#spanner x reader

His hips shifted with one leg braced against the floor and your entire axis flipped so smoothly you didn't process the motion until your back was already sinking into the cushions with both your wrists gathered in one of his hands above your head. His free hand still held his report while his thumb kept his page.

He looked down at you with genuine confusion.

"Was that... were you trying to pin me?"

"What did it look like, Tsuna?"

"Honestly? I thought you tripped." he laughed softly, though it died short seeing your frustration.

He set his report on the armrest and resettled his grip on your wrists more deliberately, his thumb resting right against your pulse. He shifted forward and the full, focused weight of his attention landed on you in a way that somehow made your failed ambush worth it.

"Your hips gave it away. You lean left before you commit every time." His head tilted to study your face as your frustration began to ease. "Try dropping your center of gravity first and you might actually have a chance."

"Are you seriously coaching me right now?"

"Probably counterproductive, yeah." His eyes tracked from your face downward with absolutely no rush, and he settled more of his weight against you, enough to make your breath hitch. "Your heart is going really fast."

"Because I just got judo-flipped on my own couch!"

"I barely moved."

"That just makes it worse and you know it."

His forehead dropped to yours and he stayed there, breathing you in, thumbs still circling your pulse.

"Try again after dinner. I'll give you a head start."

"I hate you."

"Mm. Your heart rate says otherwise."

TYL!Hayato Gokudera

He was leaning against the kitchen counter scrolling through his phone when you struck, hooking your foot behind his ankle and shoving both palms flat against his chest.

His phone clattered to the tile and his back hit the counter's edge. You grabbed his wrists and bore down with your full weight, pinning them against the granite. Or so you thought.

Gokudera stared at you and you stared back, triumphant, before he moved so fast your vision blurred.

You suddenly found your cheek pressed against cool granite with both arms bent behind your back, his chest flush against your back.

"The hell was that?" he snapped, slightly out of breath. Not from exertion but from the adrenaline you just dumped into his bloodstream.

"It was a surprise attack! You're supposed to be impressed!"

"You knocked my phone on the floor. The screen better not be cracked."

"That's your concern right now? Really?"

His grip on your wrists tightened, then loosened, then tightened again, like he couldn't decide whether to let you go or keep you exactly where you were. His breathing was rough against the back of your neck.

"Who taught you ambush someone like that?"

"Nobody! It was spontaneous!"

"That explains a lot." His thumb dragged across the inside of your wrist, a distracted, possessive gesture he probably wasn't even aware of. "It was spontaneous and horribly executed."

"Let me up." you struggled against his hold.

"No."

"Hayato."

"You started this." His voice dropped, mouth somewhere behind your ear now. "You don't get to just launch yourself at me and expect me to--Ugh, what were you even thinking!?"

"That it would be fun!"

Silence. Then a rough exhale that fanned hot across your neck, and his forehead thunked against your shoulder like your stupidity physically exhausted him.

"Why do I attract idiots so much?"

"Is that a compliment?"

"...Sure, why not?"

TYL!Takeshi Yamamoto

You caught him mid-stretch in the hallway, his arms were overhead and his eyes half-closed in a yawn.

It was the perfect opening.

You rushed him low, wrapped both arms around his midsection, and drove forward with your legs, fully intending to take him off his feet and onto the floor.

Yamamoto didn't fall. He rocked back on his heels, absorbed the entire impact while smiling and looked down at you clinging to his torso.

"Oh! Are we wrestling?"

"We're supposed to be! Go down!" you continued to try and shove him over to no avail.

"Hmm, nah."

He peeled your arms open like you were a child hanging off a jungle gym, turned you, and dropped you both to the hallway rug in one fluid motion.

Your back hit the carpet and his knees bracketed your hips. Both your hands were pressed flat to the floor above your head with his fingers laced through yours like you were just holding hands and not actively keeping you immobilized.

He was grinning, completely unbothered.

"You gotta go for the legs sweetie."

"I put my entire weight into that though!"

"Yeah, I felt it! It was a good effort for your first try." He squeezed your fingers. "Solid impact. Seriously."

"Don't patronize me, Takeshi!"

"I'm not! You moved me like two inches. That's a lot, coming from the front." His head cocked sideways, dark eyes bright with a kind of delighted, overflowing energy. "Most people go from behind for a reason y'know."

"I wanted to see your face!"

His grin softened hearing that, and leaned down until your noses bumped.

"Yeah?" His voice came out easy but lower. "Well, you've got it now."

"...This backfired on me." Your eyes darted away from his as you felt your face heat up.

"Did it though?" He pressed your joined hands a little harder into the carpet, settling his weight just enough that your hips were completely locked. "Seems like you ended up exactly where you wanted to be."

"I wanted to be on top though" you huffed, still avoiding eye-contact.

"...Best two out of three after dinner?" he tilted his head.

Your eyes shifted to his with newfound determination. "You're on."

TYL!Ryohei Sasagawa

You waited until he was mid-rep on the living room floor, arms shaking through his four hundredth push-up of the evening, and dropped your full weight directly onto his back.

He didn't collapse. His arms locked, absorbing you without a single wobble, and he cranked out three more push-ups with you sprawled across him like a human blanket.

"FOUR-HUNDRED AND ONE! FOUR-HUNDREAD AND TWO! FOUR-HUNDRED AND--wait." He turned his head, one eye finding you over his shoulder. "When did you get there?"

"I've been here for the last three push-ups, Ryohei!"

"OH! I thought I was hitting my limit there for a moment!"

You scrambled to hook your arms under his and roll him sideways, throwing every ounce of leverage you had into the motion. He tipped due to loss of balance not your strength, and you lunged for his wrists the second his back hit the carpet.

You got one pinned. The other hand came up and simply placed itself next to the first, like he was trying to do you a favor. Which frankly, pissed you off more than anything.

"Am I down? I'M DOWN!--Uh, what happens next?" He looked completely stumped.

"You're supposed to struggle!"

"WHY WOULD I STRUGGLE? My wife is on top of me! This is the EXTREME opposite of a problem!" His face was flushed from the workout, white hair stuck to his forehead, chest heaving because of the small marathon workout he completed tonight. "Is this a new exercise? Are we doing a circuit?"

"This is not a circuit!"

"It could be though! Pin drills! Grappling cardio! We could add it to the morning routine!"

"I don't have a morning routine!"

"EXACTLY! This could be the start!" His pinned hands curled and his fingers wrapped around your wrists instead, reversing the grip completely without moving his arms. One sharp sit-up later and you were in his lap, legs splayed, his face inches from yours. He wasn't even trying. The man had simply decided to be upright.

"Your reaction time was incredible though. You picked the EXACT moment my stabilizers were engaged!"

"Thank... you?" Now you were the one confused.

"We're doing this every night! Tuesdays and Thursdays we add weights!"

"We are not doing this every nigh--"

"I'LL START MEAL PREPPING!"

He was already carrying you toward the kitchen, one arm hooked under you, free hand reaching for the drawer where he kept a truly alarming collection of containers.

20YL!Lambo

You crept up behind the couch where he was sprawled, one leg thrown over the backrest, scrolling through his phone with boneless laziness. Then, you vaulted over the armrest, straddled his waist, and slammed both his wrists into the cushion above his head.

Lambo kept a firm grip on his phone.

"Hm." He looked up at you, half-lidded, completely unimpressed. "You done?"

"I have you!"

"Do you though?" He shifted his weight with barely any effort, and the couch did the rest. The cushion sank under your knee, your balance vanished, and one lazy roll later you were wedged between him and the backrest with his elbow propped on your hip like an armrest.

He went back to scrolling.

"Lambo!"

"What? You attacked me during my free time. That's on you."

"You didn't even try!"

"Didn't need to." He locked his phone and tucked it into his back pocket without shifting off you. His cheek dropped against his fist, elbow still using your hip as a prop, and he regarded you with sleepy arrogance that only he could make this infuriating. "The couch did most of the work. You picked terrible terrain."

"I'm going to smother you with this throw pillow I swear to--" he interrupted you before you could finish.

"See, that's a better strategy. Shows initiative." His free hand found your thigh and settled there, thumb tracing an absent circle. "The pin thing, though? Sloppy. No base. You just threw yourself at me and hoped for the best."

"It works in the movies though!"

"Movies don't hire trained mafia members." He stretched slowly, pressing you further into the cushions. His mouth found the hinge of your jaw without any apparent urgency. "If you wanted to be under me you could've just asked."

"That is NOT what this was about!"

"Mm. Sure." Another lazy kiss, this one below your ear. "You wanna try again, or are you comfortable? Because I'm very comfortable right now."

"I'm... comfortable."

"Thought so."

TYL!Kyoya Hibari

He was standing at the window of his office, back to the door, reading something on his phone. You removed your shoes, controlled your breathing, and planned the exact angle of approach for maximum leverage.

You only made it two steps into the room before his hand closed around your wrist and the ceiling swapped places with the floor.

Your shoulder blades hit the hardwood, and Hibari's knee landed beside your ribs. One hand pinning your wrists overhead. The other still held his phone.

He hadn't looked away from the screen once.

Your lungs remembered how to work after about three seconds of silence.

"...How?"

"You breathe too loudly."

"I was holding my breath though!"

"Not well enough." He scrolled something on his phone, thumb moving with calm precision while his other hand kept your wrists flattened to the floor without apparent effort. "You also shifted your weight to your right foot before entering. The floorboard in the doorway has a specific sound."

"We've lived here for years and you've memorized the floorboards?"

The look he gave you could have frozen the sun. Except, and you learned to catch this over time, the very corner of his mouth was tilting up almost imperceptibly. It wasn't a smile by any means but it was a fracture his composure nonetheless.

"Why." He didn't phrase it as a question. He never did.

"I wanted... to see if I could pin you." you murmured in defeat.

"You couldn't."

"Well I know that now, thank you!"

He set his phone on the floor beside your head and transferred his full attention onto to you in a way that felt like stepping into a spotlight.

"Your approach was poor and predictable with no contingency if the initial contact failed..."

"Is this a critique?"

"It's a challenge." His knee shifted and his grip tightened by a fraction. He leaned down until his mouth was close enough that his words landed against your skin. "Come at me correctly next time."

"That implies there is a correct way though."

"There is. I won't be teaching you though."

TYL!Mukuro Rokudo

You had been planning this for a week. After all, catching the illusionist off guard was no easy feat. You learned his schedule over the years and knew he would be in the study at half-past nine, drinking his tea with both hands occupied.

You slipped through the doorway, crossed the rug silently, and brought both hands down on his shoulders from behind to shove him forward onto the desk.

Except your palms hit the chairback, and said chair was suddenly empty although his teacup sat on the desk, still steaming.

"Looking for someone?"

You spun. He was leaning against the doorframe you just walked through, arms crossed, looking at you like he knew your scheme since before you left the bedroom.

"How... long have you been standing there?" you squeaked out.

"Since you started tiptoeing down the hallway. You really must work on your stealth." He pushed off the frame with one shoulder, crossing toward you with steps that made no sound. "I'll give you credit, that was an adorable attempt at an ambush."

"Don't call my ambush adorable!"

"Would you prefer 'cute?' Or perhaps 'quaint?'" The chairback you were holding onto dissapated into air and your body met the edge of his desk as one of his hands collected both your wrists behind your back.

He done it all instantaneously before you could make sense of what was happening.

"I spent a week planning that."

"I know. You kept checking the clock after dinner. Very subtle." His free hand lifted, one finger tilting your chin up as his gaze traced your features with an attention that felt almost invasive. "Did you really think tea would keep my hands that occupied?"

"I--"

"I finished it ten minutes ago and refilled the cup as a prop." His mouth curved. "Strategy is about information, dear. And you have never once been able to hide anything from me, kufufu."

"That's not fair."

"No." He leaned in, lips brushing barely brushing yours. "It isn't. That's rather the point."

TYL!Spanner

He was under some half-built project, sprawled across the workshop floor, with only his legs visible from the knees down. You could hear wrench sounds and occasional muttering towards himself.

You took this as your opportunity to grab both his ankles and yank.

He slid out on the roller board, blinking up at you through his goggles, lollipop clicking against his teeth.

"Oh. Hey. Is it dinner time already?"

You ignored his question and dropped onto his midsection, pinned his wrists to the concrete on either side of his head, and pressed down. For one glorious moment, you had him flat on his back, completely immobilized, staring up at you with engine grease on his cheekbone.

Then he hooked one leg around yours, bridged his hips using the roller board's momentum, and reversed your positions. Your back hit the roller board and he settled above you, one hand pinning both your wrists overhead, the other pulling the lollipop from his mouth.

"Your weight distribution was actually pretty good. But the roller board's friction coefficient works both ways." He pointed at her with the lollipop. "You gave me a pivot point."

"I don't know what that means, Spanner!"

"Means the board rolls. Whoever's on top is less stable than whoever redirects the momentum." He said this the way other people said pass the salt. "You should've pinned me on the concrete, I wouldn't have had the leverage then."

"I'm not taking engineering notes right now, stop ruining the fun!"

"Why not? This is basically applied physics." His goggles had gone crooked in the reversal, sitting at an angle that made one green eye look bigger than the other. He pushed them up into his hair with his free hand, then looked down at you on the board beneath him. "...Huh."

"'Huh' what?"

"Nothing. Just--the board's rated for two hundred kilos... but we should be fine like this." He said it offhandedly, already somewhere else in his head, but his thumb was tracing your wrist joint with the same focused attention he gave delicate wiring.

"Was--Was that supposed to comfort me?! Geez, you're the least romantic person alive!"

"I'm on top of you on my workshop floor and I just I just tried to suggest something subtly to you. That's extremely romantic for me."

"...That's actually a fair point."

"I know. So... would you like me to keep me googles on or off for this."

TYL!Shoichi Irie

He was at his desk, hunched over a tablet, glasses reflecting lines of data, so deep in whatever algorithm he was untangling that a bomb could've gone off in the next room and he would have asked to keep the noise down.

You grabbed the back of his chair, spun it, seized both his wrists, and pinned them to the armrests.

Shoichi screamed.

Not a dignified shout. Not a startled gasp. A full, sharp, soul-leaving-the-body scream that sent his tablet clattering off the desk and his glasses halfway down his nose.

"WHAT-- WHO--" he realized it was you, though this did nothing to calm his panic. "WHY?!?!"

"It's ME! Your WIFE!"

"I KNOW BUT THAT DOESN'T EXPLAIN THE ASSAULT!"

His chest was heaving and you could literally see his pulse hammering in his throat. You were still gripping his wrists against the armrests, so technically you had him pinned.

Victory.

Except Shoichi's panic response apparently included adrenaline.

Because he lurched forward out of the chair and the momentum carried you both sideways until you hit the floor next to the desk with Shoichi on top of you, one knee between yours, hands clamped around your wrists against the carpet.

He was still shaking from the cardiac event you inflicted on him.

"Oh my god," he panted, staring down at you with horrified eyes. "Oh my god-- Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to--my body just did that and--"

"Shoichi."

"I-- what?" He looked at his hands on your wrists, at his position, at the full picture of the situation. The flush darkened by three entire shades. "I... oh."

"Pretty impressive, actually."

"Really?--Augh, oh no--my stomach--my stomach's doing the thing--" His face crumpled with the familiar nauseous grimace that accompanied every spike of his anxiety. "Why would you do that? I was working! I--"

"Forget the tablet, Shoichi, look at me."

He looked at you, lower lip caught between his teeth, still hovering above you with his full weight barely committed, like he was terrified of pressing down too hard.

"...What's with that look?"

"You have me pinned to the floor. This is the hottest thing you've ever done."

The sound he made was basically the verbal equivalent of a blue screen--a strangled, vowel-heavy noise that ended with him dropping his forehead against your collarbone and staying there as his hands released your wrists to cover his own face in embarrassment.

TYL!Chikusa Kakimoto

He was on the couch reading with one ankle crossed over the opposite knee, completely checked out from the physical world.

You approached from behind, slow and silent, reached over the back of the couch, and grabbed both his wrists to wrench them backward.

Chikusa's book didn't even close. He looked at your hands on his wrists the way someone might look at a mildly confusing grocery receipt.

"What are you doing." he asked flatly, still looking at your hands.

"Pinning you down!"

"From behind the couch?"

"I... yes?"

"This provides you with bad leverage." His wrists rotated out of your grip and caught your elbow, before he flipped you over the couch back with a precise tug that used your own forward lean against you. You landed face-up across his lap, legs draped over the backrest, staring at the ceiling.

He picked his book back up.

"Chikusa."

"Mm."

"What just happen?"

"You were off-balance. I redirected." He turned a page. His other hand was resting on your stomach like you were an armrest. "Your grip was too high on my wrists. Closer to the base of the palm would give you better rotational control."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"No reason, just correction."

You laid there, processing the sheer indignity of being flipped then furniture'd by your husband.

"Are you going to let me up?"

"You can get up whenever you want, I'm not holding you down."

He was right. There was nothing restraining you, but you stayed in place anyhow.

"...I'll try again later."

"You'll fail again later." he flipped to another page without a glance, making you roll your eyes.

"Wow. How supportive."

He lowered his book ever so slightly. "Use your hips next time. You have the clear advantage here but you're not utilizing it properly."

"Was... that a compliment?"

The silence that followed went on long enough that you thought he'd simply chosen not to answer.

Then, barely audible over the sound of another turning page, "No, just another correction."

TYL!Ken Joshima

He was standing at the open fridge, shoving leftover yakisoba into his mouth directly from the container, making sounds that could generously be described as feral.

And not in the hot kind of way, which was fine considering your objective.

You charged him from behind, locked both arms around his torso, and threw your weight sideways to drag him to the kitchen floor.

Ken hit the tile on his hip and the yakisoba container went flying, noodles scattering across the floor like sad confetti. You scrambled on top of him, grabbed his wrists, pinned them above his head.

His jaw was still working on the mouthful. He chewed. Swallowed. Looked up at you.

"The hell!?"

"I got you! You said I couldn't do it, but you're down!"

"You made me drop my food!"

"Forget the food, Ken, I got you!"

His nostrils flared as his eyes narrowed for a moment before his body bucked under you, and the reversal happened with a snarling, graceless, completely instinctive violence that sent you onto your back so hard it left you winded.

Both your wrists were crushed to the tile above your head in one of his hands. His face was inches from yours, teeth bared, breathing hard. A noodle was stuck to his cheek.

"You. Made. Me. Drop. My. Food."

Unfortunately, being your husband for too long made his intimidation tactics less than effective at times like these.

"You..." you paused, still catching your breath while trying to find the right words. "Have yakisoba on your face."

"DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT!"

His grip tightened, chest heaving against yours. He was radiating heat like a furnace and his pupils were blown wide in a way that made the accusation in his voice deeply unconvincing. "Who just tackles someone at the fridge? What kind of psycho--"

"The kind you married!"

That shut him up for a few moments before he exhaled a rough sigh.

"...You didn't even pin me down right, dumbass."

You quirked a brow. "You think that reasoning is going to stop me from trying again?"

His face was red and his free hand was braced beside your head, claws denting into the tile. "You wanna go again huh? Try it! 'Cause I'll put you down every time--"

"Ken honey, the noodle's still on your cheek."

He swiped at it furiously with his shoulder, refuseing to release either your wrists or his dignity, and glared down at you.

"...I'm reheating more yakisoba after this."

"After what, exactly?"

The glare faltered. He looked at his hand on your wrists, at the position, at the complete picture. The red in his face spread to his ears. You smirked.

"S-Shut up!"

"I didn't say anything."

"Your face said it!... Stop looking at me like that!"

Dr. Shamal

He was slouched in a patio chair outside the house, legs crossed at the ankle, cigarette between his fingers. His stubble was two days past respectable, shirt unbuttoned one notch past decent.

You came at him from the side, grabbed both wrists, and shoved him backward in the chair, planting your knee on one of his thighs and beared down on him.

"Ohhh~" He looked up at you through half-lidded eyes, mouth curving upwards. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Stop smiling--I'm restraining you right now."

"My wife just climbed on top of me unprovoked and you don't want me to smile? That's just cruel bella." He made zero effort to free his wrists. None. His hands stayed exactly where you'd put them.

"You're supposed to try and get me off of you!"

"Why? I chased women across four continents for twenty years and then married the one who actually caught me. You think I'm going to fight this?" His cigarette hand gestured vaguely at the full picture of you in his lap. "I'm not a total idiot."

"Shamal, I'm trying to--"

"Your knee's on my femoral artery, by the way. Move it a little to the left before my leg goes numb."

"Stop diagnosing while I'm trying to one-up you!"

"Can't help it." His eyes tracked your face with open unhurried attention. "Also your shoulders are tense, have been all week."

"I wonder why!"

"Probably because your husband leaves his clothes on the bathroom floor. That's fair. I deserve this." He still hadn't moved his wrists. The cigarette was burning down between his fingers, forgotten. "Go ahead. I'll stay right here and take my punishment."

"...You're taking all the fun out of this." you sighed, weakening your grip on his.

"Am I?" One wrist turned with ease and his fingers laced through yours. "Because from where I'm sitting, and I'm very much enjoying where I'm sitting, this is fun."

"I wanted to overpower you though." You were pouting now.

"You did. Look at me. I haven't moved a muscle." His free hand finally dropped the cigarette, then settled onto your thigh with easy confidence. "You know most people need professional training and experience to pin me down. You just needed to exist."

"That is the cheesiest thing you've ever--" you scoffed.

"I've said cheesier, just ask Gokudera how I talk about you when you're not arou--Actually, don't do that. Or you might actually kill me." His thumb traced a slow line up your thigh. "You can try again whenever you want. I'll lose every time."

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Spanner opened his eyes, squinting against the light even with his hand covering him up. He scooted back so he could pull the cupboard open. Maybe he just needed to eat something? Maybe it would settle the nausea and help the quell the pain welling up in his head.

He stuck his entire upper body into the dark cupboard, sighing in temporary relief at the darkness. Only for the loud click of the coffee machine turning off to grate his ears and make him grimace. Okay, so no relief at all. He scowled at nobody in particular.

He pushed bags and boxes out of the way until he found the box of likely expired plain rice crackers. He pulled a packet out and tore it open as quietly as he could. Spanner shoved several of the crackers into his mouth, realising his mistake when he closed his mouth.

Even his jaw ached.

And his teeth.

Spanner grimaced, opening his mouth and pulling two of the crackers out. One at a time it was. He chewed as slowly as possible, eyes screwed shut to try and calm the throbbing that spread throughout the right side of his head.

He swallowed.

The smell of the coffee was gonna make him sick. He grabbed the packet of crackers and shimmied out from underneath the cupboard.

"What are you doing?"

He squinted up at you, his vision blurry. Too bright. He looked away.

"Can you get me water?"

He hated asking for help, but he honestly felt like death would be more merciful than what was currently happening to him. It took a moment, but you conceded to his sudden request. Spanner shoved the two crackers back in his mouth so he could use his hand to grip the counter and pull himself up off the floor.

He promptly nearly fell again.

"What's wrong with you?"

Spanner didn't reply. Mouth full. He grabbed the glass of water instead. Then he left the kitchen, gait slow and shaky. He fell into the doorway, pushing himself off of it quickly to disappear into the hallway.

"Spanner."

You followed him.

Confused when he went to the bathroom of all places.

It was the only room with no windows, though. Spanner sat the glass of water on the counter and then slid down the wall, sitting on the floor. He quickly swallowed the crackers still in his mouth.

"Shut the door." He didn't really have much fight in him. You stepped into the room, shutting the door behind you. The room was plunged into darkness, the light under the door barely made a dent.

Spanner sighed in relief, leaning his head back against the wall. He set the packet of crackers in his lap and then brought his hands up, rubbing his temples. Even his body was starting to ache.

You grabbed the glass off the counter and carefully reached out until you felt the wall, slowly sitting down beside him so as to not spill anything. "Here," you offered it to him, finding his hand and wrapping it around the glass.

The man grunted a thanks, taking a small sip of the water. It even tasted bad.

"I have to get going soon." He grimaced, he had things to do. Duties.

"Fuck that." You scoffed at him in the dark. "You're staying in and resting."

"Work is work-"

"And you can take a day off work, Spanner."

He opened his mouth to complain but a sudden spike of pain made him wince. His grip nearly slipped on the glass, water sloshing over the edge and wetting both him and you. "Home." You stated and he conceded with his silence.

Spanner took another sip of the water, then slowly, he laid his head on your shoulder. "Want another cracker?" He nodded slowly. You picked the packet up and quietly plucked one out. The dark quickly proved a problem as you struggled to find his mouth, hitting his nose before he bit down on it with an annoyed huff.

Annoyed or amused. Maybe both.

You brought your arm around him, bringing your hand up to run through his hair. Spanner seemed to appreciate the gesture, moving closer as he chewed and swallowed his cracker. The bathroom floor wasn't the most comfortable, but if it was the dark he wanted, you put up with it.

The minutes ticked by as you pet his hair and he drank his water. The silence was comforting in a way.

"My ass hurts." Spanner mumbled, pulling away from you to stand up with the glass and crackers.

Of course he had to ruin it.

"Well given you're a pain in everyone else's.."

"Fine I won't invite you to lay in bed with me." Spanner huffed, tucking the glass in his elbow so he could open the bathroom door.

Almost immediately he was blinded, wincing painfully as he turned away from the light now bleeding into the room. You steadied him before he collapsed, biting back any snarky response for the time being. His body shook in your grip and you tightened your hands on him.

Spanner let you guide him to the bedroom, keeping his eyes shut the entire time. He knew the space like the back of his hand, but he trusted you. Even if he didn't vocalize that. Even if he couldn't.

You took the glass and crackers from him, setting them down on the bedside table as he crawled into the bed. Spanner disappeared under the blankets, pulling the sheets and duvet over his head. You ran your hand over the bump under the sheets.

"I'll go get you water and meds."

"Please." He replied, muffled and weak.

TYL!Tsunayoshi Sawada

The crack of thunder rattled the windows of the Vongola estate, and before you could stop yourself, your hands had fisted in the fabric of Tsuna's shirt, your face pressed against his chest. For a moment you froze completely mortified at yourself. This was the Vongola Decimo, not some-- "It's alright." His voice was soft, unhurried. His arms came around you without hesitation, one hand settling warm and steady against your back. "I've got you." Another flash of lightning illuminated the study, and you flinched deeper into him. "Sorry, this is stupid, I--" "It's not stupid," He said simply, like a fact.

He shifted, guiding you both to the sofa without letting go. "When I was younger, I was scared of everything," he admitted quietly. "Reborn used to say fear wasn't weakness. It's what you do with it that matters." His fingers traced slow circles against your shoulder. "So stay here, I'm not going anywhere." The thunder rolled again, distant now, and you felt his chin rest gently atop your head. "I've got you," he repeated, softer. "I promise."

TYL!Hayato Gokudera

The storm hit without warning, and Gokudera barely had time to look up from his paperwork before you'd crossed the room and buried yourself against his side. He went rigid, cigarette nearly falling from his lips. "Wh--oi, what the hell--" Thunder crashed, and you grabbed him tighter. His protest died in his throat. "Tch." he clicked his tongue, but his arm came around you anyway, pulling you closer with an awkward jerk. "Should've told me your afraid of thunder. I'm not a damn mind reader."

His grip tightened as another bolt of lightning split the sky, and you felt his free hand come up to cup the back of your head. "It's just noise," he muttered against your hair. "It can't hurt you, I won't let it." His voice dropped, gruff with something he'd never admit to. "I've got explosives that would make this look like nothing, alright? So calm down." His heartbeat was faster than he'd probably like, but he held onto you until the storm passed.

TYL!Takeshi Yamamoto

Takeshi was in the training cleaning his blade when he looked up with that easy smile. "Couldn't sleep either, huh?" Another flash, another boom, and you were across the room before you could be embarrassed about it, hands fisting his shirt. He didn't miss a beat. The sword was set aside, and his arms wrapped around you like it was natural. "I got you."

His chest was warm and he smelled faintly of rain. "Sorry," you managed against his collarbone. "This is childish--" "Nah, don't worry about it." His hummed to himself. "Everyone's scared of something, even me." One hand came up to stroke your head, slow and soothing. "My old man used to say storms meant the sky was clearing out the bad stuff. Making room for something better." Thunder rolled, and his arms tightened just slightly. "So stick with me for now, alright? I don't mind." His lips just barely brushed your temple. "Not one bit."

TYL!Ryohei Sasagawa

The lightning came first, a blinding flash through the window, and then the thunder, so loud it seemed to shake your bones. You didn't remember moving, but suddenly you were pressed against Ryohei's chest, fingers twisted in his shirt, trembling. He stiffened for only a second before his arms came around you, solid and sure. "Oi, oi--hey." His voice was quieter than usual. "You're shaking." "I'm fine," you lied, face buried against him. "It's nothing--" "Doesn't look like nothing."

He didn't let go. Instead, he shifted to pull you closer, one large hand cradling the back of your head. "Storms don't last," he said, low and steady. Another crack split the sky, and you flinched. "Luckily I'm here, nothing gets through me! Not lightning, not anything!" His thumb brushed the nape of your neck. "Just breathe. Match mine, alright?" His chest rose and fell, slow and deliberate, and gradually your breathing matched his. "That's it. You're doing good."

20YL!Lambo

The thunder cracked like a whip, and before you could think, you'd launched yourself at the nearest solid thing, which happened to be Lambo, lounging on the sofa with a glass of wine. He caught you with a surprised "Oof," the glass barely saved by quick reflexes, and then you were in his lap with your face pressed against his neck. A warm chuckle rumbled through his chest once he processed the situation. "Well, well. If I knew storms had this effect, I'd have arranged one sooner." "Don't say that, jerk." you mumbled, but you didn't move. His arm settled around your waist.

"I used to cry during storms, you know." His voice was low as he watched the lightning flicker outside. "Drove everyone crazy. Tsuna-nii, Gokudera, all of them would run around trying to calm me down." His free hand came up to play with your hair. "Look at us now. How things change." Thunder rolled again and he pulled you more firmly against him. "Stay as long as you like, bella [beautiful], I won't mind..." His lips brushed your ear, teasing. "After all, this is the best thing that's happened to me all week."

TYL!Kyoya Hibari

You knew better than to seek out Hibari during a storm. You knew better. But the thunder had shaken you from sleep, and somehow your feet had carried you to the reception room of the Foundation before your pride could stop you. He was there, as always, seated at his desk with Hibird dozing on his shoulder. His eyes lifted sharply, assessing you. "You're trembling." It wasn't a question. "I--" Lightning flashed, and you flinched. Before you could stammer an excuse, he'd risen from his chair and walked over to you.

He didn't embrace you, but his hand closed around your wrist and he pulled you toward the leather couch against the wall. "Sit." You sat and he settled beside you, close enough that your shoulders touched. "Storms are noise," he said flatly. "Nothing more." But when the next crack of thunder made you jolt, his arm moved almost reluctantly to curl around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side. He said nothing else as his thumb traced absent circles against your arm.

TYL!Mukuro Rokudo

Somehow you ended up in the wing Mukuro had claimed as his own. You hadn't meant to find him, but he seemingly materialized next to you with his unsettling smile. "Is a little mouse lost in the dark?" Lightning split the sky, and you grabbed his arm without thinking. His eyes widened a fraction, then curved with amusement. "How forward." But he didn't pull away. "I didn't mean--I just--" Thunder swallowed your words, and you pressed closer.

"Kufufu, afraid of storms? How... unexpectedly charming." His hand came up, tilting your chin so you met his gaze. "The thunder cannot hurt you." A corner of his smile lifted, "... I could make the sound go away for you, but where's the fun in that?" He drew you against him then, one arm winding around your waist gently. "After all, I find myself entertained by your company." His fingers traced your spine, feather-light. "But worry not little mouse, you wandered quite willingly into my territory, so I will protect you from the storm."

TYL!Spanner

The workshop was the last place you expected to find comfort during a storm, but Spanner barely glanced up when you slipped inside, tinkering with whatever machine currently held his attention. Then the thunder hit again, loud enough to rattle the tools on his bench, and you'd crossed the room and grabbed his sleeve before you could stop yourself. He paused and then blinked. "Huh." "Sorry, I know you're busy--" "Not really." He set down his wrench, regarding you with a calm expression. "Storms bother you?"

You nodded, embarrassed. He considered this for a moment, then simply shifted over on his bench, making room. "Sit here. The machines are loud when they get going. They'll help drown it out." You sat down and after a moment, his arm settled around your shoulders awkwardly. "This... is what people do, right? When someone's scared." His tone was dry, but his thoughtfulness was clear. "I'll just keep working." He picked up his wrench again, releasing his hold on you. "The noise'll help, trust me."

TYL!Shoichi Irie

Shoichi was surrounded by screens and half-empty coffee cups, one hand rubbing his upset stomach while the other typed on his computer. When the thunder cracked again, you crossed the room and grabbed onto him before either of you could process it. "Wha--?!" He nearly fell out of his chair, glasses slipping down his nose. "Are you--is something wrong? Is it an attack?!" "No, I just--" Lightning flashed. You buried your face against his shoulder. "...Oh." His voice softened. "Oh, I see."

His hands hovered awkwardly for a moment before settling on your back, patting in an uneven rhythm. "It's okay, the probability of being struck indoors is almost negligible--" He stopped himself, wincing. "That's... not helping, is it?" You shook your head against him. He exhaled, then adjusted his hold, pulling you properly into his arms. "Right. Okay..." His heartbeat was fast beneath your ear, making it clear he was nervous, but he did his best to push it aside. "I've got you... I think. I'm not very good at this, sorry."

TYL!Chikusa Kakimoto

The safehouse was hardly comforting on a good day, but during a storm, it felt like the world was ending. You pressed yourself into a corner, arms wrapped around your knees, when a shadow fell over you. Chikusa stood there, expressionless, with a yo-yo dangling loosely from one finger. He said nothing. Just looked at you with those flat, unreadable eyes. "I'm fine," you managed, voice wavering. Lightning flashed again, making you flinch.

Then, without a word, he sat down beside you with his houlder pressed against yours. "...Kakimoto?" "The storm will pass soon." His said bluntly. "Approximately two hours." He didn't look at you, just stared straight ahead. But when the next roll of thunder made you grab his arm, he didn't pull away. His free hand hesitantly moved and settled over yours. A single squeeze. Brief. Then stillness again.

TYL!Ken Joshima

The thunder happened suddenly and you bolted without thinking, straight into something that let out a sharp "Oi!" Ken stumbled back, catching you by reflex, his sharp teeth bared in confusion. "The hell--?!" Lightning flashed, and you grabbed fistfuls of his coat, pressing your face against his chest. He went rigid, a growl building in his throat. "What're you--it's just a stupid storm!" But you were shaking, and something in his instincts must have registered it, because the growl died. "...Tch. Pathetic."

Yet he didn't push you away. "Storms ain't nothing. There's scarier shit than a some loud sky." His voice was gruff, almost annoyed, but his chin dropped to rest atop your head. "You think I would let anything happen to you?" Thunder cracked again, and he sighed in aggitation. "Quit shakin' already! I'm right here, ain't I!?"

Dr. Shamal

The infirmary was supposed to be empty, but when the storm hit you found him sprawled on the cot, one arm draped over his eyes. He lifted it when you entered, a lazy smile forming. "Oh? Has a lovely visitor, come to--" Thunder shattered the air, and you were across the room in a second, hands fisted in his lab coat. His eyebrows shot up. "My my. This is new." "Shut. Up," you whispered harshly. "Just--Don't say anything." For once, he listened... for a few minutes at least.

"Easy, bella [beautiful]." His voice softened. "The weather's just trying to provide us with some mood lighting," he joked as one of his hands stroked down your back. It was surprisingly soothing considering he rarely kept his hands appropriate with women. "You know, most people run from me during storms because of having 'disease-carrying mosquitoes' and 'terrible bedside manner' or whatever" His quietly laughed. "But you came to me... consider me flattered." His lips brushed your forehead briefly "Rest here until the storm passes, Doctor's orders."

IMAGINE y’all had little crushes on each other back in uni, and you would frequently sneak into their lectures to bring them coffees and baked goods because you know they definitely pulled an all nighter to finish their lab aguhHHHHG and their friends would tease them about the cutie that would always try to enter the lecture hall as quietly as possible and sit in the vacant seat between them (they usually sit right next to each other, but eventually got into the habit of leaving an empty one in between to leave their bags in case you showed up asjdhkajshdjks)

I am desperately in need of university au ShoY/nSpanner, just the thought of all the study dates and mario kart/smash bros game nights, even playing dnd together and bonding over all these silly nerd hobbies; catch Shoichi and Spanner leaving their usual friday club activities to cheer you on at your sports events or art performances!!! Your lovely silly little boyfriends???

Even from afar you can spot them with their bright hair colours, Shoichi’s shy grin when he waves at you, and Spanner’s stupid flat smile (he’s got an awkward smile where he pretty much just flattens his mouth but it’s SOOO dorky and cute, believe me)

I could go on and on and on omfgdfjkg you’re most definitely both of their homescreens until you convince them to take group polaroid photos that y’all can keep in your wallets and phone cases :’)

NSFW blurbs below! warnings: top/dom spanner, switch reader, switch/bottom shoichi hehe, some kink mentions, not too much bc I just got carried away with just writing shit, 18+!!

One word: hands… handshandhandshandshands,,, they both have quite nimble hands, Spanner’s hands are a little bit rougher due to the tools of his trade, and Shoichi has very looong fingers :) Both very pretty, though ehehe drools

Nothing like feeling them push all your buttons with the most precise amount of pressure, eliciting the sweetest sounds that they just revel in

OH YEAH BACK TO THE SPANNER’S VOICE THING he’s the reason both you and Sho have praise kinks wink wink, he’s not super talkative but he never holds back a nasty thought while y’all are together and you can bet you both have daydreams about him telling you how well you take him (!!!)

It would make more sense for reader to be somewhat of a switch (I think all three are, to varying degrees though) while Spanner is predominantly the dom/top and Shoichi is more frequently a bottom depending on who’s involved; the possibilities are endless with these two though, and it’s quite easy to you to rile them up and convince them to set their work aside for a little bit of lovin hehe

Since Spanner and Shoichi are usually quite busy, it’s not too frequently that you find time for all three of you to even sleep together, so 1-1 action between any two of y’all has a slight edge over the (oh so needed) threesomes

But when y’all do have time to get down and dirty together, it’s intense; all that pent up energy from not being able to touch and kiss your two lovers really shows, and there is nothing quite like the mornings after a long night, where you’re quite tired from the previous activities, but you’re so warm and soft and happy with the way your limbs are all tangled, and you get to snooze as many times as your heart wishes with your partners since it’s a day off ahead of y’all

Spanner’s kind of a secret perv, tbh.. He definitely is the weirdo to suggest filming sexual encounters “for future reference” or to love the idea of typing either of you down (usually it’s you, depending on how busy you usually are with your job or whatever lol) and leaving a vibrator in while you try to suppress your moans. In a way, it gets him to finish his projects in a more timely manner (and take many needed breaks) when he pauses to check on his significant other(s) (and to deal with the growing erection in his pants)

Shoichi is probably the most vocal in the bedroom, he just can’t help it ! He’s very likely to be the partner that finds himself caught in the dom sandwich that is you and Spanner, what a lucky guy! He’ll just be sitting around in meetings or whatnot and have to catch himself because he’s reminiscing about the events of the previous evening…

Shoichi is completely at your mercy, Spanner’s calloused hands running up the sides of his torso, under his t-shirt, massaging and squeezing at his soft flesh. He’s busied himself with that and nipping and kissing at his sensitive collarbones, mumbling about how he needs to take a break from all that work he’s been doing. A break to soak in some attention from his pretty lovers. You would have a soft pillow under you as you kneel between Sho’s legs, eagerly undoing his belt and zipper to pull out his hardening cock. The both of you are quiet compared to the breathy whines and whimpers spilling from the redhead’s chapped lips. He can’t just bite down on his bottom lip to quiet the noises when Spanner turns his head to steal a deep kiss, swallowing all his needy moans. Shoichi’s knees would have buckled beneath him if the taller blonde man had not been holding him up from behind, while you had a firm grip on his thighs as you took him into your wet mouth, flattening your tongue and softly humming around him. The stimulation was almost too much for him, it always was so much more intense whenever the fun was between all three of you.

But his skin was starting to scald more than he could handle.

Before he could let the thoughts sink in he reached out, pulling the shower handle all the way to the opposite side. Cold water blasted him and he shuddered involuntarily. He turned away from the falling water, staring at the opposite wall for a moment. Goosebumps raised across his skin and he let out a heavy exhale.

Spanner reached behind him, turning the shower off entirely. He stood there for a few seconds, letting the cold water slip down his skin. He turned, reaching up and tugging the shower curtain back. He brought his hands to his hair, squeezing out as much water as he could before stepping out onto the bath mat.

He grabbed the clean purple towel off the corner of the counter, unfolding it and putting it over his head first. He dried his hair, then his body, tightly wrapping the towel around his waist. Spanner finally pulled open the bathroom door, quickly making his way down the hallway to his room.

Open door. Shut door.

He jumped.

"Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry. Kyoka told me I could wait in here."

His grip tightened on the towel, making sure it didn't fall any further than it already had around his hips. For a moment he stared at you staring at him, and suddenly he felt just as hot as he had in the shower only minutes ago.

"If-" he cleared his throat, "if you don't mind, could you at least pretend you aren't entrapped?"

"Huh?" You shook your head, but you only trailed your gaze up his torso. He hid a lot under that jacket of his. Spanner didn't make a point of letting people see him without it. "Right, yeah." You looked away and he bit back a snarky comment.

Spanner went to his dresser, pulling open one of the drawers.

"So what's with Kyoka sending me in here if you aren't uh, decent."

"She thinks we have a 'thing'." He pulled his boxers and socks out then slammed that drawer shut, opening the one beneath it.

"'A thing'?"

He rolled his eyes as he pulled out his pants. "Yeah, a thing."

"As if."

You scoffed and he spared a glance over his shoulder, relieved you were facing away from him. "'As if'? Rich coming from you." He went to his closet for his button up, but made a point to push himself into it as far as he could to actually get dressed.

He tried to be somewhat subtle about getting his boxers on under his towel, only dropping it when he was somewhat covered. "Bet those are purple too, huh?" Spanner watched as you leaned back on his bed, confirming your suspicions before looking away again.

"Is this you making a move? You're fucking awful at it."

"As if," you repeated, much to the alchemist's pure annoyance.

Spanner threw his towel at you, though it missed by a long shot, the damp fabric falling somewhere on the other side of the bed. He bent down, pulling his socks on. NOT purple, he made a mental point to himself. Just black.

"I always wondered, do you own multiples of that one tie or just the one you wear all the time?"

"Is there a reason you're here?"

He lifted his head as he stepped into his pants, then tugged them up. You gave him a noncommittal shrug, and that also seemed to annoy him. He zipped up then buttoned his dress pants. He reached up, grabbing a hanger with one of his shirts.

But he didn't put it on immediately, tossing it on the bed as he passed by to the foot. Still shirtless you were met with his bare chest, and the multiple moles that littered his skin. Spanner leaned forward, one hand on the mattress beside you. His face was inches from yours now, eyebrows knitted together, wet hair clinging to his face.

Spanner wondered if he was imagining you heating up from the proximity, but he chose to believe he had some effect. "Gonna keep this up?" He questioned with a tone as stern and annoyed as he could muster in the unbelievable scenario he found himself in.

You stammered, looking away from his piercing gaze and the very visible mole on his chest just under his collarbone. With his free hand, Spanner grabbed your jaw, making you look at him. His eyebrows rose as if to challenge you, waiting for some sort of response.

But you put your hand on his chest, warm, heart beating beneath your palm. Then you pushed him away.