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Suneater ☀️

maki x sanrio

ah yes the comfort pat

JUST THE TIP ft. tamaki amajiki

synopsis — getting ready for a party and asking for help getting your zipper up, only for your boyfriend not be able to keep his hands off you.

kinktober 2023

content warnings: minors/ageless blogs dni - fem!reader - pro!hero tamaki & reader - reader in a dress - mirror sex - unprotected sex - he fucks you with just the tip - fingering - nicknames (love, baby) - big dick tamaki oops - slight praise - choking like once - 1,5k words

note: woah i missed writing pookie so much🥹 this took me back to my httptamaki roots /lh

“Tamaki?” you shouted through your shared apartment, struggling to zip your dress up. “Yes, my love?” Tamaki answered, walking into the bedroom, a smile creeping up his face as he noticed you standing in front of the mirror.

“Could you help me zip it up?” you questioned, smiling at him through the mirror. “Mhm of course– you look beautiful by the way.” he complimented you, his big hands now placed on your sides as he pulled you closer to him.

“Well thank you.” you laughed sweetly, relaxing into his touch as he eyed you up and down, swallowing a breath at the thoughts running through his mind, mentally cursing at the fact that you had to go somewhere.

“Tama..?” you broke the silence, making him snap out of his thoughts. “It’s been a while… hasn’t it?” Tamaki asked, leaning closer to you to the point where his breath was ghosting over your neck, making goosebumps appear. 

It had been a while however, now was not the time, not when you had a company party to attend. Especially considering Tamaki was one of the important guests, since it was the yearly party FatGum hosted at his agency and Tamaki was one of his number one employees. 

“I know but please.” Tamaki mumbled, faint blush covering his cheeks as he placed sweet yet teasing kisses on your neck, sucking here and there to leave his mark. “Mhm– you know we can’t.” you sighed, checking the time to see if you had time for a quickie. 

Without hesitation, his hands slowly moved your dress up, looking at you through the mirror, noticing the way you closed your eyes, smirking to himself as you gave yourself to him. “It’s just the tip okay?” Tamaki taunted, fingers ghosting over your slit through the fabric, a gasp escaping your lips.

“Promise?” you asked, the feeling of his big hands on your body making you melt in his touch. “I promise love.” he answered, pushing your panties aside, groaning once he felt your wetness.

“You wanted me too.” Tamaki mumbles under a breath, tapping his fingers at your mouth. “You’re lucky I didn’t put my lipstick on yet.” you laughed, sucking on his fingers, getting them all nice and wet.

“Sucking so greedily, you’re killing me love.” Tamaki smirked, slipping in two fingers you previously sucked on, groaning at your wetness and the way you clenched around his long fingers. 

Tamaki watched your face from the mirror, cock strained in his jeans, eager for your touch as he placed kisses on your neck. Eagerly sucking and licking at the skin, intentionally leaving marks without you knowing. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he curled them up inside of you, watching you fall apart on his fingers through the mirror.

“Baby– we don’t have time for this.” you whined, moving against his fingers regardless of your remark. “So? What do you want me to do?”

Playfulness lingered in his tone, you knew he was teasing you, trying to see how far you’d go.

“Just do it already.” you begged, locking eyes with him through the mirror. “Do what my love?” he taunted, enjoying every second of this. 

If he wasn’t this needy himself, he would’ve teased you for longer, but he couldn’t, not when he was about to bust one, merely at the sight before him.

“Just fuck me with the tip already.” you mumbled, slightly embarrassed at your neediness when you were the one who told him you couldn’t at first.

Tamaki didn’t waste a second at those words and quickly hurried to unbuckle his jeans, pulling his undergarments down just enough to free his cock. Groaning when it slapped his abs, tip red and leaking angrily, begging to be inside of you.

“You’re so good to me.” Tamaki smiled, slipping your panties aside, teasing his length against your dripping slit, tip nudging your entrance as he slowly slid in. Already fighting back the urge to slam in his full length, but remaining a man of his words. 

“Mhm– you’re so big baby.” you whined, feeling slightly stretched from just his tip, never getting used to his size. 

Tamaki explored your body, not being able to keep his hands off you while he thrusted in and out. Needy whines leaving his lips as he nuzzles his face in your neck, placing kisses as he locks eyes with you through the mirror. 

“You’re so gorgeous.” Tamaki whispered breathlessly into your ear, his hands moving up to move your dress straps down, only for you to stop him. “Na-ah, we don’t have time for that baby.” you remind him, teasingly moving away from him, only to earn a defeated groan.

“ ‘m sorry love.” Tamaki apologized, staring at you with puppy eyes through the mirror, his cock twitching from the teasing. Slamming it all in, only for him to pull out after and continue fucking you with the tip, his apology from seconds ago already losing it’s meaning.

Tamaki couldn’t help himself, not when you were so perfect, so warm and welcoming. You made him feel so good and took him so well, on top of that your reactions drove him crazy. All he wanted to do was take you there in front of the mirror and forget about the party, but deep down he knew he couldn’t, even though it was taking him every nerve of self control in his body not to do so.

“Feels so good.” Tamaki mumbled, trusting in and out, moaning into your ear, a faint blush covering his cheeks as he gripped onto your side. The way he was fucking you was both extremely hot and extremely embarrassing considering it came from his yearning for you and he had no issue showing you his needier side.

“You’re doing so well baby.” you praised him sweetly, closing your eyes and leaning back into his touch, a whine escaping his lips at the praise. You giggled a bit, moving your hips to match his pace and in a way you knew made him feel good.

“Baby you’re so big.” you whimpered, clenching around him, only to be met with a shaky breath and stuttering legs, signaling you that he was close. “You wanna cum for me, pretty boy?” you taunted him, purposely bending over your desk so he gets a good view, giggling a bit at his flushed face. 

“Mhm.” is all Tamaki replies, biting his lips as he picks up his pace, his thrusts becoming sloppy, frustrated whines leaving his lips as he slips out a few times, trying to catch his high while still fulfilling his promise, feeling that familiar knot in his stomach.

“You’re such a good boy for me.” you praise him, squeezing down on him as you take more of him, a choked moan leaving Tamaki’s lips while he looks at you through the mirror. Sight blurred from pleasure and his face flushed, breath unsteady as he released inside of you, slowly pulling out and smearing some over your slit.

You giggle softly, turning around to wrap your arms around him. “Good boy~” you taunted him, pecking his lips sweetly. Ignoring that yearning sensation between your legs while he came down from high.

Tamaki smiles sheepishly at you, his hands moving down and teasing a finger along your slit, while slowly lowering himself. Attempting to get down on his knees, wanting to give you the pleasure of an orgasm as well. Only, for you to pull him up by his tie, a choked moan leaves his lips as his cock twitches at the feeling, being defeated at your action while he looks at you with pleading eyes.

“Make it up later tonight alright?” you smile, pulling him in a kiss before he could argue against it, it being messy and needy as he deepened it, never getting enough of you.

“Mhm fine—“ Tamaki whined when you pulled back, foreheads resting against each other as a string of saliva connected the two of you. 

“It’s about time we leave, isn’t it?” you reminded him, pecking his lips once more as you teasingly ran your fingers against his softened cock, helping him get dressed again. Tamaki still being in his post orgasm bliss.

“Yeah, so we can come back home faster.” Tamaki mumbled, already thinking of what he’d do to you when you’re home as you buckled up his belt. 

“Be patient baby, we haven’t even left yet.” you laughed, fixing your panties and whimpering at the feeling. His cum smeared all over it and still inside of you, as a way of claiming what’s his and proof of the acts you guys did just now.

“How do I look, baby?” you ask him after fixing yourself to make it look like nothing happened and putting on your lipstick. “So fucking pretty.” Tamaki complimented you, his arms wrapped around you once more as he stared at you with loving eyes.

“How do I look, love?” he questioned this time, only for you to giggle a bit. “Beautiful and like you just had the best orgasm ever.” you tease him, his face clearly showing off the bliss and his cheeks still tinted a darker shade of pink.

“Perfect.” Tamaki laughed, intertwining his fingers with yours as you made your way out of the house. His eyes glued on you like you were his prey, he would devour the second you two were alone again, knowing that he would keep going until either of you physically couldn’t anymore.

networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez

no dormí nada preferí dibujar a Tama con stickers

i’m still here

Imagine watching true crime with Tamaki and he’s just absolutely terrified. Like he would be cuddled up into your chest hiding his face from the screen whispering about how you could stomach watching these things.

“wh-hy would he do that?” he asks, peeking up at the screen, disbelief and fear clear on his face at the actions of the man. the screen would be showing photos from the case while the interrogators are asking the suspect questions in the background.

you would laugh and explain while twirling the ends of his hair in your fingertips. “he wanted the life insurance and he couldn’t have it while she was alive.”

“that’s so wrong…” he spoke lowly, lightly peeking up from your chest to see the screen again. his lip would curl up in disgust from the way the man would laugh while being interrogated, causing you to smile and push his hair back from his face.

“you’re a hero tamaki! you gotta be able to stomach these things” you laughed out, wrapping your arms around his head, watching him nuzzle into your shoulder, turning his face away from the screen while clawing at your sides for comfort.

“i know bu-but… how could people even d-do that..? you know…get used to hearing this stuff…?” he mumbles out, a deep sigh leaving his lips while slightly shaking his head into your skin.

you let out an exaggerated sigh with a smile plastered on your face and turn to the screen, moving one of your arms to turn off the video and clicking onto a romcom he loved.

“you want me to check under the bed for monsters?” you joke after he excitedly turns his head to the screen and locks his gaze on it.

“oh shush…” a content smile not leaving his lips until he falls asleep.

hii! i just saw the mha men as girl dads thing and it was so cute😭😭🥹

could i request the same concept except maybe they’ve returned from patrol very late at night and saw their little baby asleep (or awake, take your pick✨) at the front door waiting for them?

thank you 🩷

SYNOPSIS. returning to find their child waiting for them.

TAGS. dabi, tamaki, mirio x reader, established relationship, fluff, mentions of blood, burns and scars.

NOTES. hello hello! i’m so glad you enjoyed it 😭 your request made my heart flutter and i really enjoyed writing this (baby fever was seriously activated) <3

dabi:

— He’s drenched in rainwater, another’s blood and decorated with a couple of new slashes. None too deep, but still ones to be cautious of. He steps through the front door with a groan, and considering it’s 3am, he’s surprised to find the hallway light still on. When he hears a soft snore, his heart skips a beat and he tenses, only to glance over at the bottom of the stairs to find his three-year-old son dozed off.

— Dabi takes a moment to process the preciousness of the moment, the stinging from his scars barely felt amongst the warmth in his chest. He smiles faintly, a very subtle expression, kicks his boots off on the doormat and picks the boy up. “You idiot. You know I don’t come home until late,” Dabi mumbles, huffing out a sigh. He could’ve caught a cold like this, or have a sore neck from his sleeping position.

— “You’re here,” you whisper from the top of the stairs. Dabi’s gaze is quick to find your face, admiring your disheveled hair, tired eyes and sleep attire. “He insisted he’d welcome his Dad home from his mission. He’s been down there all night,” you chuckle softly, heart fluttering when Dabi ascends the stairs and presses a kiss to your neck, wrapping his free arm around you. You take note of the blood on his arm and give him a look of annoyance, one he knows to acknowledge by heading into the bathroom for you to patch him up.

tamaki:

— It’s almost midnight when Tamaki comes home. The second he walks in, he's quick to lock the door behind him carefully. He’s panting from exertion but evidently calmer now that he's home, carefully pulling his shoes off just as he hears a small, sleepy whine. He looks over to the coat rack by the door to find his two-year-old daughter sleeping under it. However, from the sound of the door locking, she’s already starting to flutter her eyes open.

— “Papa!” she gasps once her vision focuses. She scrambles to her feet, almost tripping as she dashes towards him and jumps into his embrace. He’s quick to catch her and hold her tight with a small gasp, hesitant from all the blood on his hero suit. “Hey, what are you doing up so late?” he whispers, patting her back. “Where’s mama?” His daughter goes into a long rant about how you're already asleep and how she's been waiting for over three hours, sitting by the door with her snacks beside her.

— Tamaki lets out a breathy laugh, ruffling her hair. "Determined to welcome me?" She nods frantically. "Well now that you have, I think we need to get you to bed." But by the time he says that, she's already asleep, head resting on his chest and her sleepy whines starting up again. Tamaki smiles contently, rubbing her back as he walks up the stairs, into your room and places his daughter down to sleep before getting ready for bed himself.

mirio:

— It's not too late when Mirio returns, about 10PM, but he's still careful when locking the door and pulling his shoes off. He makes his way into the kitchen to wash his hands, only to see you and his daughter sat at the dining table, anxious expressions painting your faces (or however anxious of an expression a five-month-old can muster). The moment he steps foot into the kitchen, you notice him, holding your daughter in your embrace as you speed-walk towards him.

— "Oh my God, love, are you alright? Who's blood is that?" Your brow is furrowed as your run your hands along his chest, his abdomen, and up to his neck. Mirio tenses at the intimate contact, flushing a light pink, but he quickly assures you that "I'm a-okay, sweetie. This blood isn't mine, some low-level villain got in my way last minute, so this is just the result," he laughs softly. His daughter squeals and coos, reaching for her father. Mirio wipes the blood off his chest before snatching her into his arms and spinning her around, their giggles filling the air.

— She starts to tug on and play with his cape, wrapping it around herself in an attempt to play hide-and-seek. Mirio indulges her and, while she's in his arms, starts running around in a mocking attempt of trying to look for her. You exhale at the sight, relief filling your chest to see his usual demeanour. Your daughter refused to sleep until she saw the beaming face of her father, and now that she had, she still didn't seem like she was going to sleep any time soon.

Translation: “I'm not very good at this... I didn't want to be here, but my time has finally come, so... aah, I want to go home! N-next volume: Mt.Fuji! L-look forward to it!”

Colored the big 3 sketch!(Click for better quality)

blue haired girl

hado nejire x reader

warnings: growing apart, unrequited feelings, abandonment, non-descriptive self-harm, lesbians (the horror!)

a/n: there's a bit of time skipping in this, so i’ve labeled things as their verses in the songs and the years (1, 2, and 3A) + semesters of high school they took place in. is nejire adhd/autistic coded? i cant tell, maybe its because i see the way she is as my normal (adhd) that i cant tell. i'm basing her personality strongly off the wiki bc she really hasn't had that much air time.

word count: 2.9k

inspired by and based on tv girl's- blue hair

Verse 1 - First Semester 1A

You and Nejire met on your first day of high school, class 1A. Both of you had quirks that were more powerful than the rest of the girls in your class, assuming that the two of you thought that you were superior to them and were already looking down on them, they took initiative and distanced themselves from you at the start. This left the two of you with only two options, have no friends, be a lonely outcast for the foreseeable future, or become friends. Obviously, it was an easy choice, and it was nice that the two of you got along well, and probably would have become friends even if you weren’t put in that unfortunate social situation. 

She was a blunt girl, not really knowing when it was the appropriate time, if at all, to say something that she wanted to say. She often ended up saying things that were accidentally hurtful, though if you let her know, she would instantly feel remorseful and apologize incessantly. She wasn’t always sure how to make a joke, often her attempts falling flat, but she was bright, and cheery, and had so much knowledge that she longed to share. You couldn’t help but find yourself smiling at her as you listened to her ramble about the newest thing, she learned that week on national geographic. 

One day, in the middle of your first year, she asked you how to be funny. You were taken aback, and asked her back, “you think I’m funny?” She nodded with a small smile.

You contemplated on how you should respond to her difficultly abstract question, “I don’t think that’s something you can teach.” 

She looked down, her smile falling off her face sent a pang of guilt to your heart. You quickly tried to backtrack, “I think you’re funny though Hado! You’re constantly making me smile and laugh!”. Her eyes met yours, a furrow forming on her brow, you stammered on, “Maybe not everyone thinks you’re funny, but I think that’s true for everyone! You just got to find the people that do think you’re funny and like being around you… like me.” You held eye contact with her despite the bright flush that made its way to your cheeks, ask if you were trying to transfer your conviction over to her.  She brushed off your almost confession with a giggle and a change of topic.

Chorus 1- Second Semester 2A

As you both aged, Nejire started to get more notice than you. Not that you were jealous, you being too enamored with her to care, no, you were just happy that she was getting the recognition you thought she so obviously deserved. It did sting though, when she would turn down your invitations for afterschool dates poorly vailed by you as hangouts. She needed to train though, she would say, and dismiss you with a “next time, okay y/n?”

Sometimes as you left the school building on your way home you would take the long way, past the training fields to watch her for a little bit, training with two boys from your class. You wondered why she didn’t ask you to train with her, to help her. You would never ask though, far too afraid of the answer that seemed to be pulling at the hem of your shirt, demanding your attention. She’s just focusing on training, it’s not like she suddenly stopped liking you. It’s not like she wanted to stop being your friend. It’s not like she was purposely ignoring you. Right?

Verse 2- Third Semester 1A 

The two of you were sitting in a cafe after school, one that Nejire had shown you a picture of on Pinterest and said the two of you had to go for their cute specialty foods. You had gotten a parfait, the cream on top having been manipulated into the shape of a cat, Nejire got a jasmine tea latte, the art in the foam had her swooning and whipping out her phone to snap pictures of it in multiple angles as she told you about her Pinterest page’s aesthetic, you listened along, slightly confused at the idea of people posting on Pinterest like it was a social media but not questioning it. After she had taken enough pictures of both her and your orders, the two of you started on your treats, she took a long sip from her latte and when she placed it back down on the table, she had suddenly grown a distinguished mustache made of foam. It made you smile so hard your cheeks hurt, trying to keep your laugher a courteous volume to the other patrons was exceedingly difficult as she didn’t seem to notice her new facial accessory and was looking at you very confused. In spite of your shakes of laughter you managed to raise a shaky hand to point at your upper lip, signaling to her what you had found so funny. She raised a finger to her top lip, touching the foam and then pulled it back to see what was on her face. Realizing what she had done, her face blushed a warm pink as she quickly grabbed her napkin to wipe it away. You had finally calmed down and noticed that she had missed a little bit on the far edge.

“Nejire, you still have some,” you told her and pointed on yourself where it was on her, picked the napkin back up and scrubbed at her face, but on the wrong side.

“No, other side,” you specified. She again rubbed at her face with the now crumpled napkin but somehow still managed to miss the small smudge of foamed milk.

Not thinking, you rose and leaned across the table, before wiping the white away with your thumb. You sat back down, and without a thought in your head, licked it off of your thumb. 

You noticed her face flush, even more than before, now a hot red; you realized the suggestiveness of what you had just done, and at the same time, felt an explosion of butterflies manifest themselves into your gut. 

She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, looking down with a slight smile on her face, and you reddened. 

The two of you sat in silence for a while before she broke it.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

You didn’t think before you responded.

“Yes.” You hesitated and then added on, “I think you’re really beautiful.”

The two of you fell back into silence.

The purgatory of not knowing how the two of you felt about each other was horrible, but the fear of rejection, not just of a confession but of you as a person, rejecting your identity, kept you in your place. 

There really was no winning.

Chorus 2- First Semester 3A

It hurt, seeing her every day, but not being able to talk to her about anything and everything in the way that you had grown used to. She was part of the big 3 now, she was revered by everyone now, she was strong and kind and smart and now they were all seeing what you had from the start. It was selfish of you, you knew, but you wish they hadn't noticed. 

She wasn’t being purposefully cruel in her withdrawal from you, she wasn’t doing it to be mean, she had just forgotten, she had just been stretched too thin and something had to go. It was still mean though, and it was still cruel.

You felt the loneliest now, so much so it was almost incomparable. Your days now spent in silence, and slowly falling into the motions. School, train, sleep, school, train, sleep, school, train, sleep. With nothing to break the monotony, life became dull, and you were sinking into a different kind of blue, not the blue of an eye like you did when you first saw Hado Nejire, but into the blue of the mind, getting darker, muddier, harder to see what’s in front of you. 

You became more reckless, not in retaliation but due to a slow building and concerning lack of self-preservation. Often throwing yourself into dangerous positions with villains, jumping solo into fights, you had no probability of winning alone, asking for more and more hours at your internship. It kept it at bay for a little while, the numbness, but as with most things, it did not last. You feared you were slowly but surely becoming a shell of your former self.

You needed something more, you needed to keep yourself feeling, needed to keep yourself human, needed to keep yourself. So, you resorted to means you probably shouldn’t have. Flame, blade, burns, blood. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but it was something. 

On an especially hot September day it was odd to see students wearing their long-sleeved winter uniforms, but not enough to raise many questions. One girl asked, “Aren’t you hot?”, but you brushed it off, explaining that you just ran cold. A bold-faced lie to anyone who knew you, but none of them did. 

As you were working on your lesson book, Hado Nejire walked past your desk on her way to the front of the room, glancing down at you, maybe out of habit, she got a glance of lines of damaged skin, some already faded, but many varying degrees of red. She faltered in her step, double taking, confused as to what she was seeing. Not wanting to cause a scene in class or be caught staring, she almost seamlessly continued walking, and if one hadn’t been watching her, they wouldn’t have noticed her split second reel.

She stopped you by the door after class, and when you tried to scoot by her, thinking she wasn’t aware she was in the doorway, she blocked its entirety with her body, staring you down. She grabbed you by the hand and led you to an unused stairwell as you stumbled behind her hastened pace. You didn’t notice it at the time, but she was especially careful when grabbing you, fearing that she would take hold somewhere that would cause you pain, fearing to reopen possible wounds.

 There was a furrow in your brow as you looked at her, wordlessly questioned why she had dragged you there. She turned your arm over, her hand still holding yours, and gently raised your crisp white sleeve, a gasp of dismay escaping her lips as her eyes raked over your battered arm. She dropped your hand only to quickly grab your other one, pulling the sleeve of that arm up too. You were watching her face as she grit her teeth at the sight, her eyebrows pushed into an expression you didn’t know, one you had never seen before even after all the years you had known her. Her head turned and her eyes met yours, weirdly, you thought, they were filled with tears. 

“Why?”

This pushed some button you did not know you had, and an unexpected, hot rage filled you. 

“What do you mean, Hado?” you did not spit her name, but she flinched as if it was filled with venom.

“Y/n…” she trailed off. You remained silent, seething. 

“This isn’t like you, why would you do this?” 

You didn’t answer her for a long time before sighing, “You wouldn’t know Hado, you haven’t spoke to me in well over 5 months.”

“I’m sorry, I-” her words almost a whimper, but you interrupted her. 

“Please, don’t. I don’t think I can stomach it Hado, I think, whatever you’re going to say next, will only make things worse.”

She clamped her mouth shut, her lips in a pale line, and nodded tearfully, before choking out an “okay”. 

Things didn’t change much after that, though she was more watchful of you, you could, at times, feel her eyes boring into you from across the classroom or training halls and fields, and you started feeling a little different, slowing down in your efforts to drive away the numbness, as the numbness seemed to seep away from you. Less and less, you found yourself feeling as if there was nowhere else to go with a knife in your grasp. 

You also no longer prayed that she would make time for you, disillusioning yourself, and realizing that she was not perfect, though feelings as strong as yours don’t just simply disappear due to disillusionment. 

Verse 3- Third Semester 3A

Her hair had been burnt off, now in a blunt bob, and what once had been marred and blistered skin was now just slightly tinged pink. It still hurt you to see though, quietly observing. She was different now, bolder, more self-assured, Maybe, you mused, something had been burnt off along with her hair. You were different now too though, you were better. You had sought counseling, speaking to the trusted hero you were interning under, and they helped you find and utilize resources to mitigate your mental health. You felt lighter, you were still lonely, but you were now a little bit more at peace with your solitude, and less afraid to put yourself out there, slowly becoming friends with the sidekicks at your internship who were just a couple years your senior. 

Chorus 3- After Graduation

Sometimes you would see her on TVs in coffee shops, or in ads in magazines, though if you looked you could find yourself too, maybe not as often, but still there. Both of you were making a name for yourselves in the hero world. 

You had started dating a pretty sidekick from your agency, she was one of the first people you had befriended when you started putting in the effort to get better, she had been there for you through many bad nights, and many more good ones. You really, truly loved her. And yes, sometimes you would miss your first love, but not in a way of current longing, but for a past. You would never leave your girlfriend though, even if you got the chance to go back, even if they told you everything would turn out the way you had begged and hoped and dreamt. Those were no longer your dreams. 

It was in line at a coffee shop that you ran into her. She looked nice, more mature, gracefully slipping into her early 20’s, face less youthful, but still bright with a smile. 

The two of you chatted as you waited for your orders to be taken, and continued afterwards, as you waited for them to be made. 

She was direct in her flirting, touching your arm, complementing you, laughing a little too much at things that weren’t that funny. You did not reciprocate. 5 years ago, if she had been doing what she was doing now, you would have been over the moon, indescribably happy, but now, you didn’t feel much of anything at all. You were flattered, maybe a bit annoyed, but the feelings were so watered down, so muted that you could barely describe them as anything. You were happy to talk to an old friend though. 

“We should hang out some time,” she told you after your orders had been picked up from the counter and the two of you started towards the front doors, “go on a little afterschool date like we used to.” She smiled and winked.

You politely smiled back at her and opened your mouth to reply, when your phone started going off, the ring tone you had affectionately assigned to your girlfriend, playing. 

“Oh, sorry it’s my girlfriend, let me answer real quick,” not waiting for a response from Nejire, you picked up the phone.

“Hey love, what’s up?” You inquired through the phone.

“Are you almost home yet?”

“Yeah, I just picked up your coffee from the coffee place two blocks down.”

“Oh yay! Thank you baby, see you soon, I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

You ended the call and turned towards Nejire apologetically, “Sorry about that!”

You exited the shop, Nejire holding the door open for you, and stood next to her on the sidewalk, close to the building and out of the way. 

“Oh!” you realized you hadn’t answered her question yet, “yeah, it would be nice to hang out and catch up.” This time, hangout had no hidden meanings or crossed fingers. It was purely platonic. “I miss you,” she confessed. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, you were really never expecting her to say that. 

“I guess things ended up differently, not the way I wanted I mean.” she clarified. “It’s hard seeing you in the news, or in my fashion magazines, but not being able to see you in person anymore. I just… miss you a lot y/n, even though you’ve not gone anywhere.”

You hmm and nod, “you’re right, I haven’t gone anywhere. That was you, Hado Nejire. I’m proud of you, you're becoming a great hero.” You smiled at her softly. She stood, unmoving, looking at you, maybe waiting for something more, but you were no longer the person who would be able to provide that.

“Well, I need to get going before all this ice melts,” you shook the iced coffee in your hands, “or my girlfriend will have my head.”

“Oh, uh, okay” she stammered. 

“Message me! My numbers still the same, if you still have it. You could meet my girlfriend too, I think you’d like her, she’s amazing.”

Nejire nodded, watching your figure as you walked away, bitter jealousy and remorse making their home in her sour stomach.

Hi! I know it may seem like I am romanticizing self-harm in this but I promise I am not. As it is something I have struggled with for many years I am just reflecting my own struggles and thoughts, and trying to represent a mental illness as what it is. That doesn't mean it is something you should do, and if you struggle with it and are tempted after reading, here are some healthier alternatives. Please do not hurt yourselves, lovelies.

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Just noticing this cute, wholesome moment and now I ask you gaze your eyes on these two, too.

✨HAPPY GANRIKI DAY✨

Volume 40 preview page

School AU edits

BLEACH: THE HIGH SCHOOL WARFARE 2024 Key Visual

- april fools? -

Dating Tamaki Amajiki/Suneater Would Include...

You and Tamaki have known each other since he, Mirio and you were little.

He has such a massive crush on you by the time you’re in your first year at U.A. begins, it’s not even funny.

I mean, any time you walk into a room, he literally has a mini heart attack.

He’s actually had a crush on you since you were kids.

Now, even though he’s had a crush on you for years he’s never pursued his feelings for you because he doesn’t even know how to.

If you sit near him in class (which you do) he always looks straight ahead, never moves, like a literal statue.

He knows that if he gets even a glimpse of you, his face is going to burn until it melts off.

He won’t even turn around to talk to Mirio or Nejire. His eyes are glued to the chalkboard all day.

Tamaki gets a little jealous of Mirio, because obviously, as we all know, Mirio is outgoing as hell and Tamaki knows that Mirio talks with you all the time.

Tamaki gets so anxious about it; watching Mirio make you laugh is like a knife in his gut because he wishes that he could work up the courage to even talk to you and Mirio just makes it look so easy. Like, how is he supposed to compete with that???

Nejire is even worse, because she absolutely annihilates Tamaki on the daily!

Tamaki will be literally minding his own business when you walk into class and Nejire slaps him on the back of the head, points at you, and shouts. “LOOK WHO’S HERE, TAMAKI!!!”

Despite him having a major crush on you, it takes you some time to decipher on whether or not he likes you.

Like, yeah, he blushes whenever you come around - but is he blushing because of you? Or is it because he has the social skills of wet cardboard and dreads interaction with literally anyone and anything?

Plus, it’s not like he’s going to tell you that he likes you; whenever you 2 do get the chance to talk he’s either deathly silent, or he makes up some sort of excuse and runs away.

There was one time where the 2 of you were partnered up in class for a project and before you could say a single word to him, he stood up, asked the teacher if he could go and use the bathroom, and then never came back.

At one point, just after your 2nd year at U.A. begins, Mirio and Nejire completely exhausted their patience.

So, one day after class they both corner you after class and not so inconspicuously invite you to hang out after school.

Tamaki, shortly afterwards got a text from Mirio telling him the same thing (not mentioning at all that you’re going to be there of course!), and when he shows up and sees you with Nejire and Mirio, his soul physically leaves his body.

And Mirio and Nejire DO NOT allow him to run off like he usually does.

He’s on edge the whole time.

Anytime you even look his way, he starts sweating bullets, but hanging out with you mitigates some of his anxiety, probably because he gets to spend some personal time with you outside of school (especially when Mirio and Nejire disappear all of a sudden and leave the 2 of you alone).

He’s still a bit awkward though, but it’s a great improvement from the years that he’s spent crushing on you from afar and having literally no outlet for his feelings.

He loves to talk with you because hearing you talk about LITERALLY ANYTHING makes him fall for you so much more than he already has.

As the 2 of you hang out more and more during the summer and after school, it gets easier for him and Tamaki learns how to actually breathe in your presence without having an anxiety attack.

Now, we all know that Tamaki would be too nervous to be the one to ask you out so, you would be the one to ask him out.

To which he would (shy and nervously of course) accept.

Your first date would be at a butterfly farm because you know that butterflies help him relax.

You would both sit there for hours relaxing in each others presence making small talk

The first date would end with you kissing his cheek.

Mirio would ask him all about it and bug him for details the next day at school.

Which he eventually caves, telling him everything.

Mirio would be super supportive and convinces Tamaki to ask you on the next date.

He does ask you if you want to go on another date - albeit very nervously, of course.

When he hugs you he buries his face in your neck as he circles his arms around your waist

Your first kiss together doesn’t happen until later on in your relationship (it was about 6 months into your relationship) because he’s too nervous to make the first move and you refrained from making the first move because you didn’t want to do anything he was uncomfortable with and push him out of his comfort zone.

Over time he’ll be less awkward about it, but there are some things that will always feel like a daunting task.

Kissing you is one of them. It doesn’t matter if he’s kissed you once or a thousand times, Amajiki will always be bashful about asking for a kiss.

Doting on Amajiki is a double-edged sword as the outcome is always varied and unpredictable.

It’s easy for Tamaki to write off praise or compliments as people taunting him no matter who said it and hearing such things from you won’t lessen the likelihood of him taking your sweet words in a negative way.

He doesn’t mean to discredit your loving words but it’s hard for him to accept any form of praise and your compliments are no exception. It also doesn’t help with his anxieties to hear a constant stream of praise as it makes him feel as though he’s letting you down whenever he doesn’t live up to your compliments.

Tamaki is absolutely head over heels for you, so much so that he found himself so stunned by you that he’s tripping over and stuttering and becoming a flustered mess whenever he’s around you, especially when you take his hand or kiss his cheek.

PDA is almost a complete and utter no - It really depends on the situation

He won’t initiate it unless he is only with his friends (Even then he’s still shy though)

He doesn’t like PDA because he doesn’t know how to respond to it and he gets really flustered so his face flushes pink

He might be a little touch starved so he was a little awkward about accepting your affections at first

But when he gets used to it as his relationship with you progresses he starts to crave your hugs and kisses when your alone

He would always hold your hand in public, mostly to keep his anxiety at bay.

He’d even try to give you small pecks on the cheek when he was feeling brave and usually refused to leave your side.

Tamaki is absolutely head over heels for you, so much so that he found himself so stunned by you that he’s tripping over and stuttering and becoming a flustered mess whenever he’s around you, especially when you take his hand or kiss his cheek.

After a while though, he would start to get used to the physical touch.

Even so, he touches you very carefully and softly, as if you were made of glass.

Kisses with Tamaki can be a little clumsy, their also a little tentative and gentle

Soft kisses on the tip of the nose, cheeks, foreheads, corner of the mouth, neck…

You help him with his social anxiety and Mirio and Nejire are forever grateful to you for that.

There are times where you’re trying to study together but it sometimes ends up in a passionate kissing session, completely ignoring the rest of the world.

He’ll blush like Kirishima’s hair whenever you kiss his cheek

When he gets random sudden bursts of confidence he might give one back

Maybe

In the comfort of your homes/dorm rooms though it’s a little different

At the start of your relationship he would never initiate cuddling

But as he gets more and more confident he will shyly ask for them

If you thought that Tamaki was the type to never initiate the cuddles

Then you were right!

This babyboy is way too freaking shy to even think about touching you, let alone to be the one to touch you first.

Don’t be mistaken though - He loves the cuddles

He loves snuggling his head in your neck.

And he especially loves it when you draw circles on his back when you’re on his lap facing him, his face pressed into the little juncture between your shoulder and neck. He gets goosebumps and tingles in his spine. He doesn’t dare to face you though, because he is always as red as a tomato when you touch him and he doesn’t want you to see him like that.

You don’t know it, but when you fall asleep. Unaware of your surroundings. He likes to turn you over to him, so he can admire your pouty lips and your peaceful expression.

Whenever you shuffle or grumble, he gets a little anxious, panicking at the thought that you could catch him in the act.

You don’t tell him this, but you sometimes pretend to be asleep so you can press your head against his chest, hearing the pounding of his racing heart

You can’t help it, he’s just too endearing

You cuddle like this:

(Source)

He likes to be the little spoon - It makes him feel safe and protected

He said “I love you” first

It happened while the 2 of you were lying in your bed at your house (This was in the beginning of your 3rd year of UA before the dorms were built) after studying and hanging out for a while. You had your eyes closed and you were on the verge of sleep when you felt him lift his head up and caress your hair gently. You kept your eyes closed, just enjoying the feeling when he starts a little monologue.

“…God… I really hope that you’re asleep right now, because I have a lot to say but I don’t have the confidence to say it all out loud… but, you’re amazing.”

He paused for a moment.

“You help me relax even though you also make me panic, like am I going to say something wrong and make you hate me? But I want you to know that no matter what, I love you.”

Him saying this made you want to open your eyes and say “I love you too Tamaki” but you decided on just keeping your eyes closed to not want to destroy the progress that he’s making.

(You tell him I love you at a later date)

Tamaki doesn’t like saying I love you.

It has nothing to do with his actual feelings for you as he’s never loved anything or anyone more than he loves you. It’s just the act of saying it that makes him anxious to the point of silence. Anytime he wants to say it he unintentionally clams up and drops it before he can embarrass himself further.

He gets better at it with time, but sometimes reverts back to hiding his face when he says it. And he’ll always show you some form of confirmation whenever you say it, whether it’s verbal or not you’ll know you’re loved.

He won’t admit it, but whenever you watch him train he tries harder.

He just loves that look of amazement on your face as you watch him.

You make Tamaki confident in himself whenever you’re around.

Praise him and his heart will do flips and he will fall for you more.

He will always have your back. No. Matter. What.

He won’t admit it but he gets jealous a lot.

He just keeps it to himself though.

If he sees anyone hit on you, makes you uncomfortable, hurt you - They get this look intentionally:

(Source)

No one gets away with that. EVER.

It’s a mini confidence boost moment. He puts you under his arm after giving them the look and walks away with you as they stare in disbelief.

Just as you round the corner though he goes back to being really shy and apologizes for just dragging you away like that. But you always reassure him that you were glad he did so.

Fights almost always stop before they start - Because Tamaki’s anxiety comes in and he thinks you're going to leave him

Tamaki is the type of boyfriend to buy matching clothes for him and you.

He likes to have Netflix dates.

He loves you very much!

You are on his mind 24/7!

He’s the type of boyfriend that will make you breakfast in the morning.

He will comfort you whenever you feel sad, insecure etc.

He has a bunch of cute photos of you and him in his gallery.

You always watch the sunset together and then spend hours and hours looking at the stars, promising each other that you will be together forever.

When you’re sad, Tamaki does everything to see a smile on your face; he makes your favorite tea (or any other drink that you’d like to have), holds you tightly in his lap and strokes your hair while leaving soft kisses on your forehead and on your temple.

If you want to talk about it, Tamaki will listen to everything and do everything that he can to help you.

But if you don’t want to talk about it, he’ll understand perfectly and will continue to caress you, silently saying that he will always be with you no matter what.

He loves to call you cute names, so get ready.

Does he worry? Um… well, yes.

Tamaki worries a lot… like in general, he worries a lot. But for you? Full-fledged panic.

During a villain attack one time, you were helping civilians escape one of the buildings that were close to the battle, then the building started to collapse when the villain shot a very strong attack at the building.

All of the civilians got out safely luckily, you weren’t so lucky though… As the building was collapsing, it fell around you, luckily though, you had found a small pocket to hide in, so that you were unharmed.

Tamaki had been looking at the building that you were in when it had collapsed and to say that he was FRANTIC in his search for you is a MAJOR understatement.

He was restless, and when he saw the villain that had “killed” you.

Let’s just say that he wasn’t the shy and timid Tamaki Amajiki anymore.

Nope!

Suneater took over and he LITERALLY FLOORED the villain.

After the villain had been taken into custody Tamaki and a few others were looking through the rubble of the building that had collapsed for you.

As Tamaki was searching through the rubble he had thought that he was hallucinating when he saw you crawling out of the rubble, crawling over a large block of cement not too far away from where he was.

“(Y/N)…” he said out of surprise before he sprinted over to you.

As soon as he got to you, he took you in his arms and outright refused to let go.

No one wanted to challenge Suneater that day.

He stuck to you like glue for about four days, then he backed off a little.

He’s very scared of losing you.

Which is something his insecure ass thinks of too much.

So your job is to shower him with compliments, love, appreciation, reassurance, and smiles.

If you ever got hurt, he’d turn really protective and somewhat hostile (especially if it was a villain who hurt you like I said above)

He’s always got anything you need ready.

Snacks, drinks, sweaters, whatever.

He thinks he’s a bad boyfriend, he thinks he’s a mess but that’s not true.

Just reassure him every now and then!

So while you’re in a relationship with Tamaki you have to reassure him a lot and also tell him outright how great you think he is because he has a bit of a pessimistic outlook on things, he always expects the worst to happen

He also reminds you of any special event.

Your work study time changed? He’ll text you that morning to remind you.

Have a test coming up? He’ll set up a reminder for himself and make sure to find time so you can both study together.

Someone’s birthday coming up? He’ll remind you. Tamaki’s really good at that.

Tamaki’s also extremely observant.

If you’re upset, he’ll notice right away. He’s not very good at giving advice, but he’s a great listener. He’ll listen to you vent all night and often encourages you to talk about your feelings. He’s great at cuddles so that’s what he prefers to do. If you’re upset or crying, he’ll just hold you tightly and reassure you.

He asks a lot of questions throughout your relationship too. Examples include:

“Is this okay?”, “Am I doing this right?”, and maybe even a pessimistic “Why do you even like me?”

Tamaki’s an amazing boyfriend.

He’s just a little nervous when it comes to you because he’s so madly in love with you and he doesn’t want to scare you away. But that’s not gonna happen, ever.

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Servamp Characters as Omori Bosses 💫

Tracks Used:

● Sakuya | OMORI OST - 060 It Means Everything.

● Snow Lily | OMORI OST - 086 World's End Valentine

● Touma | OMORI OST - 117 Whale Whale Whale

● Inner Kuro | OMORI OST - 014 Acrophobia