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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dabi who has no concept of having loving sex until he meets you
tw/cw: smut, afab!reader, soft dom!dabi, mentions of bdsm, one allusion to prostitution (not reader)
wc: 0.6k
a/n: thought i’d always be too embarrassed to write anything sexually explicit and i AM 🤧
dabi who’s always gotten off to watching sadistic, hardcore bdsm porn and is completely unfamiliar with the concept of sex that means something. i know there’s a whole debate on whether or not he’s a virgin but in my head he’s had his fair share of hook ups with random people he’s met in sketchy places, maybe even coughed up some money during times he was especially horny, pent up and desperate.
and then he meets you and suddenly his dick doesn’t twitch at the sight or even the thought of his hand wrapped around your throat or his belt keeping your hands tied up behind your back? it confuses him because he knows he’s attracted to you, so why isn’t his body reacting the way it’s supposed to? you notice his dilemma, and his definition of fucking hasn’t exactly been doing it for you either. it was alright the first few times, when the sexual tension was at an all time high and you were eager to have him in any way you could; but now you just feel empty, even when he’s balls deep inside you.
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Y'ALL!! I want to put you on some ✨self care✨ [read: things that you should probably just be doing all the time] that I've been doing for the past week that has made me feel so much better:
Go to bed early! Get up early! I am not a morning person by any definition, but going to bed between even 10:30 and 12, and getting up between 6:30 and 8?? *chef's kiss*
Take care of your teeth, I'm serious. I never used to floss (yeah, gross, whatever) or use mouthwash but HOMIES I FEEL AMAZING NOW
Clean your room for goodness sake. It's a pigsty. Do I need to be your mother??
Get some exercise, however you like it. I have a cruiser (think longboard meets skateboard, if you don't already know what it is) and I'm not very good at it, but just getting out there and riding it gives me some joy! And it's good exercise!
Do you have any deadlines to meet? Why haven't you finished that Thing yet? Stop putting it off, my guy.
Similarly, will you REALLY wash those dishes later? Probably not. Just do it now.
Drink more tea!! Seriously, it helps with everything. Bonus if you can sit and JUST drink it. Don't go on social media, don't read, don't watch TV. Just relax for 10 minutes with yourself.
See a friend! How long has it been since you last talked to your best friend? Mine lives halfway across the country, but a facetime call with her always makes me happier.
Do a comfort thing. Reread your favorite book, watch a movie or TV show you've already seen like 4 times, sing/listen to a favorite song, etc. Do something about which you know the outcome.
Make yourself a healthy meal. Keyword: healthy. Browse Pinterest for something that looks good and make it! Or make something up!
That's all I can think of for now. Maybe I'll think of some more later and reblog with those. Feel free to add to this! I'd love to hear any other ideas!
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↠ Requested By: The Thirst™ ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: HELLA NSFW ((MINORS, BE GONE!! *Suga side chop’s you into the abyss*)) ↠ Chronology: Post time skip ↠ CWs/TWs: Any applicable warnings can be found before their respective section, tho I’ll throw in a general warning for my particular brand of wordy fuckery as well as extreme amounts of thirst for one Asahi Azumane. ↠ Betas? Where they do that at?? ↠ Total WC: 17.3k~ ((sorry, not sorry lmfaooo))
…pls, sir, I’m begging you—unchain my gd heart, you’re not even REAL I cannot be down this bad for a 2D anime man, please…
Let me love you, Mister Azumane…
Here by popular demand—and by that I mean that both myself and @screamin-abt-haikyuu really needed this to be a thing that I wrote lmfao… ((Also sorry that it took me so long, girlie! I don’t even have an excuse, I just suck lmao))
Anyways!
Ngl, this is just me being horny on main thirsting over my softest 2D husband for 17k+ words, so that’s a thing. Other than that there isn’t much else to it, as this is p. much what it says on the tin.
To all my fellow Asahi fuckers: come and be fed.
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i loathe all men in engineering but women in engineering are so insanely attractive to me
i will always say (vintage) americana coquette is not complete without examples of black women thats pure americana and femininity right there
you can literally see where lanas early influences are 😭 (along with chicanas cannot forget them)
He confesses to you with a letter.
The letter was something you weren’t really ever expecting and it took you three times to read over it to fully process what it was. What he was saying.
For a moment you wondered why he just didn’t call you, or tell you how he felt in person, but then again a writing you a letter seemed like something he’d do.
It was simple, not too long; about one page of neatly written words that held so much more meaning in them than any other letter you’ve read before.
With each and every word you read your heart beat quickened until your heart was practically jumping out of your chest.
What he’d written wasn’t completely out of the blue, the connection between you was strong and something more special than you’d felt with anyone in a long time. But still you found yourself more shocked at the confession.
What stuck in your head the most was the very last line.
‘”I’ll wait for you, love. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here.”
When you can finally think clearly again you waste no time in calling him, hands trembling as you find his contact.
“Hello?”
“I don’t want you to wait.” You words are more rushed than you’d like them to be, barely giving him time to answer before you cut him off.
“What?” You can hear the confusion lacing his voice when he speaks again. “Wait-”
“I got your letter.” You say almost breathlessly heart still pounding in your chest.
“Oh, you did?” He’s quiet for a moment and you can practically hear him tense through the phone. “And?”
“And I think you should come over.”
Your response is quieter than everything you’ve said before and for some reason you feel nervous, like you aren’t holding his literal confession in your hands.
“Want me to leave right now?”
“Yes, if you can I mean.” You stop yourself taking a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t think I can wait long enough for you to get my letter saying the same thing.”
“Okay, I’ll be over soon.” Just like that the uncertainty in his voice was replaced by an audible smile, one you couldn’t wait to see.
AKAASHI, asahi, KITA, semi, ennoshita, sugawara
please don’t be mean to me i will literally be on my deathbed replaying it in my head asking myself why i’m such a unique annoyance to society
Baby megumi 😮💨
I'm really just smitten with baby megumi, and I know his papa is, too. he was probably born with a head of thick, black hair; downy soft with that smidgen of baby curl, a lock of which his mother presses between the pages of his baby book upon his first haircut. he's got bright, wondrous eyes that take in his world as if it's not the first time he's been here; he's got an air of bemused intelligence, keen and sharp and yet completely jaded in an old soul kind of way. he doesn't cry much. he's a good natured baby with a genuine smile that lights up his cherub face when his momma tickles his feet, and he sleeps through the night like a pro from a very young age. he plays with his hands a lot, the way babies do. focused on his tiny fists and the way his fingers unfurl and seem to get stuck in his mouth when he puts them in there. he's more likely to get upset when there's too much noise or other commotion. his favorite place to hang out is in the safety of his papa's arms.
he hits a lot of his milestones early- sitting up, walking, eating solid foods. it takes him a little longer than average to talk, but when he does, he's stringing together simple sentences and you have no doubt that he understands what the adults around him are saying.
This too shall pass but like holy fuck