly started dating. Everything was great until your boyfriend got switched with your borderline Stalker.

There was a guy in the B-class of the 3rd year class that wouldn't leave you alone. He couldn't take no for an answer and you were getting fed up. Tamaki was getting mad with it too. So when Tama and that boy become victims of the body switch quirk that has been going around UA, the guy takes off to find you before anyone can protest.

Y/N's POV

I chewed on my pencil as I walked along the walkways. I bobbed and weaved through people without looking up. Having a sixth sense quirk has a lot of advantages. I was going over job opportunities for sidekick jobs after graduation.

"Ugg. This is going to take forever." I groaned to myself. I turned to go into the clorms when I heard someone calling me. I immediately recognized the voice and groaned. I stopped and pivoted on my heel to see Yan running my way.

"Y/N!" He ran up before skidding to a stop.

"You don't get to call me so personally!" I snapped and he backed away in surprise. I scoffed. "What do you want?"

"I really need to talk to you. Something happened and you are not going to believe me and..."

"Of course I wouldn't believe you. Why would I believe you on anything?" I rolled my eyes before rubbing my forehead, annoyed. "Why am I even entertaining you? Leave me alone Yan."

"Wait, no! Y/...L/N. Please!" He called after me. I gave him a confused look. He was acting really strange. He continued to try to get me to listen but I just rolled my eyes and walked away into the dorms.

"Hey Mirio. Yan's outside. Just a warning. He's acting really weird." I rustled the blonde's hair.

"Okay. Thanks for the warning." He smiled. I rode the elevator up to my floor and headed to my room. I paused when I saw my door open.

"Who's in my..." I rounded the door frame and saw Tamaki standing there with his back to the door. "Hey!" He turned around and gave me a tight smile. "You alright?"

"Yeah! Why wouldn't I be?" I shrugged, walking over to my desk. I set down my paperwork.

"You just seem tense, that's why." I sat against the edge of the desk. He chuckled nervously while looking around the room. I cocked my head to the side. "Hey..."

"Hmm?"

"Come here." I reached out for him. I saw him gulp before taking my hand. I pulled him in very close, running my other hand up his chest to his neck, "Maybe I can help loosen you up abit." I whispered in his ear.

"O-okay." I bit my tongue lightly before kissing his neck. His hands grabbed my hips tightly as I traveled along the skin of his jaw. My quirk gave a warning at the back of my mind but I ignored it, figuring it was just aftershocks of Yan outside.

"Why so tense baby?" I chuckled as he was stiff in my arms.

"Is this really happening?" He asked. I could hear the disbelief in his voice. I pulled away and looked up at him. I copped his face.

"Yeah. It's nothing that hasn't happened before. Are you sure you're okay?" I ran my thumb across his cheek bone.

"Yeah, yeah. Just a long day." I nodded before smiling again.

"Come here." I cupped the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He squeaked a bit but responded immediately. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hooked a leg over his hip. The alarm bells were still going off in the back of my head but I ignored them completely.

"Fuck." I gasped as I pulled away and he moved to my neck.

"I knew there was something going on between you two..." He muttered under his breath. That set off an alarm that I couldn't quite ignore. I looked to my left and saw my mirror. In the mirror, it looked like Yan in my arms, not Tamaki.

"What the fuck!" I pushed him away only to see Tama standing before me confused.

"What?!" He asked, startled. I looked back to the mirror and the reflection was normal. I let out a huff.

"Sorry. I just saw... I saw you as Yan in the mirror." I admitted. He tensed as I said that. It made me pause, making me actually pay attention to my quirk.

I observed him and how he was acting. It was very not Tamaki. True he may be a nervous, shy guy but around me he never acted like this. Not meeting my eye or seeming confused about us in general. His strange actions made me think about Yan's strange behavior outside.

"What..." I glanced at the mirror then back at Tamaki again. Yan outside, now that I think about it, was acting more like Tama then Tama was... My train of thought was cut short by my quirk going off, basically yelling bingo at me. "You're not Tamaki. You're Ya..."

"Bitch!" I was hit on the side of the head, sending me to the floor. I groaned, pushing myself upright. I was grabbed by hair and yanked to my feet.

"Ow!" He pulled me to look him in the face.

"I am tired of you rejecting me! I should have realized you were the food freaks little fuck toy." He growled. I could feel the tears running down my face as I tried to pry his hand from my hair. "Now you're going to be mine."

"Yan, no!" I screamed before he shoved me by a hand on my jaw onto my bed. My head hit the wall, lazing me even more.

"Oh, yes." He began to unbuckle his belt and jeans. I whimpered and tried to back away but he grabbed my ankle in a crushing grip. Before he could get closer, he was blown into the balcony doors. I looked and saw Nejire standing in the door.

"Neji!" I cried and she ran over to me, pulling me into her chest. I hid in her neck, crying my eyes out.

"I don't appreciate you trying to hurt my friend!" I heard Mirio in the room. I felt a gentle touch on my ankle and I peaked out to see Yan or at least his body.

"Tama?" I asked softly. He gave me a sad smile.

"Yes, it's me bunny." He nodded. "I'm so sorry. I should have tried harder or warned you differently. I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Tama. It's not your fault. I wasn't willing to listen just because I thought you were..." I looked towards where Mirio had the real Yan held by his arms behind his back. Principle Nezu and a few of the teachers had shown up quickly.

"We've already had to reprimand you for bothering L/N before Mr. Yan. I'm afraid we're going to take more drastic measures this time." Nezu chastised.

"But!"

"No! You brought this upon yourself. Mirio you can let him go." He did and a teacher led him from the room. Nezo then turned to us with a gentler look. "Now Mr. Amajiki. I would suggest you come with me so we can get this i body snatching business fixed and L/N... I want you to go to Recovery Girl to have her check up on you."

"Yes sir." We said. They left with Mirio and Neji went with me to RG's office.

*Later*

I was distracting myself at my desk with the job papers again while waiting to hear about Tamaki. It had been hours and was getting dark. I sighed as I saw another minute roll by on the clock.

"Can I come in?" I jumped, screaming a bit before turning to see Tamaki in the doorway. He was in sweats and a 'Keep Calm & Eat Takoyaki' shirt I got him on. I stayed still, waiting to see if my quirk was going to go off. It stayed silent though.

"Tama..." He took big steps to reach me. He knelt on the ground in front of me and wrapped me in a big hug. After he pulled back, he set his head in my lap and I heard the smallest sniffle.

"I'm sorry. I should have tried harder to warn you. I..."

"Tamaki." I gently pulled his head up and kissed his nose. "I could have been more receptive too. I should have listened to my quirk when it was telling me something was wrong." He nodded and looked down. I handed him a tissue. After blowing his nose, he loomed back up at me with a smile.

"I'm glad you're alright."

"Yeah. Nothing but a few bruises." His eyes drifted to the side of my head that was purple and blue. He bit his lip as he reached up and brushed his fingertips over the bruise. He stood on his knees and kissed my temple.

"How did you finally realize it wasn't me?" He asked.

"I guess my quirk finally had enough of me not listening. I looked in the mirror and instead of your reflection, it was Yan's. Plus he muttered, 'I knew there was something going on between you two' which was weird."

"Yeah, but I'm glad it made you realize something was wrong."

"How did you get Mirio to even let you into the dorms?"

"Principle Nezu showed up. I had taken off after Yan after the switch but not before I explained to the teachers." He took my hand and began to fiddle with my fingers. "So what were you working on when I came in?"

"Oh just, job offers and applications for sidekick positions. Not all of us have a guaranteed spot upon graduation." I poked his crest. He laughed before getting up. He pulled me from my chair before sitting down and pulling me into his lap. He hooked his chin over my shoulder and cuddled against me.

"Want some help?" He offered.

"Always from you."

"Okay. Let's see here." He picked up a few papers. "Oh no. Not here. You'd have to deal with that annoying Grape from 1A if you went there."

"Then a definite nope. I don't need another pervert in my life right now."

"Not ever." He turned my head and gave me a searing kiss.

"Not unless it's you." At that, his face went bright red and he buried his face in my neck.

"Baby!" He whined and I just laughed.

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novasdarling · 2 years

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Pairing: tamaki x reader x mirio

TW: Kidnapping, Stalking, Noncon, Smut, Oral, Sex, Female Reader.

It was both adorable and embarrassing watching Tamaki trying to work himself up to talk to you. He had been muttering for what felt like hours, talking about how he was going to go up to you in the library and talk to you. Make some small talk, perhaps even ask you out. Yet, every time he got up to go, he only sat right back down. At first, it was entertaining to Mirio how shy his friend was, but after a while. It began to get rather sad.

“Just ask her. Or at least go and say hi. Even ask her what she’s reading.”

Mirio just wanted to see his friend actually do something. To stop pining from afar. Plus, he’s sure he’s caught the girl admiring Tamaki from afar as well. Two little love birds too scared to talk to each other. It would be adorable to see them together. Not to mention you were rather pretty and Mirio wouldn't mind having a pretty face to look at more often.

“W-what, what if she doesn’t want to t-talk to me?” Mirio laughed at that. It was always like this. He would watch his friend talk about you, stare at you, and then get up and sit back down instead of actually doing what he wanted. Cute, but sad.

Eventually, you left, leaving Mirio with Tamaki complaining stating he was just about to go talk to you. The blonde knew he was lying, it was always like this. But he was used to this until he wasn’t. It all just got so heartbreaking, watching his friend struggle. Years went by and eventually, you went your own way. Since you weren’t in the hero class, you went into a civilian career. While they went on to be heroes. Gained rank as time went on. Though both of them would catch glimpses and run-ins with you every so often. Mirio greeted you, while Tamaki would just blush and stare down. Still having a crush on you. Poor boy, to want someone so badly for so long, yet unable to even talk to them. Mirio assumed Tamaki was going to get over his crush eventually, but he was very wrong. One night Tamaki was crying and complaining to the blonde about you. How badly he wanted to be with you. To even get one chance to take you out. He tried to tell him that he could try a simple hello first, they knew you worked in a café near their agency. They could have a “run-in” again. The poor shy guy's eyes basically lit up at the idea of seeing you. Though, the blonde made a point that he could perhaps learn a bit more about you. Tamaki only had a bit of information on you, mainly from your school days. It was stated to him that it would be best to learn some more. Your favourite flowers, candy, anything he could use to greet you with and ask you out.

“I’m sure there’s more you can learn about her. To make sure she’s sure to say yes and have fun on a date.” Tamaki looked at the blonde confused. “I stop by the café a lot. Hang out a bit around the area. She stops by a corner store a lot on her way home.”

Tamaki was shocked that he knew anything about you. Mirio never showed much of an interest in you. Only supporting him in his little crush. The blonde broke down his plan for his friend. They should take a shift patrolling in that area one day and make sure you get home safe. Also, see if they can learn anything about your likes. Mirio explained it as if they were researching for a mission, not stalking an innocent civilian.

It wasn’t hard getting those shifts. Late patrols were usually unwanted, given to the new hires. The agency was happy to give them away to some of their best heroes. Letting the boys watch you from afar. Taking in as much as they could. You seemed to always grab the same drink from the shop, sometimes grabbing a snack. Tamaki was taking it all in, trying to remember everything he saw. Mirio was taking in the information as well. He hadn’t realized what all of this was doing to him. He simply thought he was getting data for a friend, but it was something else. Soon the blonde watched you without his friend, alone when Tamaki was busy. He hated to admit it, but it wasn’t just an interest or a friendly act anymore. No, it was something more now. He was understanding how his friend was so interested in you. You were cute, sweet and kind, It drove him mad, watching you help others when needed. It was odd how much you were like Tamaki. Both so caring and loving. Friendly with customers, always smiling at them. Everything he thought he would always want in a partner. This wasn’t good, or was it? The Tamaki wouldn’t know what to do with a girl like you. He could always show him. Show him how a girl like you deserves a proper date. The kind of flowers and gifts you should get. Oh, and how to make love to you. Tamaki would be useless with having your body in his hands. You would go to waste unless Mirio helped. These thoughts began to torment him, it wasn't right to want you. To want his friend's girls, but here he was fisting his cock late at night watching you undress in your apartment.

As much as Mirio wanted to bring this up to Tamaki, ask him to share. Tell him how he can show him how to do everything right with you. How to treat you right. That Tamaki needed his help. It just would never leave his lips properly. There was no way he would let you slip by. Let you solely be enjoyed by another. Mirio needed to talk to his friend. The next time they saw each other, he decided he would bring it up. It wasn’t long until then. Working another late shift, watching you get home. They were covered by the darkness, hiding on top of buildings and in alleys to avoid being seen. It was when you were in your usual shop that Mirio decided to bring it up.

“You have good taste. She’s very cute.” Tamaki nodded, agreeing how beautiful you were.

“This would be your first relationship, right?" Tamaki nodded. "You probably don’t know what to do.”

“Yeah, I-I-I can learn.” Poor Tamaki sounded scared and now worried.

“Of course. You know the best way to learn is, well to be taught. To watch.” Mirio slung his arm around his friend, hoping to convince him. Hoping he would get the hint of what he needed.

“Like movies?” He sounded sceptical, he knew that’s not what the blonde meant.

“I was thinking more of hands-on instructions. Movies only show so much.” Mirio flashed a friendly smile. “I could help you. Show you what a girlfriend needs. What wows a girl like her.”

Even though they were best friends, it didn’t stop the blonde from using his charm. Using poor Tamaki’s insecurities against him. Pushing to let him in, to let him be a part of this imaginary relationship with the promise he’ll teach him everything.

“Let me help you. If you let me have her as well, I promise I’ll be able to get her. Get her back to yours.”

His voice had gone low, it wasn’t his usually cheery words falling from his lips. His smile had fallen, a serious expression taking its place. The blonde’s intentions were darker, Tamaki knew it, but the idea of actually having you with him, even if he had to share. Even if it was most likely through improper and cruel means. There was no way you'd agree to be shared. The only way they'd have you was through a way that wasn't traditional, that was heroic. He couldn’t say no. Agreeing put Mirios smile back on his face. Telling his friend that the girl of his dreams will be waiting at his apartment tomorrow after work. No more questions or queries were spoken. They simply continued their watch and ended their shift. Both heading to their own homes.

Mirio had taken the next day off, stating he had a bad fever and cold. That he’d probably be gone for a few days. Tamaki knew of this before he got to the office since the blonde texted him earlier. While the shy hero was working, protecting the community. The blonde was doing no such thing. Rather, he was playing the role of a villain that day and most likely would be for a while after. It was rather simple, all he needed to do was take you early in the morning. While you slept, hoping the pills he crushed and put in your mouth would work. It was still dark out, he used that to cover his actions. You were in his arms, bridal style. You looked so at peace in his arms. It was difficult to look away from your face. So angelic while you slept in his arms. Finding it hard to pull his eyes away. Letting no one see him as he carried you back to Tamaki’s. To anyone who would happen to see him, he simply looked like a loving boyfriend taking his exhausted partner home. Tearing his eyes off his surroundings every so often to check your face. Watching how tranquil you looked as you slept. You were perfect for him, for them.

Hours had gone by and Tamaki was finally done with work. Rushing home as he received a text an hour earlier from Mirio. Stating that he was waiting at his with a surprise. Apart of him knew what he meant, but the other parts were certain Mirio wouldn't do it. Heading home confused, curious to see what the blonde was up to.

Placing his key in the lock, Tamaki wasn’t sure what he was going to be met with. But as he opened the door and walked in, he was sure it wasn’t going to be this. That this surprise Mirio was talking about wasn’t going to be you. Bound, gagged, and naked in his bed. At first, the idea of it being wrong didn’t even cross his mind. No, he was too busy admiring your struggling body laying there. The way the rope was slightly digging into your skin, quashing some of the fat. Your hair was spread out on his pillow, some stuck to your wet face. The tears you had cried created a glue for them. Keeping them in place as you tried to move around. A goddess was laying in his bed. Your moves were slow and limited. Mirio didn’t leave much room for you to move when he tied you and the drugs slowly wearing off didn’t help your struggle either. Your arms were bound behind your back, while your legs were tied very loosely to the bedposts at the end of the bed. The blonde was utilizing the fact the drugs were still in your system. Also wanting your legs more free, able to be positioned easily to get in-between.

“Happy?” Mirio’s turned towards his blushing friend. “Got you a little something.”

“I-uh-” He couldn't hide the blush on his face, taking over his whole face. “What-what d-did you d-do.”

“Finally took the step to help you get what you’ve been wanting for years.” Mirio was making his way toward Tamaki.

All Tamaki could do was stare at you, seeing how your eyes were pleading for him to help. Transfixed with you. Unable to push against his friend's actions, letting the blonde lead him to the bed by your side. Your eyes followed them, watching how they moved closer to you. Mirio pushed his friend closer. Trying to get him comfortable with you. Taking his hand, the blonde place it on your thigh. Ignoring how you cried into the gag, failing to move away from the touch. Once Tamaki touched your skin, it was like it lit something in him. His eyes peered at where his hand was. So high up on your thigh. Giving it a light squeeze, watching how his finger dug into your fat. A groan escaped his lips. This was heaven.

“Oh come one, feel what you really want.” Mirio’s grabbed his friend’s hand again, moving it higher up your thigh. Right in-between your legs. Resting on top of your cunt. “See better?”

All Tamaki could do was nod. This was better. Better than anything he ever had felt. You were so warm there. Still ignoring the sounds you were making against the gags and the tears. Too occupied with just letting his hand rest there to do anything else.

“Come on Amajiki, do something.” Mirio had his hand over his face, seeing his friend just stand there was painful when he had the girl of his dreams nude in his bed. Yet, all Tamaki did was continue to stand there, staring at you like he was a deer in the headlights. “Here, let me help.” All of the sudden, the blonde moved his friend out of the way. Crawling onto the bed, putting himself between your legs. “When you have a girl like this in your bed. You have to work her-here, let me show you”

“But-I uh, thought she w-was mine.”

“She is, but you need my help, remember? I can teach you how to make her feel good.”

Mirio leaned towards Tamaki, cupping his cheek. Hoping his friend would let him, would share such a treasure as he had promised before. When he heard nothing else, he knew he had won.

“Good.” His attention was back on you. Bringing your legs up over his shoulders as he slid down the bed a bit further. Until his face was levelled with your cunt. “Before you fuck her, you want to make sure she’s wet enough. Makes things easier if you can get her to cum.” He spent no time diving into you. Letting his tongue swipe over your clit. Smiling into you as he saw your back arch. “See how she reacts to me playing with her and I hardly did anything. So sensitive sweetie.”

He couldn't stop himself from going straight back to lapping you up. Fuck, you tasted so sweet. How could he ever give this up? There was no way he could let Tamaki have you all to himself. Hopefully the idea of showing him how to please you would last. His tongue spent no time before going back into you. More aggressive now with his actions, watching how you squirmed in his grasp. Pulling away, Mirio sat himself up. Letting your legs fall around his waist. Leaning up to your face, his hands went to remove your gag. Pausing before he did.

“When I take this off I don’t want to hear a thing from you besides our names and how good we’re doing. Understand?” It took you a bit to answer him, finally nodding. Mirio removed your gag. Waiting to see if you’d scream, but nothing came out. Placing a kiss on your cheek, he praised you. Looking over to Tamaki, he motioned him closer. “Here, sit here and keep her mouth busy.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Mirio’s glare stopped you. Tamaki moved to sit by your head, letting his fingers brush over your face. Muttering a “so sweet” as he took in your features.

Putting your legs back over his shoulders, the blonde got back to attaching his mouth to your cunt. Moaning into you at your taste. Going in-between trying to get his tongue as deep as possible and circling your bud. Feeling how your legs tensed and squeezed at him. The moans you were letting out. Breaking his contact with you for a moment, he looked up.

“Kiss her. Play with her chest. Do something.” Going back to focusing on you.

Tamaki was shocked. He wanted nothing more than to have his lips on every inch of you. Sucking and kissing anywhere he could. Your face looked so scared, yet your moans from Mirio said something else. Leaning in slowly, his lips were placed on yours. Hardly touching them, ghosting over them for a moment before letting himself place them on yours completely. Letting the full weight of his lips on yours. You didn’t kiss back, but he didn’t mind. Too drunk on the fact he was actually kissing you. Soon his hands joined him, roaming your body. Settling to rest in the valley between your breast. Oh, how he wanted to just squeeze and kiss them. But he still hadn’t worked himself up for it. Still adjusting to actually having you there on his bed. Having you under him naked. Being able to have you any way he wanted. A sudden confident boast pushed him to deepen the kiss. Swallowing the moans Mirio was causing. Slipping his tongue past your lips, roaming your mouth with it. Finally feeling your tongue against his. Trying to get you to respond. Wanting to see what it felt like having you kiss him as well. Pulling back, he looked disappointed in you.

“Please let me-”

A harsh slap was made to your thigh, cutting you off. It was Mirio who slapped you. Trying to shut you up. Not even breaking away from devouring you. Tamaki was a bit hurt, not because he knew this was wrong. No, he was upset you’d want him to stop. Stop taking what was his. He deserved this, deserved you. Rather than kiss you again, his lips trailed down your neck. Leaving sloppy kisses, and drool on your skin when his lips left that spot. Making his way to your breast. Planting his lips around one of your nipples. Unsure of what he should do, he began to suck. Hearing how your moans intensified when he placed his lips there. How you arched into his touch. Reaffirming he was doing something right.

Mirio could tell you were close, how you were enjoying both of their lips on you. Your legs were tense against his face. Squeezing him, while your heels dug into his back. Only bringing him closer to you. Putting more effort and force into his action. Pushing his face deep into your cunt. Not wanting to leave. All he could do was mutter a “She’s close, don’t stop.” Hoping Tamaki heard. He did, continuing his attack on your breast. Mirio was eager to bring you to the edge. Pushing you past it. Wanting to taste your arousal on his tongue. Wanting to be the one who made you cum first. Wishing that it would leave some mark on you, having you wanting him and giving Tamaki a reason to continue sharing.

“'m gonna c-cum.” Your voice was low and soft, embarrassed at your words.

“Good girl, I can’t wait to taste it.”

Mirio slipped a finger in you, letting his tongue focus on your clit. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but he didn’t expect you to be so tight. Trying to work you to be a bit looser, while also looking for your sensitive spot. It wasn’t long until he found it, seeing how your walls squeezed him. Working your spot, feeling you get tighter and tighter. So close, you were almost there. Putting more pressure on your sweet spot. Mirio had you falling over the edge. Finishing all over his mouth and fingers. Tasting your sweetness while he heard your moans and cries falling from your lips.

Tamaki kept your breast in his mouth while he looked up at you. Watching you fall over the edge. It was a sight to behold. Seeing how your back arched. The way you threw your head back to scream in pleasure. At that moment, he became an addict. An addict to you, more than he already was. Addicted to watching you scream and wither in pleasure.

Both of them pulled away from you. Mirio getting Tamaki to switch places. Now the blonde was by your face, while the other was between your legs. He didn’t need to be told, Tamaki was copying how the blonde had you. Your legs were on his shoulders, while he moved down. Being face to face with your soaked cunt. Wasting no time, having his lips on you. Licking up your slit. Earning a startled scream from you.

“You’re gonna overdo it. She’s sensitive.”

“I don’t care. I want a taste.”

Tamaki had a feral look in his eyes. As if he was a starved man who had a piece of food dangled in front of his eyes. In a way he was, having been wanting you for years. Watching and dreaming of having you like this. He couldn’t and didn’t want to stop the sounds from leaving his mouth while he ate you out. Unsure if he wanted to play with your clit or push as deep as he could. Switching between the two. While Mirio watched as you pleaded for him to stop. That it was all too much, you needed a break. Tamaki did no such thing. Instead, he buried his face deeper into you. Letting his tongue wander and suck. Who was the blonde to disturb his friend from enjoying you? Instead choosing to enjoy the view of how you tried to get away from him. Trying to tell him it was too much. Your words meant nothing to either of the men. Too drunk on your taste, your reactions, it was all so hypnotizing for them.

Tamaki could tell you were close, you were giving the same ques as before. He wanted to feel you cum on his tongue. He needed it, needed to feel your body spasm because of him. Knowing he did it. when your legs squeezed his head, he couldn’t hide the moan that escaped his lips. It was loud and lewd. The vibrations were your tipping point. Your mouth opened to let out a scream of his name. Shocking both men, but Tamaki snapped back when he tasted your arousal on his tongue. Trying not to let a drop go to waste.

“Tamaki, let me show you how to fuck her now.” Mirio went to move his friend. The blonde was desperate to sink his dick in you. Feel your walls massage him.

“No, I want to first.”

He sounded offended at the thought that Mirio thought he could have your first. He didn’t mind his friend indulging as well, showing him how to get your body to react to him. But you were his first. He had to be the one to fuck you first, even if he had never done it before. Completely unsure what to do, but that wouldn’t stop him. The blonde backed off, getting off the bed to sit on the chair nearby. Ready to watch and instruct. Tamaki moved your legs down to around his waist. Moving further up your body until he was settled properly between your legs. Shedding his clothes as quick as he could. Making him able to line himself up with your entrance. Both men watched your face, seeing how you were so blissed out. Barely able to focus on the man settled between your legs. Tamaki couldn’t wait any longer, placing a kiss on your lips as he pushed in slowly. Sliding his tongue in when you opened your mouth to gasp at the sudden intrusion. Both of your swallow each other moans. He was trying too hard not to cum right then and there. He needed to last longer, it was embarrassing to cum so fast when it was your first time together. In front of his friend, no he needed to last. Once pushed in fully, he stilled. Letting you catch your breath along with him.

“Feels good doesn’t it?”

Mirio had a sly smile on his face. Knowing his friend was close, it seemed both of you were sensitive. As selfish as it sounded he was happy, knowing it would be his time soon to have you at this rate. He couldn’t control himself. Watching his friend completely buried in you. Seeing both of them struggle to keep their composure. His hand moved down between his legs. Unbuttoning his pants, slipping them and his boxers low. Pulling out his dick, already hard. The longer he watched, the harder he got. The more painful it got. He needed something, needed to do something. His hand shot to his dick, began to stock himself slowly. Matching Tamaki’s shallow thrusts.

Once he was sure he wouldn't cum right away, Tamaki began to thrust. They were small and shallow. Still worried he was going to burst at any moment. But you just felt so good. Heavenly, he could lay here forever, he could die here and be happy. This was everything he had ever wanted. Moving his face to bury it in-between your shoulder and neck. Hoping to muffle his whines and moans. As his hips finally picked up speed, the sounds got worse. He was desperate to fuck you, to fill you. To make you his fully.

“That’s it, fuck her deeper and she’ll start to moan and scream louder.” Mirio was leaning back in the chair, legs spread as his hand was pumping his dick. Trying to match Tamaki’s thrusts.

“F-Fuck baby. So g-good baby.” He was already breathless.

His hips were getting as deep as possible. His thrusts were now speeding up. Focusing on his own pleasure. Chasing his own orgasm. Wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. Your soft whimpers only drove him to go faster.

“More, more. Please.”

“Find her sweet spot again. It’ll have her, fuck, cumming on your dick.”

Hearing Mirio’s words, Tamaki began to thrust into you at different angles. Waiting to hear if you made a new sound. Finally hearing you let one out, a soft whimper as you used your legs to push yourself into him.

“Yes, that’s it.” Mirio had a crazed look on his face. Biting his lip and he stared at your face. Drinking in your changing expression and the sounds spilling from your lips.

“So close, m’so close.”

He couldn’t control himself, desperate to cum in you. He must have hit the right area because without any notice your walls spasmed around him. Squeezing and massaging his dick. Bringing him over the edge too. With one last thrust, he stilled. Pumping you full. Bringing you as close to him as possible. Like he simply couldn’t get close enough.

“ah, yes, so good.” Tamaki’s words weren’t coherent. Just a babbling mess.

Mirio seeing both you and Tamaki in a breathless pile caused him to soon join you too. Spilling all over his hand. All of you stayed in your spots. Tired and breathless from everything.

“Pretty good for your first time.” Mirio was trying to level his breathing.

The men ignored how you were beginning to cry more now. Instead, Tamaki chose to lay on top of you. Bringing a hand up to pet your hair. Whispering sweet nothings.

“Shh, it’s okay sunshine. I’m here for you.”

As cruel as he just was with what he did, his eyes showed nothing, but love. Almost like he was a lovesick puppy staring at you. Seeing how his soft words calmed you, he continued. It wasn’t until Mirio spoke that made your tears rush back.

“Cute, but now it’s my turn.” The blonde stood up, towering over both of you on the bed. “Let me show you how to really get her to become putty in your hands.”

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Fluff, Amajiki x female reader, part 2 of 2

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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.

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Prompt: TamaNeji; Tamaki accompanies Nejire to the hospital following the Paranormal Liberation War; en route, Nejire's heart gives out from a combination of overusing her Wave Motion Quirk and her burn injuries from Dabi and Tamaki tries to revive her

Waaaait! It’ll be a angst mix fluff, right? That’s okay? Cause I don’t want Nejire to diiieeee! Sorry, this is bad again!

Can I Save You?- TamaNeji

Tamaki sobbed outloud hysterically, fingers feeling for the unresponsive Nejire’s heartbeat on the soft skin of her neck as his hands quickly ran up to her chest, leaning up in preparation and pushing down to try ignite her heart again with CPR. The poor young woman’s heart suddenly gave out upon the machine’s alert, yet, he needed to make sure the machine wasn’t buggy

All the exhaustion, quirk overuse and the many nasty burns caused Nejire’s senses to shut down after only a few hours of being treated in the hospital after that horrible fight with the villains. Recovery Girl nor Mirio was in the room as everybody, except Tamaki left to speak with All Might at the man’s request. Tamaki couldn’t leave Nejire alone for longer then seconds, somebody needed to stay with her. Protect her, ensure she’ll push on

Tamaki kept working, ignoring his arms beginning to sting in pain. His eyes flooded with tears as his heart cracked apart, not wanting to believe his longtime crush was dead as his head tried just as hard to gaslight himself. He couldn’t bare the idea of Nejire kicking the bucket, he cursed himself and went off at himself! Why couldn’t he have been the one who suffered injuries this bad, she didn’t deserve to be in such pain but he, for sure, did

To Tamaki, Nejire was completely unstoppable and her defeat shattered his world. Her stamina was endless, he had never seen her falter once and her character intrigued his heart. Her bravery, her skill, her good nature, he fell head over heels for her but was far too self-conscious to express it. He stayed in the background as Nejire willingly grew closer to him and his dear childhood best friend, Mirio

Tamaki was completely unaware of the fact Nejire had mutual feelings for him. She is always impressed by his quirk, she had always found the shy guys the best and she always wants to squish his cheeks, she loves kittens and he was just like a kitten to him. A tough, skilled but kind timid little kitten! Nejire’s soul broke into pieces when she felt herself slipping, Tamaki’s calls growing fuzzy

She didn’t want to leave Tamaki yet and her subconscious screamed at her breaking-down mind to keep fighting, stay alive. Don’t across the rainbow bridge yet and like a real life miracle happened, her eyes shot open suddenly and her hand clutched his wrist like she felt unsteady and needed support. She swore she saw death’s doorstep but a flame of heat chased away the cold darkness

The heartbeat monitor fluttered and the line weaved back to a faint state. Her heart’s beating stably again! Tamaki felt a mix of pure relief and joy overwhelm him, his slightly puffy dark eyes glaring at the monitor humming with each beat. His muscles screamed out in exhaustion with how fast and hard he was submitting CPR. He didn’t care for himself, he just needed to keep Nejire alive until Recovery Girl returns

Nejire begun breathing heavily in sync to the pushes as to try keep her heart beating for the two of them, both of her hands holding onto his wrist and eyes gazing up at him. They radiated life, colour and beauty as they always did before. Nejire was getting a hold of herself quickly. Tamaki couldn’t help but croak out his wails, removing his hands from her chest altogether and ignored the sharp pain shooting through his senses, he leant down and pressed his head into the nape of her neck without a second thought

“You’re okay… you’re okay” Tamaki chanted mindlessly, carefully placing his arm over her waist as to not hurt her. Nejire’s face flamed as she ran her hands through his hair slowly, her strength recuperating at a surprisingly fast pace as her heart returned to a usual pace. The CPR worked! It brought her back to the land of the living. It was silent for quite some time as she listened to Tamaki pant, sobs breaking through on occasion, and looked inbetween the hospital roof and Tamaki’s dark purple hair

A small group of people suddenly entered the room moments later. Recovery Girl, Yuyu and Mirio all arrived silently, the two teens’ were thrown back in shock whilst Recovery Girl rushed over to her chair to get to work as the three could sense the relief and love flowing around the atmosphere. Mirio quietly approached Tamaki and gently pulled him off, patting his hair in attempts to ease him as Yuyu grabbed Nejire’s hand, her eyes flooding in happiness. Her best friend is alive, thank the gods above!

Recovery Girl immediately hovers her hands over the first burn of choice to begin heal them and dispose of the pain as fast as she could. Tamaki grips Mirio’s hand a bit tighter, tears overfilling his eyes as he truly couldn’t help himself but let his happiness overwhelm him. He thought she was going to die, his emotions flood out like a mighty waterfall as Mirio smiled besides his best friend, patting his shoulder

Nejire managed to make herself smile rather calmly and lightly whilst Yuyu moves out of the way entirely for Tamaki to take her spot besides Nejire’s laying form, his hand slithered through her shoulder-length bangs to twirl them inbetween his fingers, smooth like silk. So beautiful, her face may be drenched in burns but he could still sense her unbreaking smile and feel silky smooth skin. He could never be disgusted by her, no matter how destroyed she may look, she’ll always be beautiful to him

“You’re so beautiful…” Tamaki whispered shakily, making Nejire jolt slightly in surprise. The girl laughed gently, wincing in pain at the action seconds after. It did hurt but she couldn’t argue with admiring her longtime crush and her longtime crush admiring her. He was worried about her like all of her friends, he missed her and she felt her now sensitive heart ping

“I’m fine, kitten” Nejire chirped cheerfully, leaning her head to the side slightly to press a kiss on Tamaki’s hand when she felt it gently brush over her burned cheek, her eyes basically formed into love hearts as Tamaki locked his to hers, his cheeks flaming rosy red. That gaze, it was full of love

Did she… love him the same way?

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𝔸𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 (ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜)

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐢, 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐛.

A/N: Sorry guys! I ended up forgetting that I existed for a while and the passage of time actually happens! But it's okay, I've reentered consciousness and am ready to update this fic more normally, that's what I'm hoping for anyway! Sorry this chapter is so short but now the slow burn has finally begun! Thanks for sticking with me, love you guys <3

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I / II / III / Chapter 4

You've never thought of yourself as a hysterical person.

There were few instances you'd momentarily lost your composure over the course of your life. Times you had, perhaps, gotten a bit too agitated or dared to speak out of line, nothing overtly overzealous however. Refined was your imperial image and proper your demure voice, all marks of a "well trained" woman. Of an acceptable queen. Yes, nothing, no matter how earth shattering the revelations or horribly tragic the whispers, you'd never let your emotion stand beneath the limelight.

Even as your hands shook subtly underneath your pulsing uncertainty, you still believed that in earnest.

It was only now, after a brief breakfast and Eri's tear filled final departure, that the true choking heft of Amajiki's declaration bore mercilessly down upon your splitting back.

Just how were you supposed to respond to such news? Should you behave like a loving wife and be elated at the return of your husband? A faithful subordinate who's been informed that their superior has returned to command? Or perhaps annoyed that a prison mate you barely know has invaded your cell?

You had no such answer and as you casted a hesitant glance to the root cause of your turmoil, it was clear he'd offer no solution either. Tamaki's face just as afflicted as yours, his stormy dark eyes darting between the palace's many, ornate tapestries that decorated the serene dawn lit marble hallways, that you both currently roamed together without so much as a whisper.

You wanted to grip the rim of his collar and beg him to tell you how to behave, plead with him to alleviate the burden starting to lacerate the delicate white matter of your mind. Anything, anything but what he was doing now…which was desperately trying to avoid your shifting stare.

Though you had tried to make simple conversation numerous times, it was for naught. Words and topics you'd carefully chosen, that might enlighten you to his favored disposition, had fallen to the wayside along with his short, wobbly replies. None of which illuminated your current shadow cast inquiry. Yet, despite his lack of engagement, it seemed he fully insisted on accompanying you down the winding corridor. For what reason, you weren't sure and you didn't think you'd figure it out either. Things would be much less confusing if you could read those steeled, murky indigo irises. Honestly, scripture written in ancient markings was far more friendly to decipher than him.

"H-how are you feeling?” It was a simple question that came suddenly. One that caught you completely off guard.

“Good?” You answered with almost a knee-jerk, panicked reaction, that wasn’t becoming of you. you couldn’t help but cringe at the question teeming within your hurried response.

One that Amajiki definitely noticed.

“Are you sure?” That was not a question, more so an opportunity he was hesitantly trying to bestow upon you.

Tamaki was never exceptional at being discreet with his anxious tendencies nor talented with his child's play at unwavering confidence, both of which he was trying to display as he waited for you to speak. You couldn’t ignore the way he held you in his stare, a hopeful glint coloring his otherwise ink pooled irises. It was strange, you could almost swear he was asking you to confide, wanting you to speak your troubles freely and without hindrance.

But why? You couldn’t even fathom the curve of an illusion that dared answer such a question.

And just what did he expect you to tell him?

That you felt as if nothing more than a forgotten toy that gathered dust in his cobwebbed childhood chest? That the insatiable loneliness, you were anchored too by custom sorrow crafted gauntlets, forced an ugly emotion to grow inside your caving chest every time you heard his voice? That you wailed in the company of no one but the listless sea and her accompanying melancholy moonbeams about how your dreams, your hope, your freedom was pried away before you ever had a chance to touch it?

Or did he want you to tell him that you blamed him for it all?

"Why does it interest you, my Lord?" You asked, words bristling with transparent hostility that stirred against a genuine curiosity.

“Oh, it-it’s just…you seemed so…upset after Eri and Mirio departed-” Tamaki explained timidly, wearing an distressed look as if he was a guilt ridden child being harshly scolded. “I-I wanted to make sure you..were okay.”

You paused, quietly studying his ever shrinking form. Were you okay? Was he really asking you that?

“Of course I am, please don’t worry yourself.” You assured with false credence, an empty smile on your lips.

The way Tamaki just…stared at you after your mockery of a smile faded made your skin ripple with an alien unease. It was a long and potent somber contemplation that didn’t shy away even under the stern warning of your soft glare.You couldn’t help the way you cowered under his eyes, a vulnerability you didn’t like fashioned its threaded twine around your neck as his familiar pain hung you. You could hear his disheartened stare concede to your deception. Though it was Amajiki that shook, even now in your presence, you were the one who receded into dread.

You lied to him and he knew you did.

A deep sigh fell from his lips as he tore away his crestfallen gaze, accepting your lie with an equally forced smile.

“I understand...”

Don’t say it like that.

“I'm glad you're alright…”

Stop it.

Why was he acting as if neither of you had lied since the very first time you both beheld each other within intertwined webs that carried the same wretched fate? Lies are what held the other’s hands steady in matrimony, lies were what spurred his lips to press against yours with tongues filled with meaningless vows. Lies were the only reason you both could live with what has been taken away.

“I suppose then-” He started.

Amajiki had done the exact same sin to you just a night ago and he dared now to make the uncharted chasm within the delicate lattice of your framework falter with a kindred sadness you didn’t ask for. It provoked you as it begged to be mended, the same way your sadness begged for and was always denied. How cruel, forcing you to kneel in front of the mirror of despair and expect you not to glimpse your own reflection. How could you turn away? How could your hands replicate the cracks he made you bear? How could you ignore your own suffering in different eyes? It wasn't fair. He wasn’t being fair.

Your fingers hastily pulled at the hemmed cusp of his sleeve, your meager hold stopping his retreat before it ever began.

“The garden,” You spoke with a foreign tone, one that you didn’t believe was your own. “The flowers are…in bloom.”

You swallowed hard as you could feel his stunned gaze upon your shoulders, a breath not shared between you as the air seemed to thin.

“If you could spare the time, I can show them to you.” You concluded quietly, not daring to let go.

✦✧✦✧

“Lonicera Caerulea or Blue Honeysuckle are quite a wonderful type of edible flora.” You informed as your fingers traversed the soft skin of the oblong, blue fruit that gathered in small clusters along the flowers' many branches. “This one plant has so many uses.”

“They’re very fragrant.” Tamaki murmured with clear interest, studying the strange shape of the fruit with childlike wonder. “Can you really eat them?”

“Yes but these aren’t ripe yet. They’re still blue.” Gently, you pulled off a small berry before breaking in it half, revealing its green insides. “When the berries become fully ripe they turn a beautiful almost blackened purple and the insides are no longer green. It can take a while though.”

“I didn’t know such a plant was native here.” Tamaki said surprised, he’d never seen the plant’s dusky blue fruits or their long, pointed leaves within the reaches of his kingdom.

“They’re not.” You sighed wistfully as you handed the fruit to Tamaki, who hesitantly took it in his palm. You turned your attention back to the blooming plant as you reached for its hanging leaves. “They were a parting gift. They belong in a land far away from here…or so I’ve been told.”

“I see…” he whispered, silently watching the way you tenderly caressed the honeysuckle’s leaves, it seemed as if their unique feel climbed up your fingertips like vines grown from a forlorn but cherished remembrance.

Tamaki looked at the fruit resting within his palm, he didn’t know anything about this plant or the unripe blue berries that mimicked a moonlight night’s obstinate hue. He didn’t know anything about you or the midnight shadow that casted a dark glow over your existence. You were as your beloved flower, foreign and shaded…

You stood stunned as Amajiki, despite your warning, ate a piece of the unripe fruit. He coughed as the bitterness of the berry exploded onto his tongue, his face scrunching up with distaste as he swallowed quickly.

“I told you they weren’t ripe. They won't taste good.” You admonished lightly, confusion lacing your voice.

“I know.” He mumbled before putting the other half of the berry into his mouth, the same sour expression dawning upon his features.

“Why are you eating it then?” you asked, completely stupefied by Amajiki’s actions.

“I don’t mind if they're bitter.” he rasped, wiping away the tart juice that lingered on his lips. “I just wanted to know something about it, even if it’s just what the unripe berries taste like.”

You stared at him, mystified by his simple reasoning. He’d assault his taste buds just so he could know more about the plant? Was he really that determined to learn?

A full body shiver ran down his shoulders in a way that conjured a picture of a trembling kitten and you couldn’t help yourself-

You giggled at his eccentricity.

Tamaki’s eyes widened at the resonant sound that entered his elven ears, his face blooming with rose as you hurried to cover your mouth, trying futilely to suppress the fantastical, rare music that your chest never composed for anyone but Eri. It was but a modest, single note, not the grand orchestra crafted for the little girl but it boisterously echoed just the same. Most remarkable of all? It was he who made the violin’s strings play. He did. No one else.

And it was the most exquisite scale he’s ever heard.

“If you wanted to know more, I could've just told you. I tend to this plant myself so I know quite a bit about it.” You hummed after your tone became more tranquil. You didn’t seem to notice the enthralled lull you pulled the man at your side into with your saccharine music.

“O-oh r-right…” Amajiki whispered after a beat, remembering he needed to respond even if his breath had been stolen. However, when you told him you cared for the flower on your own, an emboldened pluck of courage found its way into his lungs. “U-um if you wouldn’t m-mind…I’d like to, um…to..”

“Would you like to help me with it sometime?” As his confident nerve seemed to wane, you took his question as your own, alleviating him of his internal pressure.

“I-I’d like that.” Tamaki smiled gratefully, accepting your invitation with an unparalleled happiness.

“Now over here are the roses…”

You really were so kind to him.

✦✧✦✧

You sat alone, gaze transfixed on the garden that looked quite minuscule from your elevated spot on the window seat. You found yourself returning to the untouched study that lied far from all else, isolated from the scuttle of maids and butlers that weren’t your own or the chattering of advisers who never knew your name. Away from them and away from him. You could think here, you could reflect here. You didn’t have to pretend within the walls of this haven.

Your knees hugged to your chest, your features scowling as you reminisced about the morning. Your brief interaction left an unpalatable taste on your tongue, it poured forth from a well of anxiety you didn't fully know the source of. Why did you finish his question? Why not let it die as so many of his words were destined to do? You knew he wouldn’t accompany you, let alone tend to your plant on his own. Amajiki couldn’t be bothered amidst his royal obligations and mundane meetings, so why on earth did he even bother to ask? And why, of all things, did you for even a moment find him…endearing?

That wasn’t you. You didn’t feel that. He didn’t make you feel that. It was a misplaced fondness, you missed Eri badly and Tamaki, for a second, resembled a small characteristic of her. That’s all it was, all it ever would be.

You had rather an enlightened understanding of emotions, despite your own dwindling stock of them, you could identify them in those around you quite well. You could discern from even the slightest shift in vocal tone, a sudden but disappearing quirked brow, or the immeasurable changing sway of the way a person stood idly, all of it spoke to you as if a squall. A long suffrage of detached observation gifted you with such a skill, perhaps it was life's attempt at a consolation prize, a little reward for putting up with a never-ending flow of dreary days. You were quick to notice and even quicker to appeal…you needed that talent right now, more than anything. But as much as you wished for it, the level of understanding you gifted to others was something you could never give to yourself.

And it was killing you.

Your knuckles whitened as they gathered up corners of your dress, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as did what you could to quell the stirring inside your heart.

You didn’t want him here. You didn’t want to be around him, you couldn’t. Just like you couldn’t handle this towering swell of displaced emotion, you wanted it to go away. You wanted everything to go away.

Your hazy eyes caught on the corner of the old desk, the small box lonesome in the same spot it sat on your birthday, unopened, unwanted. It was mocking you, for not understanding him, for not understanding yourself. Laughing at you, the same way Amajiki was surely doing when you parted from him. You glared angrily at it, perhaps hoping the hellfire of your stare would cause it to melt away. It dared to remain despite your burning protest, timid and insistent in its unmoving presence.

You stood with a start, grabbing the black box off the desk with unnecessary force. You pulled your arm back, preparing to launch it at the innocent bookshelf that unfortunately found itself in the path of your blazing fire. The soft velvet gracing against your skin forced you to pause; You lowered your arm when you felt it, your thumb dragging across its fuzzy fabric.

What were you doing?

You covered your weary eyes with a shaking hand as you held the black velvet box tightly in your palm. Carefully, you placed it back down on the desk's surface, resting it on the same spot it had been as you sighed deeply.

You really were losing your mind, weren't you?

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yanderecrazysie · 4 months

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Finding out hubby was your stalker and plotted every romantic event of your life to make you believe that you were meant to be with, Tamaki Amajiki? He was crushing on regualr civilian reader but doesn't know nor had the nerve to try and get close to her, and just wished something would happen that will bring them closer together. So he made a series of unfortunate events that put her in danger so that he could swoop in and play hero. And it worked, after a couple of times of saving her she eventually became infatuated asked him out and then married him. One day when he came home he found her gone. Fearing the worse like a villian has taken her, he tracked her down and found her. But when he found her she pleaded him to stay away from her and to just let her disappear from his life in peace. As she found out what he had done and how he fabricated their life together. But ofcourse he's not gonna do that, he loves her too much.

(This man is soo cute and hot at the same time, why are there too few stories about him?)

He is!! And there’s definitely not enough love for this precious boi!

The ending was kind of rushed, sorry.

Title: How Do You Sleep?

Pairings: Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, Tamaki got found out

Summary: Tamaki has done so much to make you fall in love with him- more than you could have ever imagined.

Baby, How Do You Sleep when you lie to me?

All that shame and all that danger

I'm hoping that my love will keep you up tonight

- from How Do You Sleep? By Sam Smith

“You’re supposed to be in jail!” you managed to gasp out, panic gripping every inch of your body.

You recognized the man in front of you. How could you not? Your husband had saved you from him before the two of you had started dating. You could remember the terror like it was yesterday.

Your flip flops slapped against the stone as you ran for your life. You seemed to have terrible luck, as this wasn’t the first time you had found yourself in this situation. You risked a glance over your shoulder and shuddered when you saw the large, muscular man gaining on you.

He finally caught up, gripping your shoulders so tightly that it hurt. You let out a sob, feeling helpless in his grasp. Was he going to kill you? Or worse?

Then, your savior appeared. A man in a white hoodie jumped down from the roof above you, his dark hair billowing in the wind. Tentacles shot out of his hand and wrapped around the man with ease. He struggled for a moment then gave up, shouting obscenities at the hero.

“You’re safe now,” the man told you valiantly.

“Who are you?” you asked.

“Suneater is my hero name, but you can call me Tamaki.”

That wasn’t the first time Tamaki had saved your life. It seemed like you were always getting in trouble. And now, here you were, in a grocery store facing the muscular man who had chased you down about a year ago. Had he been released from jail or did he escape somehow?

The man looked down at you for a second, then laughed, “Oh, I remember you.”

He didn’t seem angry at you for getting him put in jail. You stared at him, still shaking in your boots.

“Look, I’m not a bad guy. Just an actor,” he shrugged.

“An… actor?” You asked, confused.

“Yeah, some hero paid me to pretend to chase you and pretend to be caught. He paid some good money too.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest. The man’s words didn’t seem to process in your mind. Had Tamaki actually paid someone to chase you?

Now that you thought about it, there were red flags everywhere. Why was it that Tamaki was always the one to save you and not some other hero? Why were the villains always caught before they could do anything to you?

You felt sick. You had fallen in love with Tamaki because he was your hero. You had been the one to ask him out, considering he was so shy, but he was the one who had proposed.

Was everything you knew about your husband a lie? It certainly felt like it.

“Do you know if he paid anyone else?” You asked.

“Tons of the people in my acting troupe, yeah,” the man shrugged, “Wait, you didn’t know?”

You were shaking for a whole new reason now- anger, “Thank you for telling me.”

The whole way to your home (groceries forgotten) you thought of more and more suspicious things Tamaki had done. Why had the attacks stopped the minute you started dating him? Easy, you thought, because he got what he wanted.

Well he wasn’t going to get anything more from you. You were like a whirlwind, flying around the apartment, stuffing all of your things into a big suitcase. You didn’t have much time before Tamaki finished his shift and you needed to be gone before then.

You hauled the suitcase off the bed and through the door, opting to use the elevator instead of the stairs. The entire time you remained on edge, afraid that Tamaki might pop up any moment.

You booked a hotel room under a fake name and left your apartment behind for good.

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Tamaki returned home and found it empty. That was strange- you were always home when he got there. Upon closer inspection, he found nothing. All of your stuff was completely gone.

The first thought that crossed his mind was a real villain attack, but, once he calmed down just enough to think clearly, he realized you had probably left him.

But why? Hadn’t he done everything right? Hadn’t he been a good husband?

He went back to his agency, acting as though he wasn’t up to anything. In reality, he wanted to use their computers to track you down. It didn’t matter that you had used a fake name, he was able to pick up your face on the hotel cameras. Being a hero came in handy.

Tamaki ran the whole way to the hotel, heart pounding in his chest as he reached your door. He knocked lightly on the door and you opened it. You looked like a mess, with mascara running down your cheeks and swollen eyes.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Tamaki asked, horrified by your misery.

“Stay away from me!” You screamed, “I know what you did! You pretended to be my hero when you were really just paying people to attack me! Do you realize how badly that affected me? How many nightmares I had of those people?”

Tamaki swallowed thickly, unsure of how to handle this. He never expected you to find out the truth. He’d been so careful!

“I want nothing to do with you,” You snarled, “I’ll be filling out divorce papers tomorrow.”

Tamaki froze, “Y-you can’t! I love you, (Y/n)!”

“I thought I loved you too,” you said, choking on more tears, “But apparently I didn’t know you.”

Tamaki forced open your door, making you jump back with a squeak, “You can’t divorce me,” he said, his voice stronger than it had ever been.

“Yes, I can. And I will!” You snapped.

“No, you won’t,” Tamaki said, tentacles shooting from his hand and wrapping tightly around you, “You’ll be coming home.”

He smiled sweetly, “And you won’t be leaving.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere one shot #one shot #yandere my hero academia #my hero academia #yandere tamaki amajiki x reader #tamaki amajiki

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hotforhawks · 2 years

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𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 is just really shy and it doesn’t really change when he is alone with you, not even in bed

at first the lights absolutely had to be out but after some time you could probably convince him to leave the light on after a while

𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 would still prefer to keep his eyes closed during sex most of the time though just because he feels overwhelmed when he’s looking at you

he likes things to be soft and slow and very loving,

it doesn’t matter if he’s fucking you or if you’re riding him, you’re never too far apart - he just needs the skin contact to feel grounded

𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 is so vocal in bed even when he tries to hide it

his soft little moans and his desperate fucked out whines are so unbelievable hot but he 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 just doesn’t believe you when you tell him how good he sounds

there’s definitely a big part of him that feels like he doesn’t deserve your love which in turn makes him rather anxious to approach you when he gets horny but with time you get better at reading his body language and picking up those subtle little clues that 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 might want to move things into the bedroom

sometimes he loses control and pulls you closer, not holding back and showing you just how good he can take care of you but those moments are rare

you still find yourself longing for the feel of him grabbing your waist and pulling you down, fucking deeper into you

𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 likes to hide his face when he comes, too embarrassed to let you see his o-face even though you’re convinced he looks absolutely adorable when he comes

his legs will shake so much while he comes and he’ll just lose control over his body for a moment

after you both come down 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 needs some love, just soft sweet touches with no talking

#tamaki amajiki #tamaki amajiki imagine #tamaki amajiki x reader #tamaki amajiki headcanon #suneater #suneater x reader #suneater imagine #suneater headcanon #bnha #bnha imagines #bnha smut #mha imagines #mha #mha smut

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mossymandibles · 1 year

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Suneater

There was a god that was so ravenous

They devoured the very light of the sun

Soon, its golden rays

Bled from the god’s wounds, as a sacred ichor

And blessed mortar

They dispersed their stolen riches

To the people and their great city

Basking them in the light forever

What I’d imagine to be some mural art of Basim on an abandoned temple wall somewhere. Kind of based it off of some Tibetan buddhist art/statues because I like how they depict demons and such

#monster art #demon #demon oc #basim #‘somewhere’ as in I haven’t come up with a name for the place yet lol

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mhablog · 10 months

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So Suneater mainly fights with squids and crabs and other seafood because Japanese food has a lot of seafood in it because they are on an island right? Now imagine if he was born in America how would that change his fighting style? I’m guessing bull horns but what are your ideas?

What about other countries how would their natural diet affect his fighting style?

Just some Food (lol) for thought

#my hero acedamia #mha #bnha #mha headcanons #mha theory #mha thoughts #my hero academia #mha suneater #mha amajiki #tamaki amajiki #mha questions #mha quirks #quirk analysis #japan food #Japanese food vs American food #fight #funny #food for thought #food fight

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hinatastinygiant · 2 months

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1 | Thoughts from the Hardening Hero

Pairing: Various MHA x Fem!Reader

Dear Departure

"Seriously, I can't believe this is our last night before graduation," Kirishima sighs as he walks with his hands crossed casually behind his head, one of his best friends beside him.

"I can," Sero scoffs. "We've all been waiting for this, but it feels like we just got back from winter break! I'm gonna miss UA, though," he adds a little more seriously, turning his attention to the dorm building where the two can already hear loud music booming from.

It's a bittersweet feeling, knowing that the school year is almost over. Tomorrow the graduating class of 3-A will officially be leaving the high school, and going their separate ways.

"Are you, uh, going to tell her how you feel?" Sero then asks softly, noticing how Kirishima almost instantly stiffens up at the question.

"I mean, I...I want to, yeah. I don't know, it might ruin our friendship, y'know?"

Sero gives a soft snort. "If anything, I think Y/N will be the one more upset. You know how she feels about you, and yet, you haven't said anything. Don't you think that's kinda rude?"

"Well, I, no! Of course not, I just—I'm just scared, y'know? God, this is more complicated than I could have ever imagined," Kirishima mutters as they approach the building, the music growing louder.

"Maybe this party will help clear your mind, eh?" Sero gives him a nudge in the ribs, a playful grin on his face. "Just make sure you talk to Mina. And maybe Y/N."

"Y/N, too?"

"Why not?"

Kirishima doesn't answer, not quite sure what to say. The two head inside, the bass thumping so loudly that Kirishima can feel it in his chest.

Actually, that's not true. He knows exactly what to say, he just doesn't know how to phrase it. He knows how hard Y/N's breakup was for her. He had heard all about it from both Mina and Bakugou. But if he did blurt everything out to Sero, he'd probably mention Y/N's new feelings for Todoroki which for sure would ruin Sero's night. He has, after all, tried to win her over since day one at U.A..

It's too complicated, he ends up telling himself as he allows Sero to lead him over to the kitchen where Momo has laid out only the finest of liquor for the occasion.

"You look like you could use a drink," Kaminari says with a smirk, sliding a shot of vodka across the counter towards him. "You've got this weird look on your face. Wait, you're not already drunk, are you?"

"He's not," Sero assures him, patting him on the shoulder as he passes right by. "We just came back from talking with Mr. Aizawa."

"Aizawa?" Kaminari repeats. "About what?"

"None of your business," Kirishima says with a laugh, downing his drink quickly and shuddering. "Ugh. I need to work my way up to this stuff, man. How much have you had?"

"Wait, why is it none of my business? Are you planning a surprise for me because you didn't think I'd actually graduate?" Kaminari grins a bit too widely.

"Geez, you seriously do too much," Sero shakes his head, laughing as he takes the bottle of vodka from him. "So, how are things going with you and Jirou?"

"Hey, give that back!" Kaminari calls, ignoring the question.

"Look, we only went to Mr. Aizawa to talk to him about our futures, okay? Not everything is a conspiracy against you," Kirishima laughs. "I can't wait to see where we end up. It's kind of scary, though."

"Oh, I know! I heard some of us already have jobs lined up but, shit, I've got nothing right now," Kaminari grumbles as he finally grabs the bottle back.

"Then maybe you do really need to be drunk tonight," Sero laughs.

"Oh fuck off, Sero."

Kirishima shakes his head. "I can't believe this is actually happening," he muses, mostly to himself, as he looks around the room.

"You'll be fine," Kaminari assures him, leaning on the counter and staring into the cup in his hand. "Fat Gum and Suneater love you. He's probably just waiting for the right moment to propose."

"You're such an idiot," Kirishima rolls his eyes, holding out the small shot glass and waiting for Kaminari to pour him another round. Meanwhile, Sero grabs his own and joins in.

"I'll be right back," Kaminari grins as he places the bottle back down. "I've got to use the bathroom."

"Hey, if you see Bakugou, let him know I'll be here, okay?" Kirishima calls after him.

Kaminari flashes him a thumbs-up as he disappears.

Sero leans against the counter, his lips twisted into a smirk as he glances towards the stairs. "So, you're going to talk to him first, huh?"

"You know, Kaminari may be an idiot but you're an even bigger one," Kirishima chuckles, shaking his head. "But, yeah, I'd like to talk to him before anything else. Besides, I wouldn't want him getting the wrong idea about anything."

"Mmm, smart," Sero grins as he spots someone across the room that catches his eye. Kirishima turns around to confirm his hunch about who it is, but it's too late. "I'll catch you later, bro."

"Yeah, have fun," Kirishima chuckles as his friend leaves him to walk over and disappears into the crowd.

The redhead sighs softly as he watches him go. He wonders if Sero is going to find the guts to talk to Y/N tonight. He hopes he does.

"Ah, Kirishima," a voice suddenly calls.

Kirishima glances up just in time to see Aoyama walking over gleefully. "Bonjour! You look dazzling tonight."

"Really?" Kirishima chuckles. "Cause that's honestly not how I'm feeling."

"Oh, but mon cher, you are always shining bright! It is what we admire about you," Aoyama insists with a grin.

"Thanks, but I think you're giving me a bit too much credit," Kirishima smiles sheepishly. Suddenly, he doesn't feel all that well. He's only taken two shots so it most likely isn't the alcohol, but his stomach is telling him otherwise.

"Hey, uh," Kirishima mutters as he slaps his hand over his mouth. "Think you could clear a path to the bathroom?"

Aoyama nods, looking a bit concerned. "But of course!"

And as he pushes his way through the crowd, Kirishima can't help but feel relieved. His stomach churns as he makes his way to the stairs, feeling dizzy as he practically runs down the hallway.

As soon as he opens the door and sees the toilet, he falls to his knees, gripping the sides of the bowl. His body shivers as thoughts begin to overwhelm him. Why is everything so messy? Kirishima of all people shouldn't be the one struggling to decide what he wants.

His whole life, he's made it a goal to stay true to his convictions. So why can't he bring himself to confess? He knows who he has strong feelings for. He's had these feelings for years, and they never faded away.

Maybe that's why he's so hesitant. He doesn't want to hurt the others involved.

Bakugou.

Mina.

Y/N.

Sero.

By making one of them potentially happy, he'll have to crush the others' feelings.

But, he figures, he can't just keep it a secret forever. He's already waited until the literal last night.

Kirishima stands back up, taking a deep breath before walking back to the sink to wash his hands. This is a stupid game he's been playing, and he knows it. He's the only one left to blame.

Dear Departure

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