#amajiki fluff

[sola-nater]

do it for you ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ | t. amajiki

synopsis: tamaki loves doing things for his wife

pairing: pro hero!tamaki amajiki x wife!reader

word count: 686

tags/warnings: fluffy domestic moments w/tamaki, established relationship, dogging on husbands who don't help their wives

a/n: so so so many thoughts ab pro!tamaki....the shorter hair, the general aura of confidence he has now..mmffghh..i just feel like he'd be the best husband ever and that the acts of service way of communication he developed in his youth would carry into his adulthood....dont get me wrong, shy tamaki is cute, but self-assured tamaki is sooo attractive #QUOTEME

divider cred: @cursed-carmine

Tamaki loves doing things for you. He really does.

There’s not much in the world that’s more fulfilling to him than doing things for you. He never understood when he heard other husbands complain about chores or being called on to do tasks by their wives. Why would you be? He thought.

That was simply because Tamaki lived to see you carefree, relaxed and happy with as much of the world off your shoulders that he could afford to take from you. It made him beam with happiness, a warm fuzzy feeling of contentment that only grew when you’d pad up to him, throw your arms around his shoulders and give him all the praise he could ask for.

It’s always been this way. Even back at UA when he was a hell of a lot more shy and lacked the confidence he has now. He supposes that was how he communicated with the people he cared about, how he communicated with you specifically.

Tamaki makes sure he can do stuff for you. During his breaks while on patrol he thinks of what can be done around the house. Maybe he’ll be getting home late that night; then he’ll be sure to unload the dishwasher so you won’t have to do it the next day. Maybe when he goes home he can stop by the convenience store to pick up some face wash for you and restock on the toothpaste you guys are running out of. Maybe he’s got a day off, so he’ll repair that door hinge you were saying you might do yourself since you “don’t want to give him more work.” (He knows you might scold him a little for that one, but you’ll be grateful—and that’s why he does it!)

Tamaki is never too exhausted to help you out. He thinks that it would be outrageous to say so, not when you’d be doing it all anyway on top of caring for him. That’d be a selfish cop-out. Tamaki’s not like that—he’s got some class, unlike the executives he spends his work life around.

The smile on your face is enough for him. You’re just so beautiful. Everytime he does something for you it acts as a simultaneous reminder as to why he does it. He fucking loves you. Tamaki is obsessed with you. You rank so high when it comes to what’s important to him. His best friends know it all too well. A pair of cuties—you two.

“Tamaaaa…” you call out for him as you step into the apartment, hearing him hum back. Your keys jingle in your hand as you slip off your heels, sighing as you breathe in the cool, air-conditioned space.

“I’m here, hon’.” He says, appearing from around the corner.

“Oh..! You are home…” “I didn’t know if you would be..” you slur out sweetly, shuffling over to him.

Tamaki laughs softly, hands finding your waist as he squeezes gently, letting you cup his cheeks.

“I told you I would be..” he says, all muffled by you squishing his cheeks.”

“Mmm…I must’ve forgot..”

“Then you must’ve…all tipsy and off your feet, hm?” He teases, eyebrows raising.

“Hey…’was girls night..” you whine, hands falling to hug him instead.

“Mmm..I know..” he chuckles, picking you up.

As Tamaki carries you to the bedroom, he’s already grinning at the thought of pampering you. It’s never work for him when it’s for you. It’s nothing he can’t take, it’s far less taxing than what he experiences on the job almost daily.

And so the rest of the night goes on that way. Tamaki takes off your makeup. He bathes you, peppering kisses over past marks and laughing at your drunken rambles—confessions of love and stories from tonight.

Tamaki picks from your pile of unfolded laundry (he’ll do that for you tomorrow), your favorite pair of pajamas. He helps you into them, dodging your grabby hands that tell him he doesn’t have to but he knows you well enough that you’ll complain about being cold in the morning.

That’s just how Tamaki is. Responsible, caring, secure. The whole package deal. 

[babybunnybratt]

Being an artist means I can draw jiki however I want 🥹

[noyasmashing]

thinking about boob man tamaki…

The door creaked softly behind Tamaki as he let it fall shut behind him, the sound barely audible over the gentle hum of the stove and the aroma of simmering soup. He was home earlier than usual from his patrols, and he could tell you hadn't noticed his arrival. He had been looking forward to this moment all day, wanting nothing more to wrapped in your arms.

As he walked into the kitchen, he was hit by the warm and cozy atmosphere. You stood at the stove, your hips swaying gently as you hummed and stirred the soup with a wooden spoon. Your hair was tied back in a loose bun, eyes were fixed on the pot with a focused expression. You were completely absorbed in the task at hand, oblivious to his presence.

Tamaki couldn't help but smile at how cute you looked. He quietly approached you, his footsteps muffled by the soft carpet. As he reached your side, he pressed his body against yours, his hands snaking up to mold your breasts. You didn't flinch or react, too engrossed in cooking dinner to notice his sudden proximity.

"I'm home, momma," Tamaki whispered into your neck, his voice tired and husky from the day's patrol. You put the lid back on the pot, your movements slow and deliberate. "How was my baby's day?" you asked softly, feeling his warm breath fan your neck.

Tamaki's hands tightened their grip on your chest, as if he was reluctant to let go. "It was good," he admitted,"I missed you, a lot." He buried his face in your neck, his nose twitching as he breathed in the scent of your perfume.

You smiled to yourself, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. You reached out and took a spoon from the drawer, holding it out to Tamaki with a gentle smile. "I'm making Ojingeo-guk for dinner," you said lightly. "Want a taste?" You asked, noticing how his eyes lit up at the prospect of food.

Tamaki nodded eagerly, his mouth watering at the thought of the spicy soup. He took the spoon from you and dipped it into the pot, savoring the rich taste in his mouth.

"I think it needs a bit more salt," he said, his voice tinged with a hopeful tone.

"Got it, sweetie," you purred, grabbing the salt shaker and giving him a sly smile. His knees always grew weak when you called him that. He couldn't help but nuzzle his head into you neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

“missed you today," he whispered yet again, his voice laced with longing, as if he expected you to notice the obvious erection pressing against the curve of your back. His words were accompanied by a gentle rocking motion, as if he was trying to convey his emotions without being too obvious.

You chuckled lightly, amused by his antics. "I can tell," you said, playfully teasing him. "I bet you want a bath huh?" The suggestion was met with a nod, his ears flushing with embarrassment as his grip on you tightened.

[dira333]

Craving Attention - Tamaki Amajiki

The floorboards creak under quiet steps. It's a sign that he's comfortable, because you know Tamaki to be able to slip around the house unheard, like a ghost dressed in well-worn cardigans and fuzzy socks.

He stops in the doorway, you can see him from the corner of your eye. Tamaki stays there, unmoving, and you wonder what he's up to as you flip the page.

You wonder if he thinks about the argument you had last week. More of a discussion, really, because you've noticed a pattern and Tamaki was reluctant to see it. You wonder if he's starting to realize you were right.

His head bops up and down, slowly, as if he's nodding to himself. You turn another page without having read a word, your focus now shifted onto the man just out of your reach.

You give him five minutes. Tamaki doesn't speak up once.

"What are you up to, love?" You ask then, smiling to yourself when he blushes.

"Nothing," he claims, leaning against the doorframe. "I was just wondering."

"About what?"

About your book," Tamaki claims, and you know he's lying, the burning red tips of his ears giving it away. "Is it good?"

"Fantastic," you claim, and he takes a step closer to you. You turn your head slightly to look at him. Tamaki's pouting, though he's trying his best not to show it.

"Yeah?" He leans against the backrest of the Couch, though even with all his weight, he doesn't manage to push it further into the room. "Would you-"

"Yes?"

He blushes. He looks away. You give him some time.

Finally, with furrowed brows and his lower lip tucked between his teeth, he slings himself over the backrest and drops into your lap.

"Pay attention to me? Please?"

You laugh, a little breathless from the impact. "All you had to do was ask."

-

A foot, wrapped in a fuzzy sock, nudges your leg.

"Yes?" You ask, your eyes on the words in front of you, though your focus is slipping.

"You're doing it again," Tamaki points out, stretching himself until his head fits under the book and he can blink up at you. "You're not paying attention to me."

You sigh in mock exasperation. "Who knew you could be so demanding?" You joke, but put the book away to kiss him. "I'm sorry I looked away from you for a second."

He pouts. "You can read," he claims. "I just thought-"

"No, don't doubt yourself." You wrap your arms around him and pull him close. "I love you. That stupid book can wait. My brain was just getting antsy, that's all."

"Mhm," Tamaki's quiet for a moment. "I mean, you could read to me, if you want. I like hearing your voice."

[real-hot-grl-shi]

I gen dont see how ppl think that tamajiki is this shy uwu kitten cinnamon roll smol boi. like come on. this nigga is a 3rd year at the highest hero school in Japan, literally apart of multiple wars, and was apart of the team that helped save a girl from a mafia team. like come on y'all. like I get hes shy. that's obvious. but y'all make that his whole. personality. like since 2020 when mha popped off. I said this on one of my other mha rants but im tired of him as well always getting sexualized and fetishized for his quirk. like hes 18 in the manga. hes graduated from high school, wtv. but y'all make his shy demeanor and his quirk his whollleeeeeee personality. like its so annoying to go on his tag and js find smut and him stuttering up a storm, like he doesn't even stutter that much 💀

like come on y'all. come on.

anyways back to Tamaki edits AHHH HES SO CUTEEEE

[https-milo]

Hi I was wondering if u could do a shinsou x reader x tamaki story (either separately or poly) where reader is on her period and having very bad cramps and is having a lot of mood swings

my period is bouta hit soon I can feel her presence </3 THANKS FOR THE REQUEST!!

AW, CRAMP!

Hitoshi Shinso x reader, Tamaki Amajiki x reader

(F/S) = Favorite snack

Summary Headcanons and oneshots with Shinso and Amajiki (separate)

m. list

HITOSHI SHINSO

He wouldn't ignore you per se

HOWEVER.

If you're unessccesarily mean to him, his ass WILL make you take a breather

He'll leave the room and come back with your comfort food and favorite drink, along with chocolates and a heated blanket

But before you can get them, you HAVE to apologize

Once you do, expect some quality time with him <3

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE WOULD YOU?" You shouted angrily at your boyfriend as you were curled in your bed. You hadn't moved from that position all day and Shinso was getting worried.

Taken aback, your boyfriend rolled his eyes, "Ok, see you later." He didn't bother turning back as he left the room. You started to cry. Your eyes were puffy and snot was dripping down your face but you couldn't stop crying.

"I'm so stupid! He- he- he hates me!" You sobbed loudly, curling into your balled position tighter. It had only been 10 minutes since he left, but you were feeling terribly guilty. You heard a deep sigh behind you and saw your purple-haired boyfriend with a plastic bag from the cornerstone.

"I don't hate you, babe," He sighed and sat beside you in the bed. He pulled you from your depressive curl and laid your head against his chest, not caring for the mess of snot and tears that now covered his hoodie. "I left so we wouldn't fight over something like this. Neither of us would want to say something we regret later, hmm?" He stroked your hair gently and your tears slowly stopped flowing.

"I- I'm so sorry, 'Toshi," You sniffled. "I shouldn't have been so mean."

"You're fine, princess. Don't worry. I bought you some stuff," He replied with a casual shrug. He grabbed the bag from beside him and showed you the contents. Your favorite drink, food, snacks, and chocolates were all in there. "I also warmed your heated blanket up while we were arguing." He pulled said blanket from the foot of the bed where you hadn't even noticed it.

"You're too good for me," You sobbed as you stuffed your face with (F/S).

He sighed again and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, "Shhhh, pretty baby, it's okay."

TAMAKI AMAJIKI

He's tweaking out more than you especially if you raise your voice at him

He calls Hado immediately after you have a mood swing

He gets a bunch of products she recommended

He also makes sure to tidy your room so you don't cry about it being messy (has happened before)

He gets scared :(

"You hate me!" You sobbed as you threw one of the stuffed animals he had gifted you at him. He dodged it easily and tensed immediately at your aggression.

"W-what?" He asked confused. "I don't hate you."

"Yes you do! I can feel it!" You replied.

"I- I don't know what you're talking about... I'm sorry if I made you upset," He said sincerely.

You sobbed harder, "You're too good for me! Get out!" You sobbed loudly and shoved your face into your pillow as you clutched your stomach in pain.

"O-okay," Tamaki replied as he sadly left the room. As soon as he closed your door, he pulled out his phone and called Nejire. Twenty minutes later, he returned with MULTIPLE heated blankets, chicken wings, ibuprofen AND Tylenol, chocolate, and vitamins. "Hado-chan said a lot of things... so I got them all." He walked over to your bed humbly and hesitantly, worried you'd explode at him again.

You sniffled and gratefully pulled him into bed with you, embracing him tightly and apologizing profusely. "I love you so much, Tama."

He let out a breath of relief, "I'm glad. You- you're the love of my life."

"And you're mine," You said as you took the pain reliever he brought and started eating the wings.

© https-milo. please do not repost, steal, copy, or modify my works!

Thank you so much for reading <3

[raitonsfw]

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

{ 𝔄𝔪𝔞𝔧𝔦𝔨𝔦 𝔗𝔞𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔦 } - love languages

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

𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[koishiro]

Heyy can you do moodboard for Tamaki Amajiki from Mha?

Dating Tamaki Amajiki pt.2 <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : the cuteness aggression i get with him 😤