I Love Being The Exception In All My Self Ships.

Paris lesbian club, 1934

At the end of your final year in high school, you realize that falling in love with Asahi Azumane will be just about the easiest thing you will ever do.

He’s the sweetest boy you have ever met. Rushes to open doors, always offers to pay, and listens so intently when you speak, as if the words that left your lips were the most important thing he’d ever hear. 

He scares you because of this. You’re not used to genuine nice boys, surely not used to them being interested in you; you’ve had your fair share of players and heartbreak which made you think this was the price of falling in love.

“Why are you so nice to me?” you ask him.

He’s driving you home, it’s late at night and he’s so startled by the question he makes his turn a little wider than usual. He almost laughs and you don’t remember exactly what he answers. But it was something, along the lines of why would I be anything else?

Asahi scares you. More than spiders, more than heights, more death, more than anything, this boy scares you. Because you realize you like his laugh more than you do your own. That you'll say just about anything to get him to smile. That no matter if it’s ten minutes or five hours you’ve spent with him you’ll always want more. Asahi scares you. Because falling in love with Asahi is the easiest thing you will ever do. And by the time you realize, it already happened, you don't even mind

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based on my irl crush...feelings are gross

Asahi was honestly very hesitant when it first came to physical affection when you both started the relationship during the first few dates to the talking stage even after six to seven months he was very nervous

Not to mention Asahi was very sensitive to compliments directed towards you. He was never use to this. Someone being generally happy to be in a romantic relationship with him

I think this was because he has this reputation of being a massive delinquent but in reality he was an introverted straight A student that aspired to be a local fashion designer and own a little local boutique for everyone no matter age size or color could enjoy but is was hard to do it because everyone assumed he was just going to fall off the latter and be a drug/mafia lord.

Asahi had a single relationship before you. This person lied and emotionally abused him along with constant cheating that he knew of. luckily the Volleyball team helped him through it. That was in his second year of high school and once he was able to go to his dream college only in his second semester of his first year he built up the courage to ask out you the (whatever your major is) student.

These trust issues and bad habits broke as soon as your eight months hit you two went out to celebrate at a board walk playing games and eating. Until is guy came up to you and started hitting on you. You were extremely uncomfortable so as soon as he came in range after getting you both desert he was furious he quickly placed the food down at the table and stormed over. Placing his large hand at the small of your back while holding this territorial glare that would even frighten off Ushijima

This caused the man to literally fall and run away. You were then bombarded with affectionate words, affirmations and lingering touches from then on.

You made him realize that you can’t be afraid of the undeniable so with you by his side he became confident and pride himself in his looks causing him to also become a model and made his fashion line well known worldwide…

୨♡୧ THE MAN WHO HUNG THE MOON — sakusa kiyoomi x reader. sfw. fluff. dad!sakusa.

the sound of sleepy giggles from down the hall makes a smile tug at the corner of your lips. as you pick up the toys scattered about the living room, you picture the scene; your daughter comfy under her blanket and sakusa squeezed into the toddler bed beside her with a book of her choice in his hands. he’s probably changing his voice with each character just the way she likes, tickling her tummy every time she laughs so that the joyous sound is prolonged. little moments like these, ones that warrant you a glimpse into their daddy-daughter time never fail to make your heart swell.

the noise from the back dies down a few minutes later and the quiet click of a door closing tells you that your husband has finished putting the girl to bed. you’re almost finished cleaning up the toys left behind in the living when sakusa wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. he doesn’t give you time to savor the feel of him before he’s gone, leaning down to aid you in tidying up.

you shoot him a petulant look that he can’t see as you reach down to pick up the doll by your feet. you have every intention of tossing it in the bin with the rest of your daughter’s things but before you can, you realize that you don’t recognize it. your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you meet sakusa at the toy bin. “when did you get her this?”

“a few days ago,” he replies upon seeing it. in all honesty, he had meant to put the doll away before you returned home. now that the cat is out of the bag, he might as well be entirely transparent. “and i actually got it for me.”

“like, got it for you so the two of you could play together?” you eye him curiously with your question. you’re sure that’s what he meant but, without context, the statement produces an entertaining image in your head of the man playing with toys even in the absence of your daughter.

“not really,” sakusa admits, and he can see a sparkle of interest swimming in your gaze. the real reasoning behind the purchase is nothing to be embarrassed about but he still hesitates to spit it out. he’d hoped that you would see the result before you could ask about the process.

“sakura told me she likes the way you put her hair in two braids so i bought the doll to practice.” he turns the doll in your hands so that you can see what he’s taken away from the youtube tutorials in the past few days. it’s a lot better than his first attempt but sakusa thinks he could use a few more sessions to hone the skill before surprising sakura with the style.

you survey his work on the synthetic hair. it’s not bad by any means. the braids are a little loose, but you can clearly see all of the effort he’s put in. you glance up to meet his onyx gaze and offer him a smile. “you’re cute. but why didn’t you just ask me? i would have been more than happy to teach you.”

the thought had passed sakusa’s mind when the girl had first told him that she preferred the way you did her hair but he had convinced himself that the task was something he could easily do on his own. it’s not that he feels like he’s above asking for help, though, he does feel like you’re busy enough with work of your own. the last thing he wanted to do was worry you with this—something he should be entirely capable of.

“you already have so much on your plate, i thought i could take care of this on my own.” sakusa takes the doll from your hands and places it with the rest of the toys in the wooden chest before closing it. 

it’s hard to believe that this is the same man that expressed doubts about whether or not he’d be a good dad before your daughter arrived. every day since then, he’s proven that his anxieties about being a parent were misplaced. sakura looks at him with stars in her eyes, like he’s the very person that hung the moon—a lot like you’re looking at him now.

you interlace your fingers with his slim ones, giving his hands a comforting squeeze as you boost yourself up on the tips of your toes to press your lips against his in a soft kiss. his breath is minty, likely from brushing his teeth with sakura not too long ago. you pull away with a smile, bumping the tip of your nose against his before returning to your normal height. “she’s going to love when you do her hair.”

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the leaves are going orange….? babe put on when harry met sally right this minute

"The Mute Button" Short Modern!Mizu Smut Imagine

When Taigen once called when she was strap balls deep, instead of ignoring it she actually answered. You look over your shoulder in absolute disbelief and this woman has the audacity to hold her finger to her mouth to silence you.

You’re about to pull yourself off and lay into her about it when she claps a hand over your mouth. Hitting the “mute” button on her end, she starts pistoning her hips at a brutal pace. She winces when you bite down on her fingers with a muffled scream, shoving her hand harder against your mouth to quiet your noises.

She unmutes herself. “Uh huh, yeah,” the barest hint of breathlessness is in her bored voice as she slows her thrusts to deep, grinding rolls up against that spot that has your fingernails trying to gouge her wrists as your sight goes blurry. She keeps to a pattern of jackhammering like a demon when Taigen is speaking into her ear, deadly silent, then slowing to a leisure pace when she has to talk.

On and on and on until she feels you tense underneath her, and she leans down over you. She pumps her hips in rapid little thrusts to push you through your spasming orgasm until you whine in protest behind her hand and go boneless onto the mattress.

“Whatever. Just don’t fuck it up until I get there tomorrow,” she grunts when you jab your elbow back into her ribs in retaliation.

She hangs up, tossing her phone beside your hip.

Snatching your hair in one fist, she yanks it up hard to expose the back of your neck and sink her teeth in until it stings and you’re trying to rip her hair to get her off.

“Brat.”

She licks at the indention marks of her teeth in your skin.

“Demon.”

“Ooo, so mean.” She slaps your thigh, “Spread your legs. Round two.” She takes the hair tie around her wrist and pulls her sweaty hair up into a high bun.

“Oh, now you have the fucking time? Go fuck Taig-mmng!“ you spasm as she pulls out, only to plunge two of her fingers in before you can breathe.

“He doesn’t quite scream as pretty as you,” she snorts.

stay

tsukishima kei x reader

warnings: afab! reader, mentions of unprotected sex, unclear relationship between reader and tsukki, kei is bad at feelings

you hear tsukishima shuffling in the bathroom as you lay on his bed.

looking up at his ceiling, you try to figure him out: is he the kind of guy who’ll kick a girl out after he sleeps with her? will he let you stay? should you get dressed and make a run for it while he’s busy?

instead, you stay where you are, only choosing to drape your arm over your face, the crook of your elbow resting over your eyes. you close them. you’ll leave it up to him to decide what he wants to do with you.

would he walk you home if he kicked you out?

eyes still closed, you hear him come back into the room. you brace yourself for rejection and the eventual walk of shame.

the bed dips as he kneels on it, inching closer to you.

you feel him tap the side of your naked thigh, “open your legs,” he says

you do so, choosing not to remove your arm from covering your face until you feel him clean the mess in between your thighs with a damp hand towel. you guess it’s the least he could do before kicking you out— given that most of the mess is his.

he sighs once he’s finished, discarding the rag, eyes still not meeting yours as he makes his way to the dresser across the room.

“you…” he drags the question out as he rummages through the top drawer.

“want a shirt?”

you hum, and he throws it over to you.

he’s pacing the room again, picking up the various clothing items you were each wearing before the night’s encounter.

you see him fold your pants, the shirt you were wearing, and your bra. he picks up your panties and finally, shyly, meets your gaze, cheeks coloring.

he throws these at you, too. you to put them on.

he’s back to his drawers, pulling out a clean pair of sweatpants for himself. the waistband rests low on his waist as he finally, finally, comes back to bed.

“umm,”

you take this as your cue to leave, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed, searching his room for your phone, your keys, your wallet.

“i tend to run pretty cold at night,” he begins, clearing his throat, “do you want an extra blanket incase-

“are you leaving?”

he cuts himself off when he realizes you’re collecting your belongings, your pants already in hand, waiting for you to put them on.

you feel like a deer caught in headlights. your mouth falling open into a soundless oh.

“you want me to stay?” you ask him, unsure

immediately, tsukishima gets defensive, closing himself off, “i mean, no one’s forcing you to.”

he looks away, and you feel like hitting yourself with a hammer repeatedly.

“text me when you get home.” is all he says, still not meeting your eyes.

“tsukki-”

“what.” his tone is harsh. he’s furiously picking at the skin around his cuticles.

“i-i want to stay,” you tell him, nearing him where he is sitting on the edge of his bed. while he still pretends to be upset, he’s readily parting his legs for you to nestle in between them, burrowing his head in your stomach as you stand in front of him, your fingers immediately moving to scratch his scalp the way he likes. his hands gently cup your ass, bringing you closer.

tsukishima breathes in the scent of you and him mixed together through his shirt. you’re good to him. too good sometimes.

the truth is he wants you to stay in his bed (and his heart, and his life) forever.

“call me kei,” he tells you finally, softly, “s’the least you can do after asking me to cum inside you.”

“kei,” you say, smile on your lips, savoring the syllable, “can you get me an extra blanket?”

he huffs, pulling you down to lay beside him, “you won’t need one after i’m done with you.”

ugh i need to drink with post-graduate suga i just know it would fix me >_>

tired of being tired