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Dick Grayson x GN!Reader in: The Curious Case of the Lovers in the Library

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|| Ao3 Version ((link pending)) | F!Reader version ||

|| Dick’s Tag | Batboys M.list | Batboys Tag | Personal Blog ||

|| The sequel: The Penalty Round ((V. spicy, 18+ only)) || || F!Reader (Ao3) | GN!Reader (Ao3) | M!Reader (Ao3) ||

↠ Requested By: No one, twas a gift to a friend ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW ((but my blog’s 18+ so minors need to shoo)) ↠ CWs/TWs: None ↠ Prompt: “They’re hiding behind the sofa.” ↠ Total WC: 1.9k~

“Hm, well I suppose you could hide here. Behind the sofa,” he clarifies, patting the ornate cushioning that currently cradles him for further emphasis when you give him a confused look. Your confusion, however, soon gives way to an arch sort of glee that he frankly finds unacceptable as you coo out some nonsense about him being ‘sweet’. His eyes narrow dangerously at your tone. “Do not make that face at me, ____, I am not ‘sweet’. Know that I do this for myself, not you. The most expedient way to regain even a fraction of my peace is to humor you, and even knowing that this offer is still being made against my better judgement.” “Aww, and here I was thinking you had a heart,” you say on a sigh. This, as well as your accompanying pout, is met with a distinct lack of amusement. “Do you intend on standing there making quips until you are discovered, or will you take me up on my extremely generous offer. An offer whose expiration is steadily creeping closer, mind you.”

↠ When you and your lover decide to play an extreme version of hide and seek shenanigans ensue. Damian, unsurprisingly, is not impressed.

Here’s the long overdue gender neutral version of the og fill! Said fill can be found on my personal blog, and while I contemplated putting the GN versions on there too, I figured this was a good way to direct eyes to my writing blog since I’ve basically been MIA for the whole of the year.

It should also be said that there won’t be any M!Reader options this time around as the entry for this collection could’ve been GN from the start. In truth I would make the whole collection purely GN, but since these were initially written for a lady-type friend I feel it would be wrong to scrap the F!Reader version entirely. That said, there’re literally no major changes to the story aside from pronouns, so I do not see the point in further differentiation. However, if enough people request it I can make an M!Reader version, but again, all it’ll do is turn she/they to he/him.

Also, also—it’s gonna be a bit before this goes up on Ao3 as I’m still trying to figure out how I want to format things over there.

|| The Curious Case of the Lovers in the Library

Damian looks up from the book he’s been reading with an arched brow. Under normal circumstances seeing a civilian panting and frantic would give rise to his protective instincts, but the flush to your cheeks is a warm one and the glint in your eyes amused, if a bit pleading. It takes you far longer than it should to notice him and the Great Dane at his feet, but to your credit you do not allow your shock to register over much.

“I can only assume that you and Grayson are playing at yet another inane game?” he asks as he marks his page with a finger.

Your responding nod is a bit absent as your eyes dart about the breadth of the library. “Yeah. Hide and seek, extreme edition.”

“And what, pray tell, makes it ‘extreme’?”

“The uhhh… penalty round…”

You fluster visibly as you utter the words. He does not inquire further.

Though large, the room offers little in the way of concealment. The heavy velvet curtains are too obvious a spot while the statues are too narrow to hide anything from even the most cursory of glances; likewise the bookcases are hardly a viable option given their positioning and spacing, and the overly high legs of the oversized furniture render the pieces just as ineffective for your purposes. He points all of this out to you with a bland aplomb that leaves you huffing out your frustrations.

“Well that’s just great,” you mutter as you continue to search for harbor in vain. “I didn’t see him, or hear him, for that matter–”

“As well you shouldn’t,” the boy sniffs. While he may not possess the former assassin’s level of skill, Richard still spent the better part of his childhood and adult years under Father’s tutelage—if you actually had been able to detect him he’d be greatly remiss.

“Yeah, yeah—you’re all living shadows, I get it,” you continue on with a roll of your eyes. “What I’m trying to say is, even though I couldn’t sense him I know he was right on my ass, Dames. There’s no getting out of this room without getting caught, and I’m really not trying to lose this thing.”

Though he is thoroughly convinced that your competitive streak is going to get you in trouble someday he cannot help but to find it a bit winsome. Not that he’d ever tell you that. No, instead he chooses to offer you the help that you desperately need—an unexpected concession, but apparently he’s feeling generous this afternoon.

“Hm, well I suppose you could hide here. Behind the sofa,” he clarifies, patting the ornate cushioning that currently cradles him for further emphasis when you give him a confused look. Your confusion, however, soon gives way to an arch sort of glee that he frankly finds unacceptable as you coo out some nonsense about him being ‘sweet’.

His eyes narrow dangerously at your tone. “Do not make that face at me, ____, I am not ‘sweet’. Know that I do this for myself, not you. The most expedient way to regain even a fraction of my peace is to humor you, and even knowing that this offer is still being made against my better judgement.”

“Aww, and here I was thinking you had a heart,” you say on a sigh. This, as well as your accompanying pout, is met with a distinct lack of amusement.

“Do you intend on standing there making quips until you are discovered, or will you take me up on my extremely generous offer. An offer whose expiration is steadily creeping closer, mind you.”

He has barely finished the final sentence before you’re diving behind the sofa with a flurry of no’s followed by hasty word of thanks. The sudden movement is enough to pull his companion from his slumber. Startled, Titus’ woofs loudly as his head whips from you to his master and back again, and it’s only his familiarity with you that keeps him from doing more. A few good scratches behind his pointed ears from the boy is enough to see him calmed, though your continued maneuvering does have him sniffing at you with a weary sort of curiosity. When you finally settle down behind him he too relaxes in full, allowing sleep to once again claim him with a swiftness that only the most trusting of creatures can manage.

It takes well over twenty seconds after that for your breaths to even out into something less obvious than the laughter-laced huffs they start out as—hardly an acceptable showing, but to be expected given the circumstances, the vigilante supposes. In yet another uncharacteristic display of unspoken solidarity he in turn syncs his own breathing with yours, thusly lowering your chances of detection by at least another twenty percent or so.

The space returns to the peaceful lull it had been in prior to your entry, though this isn’t to last—can never last when the humanoid Labrador that is his brother is around. The eldest Wayne child bounds though the door with a shout of your name followed by a breathless laugh. Damian can only assume that said breathlessness is due to the joy that he always seems to exude when he so much as thinks of you and not because of any legitimate strain on his part.

“That was pretty sneaky, babe,” he continues on as he steps more fully into the space, “using the hidden passages like that. But now you’ve cornered yourse– Oh! Heya, Dami.”

“It took you approximately twelve seconds to notice my presence, Grayson. Had I been an assassin out for your head you would already be dead.”

“Then I guess it’s good for me that you’re outta the game, huh?”

“Indeed.”

Richard chuckles a bit at that, his fingers flexing as if they long to ruffle the loose wave of his little brother’s hair, though both distance and a rather pointed glare keeps him from doing so. Still, the energy that ever courses through his veins demands movement and so he rises onto the balls of his feet and bounces in place a few times—eyes casually scanning the whole of the room all the while—before he rounds on Damian with a beaming smile.

“Catching up on your reading, huh? What’re you– Ah, a le Carré, eh? Wouldn’t be my first choice to unwind with, but ya like what ya like,” he concedes with a shrug. “I’m just glad to see you actually relaxing for once.”

The younger male finds himself bristling at the statement, just a bit, but a voice that sounds a lot like Pennyworth’s reminds him that not every comment is bait to be risen to. Still, “I take exception to your inference, Grayson—I relax when I deem it to be necessary.”

“Yeah, I know you do, littlest of bros. I just wish that you ‘deemed it to be necessary’ more often. You’re only young once, yanno? You gotta use that free pass for stupidity while ya still got it.”

“If you lot are anything to go by it shall not be expiring for a long while yet.”

Richard’s grin is impish from where he’s currently scrambling up the side of one of the bookcases. “Well, you ain’t wrong…”

Though he can assume his brother’s ultimate goal, the way he’s going about finding you leaves Damian utterly confused. Does he really think you to be atop the thing? Or is he simply trying to gain the advantage via a more advantageous vantage point? In any event he decides to use his genuine confusion to his personal benefit when he inquires as to just what it is that Richard is doing.

“Huh? Oh, I’m just looking for my darling lil partner,” he replies as he descends to the floor once more in a controlled fall. “They uhh, they wouldn’t happen to be in here, would they?”

“Please refrain from involving me in your childish games, Grayson.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna take that as a ‘yes’.”

Hating the idea of anyone being able to read him so easily the boy is quick to bury his face in the pages of his book once again with a dismissive click of his tongue. Though his eyes remain glued to the lines of print before him, his focus is zeroed in on Grayson’s every movement, but even with his sensory intake being reduced to what he can glean from auditory stimuli and his peripheral vision this is hardly a feat. The man bounces around from window to window whipping back curtains with equal amounts of flair and abandon; an overly dramatic “Are theyyyy… here!” accompanies every flap of fabric, much to his brother’s annoyance and his partner’s growing amusement.

Keep it together, Damian silently pleads when a particularly loud giggle escapes from the confines of your hiding spot. Grayson is in the middle of yet another exclamation so it more than likely goes unheard, but his younger coughs and clears his throat anyhow. His eyes immediately pinch in contemplation as he wonders why he feels the need to cover for you, it’s not as if he stands to gain anything from aiding you—in fact he would be better off if you were found sooner. A swifter detection means a swifter return to the quiet he so craves.

He isn’t quite sure how he has managed to become so heavily invested in your victory, but a brief bit of introspection has him writing it off to the quite charm that you wield seemingly without thought or effort. Sure, you have the capacity to annoy him to no end, but there is no denying that there is something magnetizing about you. What’s more, you’re one of the kindest people he has ever had the privilege of knowing despite life giving you ample reasons not to be. It’s so easy to see exactly what it is that draws Richard’s bleeding heart to the tenderness of your own. Though he may have made some questionable decisions with his previous romantic partners, Damian is sure that what the two of you have is made to endure.

Of course he gives voice to none of this, choosing instead to level his brother with a disgruntled look. “If you’re quite finished kicking up several weeks’ worth of dust…?”

“Alright, alright,” said with hands raised in concession. “Enjoy your book, baby feathers, I’m out.”

Though the use of the infuriatingly infantile nickname leaves Damian seriously contemplating testing his brother’s reflexes via a launched international spy thriller, he abstains if only to keep eyes off of him. With your impending (and shared) victory so close at hand, a vicious little smile plays along the corners of his mouth. Your pursuer is nearly out the door, just a few more feet and he’ll have retreated into the hall once more–

Pfft-hah!

Why?? he silently laments. There’s no reason for the sudden burst of mirth that he can see. Grayson was leaving, you had won.

Even muffled there is no denying the distinct cadence of your laugh and your lover’s eyes narrow as he looks towards the sound’s source. “They’re hiding behind the sofa.”

His statement brokers no response, but that does not mean that he will not receive one.

“No.”

Giggle-snort.

…Damn.

“Ha! I knew it!”

Well, Damian muses as he watches his brother toss the giggling mess of a human over his shoulder, it cannot be said that I did not try…

A/n: Not me losing every round of hide and seek I’ve ever played because I am a giggly bitch lmao. Anyways! Looking back over this now I realize that this touches on the relationship between Reader and Damian more than it does ReaderxDick, but whatever, it’s fine lmao…

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Dick Grayson x F!Reader in: The Penalty Round

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|| GN!Reader | M!Reader | Ao3 Version ||

|| Dick’s Tag | Batboys M.list | Batboys Tag | Personal Blog ||

|| The SFW prequel: The Curious Case of the Lovers in the Library || || F!Reader (Ao3) || GN!Reader (Ao3) || ((some links pending))

↠ Requested By: The ~heaux~ in me ↠ Reader Gender: Female ↠ Content Type: NSFW af ((make no mistakes, I will 100% fight a kid if I see them on this post)) ↠ CWs/TWs: There’s nothing too out there, but still make sure to peep the in story note for the deets. ↠ If you’re looking for a beta-ed work you have come to the wrong place, my friend lol. ↠ Total WC: 3k~

“‘And the loser will be completely at the mercy of the winner.’ Those were your exact words, baby, don’t you remember?” His eyes are bright with an impish sort of glee as he pulls back to take in your replying expression—the needy glint in your gaze, the alluring way your lip sits trapped between the pearl of your teeth, the ragged breaths that leave your chest heaving… “Oh yes, that is definitely a look,” he comments, a harsh exhale punctuating his words. “And a damn good one too…” You could certainly say the same about him. His amusement has been slowly draining away as he continues to regard you until all that is left behind his something darker, hungrier…

↠ Who says you can’t win for losing?

This brief bit of spiciness with my second favorite Bat is brought to you by The Thirst™ lol. I’m trying to get back into the swing of things, so if this is just “meh”/anything seems off blame that…

|| The Penalty Round

💦 Tags: Reader uses she/her pronouns | Reader has female anatomy | Pre-established relationship | Dick’s waistline being problematic | ((said problem is that my legs are not currently wrapped around it #madaboutit)) | ((why is it like that, if not for us to grab, huh? HUH??!)) | A v. brief mention of cum eating (Reader) | Oral (Reader giving) that leads into throat fucking (kinda rough, but not too much) | OP’s Dick’s praise kink is showing | Which means there’s lots of pet names (good girl, baby, honey, etc.; Reader receiving) | Reader gets that good oral-handy combo | Unprotected sex (remember to be safe IRL, so on and so forth) | Vaginal sex (more specifically a mating press, Reader receiving) | Knowing me there’re probably some v. light dom/sub undertones | ((that wasn’t necessarily my intent, but it is kinda my brand lmao)) | And finally a bit of afterglow‘n’cuddles before falling asleep in Dick’s arms because that is the Good Shit™

“Ready to settle up, love?”

The question is posed over the muted sound of Dick depositing you onto his bed. His preference for a softer, cushier mattress doesn’t allow for you to bounce, but rather you sink into its plushness with a giggle. Any answer you might have given is lost under another peal of mirth as he follows you down with a laugh of his own. Long limbs cage you in as he settles the perfect amount of weight onto you and the feeling grounds you even as the drag of his lips over your pulse point has you arching into his touch. Kisses tease themselves up the length of your neck and across the breadth of your face; he’s thorough, covering every spot readily available to him while simultaneously avoiding the pout of your lips. It doesn’t take long for you to voice your displeasure, but your breathy whines are only met with a playful chide.

“‘And the loser will be completely at the mercy of the winner.’ Those were your exact words, baby, don’t you remember?”

His eyes are bright with an impish sort of glee as he pulls back to take in your replying expression—the needy glint in your gaze, the alluring way your lip sits trapped between the pearl of your teeth, the ragged breaths that leave your chest heaving…

“Oh yes, that is definitely a look,” he comments, a harsh exhale punctuating his words. “And a damn good one too…”

You could certainly say the same about him. His amusement has been slowly draining away as he continues to regard you until all that is left behind his something darker, hungrier. The weight of his want has lidded a gaze that is more pupil than iris, with the vivid blue having been ceded ground like a freshly eclipsed sun. Altogether it’s a look that says he’s more than ready to devour you whole and with the way he’s got you feeling right now you’re beyond down. He knows this, of course, and it definitely shows. A smirk slowly creeps its way across the plush of his mouth as he rises up to his knees.

“But if you’re that eager to do something with those pretty lips of yours, well…”—his thumb drags across your bottom lip with a deliberate slowness, reveling in the slight bounce it gives when his touch moves to trail down your chin—“I guess I’ll just have to put them to work then.”

He reaches back to gather a fistful of his shirt before pulling it up and over his head. Though the movement is tantalizing in and of itself (the way his arms and stomach flex as he shrugs out of the clingy material has to be illegal, at least in a few states) what it leads to is undeniably better. You whimper at the sight of him—the sleek, but powerful musculature, its broadness tapering out into a taught waist that just begs to be held on to, be that under the curve of eager palms or trapped between equally willing thighs.

His hands are purposeful as they ghost their way over his frame, from the soft whorls of hair that cover his chest and beyond. The short, downy soft strands’ raven hue contrasts beautifully with the natural tan of his skin enticing your eyes to follow the trail down to the sharp V-cut of muscle and further still to the joggers that sit sinfully low on his hips. It’s here that his hands linger, just for a moment, just long enough to make you squirm with impatience. His fingers dance along the band a few times before he finally, finally hooks his thumbs in and pushes the material down. The move isn’t nearly as smooth as everything that has preceded it, can’t be when his ass is that damn fat, but at this point you’re too gone to care.

With that final barrier gone his cock sits proudly on display, curved deliciously and bobbing under its own weight. Your mouth goes dry as you take in the dark flush of it, the way precum pearls against its tip before spilling over into a trail that your tongue is desperate to follow. He’s already so hard and yet he somehow manages to get even harder as he takes himself in hand and begins to stroke. The play of his pretty fingers over his equally pretty dick is mesmerizing, so much so that you don’t even realize he’s moved until the tip is nearly touching your lips. Without any cognizant thought on your part your tongue darts out to catch his still dripping arousal before retreating back into your mouth so that you can properly savor your prize; as always the taste leaves you groaning and greedy for more, your lids fluttering as you swallow thickly. The needy (and thoroughly debauched) display has Dick chuckling darkly.

“Such a good, eager girl,” he coos as his free hand caresses your cheek.

He doesn’t even have to tell you to open up, not when your lips have already parted as wide as they can go, your tongue lolling out in anticipation. The sight leaves him cursing hotly under his breath as he guides his length into your waiting warmth. You both moan at that first contact, though the vibration of your pleasured mewl sees Dick’s devolving into a gritted out hiss; at the same time his hips stutter but he’s able to stop himself before he gags you. This kindness isn’t extended for much longer, however, as he’s quick to set up a pace that’s just this side of brutal.

With every forward push his cock goes that little bit further until he’s fully fucking your throat. The sound of your moan laced gags can just be heard over your man’s near continuous stream of curses and praise. Though the angle makes things a bit more perilous you brace yourself and let Dick take what he needs, what you’re all too willing to give.

“Look at the way you swallow me down,” he pants in a voice that sounds just as wrecked as you feel, “my good, perfect girl. So, so good, always so good…”

It’s clear that both of your brains have fuzzed over—his from the pleasure that has him damn near shuddering above you, and you from his very apparent approval. You work your tongue along the underside of his cock as much as you can wanting, needing, to make him feel even better, to draw more of those sweet words out of him which you most certainly do. The pair of you are trapped in this feedback loop of lust for only a few minutes more before Dick is pulling out fully with a half-choked growl. You only have enough time to take one lung filling breath before his lips are crashing into your own. The kiss is a raw, feral thing full of tongue and teeth and a desperation that has you tearing at one another’s clothes.

Once your bottoms are gone an impatient hand makes its way to your center and Dick lets out a breathy little curse at the sheer amount of wetness that greets him. “All this just from sucking cock, babe?” he asks on a chuckle as he coats his fingers in your slick, their pads tracing teasing circles around your entrance before sliding up to your clit. The jolt of pleasure that courses through you reduces your reply to a reedy cry of his name that trails off into a hiccuping moan, a thing that clearly suits your man just fine.

“I was ready to fuck you into the mattress,” he continues on in a tone far too casual, all things considered, “but hearing you sing so pretty for me makes me want to play with you a bit more, so I think I will…”

The fingers that had been working your pearl over so perfectly close around it in a pinch that has you arching sharply off of the bed with a hiss. The movement is cut short, however, by him once again settling himself over you. Though he starts with his head tucked in against the crook of your neck, the vigilante has always been a restless one. It doesn’t take long for him to cut a trail of hot, opened mouth kisses down the length of your body until he’s at level with your dripping pussy. A dreamy sounding sigh of “So pretty~” is all the warning you get before he’s diving in like a man starved.

You shudder at the feeling of his tongue dragging itself over your already sodden flesh, Dick’s name a ragged cry on your lips as your fingers curl in against his hair. He likewise shivers at the bite of your nails against his scalp, humming his approval all the while before pulling away just long enough to tell you—promise you—that he’s going to make you lose your mind. And he’s as good as his word. He doesn’t let up, his tongue laving and twirling against you in shifting patterns that leave your head spinning and your legs shaking. His hands are just as busy as one keeps your hip anchored while its opposite works in tandem with his talented mouth.

“You sound so. Fucking. Cute.” The declaration is made some long moments later when his need for oxygen finally outweighs his greed for your cunt. His voice is absolutely wrecked with his desire, though you can barely focus on the rasp of it when he’s punctuating those last few words with suckling nips against your thighs.

You whimper out his name in reply only for the appellation to scale up into an opened mouth gasp when he takes advantage of the mess he’s created between your legs to easily slip a finger into your tight hole. A second soon follows the first before he purposefully curls them against that spot. You jolt up against him as pleasure skitters across your body like lightning. Moans claw their way out of your throat as you grind shamelessly up into him, your arms winding around him somewhat awkwardly in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer.

“Mmm~ I think she likes that,” he chuckles darkly as he continues to massage your walls. “That’s right honey, keep rocking those hips for me—need to work you open, get you ready to take me…”

You’re too far gone to fully comprehend what he’s saying, with your mind only really being able to focus on the sinuous purr of it all. Lust has deepened his voice into something specifically designed to leave you fully under his spell, and enthralled as you are there’s no perceiving anything outside of you and him and the pleasure that’s drawing closer with each pump of those ridiculously long fingers. You rut against him with a desperation that would be embarrassing if Dick wasn’t just as gone. He doesn’t have it in him to tease you right now, not when he feeds on your pleasure and you’re so close to the edge. He murmurs your name before pulling away from you to watch you chase your bliss with a ravenous intent. His gaze darts over the length of you in an attempt to drink in every little detail as words that blur the line between praise and pleas are panted down at you. His movements grow more pointed as yours become more frantic, the crescendo building up-up-up until–

“Oh fuck babe. That’s right—give it to me.”

A sound that’s caught somewhere between a moan and a sob squeaks out of you as your body tenses before going lax under the weight of your release, but that’s hardly the end of things.

“Fuck,” Dick growls lowly, his body slinking down further still so that he can hook your legs over his shoulders. When he comes back up to level his eyes are consumed with want as he grinds himself against you. “____, baby, do you have any idea how goddamn delicious you look right now?”

You try to reply, you swear you do, but between the orgasmic haze that hasn’t even begun to fade and the feeling of his cock pressing hot and heavy against you, well… You figure you can be forgiven for whatever the fuck it is that actually comes out of your mouth—not that it would’ve been audible anyway when your man’s tongue is so tangled up with your own. He sucks down your mewls of pleasure only to feed you his own as he reaches down to take himself in hand. His cock, hot and sticky with your combined arousal, slaps against your pussy a few times in rapid succession before he pushes finally, finally pushes into you.

Dick finds his rhythm quickly, settling on something hard and fast enough to have jostled your body forwards with each thrust had his bulk not been there to hold you steady. There’s a certain frantic energy to the way he fucks you—as if he needs to be inside you like he needs his next breath, as if the few seconds he has to leave you on the backstroke are too long to bear. It makes the encounter desperate in a way that that you usually only ever experience when he’s had too close of a call on patrol. You feed off of this, into it, clawing at whatever bit of him you can reach though pinned as you are all you can really do is lie there and take it–

Well until a particularly good downwards thrust leaves his dick brushing up against your sweet spot. Your reaction is instantaneous, your walls clamping down on him with a vice-like grip that nearly sees him collapsing. His mouth parts around a moan that has you clenching up all over again as he catches himself on shaky arms just moments shy of crushing you.

“Fu-fuck… Fuck! That’s– It’s too damn good, babe. I-I’m already so close—you keep doing that and I’m not gonna last…”

There’s barely a sliver of sapphire to be found when he looks you over with wide, lust-blown eyes; said eyes cross just a bit when you bare down again, and when combined with the flush that sits high on his cheeks and the loose loll of his mouth he’s just one drool trail away from something straight out of the most obscene manga panels. The sight would’ve left you laughing if it weren’t for the way he rolls his hips into you in a deep grind.

You sigh his name as you urge him closer to you. From here you can feel the way his lips part under his pants, your breaths mingling as you tell him, beg him, to fall apart for you—“Please baby, want it. Want you to fill me up…”

“Yuh-yeah,” he starts, nodding wildly. “Yeah, I can do tha– Ah, shit! So fuckin’ tight… God, fuck—kiss me.”

He doesn’t give you time to comply, his lips already moving to crash into yours within the same breath. The kiss is sloppy and short lived, however, with Dick pulling away a few moments later to moan out your name as he redoubles his efforts. His strokes come fast and choppy as they lose their rhythm with each passing stroke until he’s abruptly stilling over your with a punched out sounding sigh and a shiver. The feeling of his release pouring into you is enough to push you over the cliff after him, his name on your lips as you give yourself over to ecstasy’s free fall.

The pair of your work your way through your orgasms with heaving chests, and in your case limbs that feel like jelly. As the euphoria begins to fade the mood easily slips over into something softer and more subdued. Dick, clearly still lost to his pleasure noses at your cheeks, pillow soft lips pressing sweet, lovesick nothings into the flushed skin there in between peppered kisses. The heart achingly tender display leaves your chest squeezing in the best of ways, and while you’d love nothing more than to bask in the afterglow of his affections for a long while yet your current positioning isn’t exactly the ideal setup in which to do so.

Your displeased little whine is all the hint your man needs and within the same moment your legs are being gently lowered onto the mattress. He flops onto his back right after, arching into a dramatic bow of a stretch—the sound that escapes him as he does so certainly makes you Feel Things, but you’re not trying to start something your already fucked out body most definitely cannot finish—before moving to curl himself around you. Insistent hands work to soothe away any aches you feel, starting with your hips, though he soon decides this can best be achieved by cradling you against his chest. Having been put through your paces you’re essentially dead weight, but that’s never been a hindrance before. Just one of the many perks of dating a man that moonlights as a vigilante, you muse with a silent laugh as he moves and settles you with ease.

You sigh contentedly as you allow yourself to sink more fully into his warmth, with any lingering tension that your muscles insist on trying to hold on to melting away under his care. Sleep has already started to blur the edges of your world, with the haze steadily creeping in to dull all of your senses until you fade out in full. You don’t register the slight shifting of your body or the soft glide of sheets that follows. The feeling of Dick pressing one last, lingering kiss against your temple is likewise a distant sensation, though his words are just able to slip underneath the fog–

“I love you, baby—always.”

–and that five word declaration, spoken with all the gravity of an indisputable truth, is the last thing you hear before you give yourself over the land of dreams.

© notepadsandtealeaves/TheViperQueen, 2023 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol…

#so i'm back. kinda lol. #dk when i'll update next but at least i'm writing again #anyways... #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x f!reader #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson smut #((Immy does fan fiction: the Batboys))

[notepadsandtealeaves]

Dick Grayson x M!Reader in: The Penalty Round

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| F!Reader | GN!Reader | Ao3 Version ||

|| Dick’s Tag | Batboys M.list | Batboys Tag | Personal Blog ||

|| The SFW prequel: The Curious Case of the Lovers in the Library || || F!Reader (Ao3) || GN!Reader (Ao3) || ((some links pending))

↠ Requested By: The ~heaux~ in me ↠ Reader Gender: Male ↠ Content Type: NSFW af ((make no mistakes, I will 100% fight a kid if I see them on this post)) ↠ CWs/TWs: There’s nothing too out there, but still make sure to peep the in story note for the deets. ↠ If you’re looking for a beta-ed work you have come to the wrong place, my friend lol. ↠ Total WC: ~3k

“‘And the loser will be completely at the mercy of the winner.’ Those were your exact words, baby, don’t you remember?” His eyes are bright with an impish sort of glee as he pulls back to take in your replying expression—the needy glint in your gaze, the alluring way your lip sits trapped between the pearl of your teeth, the ragged breaths that leave your chest heaving… “Oh yes, that is definitely a look,” he comments, a harsh exhale punctuating his words. “And a damn good one too…” You could certainly say the same about him. His amusement has been slowly draining away as he continues to regard you until all that is left behind his something darker, hungrier…

↠ Who says you can’t win for losing?

This brief bit of spiciness with my second favorite Bat is brought to you by The Thirst™ lol. I’m trying to get back into the swing of things, so if this is just “meh”/anything seems off blame that…

|| The Penalty Round

💦 Tags: Reader uses he/him pronouns | Reader has male anatomy | Pre-established relationship | Dick’s waistline being problematic | ((said problem is that my legs are not currently wrapped around it #madaboutit)) | ((why is it like that, if not for us to grab, huh? HUH??!)) | A v. brief mention of cum eating (Reader) | Oral (Reader giving) that leads into throat fucking (kinda rough, but not too much) | OP’s Dick’s praise kink is showing | Which means there’s lots of pet names (good boy, baby, honey, etc.; Reader receiving) | Reader gets that good oral-handy combo | Unprotected sex (remember to be safe IRL, so on and so forth) | Penetrative sex (more specifically a mating press, Reader receiving) | Knowing me there’re probably some v. light dom/sub undertones | ((that wasn’t necessarily my intent, but it is kinda my brand lmao)) | And finally a bit of afterglow‘n’cuddles before falling asleep in Dick’s arms because that is the Good Shit™

“Ready to settle up, love?”

The question is posed over the muted sound of Dick depositing you onto his bed. His preference for a softer, cushier mattress doesn’t allow for you to bounce, but rather you sink into its plushness with a giggle. Any answer you might have given is lost under another peal of mirth as he follows you down with a laugh of his own. Long limbs cage you in as he settles the perfect amount of weight onto you and the feeling grounds you even as the drag of his lips over your pulse point has you arching into his touch. Kisses tease themselves up the length of your neck and across the breadth of your face; he’s thorough, covering every spot readily available to him while simultaneously avoiding the pout of your lips. It doesn’t take long for you to voice your displeasure, but your breathy whines are only met with a playful chide.

“‘And the loser will be completely at the mercy of the winner.’ Those were your exact words, baby, don’t you remember?”

His eyes are bright with an impish sort of glee as he pulls back to take in your replying expression—the needy glint in your gaze, the alluring way your lip sits trapped between the pearl of your teeth, the ragged breaths that leave your chest heaving…

“Oh yes, that is definitely a look,” he comments, a harsh exhale punctuating his words. “And a damn good one too…”

You could certainly say the same about him. His amusement has been slowly draining away as he continues to regard you until all that is left behind his something darker, hungrier. The weight of his want has lidded a gaze that is more pupil than iris, with the vivid blue having been ceded ground like a freshly eclipsed sun. Altogether it’s a look that says he’s more than ready to devour you whole and with the way he’s got you feeling right now you’re beyond down. He knows this, of course, and it definitely shows. A smirk slowly creeps its way across the plush of his mouth as he rises up to his knees.

“But if you’re that eager to do something with those pretty lips of yours, well…”—his thumb drags across your bottom lip with a deliberate slowness, reveling in the slight bounce it gives when his touch moves to trail down your chin—“I guess I’ll just have to put them to work then.”

He reaches back to gather a fistful of his shirt before pulling it up and over his head. Though the movement is tantalizing in and of itself (the way his arms and stomach flex as he shrugs out of the clingy material has to be illegal, at least in a few states) what it leads to is undeniably better. You whimper at the sight of him—the sleek, but powerful musculature, its broadness tapering out into a taught waist that just begs to be held on to, be that under the curve of eager palms or trapped between equally willing thighs.

His hands are purposeful as they ghost their way over his frame, from the soft whorls of hair that cover his chest and beyond. The short, downy soft strands’ raven hue contrasts beautifully with the natural tan of his skin enticing your eyes to follow the trail down to the sharp V-cut of muscle and further still to the joggers that sit sinfully low on his hips. It’s here that his hands linger, just for a moment, just long enough to make you squirm with impatience. His fingers dance along the band a few times before he finally, finally hooks his thumbs in and pushes the material down. The move isn’t nearly as smooth as everything that has preceded it, can’t be when his ass is that damn fat, but at this point you’re too gone to care.

With that final barrier gone his cock sits proudly on display, curved deliciously and bobbing under its own weight. Your mouth goes dry as you take in the dark flush of it, the way precum pearls against its tip before spilling over into a trail that your tongue is desperate to follow. He’s already so hard and yet he somehow manages to get even harder as he takes himself in hand and begins to stroke. The play of his pretty fingers over his equally pretty dick is mesmerizing, so much so that you don’t even realize he’s moved until the tip is nearly touching your lips. Without any cognizant thought on your part your tongue darts out to catch his still dripping arousal before retreating back into your mouth so that you can properly savor your prize; as always the taste leaves you groaning and greedy for more, your lids fluttering as you swallow thickly. The needy (and thoroughly debauched) display has Dick chuckling darkly.

“Such a good, eager boy,” he coos as his free hand caresses your cheek.

He doesn’t even have to tell you to open up, not when your lips have already parted as wide as they can go, your tongue lolling out in anticipation. The sight leaves him cursing hotly under his breath as he guides his length into your waiting warmth. You both moan at that first contact, though the vibration of your pleasured mewl sees Dick’s devolving into a gritted out hiss; at the same time his hips stutter but he’s able to stop himself before he gags you. This kindness isn’t extended for much longer, however, as he’s quick to set up a pace that’s just this side of brutal.

With every forward push his cock goes that little bit further until he’s fully fucking your throat. The sound of your moan laced gags can just be heard over your man’s near continuous stream of curses and praise. Though the angle makes things a bit more perilous you brace yourself and let Dick take what he needs, what you’re all too willing to give.

“Look at the way you swallow me down,” he pants in a voice that sounds just as wrecked as you feel, “my good, perfect boy. So, so good, always so good…”

It’s clear that both of your brains have fuzzed over—his from the pleasure that has him damn near shuddering above you, and you from his very apparent approval. You work your tongue along the underside of his cock as much as you can wanting, needing, to make him feel even better, to draw more of those sweet words out of him which you most certainly do. The pair of you are trapped in this feedback loop of lust for only a few minutes more before Dick is pulling out fully with a half-choked growl. You only have enough time to take one lung filling breath before his lips are crashing into your own. The kiss is a raw, feral thing full of tongue and teeth and a desperation that has you tearing at one another’s clothes.

Once your bottoms are gone an impatient hand makes its way to your center and Dick lets out a breathy little curse at the sheer amount of wetness that greets him. “All this just from sucking cock, babe?” he asks on a chuckle as he coats his fingers in your pre, their pads dragging oh-so-slowly over your length before sliding down to trace teasing circles around your entrance. The jolt of pleasure that courses through you reduces your reply to a reedy cry of his name that trails off into a hiccuping moan, a thing that clearly suits your man just fine.

“I was ready to fuck you into the mattress,” he continues on in a tone far too casual, all things considered, “but hearing you sing so pretty for me makes me want to play with you a bit more, so I think I will…”

The hand that had been working your length over so perfectly is soon joined by the molten heat of his mouth in a move that’s so quick and fluid that you don’t have a hope of bracing yourself for the added sensation. Your body’s replying arch is cut short by steadying hands, a knowing little laugh vibrating against your cock all the while. You shudder at the feeling, gasping when his tongue drags itself over your already sodden flesh, Dick’s name a ragged cry on your lips as your fingers curl in against his hair. He likewise shivers at the bite of your nails against his scalp, humming his approval all the while before pulling away just long enough to tell you—promise you—that he’s going to make you lose your mind. And he’s as good as his word. He doesn’t let up, his tongue laving and twirling over your heated flesh in shifting patterns that leave your head spinning and your legs shaking. His hands are just as busy as one glides over you with teasing strokes while its opposite moves lower to play with your balls.

“You sound so. Fucking. Cute.” The declaration is made some long moments later when his need for oxygen finally outweighs his greed for your cock. His voice is absolutely wrecked from having you down his throat for so long, though you can barely focus on the rasp of it when he’s punctuating those last few words with suckling nips against your thighs.

You whimper out his name in reply only for the appellation to scale up into an opened mouth gasp when he takes advantage of the mess he’s created between your legs to easily slip a finger into your tight hole. A second soon follows the first before he purposefully curls them against that spot. You jolt up against him as pleasure skitters across your body like lightning. Moans claw their way out of your throat as you grind shamelessly up into him, your arms winding around him somewhat awkwardly in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer.

“Mmm~ I think he likes that,” he chuckles darkly as he continues to massage your walls. “That’s right honey, keep rocking those hips for me—need to work you open, get you ready to take me…”

You’re too far gone to fully comprehend what he’s saying, with your mind only really being able to focus on the sinuous purr of it all. Lust has deepened his voice into something specifically designed to leave you fully under his spell, and enthralled as you are there’s no perceiving anything outside of you and him and the pleasure that’s drawing closer with each pump of those ridiculously long fingers. You rut against him with a desperation that would be embarrassing if Dick wasn’t just as gone. He doesn’t have it in him to tease you right now, not when he feeds on your pleasure and you’re so close to the edge. He murmurs your name before pulling away from you to watch you chase your bliss with a ravenous intent. His gaze darts over the length of you in an attempt to drink in every little detail as words that blur the line between praise and pleas are panted down at you. His movements grow more pointed as yours become more frantic, the crescendo building up-up-up until–

“Oh fuck babe. That’s right—give it to me.”

A sound that’s caught somewhere between a moan and a sob squeaks out of you as your body tenses before going lax under the weight of your release, but that’s hardly the end of things.

“Fuck,” Dick growls lowly, his body slinking down further still so that he can hook your legs over his shoulders. When he comes back up to level his eyes are consumed with want as he grinds himself against you. “____, baby, do you have any idea how goddamn delicious you look right now?”

You try to reply, you swear you do, but between the orgasmic haze that hasn’t even begun to fade and the feeling of his cock pressing hot and heavy against you, well… You figure you can be forgiven for whatever the fuck it is that actually comes out of your mouth—not that it would’ve been audible anyway when your man’s tongue is so tangled up with your own. He sucks down your mewls of pleasure only to feed you his own as he reaches down to take himself in hand. His cock, hot and sticky with your combined arousal, slaps against your entrance a few times in rapid succession before he pushes finally, finally pushes into you.

Dick finds his rhythm quickly, settling on something hard and fast enough to have jostled your body forwards with each thrust had his bulk not been there to hold you steady. There’s a certain frantic energy to the way he fucks you—as if he needs to be inside you like he needs his next breath, as if the few seconds he has to leave you on the backstroke are too long to bear. It makes the encounter desperate in a way that that you usually only ever experience when he’s had too close of a call on patrol. You feed off of this, into it, clawing at whatever bit of him you can reach though pinned as you are all you can really do is lie there and take it–

Well until a particularly good downwards thrust leaves his dick brushing up against your sweet spot. Your reaction is instantaneous, your walls clamping down on him with a vice-like grip that nearly sees him collapsing. His mouth parts around a moan that has you clenching up all over again as he catches himself on shaky arms just moments shy of crushing you.

“Fu-fuck… Fuck! That’s– It’s too damn good, babe. I-I’m already so close—you keep doing that and I’m not gonna last…”

There’s barely a sliver of sapphire to be found when he looks you over with wide, lust-blown eyes; said eyes cross just a bit when you bare down again, and when combined with the flush that sits high on his cheeks and the loose loll of his mouth he’s just one drool trail away from something straight out of the most obscene manga panels. The sight would’ve left you laughing if it weren’t for the way he rolls his hips into you in a deep grind.

You sigh his name as you urge him closer to you. From here you can feel the way his lips part under his pants, your breaths mingling as you tell him, beg him, to fall apart for you—“Please baby, want it. Want you to fill me up…”

“Yuh-yeah,” he starts, nodding wildly. “Yeah, I can do tha– Ah, shit! So fuckin’ tight… God, fuck—kiss me.”

He doesn’t give you time to comply, his lips already moving to crash into yours within the same breath. The kiss is sloppy and short lived, however, with Dick pulling away a few moments later to moan out your name as he redoubles his efforts. His strokes come fast and choppy as they lose their rhythm with each passing stroke until he’s abruptly stilling over your with a punched out sounding sigh and a shiver. The feeling of his release pouring into you is enough to push you over the cliff after him, his name on your lips as you give yourself over to ecstasy’s free fall.

The pair of your work your way through your orgasms with heaving chests, and in your case limbs that feel like jelly. As the euphoria begins to fade the mood easily slips over into something softer and more subdued. Dick, clearly still lost to his pleasure noses at your cheeks, pillow soft lips pressing sweet, lovesick nothings into the flushed skin there in between peppered kisses. The heart achingly tender display leaves your chest squeezing in the best of ways, and while you’d love nothing more than to bask in the afterglow of his affections for a long while yet your current positioning isn’t exactly the ideal setup in which to do so.

Your displeased little whine is all the hint your man needs and within the same moment your legs are being gently lowered onto the mattress. He flops onto his back right after, arching into a dramatic bow of a stretch—the sound that escapes him as he does so certainly makes you Feel Things, but you’re not trying to start something your already fucked out body most definitely cannot finish—before moving to curl himself around you. Insistent hands work to soothe away any aches you feel, starting with your hips, though he soon decides this can best be achieved by cradling you against his chest. Having been put through your paces you’re essentially dead weight, but that’s never been a hindrance before. Just one of the many perks of dating a man that moonlights as a vigilante, you muse with a silent laugh as he moves and settles you with ease.

You sigh contentedly as you allow yourself to sink more fully into his warmth, with any lingering tension that your muscles insist on trying to hold on to melting away under his care. Sleep has already started to blur the edges of your world, with the haze steadily creeping in to dull all of your senses until you fade out in full. You don’t register the slight shifting of your body or the soft glide of sheets that follows. The feeling of Dick pressing one last, lingering kiss against your temple is likewise a distant sensation, though his words are just able to slip underneath the fog–

“I love you, baby—always.”

–and that five word declaration, spoken with all the gravity of an indisputable truth, is the last thing you hear before you give yourself over the land of dreams.

© notepadsandtealeaves/TheViperQueen, 2023 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol…

#so i'm back. kinda lol. #dk when i'll update next but at least i'm writing again #anyways... #dick grayson x m!reader #dick grayson x male reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson smut #((Immy does fan fiction: the Batboys))

[notepadsandtealeaves]

Dick Grayson x GN!Reader in: The Penalty Round

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| F!Reader | M!Reader | Ao3 Version ||

|| Dick’s Tag | Batboys M.list | Batboys Tag | Personal Blog ||

|| The SFW prequel: The Curious Case of the Lovers in the Library || || F!Reader (Ao3) || GN!Reader (Ao3) || ((some links pending))

↠ Requested By: The ~heaux~ in me ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: NSFW af ((make no mistakes, I will 100% fight a kid if I see them on this post)) ↠ CWs/TWs: There’s nothing too out there, but still make sure to peep the in story note for the deets. ↠ If you’re looking for a beta-ed work you have come to the wrong place, my friend lol. ↠ Total WC: ~3k

“‘And the loser will be completely at the mercy of the winner.’ Those were your exact words, baby, don’t you remember?” His eyes are bright with an impish sort of glee as he pulls back to take in your replying expression—the needy glint in your gaze, the alluring way your lip sits trapped between the pearl of your teeth, the ragged breaths that leave your chest heaving… “Oh yes, that is definitely a look,” he comments, a harsh exhale punctuating his words. “And a damn good one too…” You could certainly say the same about him. His amusement has been slowly draining away as he continues to regard you until all that is left behind his something darker, hungrier…

↠ Who says you can’t win for losing?

This brief bit of spiciness with my second favorite Bat is brought to you by The Thirst™ lol. I’m trying to get back into the swing of things, so if this is just “meh”/anything seems off blame that…

|| The Penalty Round

💦 Tags: Reader uses they/them pronouns | Reader has ambiguous anatomy | Pre-established relationship | Dick’s waistline being problematic | ((said problem is that my legs are not currently wrapped around it #madaboutit)) | ((why is it like that, if not for us to grab, huh? HUH??!)) | A v. brief mention of cum eating (Reader) | Oral (Reader giving) that leads into throat fucking (kinda rough, but not too much) | OP’s Dick’s praise kink is showing | Which means there’s lots of pet names (i.e. baby, honey, and the like; Reader receiving) | Reader gets that good oral-handy combo | Unprotected sex (remember to be safe IRL, so on and so forth) | Penetrative sex (more specifically a mating press, Reader receiving) | Knowing me there’re probably some v. light dom/sub undertones | ((that wasn’t necessarily my intent, but it is kinda my brand lmao)) | And finally a bit of afterglow‘n’cuddles before falling asleep in Dick’s arms because that is the Good Shit™

“Ready to settle up, love?”

The question is posed over the muted sound of Dick depositing you onto his bed. His preference for a softer, cushier mattress doesn’t allow for you to bounce, but rather you sink into its plushness with a giggle. Any answer you might have given is lost under another peal of mirth as he follows you down with a laugh of his own. Long limbs cage you in as he settles the perfect amount of weight onto you and the feeling grounds you even as the drag of his lips over your pulse point has you arching into his touch. Kisses tease themselves up the length of your neck and across the breadth of your face; he’s thorough, covering every spot readily available to him while simultaneously avoiding the pout of your lips. It doesn’t take long for you to voice your displeasure, but your breathy whines are only met with a playful chide.

“‘And the loser will be completely at the mercy of the winner.’ Those were your exact words, baby, don’t you remember?”

His eyes are bright with an impish sort of glee as he pulls back to take in your replying expression—the needy glint in your gaze, the alluring way your lip sits trapped between the pearl of your teeth, the ragged breaths that leave your chest heaving…

“Oh yes, that is definitely a look,” he comments, a harsh exhale punctuating his words. “And a damn good one too…”

You could certainly say the same about him. His amusement has been slowly draining away as he continues to regard you until all that is left behind his something darker, hungrier. The weight of his want has lidded a gaze that is more pupil than iris, with the vivid blue having been ceded ground like a freshly eclipsed sun. Altogether it’s a look that says he’s more than ready to devour you whole and with the way he’s got you feeling right now you’re beyond down. He knows this, of course, and it definitely shows. A smirk slowly creeps its way across the plush of his mouth as he rises up to his knees.

“But if you’re that eager to do something with those pretty lips of yours, well…”—his thumb drags across your bottom lip with a deliberate slowness, reveling in the slight bounce it gives when his touch moves to trail down your chin—“I guess I’ll just have to put them to work then.”

He reaches back to gather a fistful of his shirt before pulling it up and over his head. Though the movement is tantalizing in and of itself (the way his arms and stomach flex as he shrugs out of the clingy material has to be illegal, at least in a few states) what it leads to is undeniably better. You whimper at the sight of him—the sleek, but powerful musculature, its broadness tapering out into a taught waist that just begs to be held on to, be that under the curve of eager palms or trapped between equally willing thighs.

His hands are purposeful as they ghost their way over his frame, from the soft whorls of hair that cover his chest and beyond. The short, downy soft strands’ raven hue contrasts beautifully with the natural tan of his skin enticing your eyes to follow the trail down to the sharp V-cut of muscle and further still to the joggers that sit sinfully low on his hips. It’s here that his hands linger, just for a moment, just long enough to make you squirm with impatience. His fingers dance along the band a few times before he finally, finally hooks his thumbs in and pushes the material down. The move isn’t nearly as smooth as everything that has preceded it, can’t be when his ass is that damn fat, but at this point you’re too gone to care.

With that final barrier gone his cock sits proudly on display, curved deliciously and bobbing under its own weight. Your mouth goes dry as you take in the dark flush of it, the way precum pearls against its tip before spilling over into a trail that your tongue is desperate to follow. He’s already so hard and yet he somehow manages to get even harder as he takes himself in hand and begins to stroke. The play of his pretty fingers over his equally pretty dick is mesmerizing, so much so that you don’t even realize he’s moved until the tip is nearly touching your lips. Without any cognizant thought on your part your tongue darts out to catch his still dripping arousal before retreating back into your mouth so that you can properly savor your prize; as always the taste leaves you groaning and greedy for more, your lids fluttering as you swallow thickly. The needy (and thoroughly debauched) display has Dick chuckling darkly.

“Such a good, eager baby,” he coos as his free hand caresses your cheek.

He doesn’t even have to tell you to open up, not when your lips have already parted as wide as they can go, your tongue lolling out in anticipation. The sight leaves him cursing hotly under his breath as he guides his length into your waiting warmth. You both moan at that first contact, though the vibration of your pleasured mewl sees Dick’s devolving into a gritted out hiss; at the same time his hips stutter but he’s able to stop himself before he gags you. This kindness isn’t extended for much longer, however, as he’s quick to set up a pace that’s just this side of brutal.

With every forward push his cock goes that little bit further until he’s fully fucking your throat. The sound of your moan laced gags can just be heard over your man’s near continuous stream of curses and praise. Though the angle makes things a bit more perilous you brace yourself and let Dick take what he needs, what you’re all too willing to give.

“Look at the way you swallow me down,” he pants in a voice that sounds just as wrecked as you feel, “my good, perfect baby. So, so good, always so good…”

It’s clear that both of your brains have fuzzed over—his from the pleasure that has him damn near shuddering above you, and you from his very apparent approval. You work your tongue along the underside of his cock as much as you can wanting, needing, to make him feel even better, to draw more of those sweet words out of him which you most certainly do. The pair of you are trapped in this feedback loop of lust for only a few minutes more before Dick is pulling out fully with a half-choked growl. You only have enough time to take one lung filling breath before his lips are crashing into your own. The kiss is a raw, feral thing full of tongue and teeth and a desperation that has you tearing at one another’s clothes.

Once your bottoms are gone an impatient hand makes its way to your center and Dick lets out a breathy little curse at the sheer amount of wetness that greets him. “All this just from sucking cock, babe?” he asks on a chuckle as he coats his fingers in your pre, their pads dragging oh-so-slowly over your sex before sliding down to trace teasing circles around your entrance. The jolt of pleasure that courses through you reduces your reply to a reedy cry of his name that trails off into a hiccuping moan, a thing that clearly suits your man just fine.

“I was ready to fuck you into the mattress,” he continues on in a tone far too casual, all things considered, “but hearing you sing so pretty for me makes me want to play with you a bit more, so I think I will…”

The hand that had been working against you so perfectly is soon joined by the molten heat of his mouth in a move that’s so quick and fluid that you don’t have a hope of bracing yourself for the added sensation. Your body’s replying arch is cut short by steadying hands, a knowing little laugh vibrating against you all the while. You shudder at the feeling, gasping when his tongue drags itself over your already sodden flesh, Dick’s name a ragged cry on your lips as your fingers curl in against his hair. He likewise shivers at the bite of your nails against his scalp, humming his approval all the while before pulling away just long enough to tell you—promise you—that he’s going to make you lose your mind. And he’s as good as his word. He doesn’t let up, his tongue laving and twirling against you in shifting patterns that leave your head spinning and your legs shaking. His hands are just as busy as one keeps your hip anchored while its opposite works in tandem with his talented mouth.

“You sound so. Fucking. Cute.” The declaration is made some long moments later when his need for oxygen finally outweighs his greed for your sex. His voice is absolutely wrecked with his desire, though you can barely focus on the rasp of it when he’s punctuating those last few words with suckling nips against your thighs.

You whimper out his name in reply only for the appellation to scale up into an opened mouth gasp when he takes advantage of the mess he’s created between your legs to easily slip a finger into your tight hole. A second soon follows the first before he purposefully curls them against that spot. You jolt up against him as pleasure skitters across your body like lightning. Moans claw their way out of your throat as you grind shamelessly up into him, your arms winding around him somewhat awkwardly in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer.

“Mmm~ I think baby likes that,” he chuckles darkly as he continues to massage your walls. “That’s right honey, keep rocking those hips for me—need to work you open, get you ready to take me…”

You’re too far gone to fully comprehend what he’s saying, with your mind only really being able to focus on the sinuous purr of it all. Lust has deepened his voice into something specifically designed to leave you fully under his spell, and enthralled as you are there’s no perceiving anything outside of you and him and the pleasure that’s drawing closer with each pump of those ridiculously long fingers. You rut against him with a desperation that would be embarrassing if Dick wasn’t just as gone. He doesn’t have it in him to tease you right now, not when he feeds on your pleasure and you’re so close to the edge. He murmurs your name before pulling away from you to watch you chase your bliss a ravenous intent. His gaze darts over the length of you in an attempt to drink in every little detail as words that blur the line between praise and pleas are panted down at you. His movements grow more pointed as yours become more frantic, the crescendo building up-up-up until–

“Oh fuck babe. That’s right—give it to me.”

A sound that’s caught somewhere between a moan and a sob squeaks out of you as your body tenses before going lax under the weight of your release, but that’s hardly the end of things.

“Fuck,” Dick growls lowly, his body slinking down further still so that he can hook your legs over his shoulders. When he comes back up to level his eyes are consumed with want as he grinds himself against you. “____, baby, do you have any idea how goddamn delicious you look right now?”

You try to reply, you swear you do, but between the orgasmic haze that hasn’t even begun to fade and the feeling of his cock pressing hot and heavy against you, well… You figure you can be forgiven for whatever the fuck it is that actually comes out of your mouth—not that it would’ve been audible anyway when your man’s tongue is so tangled up with your own. He sucks down your mewls of pleasure only to feed you his own as he reaches down to take himself in hand. His cock, hot and sticky with your combined arousal, slaps against your entrance a few times in rapid succession before he pushes finally, finally pushes into you.

Dick finds his rhythm quickly, settling on something hard and fast enough to have jostled your body forwards with each thrust had his bulk not been there to hold you steady. There’s a certain frantic energy to the way he fucks you—as if he needs to be inside you like he needs his next breath, as if the few seconds he has to leave you on the backstroke are too long to bear. It makes the encounter desperate in a way that that you usually only ever experience when he’s had too close of a call on patrol. You feed off of this, into it, clawing at whatever bit of him you can reach though pinned as you are all you can really do is lie there and take it–

Well until a particularly good downwards thrust leaves his dick brushing up against your sweet spot. Your reaction is instantaneous, your walls clamping down on him with a vice-like grip that nearly sees him collapsing. His mouth parts around a moan that has you clenching up all over again as he catches himself on shaky arms just moments shy of crushing you.

“Fu-fuck… Fuck! That’s– It’s too damn good, babe. I-I’m already so close—you keep doing that and I’m not gonna last…”

There’s barely a sliver of sapphire to be found when he looks you over with wide, lust-blown eyes; said eyes cross just a bit when you bare down again, and when combined with the flush that sits high on his cheeks and the loose loll of his mouth he’s just one drool trail away from something straight out of the most obscene manga panels. The sight would’ve left you laughing if it weren’t for the way he rolls his hips into you in a deep grind.

You sigh his name as you urge him closer to you. From here you can feel the way his lips part under his pants, your breaths mingling as you tell him, beg him, to fall apart for you—“Please baby, want it. Want you to fill me up…”

“Yuh-yeah,” he starts, nodding wildly. “Yeah, I can do tha– Ah, shit! So fuckin’ tight… God, fuck—kiss me.”

He doesn’t give you time to comply, his lips already moving to crash into yours within the same breath. The kiss is sloppy and short lived, however, with Dick pulling away a few moments later to moan out your name as he redoubles his efforts. His strokes come fast and choppy as they lose their rhythm with each passing stroke until he’s abruptly stilling over your with a punched out sounding sigh and a shiver. The feeling of his release pouring into you is enough to push you over the cliff after him, his name on your lips as you give yourself over to ecstasy’s free fall.

The pair of your work your way through your orgasms with heaving chests, and in your case limbs that feel like jelly. As the euphoria begins to fade the mood easily slips over into something softer and more subdued. Dick, clearly still lost to his pleasure noses at your cheeks, pillow soft lips pressing sweet, lovesick nothings into the flushed skin there in between peppered kisses. The heart achingly tender display leaves your chest squeezing in the best of ways, and while you’d love nothing more than to bask in the afterglow of his affections for a long while yet your current positioning isn’t exactly the ideal setup in which to do so.

Your displeased little whine is all the hint your man needs and within the same moment your legs are being gently lowered onto the mattress. He flops onto his back right after, arching into a dramatic bow of a stretch—the sound that escapes him as he does so certainly makes you Feel Things, but you’re not trying to start something your already fucked out body most definitely cannot finish—before moving to curl himself around you. Insistent hands work to soothe away any aches you feel, starting with your hips, though he soon decides this can best be achieved by cradling you against his chest. Having been put through your paces you’re essentially dead weight, but that’s never been a hindrance before. Just one of the many perks of dating a man that moonlights as a vigilante, you muse with a silent laugh as he moves and settles you with ease.

You sigh contentedly as you allow yourself to sink more fully into his warmth, with any lingering tension that your muscles insist on trying to hold on to melting away under his care. Sleep has already started to blur the edges of your world, with the haze steadily creeping in to dull all of your senses until you fade out in full. You don’t register the slight shifting of your body or the soft glide of sheets that follows. The feeling of Dick pressing one last, lingering kiss against your temple is likewise a distant sensation, though his words are just able to slip underneath the fog–

“I love you, baby—always.”

–and that five word declaration, spoken with all the gravity of an indisputable truth, is the last thing you hear before you give yourself over the land of dreams.

© notepadsandtealeaves/TheViperQueen, 2023 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol…

#so i'm back. kinda lol. #dk when i'll update next but at least i'm writing again #anyways... #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x gn!reader #dick grayson x gender neutral reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson smut #((Immy does fan fiction: the Batboys))

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literally me rn so prepare your bodies ig lmao...

#tho to be fair i didn't wake up at some ungodly hour but rather i've not yet gone to bed #hopefully i can get this done and posted sometime tomorrow--or well today but like when it's light out lol #it's gonna be the first thing i've written in a long while so it maybe a bit meh but /look/--i tried #also it's gonna be a reader x dickiebird fic--all genders included so that's fun! #it's my first time writing for any of the bats in ahem ~more adult situations~ which is so damn odd given how much i love dick and jay esp. #but anyways... #((immy rambles))

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‼ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS THAT FOLLOW WILL BE BLOCKED ‼

status: ongoing || updated: 1/25/23

|| byf | rdr tag | other m.lists | my ao3 | main blog ||

↠ all works are poc friendly ↠ unless otherwise specified, all works are written with a gender neutral reader ↠ works range from sfw fluff to straight up smut, and this is an 18+ blog besides, so minors need to ✨️ ~leave~ ✨️ ↠ links marked with a ❣ lead to my main blog ↠ links under the cut so as not to clutter up your dash/blog

from the van der linde boys, with love 💌 || vde 2021 m.list

paring: reader x all of the boahs sans micah because i don’t like him lol

type: sweet lil love letters

rating: sfw fluff

cws/tws: none

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

from the van der ladies, with love 💌 || vde 2021 m.list

paring: reader x all of the gang’s ladies

type: sweet lil love letters

rating: sfw fluff

cws/tws: none

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

nsfw abcs || javier escuella

paring: this collection is javier x reader-centric, but the gang ofc makes guest appearances in various fills

type: hcs with accompanying ficlets/one-shots

rating: nsfw, obviously

cws/tws: any applicable warnings can be found in their respective fills

↠ links: tumblr ❣ || ao3

relationship abcs || men-folk edition

paring: once again, reader x all the van der linde gents that aren’t micah

type: long form hcs

rating: sfw, tho things do get a bit ~spicy~ from time to time

cws/tws: any applicable warnings can be found in their respective fills

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

(home is) wherever i’m with you || 200 follower event

pairing: javier escuella x reader

rating: angst-y h/c vibes that get nsfw at the end

cws/tws: there’re way too many to list here, so see the in story note

total wc: 14k~ ((…don’t look at me lol))

“no.” “‘no’, what?” “no, you’re not goin’.” “i’m sorry,” you start, your own awakening anger transforming the words into sharp and dangerous things, “somethin’ must be gettin’ lost here because that didn’t sound like a question.” the smoldering embers that had been in his gaze before are fully alight now with a flame that’s just barely checked as he regards you. “that’s because it wasn’t, mi amor…”

in which what should be little more than a simple misunderstanding turns into something quite other. but no matter the storm, the pair of you are always willing to weather it so long as you can come home.

↠ links: tumblr || ao3

what you want, what you need || a thot’s thoughts

pairing: this is a javier x reader story, but it’s implied that there’s some… tension, let’s say, between the pair of them and sadie or charles in the f!reader and gn!/m!reader fills respectively

reader gender: f!, gn!, and m! reader options are available

rating: nsfw

cws/tws: there are a lot, but the biggest are mild exhibitionism, m!dom/sub dynamics, rough treatment/sex (reader receiving), jealous javier (but make it non-toxic), light choking (reader receiving), and orgasm denial/control (reader receiving). for a complete and more detailed listing see the in story note. and if i missed anything, please let me know!!

total wc: 6.6k~ or 7.5k~ depending on which version you read

“oh fuck you, escuella.” “you’d best watch that mouth of yours, mi amor. just because daddy-dearest can’t take you over his knee anymore doesn’t mean your papi won’t.”

a modern au in which you take your teasing a little too far at a friend’s party. in return javier will make sure that you get what you deserve before you get what you need.

he’s using papi SARCASTICALLY ffs lmao

↠ links: f!reader || tumblr ❣ | ao3

↠ gn!reader || tumblr ❣ | ao3

↠ m!reader || tumblr ❣ | ao3

© thepuckishrogue/notepadsandtealeaves, 2019-2023 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol…

#((Immy does fan fiction: The Yeehaws)) #my masterlists

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‼ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS THAT FOLLOW WILL BE BLOCKED ‼

|| byf | hq tag | hq m.list | other m.lists | ao3 | main blog ||

⚪️ it goes unsaid that these crows are my all time favorite team. they’re the ones i’ve written the most for, so they get their own m.list. ⚪️ overall this thing’s p. lengthy, so if you don’t want to be scrolling forever use the quick links under the cut. ⚪️ all works are poc friendly! ⚪️ unless otherwise specified, all works are written with a gender neutral reader. ⚪️ unless otherwise specified, all works are post time skip, meaning that the characters are whole ass adults. ⚪️ content ranges from sfw fluff to straight up smut, and this is an 18+ blog besides, so minors need to stay away. if you are not of age, but still want to consume my sfw works then head over to my ao3. ⚪️ all works here are cross-posted to my ao3 and only my ao3. if you find my work elsewhere please report it. i never have and never will allow my work to be reposted to any other sites. ⚪️ links under the cut so as not to clutter up your blog/dash.

|| quick links

note 1: if there isn’t a link then that means i’ve not written anything for that character yet.

note 2: the link attached to the team’s name leads to group works.

|| team karasuno

|| k. tsukishima | s. hinata | t. kageyama | t. yamaguchi ||

|| c. ennoshita | h. kinoshita | k. narita | r. tanaka | y. nishinoya ||

|| asahi a. | daichi s. | k. sugawara ||

|| h. yachi | kiyoko s. ||

|| i. takeda | k. ukai | saeko t. ||

a thot’s thoughts 💦

a collection of various smutty works || multi-fandom

status: ongoing

updated: 1/20/22

work type: various (i.e. hcs, drabbles, fics, etc.)

characters: various

latest installment: nsfw abcs with asahi a.

⚪️ links: tumblr

kiss kiss, fall in love 🍃

a collection of love stories as told through kisses || multi-fandom

status: ongoing

updated: 3/6/22

work type: a collection of drabbles that usually turn into full-on fics lol

characters: various

latest installment: tetsurou kuroo

⚪️ links: tumblr || ao3

love you like i do 💕

just a collection of the little ways your volleybae shows their love for you. || part hcs, part character studies, part relationship origin stories…

status: on hiatus

updated: 8/2/21

work type: hella long hcs

characters: team karasuno

latest installment: (former) first years

⚪️ links: tumblr || ao3

steeped in love ☕

a series of relationship hcs based around cute, tea-themed prompts || not quite a series as i’ve only done the one, but there will be more in the future so… yeah lol

status: on hiatus

updated: 8/21/21

work type: hella long hcs

characters: asahi a. ((at current; more to come!))

⚪️ links: tumblr || ao3

winter wonderland ❄️

a series of hcs centered around spending this, the coldest season, with your volleybae || yet another series that’s yet to be fully developed. blame 2021 because i certainly do :/

status: on hiatus

updated: 12/20/21

work type: short group hcs

characters: team karasuno ((at current; more to come!))

⚪️ links: tumblr || ao3

🐦 the prettiest birbs 🐦

snow day? snow day!!

a set of hcs about how i think a snow day with your favorite crow would play out

status: on hiatus

updated: 12/20/21

work type: short group hcs

characters: team karasuno ((at current; more to come!))

⚪️ links: tumblr || ao3

note: characters are organized in alphabetical order by their last name.

☀ sweet, sunshine baby ☀

asa’s my main squeeze so he gets his own m.list.

⚪️ links: tumblr

⚪️ none yet!

👑 short carrot king 👑

love you like i do || (former) first years edition

can we just take a moment to appreciate the ways these boys love on you?

rating/work type: (really long) sfw hcs

cws/tws: n/a

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: k. tsukishima | t. yamaguchi | t. kageyama

summary: just little ways they show their love for you. part hcs, part character studies, part relationship origin stories lol.

total wc: ~2.4k

⚪️ links: tumblr | ao3

🔔 the milkman cometh 🔔

love you like i do || (former) first years edition

can we just take a moment to appreciate the ways these boys love on you?

rating/work type: (really long) sfw hcs

cws/tws: none, unless you wanna count his disastrous past relationships

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: k. tsukishima | s. hinata | t. yamaguchi

summary: just little ways they show their love for you. part hcs, part character studies, part relationship origin stories lol.

total wc: 2.7k~

⚪️ links: tumblr | ao3

⚪️ none yet!

⚪️ none yet!

⚪️ none yet!

😍 oh captain, my captain 😍

a bit of random hq thirst

i would say ‘no thoughts, head empty’, but head is v. full of whoreknee thoughts about some of my favorite hq boys…

rating/work type: short, nsfw musings

cws/tws: rough ‘n’ loud sex (penetrative, reader receiving).

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: asahi a. | h. iwaizumi | i. matsukawa | k. bokuto | s. meian | t. aone

summary: a thirst post, plain and simple lol

total wc: 200~

⚪️ links: tumblr | ao3

love you like i do || (former) third years edition

can we just take a moment to appreciate the ways these boys love on you?

rating/work type: (really long) sfw hcs

cw/tws: n/a

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: daichi s. | k. sugawara

summary: just little ways they show their love for you. part hcs, part character studies, part relationship origin stories.

total wc: 1.5k~

⚪️ links: tumblr | ao3

⚪️ none yet!

😜 cute, but chaotic 😜

love you like i do || (former) third years edition

can we just take a moment to appreciate the ways these boys love on you?

rating/work type: (really long) sfw hcs

cws/tws: lbr, koshi sugawara is a warning all on his own lol

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: asahi a. | daichi s.

summary: just little ways they show their love for you. part hcs, part character studies, part relationship origin stories lol.

total wc: 1.7k~

⚪️ links: tumblr | ao3

⚪️ none yet!

⚪️ none yet!

⚪️ none yet!

😏 salt bae 😏

love you like i do || (former) first years edition

can we just take a moment to appreciate the ways these boys love on you?

rating/work type: (really long) sfw hcs

cw/tws: lots of self-doubt and self-deprecation from the man himself. also some v. mild angst due to ghosting, but it all works out in the end, i promise!

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: s. hinata | t. yamaguchi | t. kageyama

summary: just little ways they show their love for you. part hcs, part character studies, part relationship origin stories lol…

total wc: 4k~

⚪️ links: tumblr | ao3

⚪️ none yet!

⚪️ none yet!

🍠 the softest bean 🍠

“i refuse to let you talk about yourself like that!”

self-depreciation? yeah—we don’t do that here.

rating/work type: sfw drabbles

cws/tws: lots and lots of tears in yams’ section. baby boy’s p. upset and it shows ;n; don’t worry tho, you love up on him until he’s feeling better.

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: asahi a. | t. aone

summary: in which you refuse to entertain these boys’ nonsense.

total wc: ~2k

⚪️ links: tumblr | ao3

love you like i do || (former) first years edition

can we just take a moment to appreciate the ways these boys love on you?

rating/work type: (really long) sfw hcs

cws/tws: mentions of past bullying and the lingering effects thereof

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: k. tsukishima | s. hinata | t. kageyama

summary: just little ways they show their love for you. part hcs, part character studies, part relationship origin stories lol.

total wc: 2.7k~

⚪️ links: tumblr | ao3

© notepadsandtealeaves, 2021-2022 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol…

#((Immy does fan fiction: The Volleybaes)) #my masterlists #asahi x reader #daichi x reader #sugawara x reader #haikyuu hinata #kageyama x reader #tsukishima x reader #yamaguchi x reader #tanaka x reader #nishinoya x reader #ennoshita x reader #kinoshita x reader #narita x reader #yachi x reader #kiyoko x reader #takeda x reader #ukai x reader #saeko x reader #haikyuu x reader

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✨️ not me having to block 5+ blogs daily because they lack a visible age on their blog ✨️

#i used to feel bad about this but honestly if you can't take less than a minute of your time to read my byf-- #--and follow the EXTREMELY SIMPLE rules there then that is on you #do people just not get how rude that is or??? #i'm still far more lenient about this than most btw #i know people that will legit block folk if they even so much a like one of their posts w/o a visible age on their blog #but anyways… #it's 3 something in the am--lemme take my ass to sleep lol #immy rants

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Hi, I just found your blog and it's wonderful!! I usually do this thing where I ask writers what their favorite things they have written is so that I can read those pieces. So, what pieces of yours would you recommend I should definitely read? Feel free to elaborate as much or as little as you want :))

First let me say hello and welcome to my blog—where the updates are infrequent, but usually (extremely) lengthy. ((way too lengthy, some might argue, but those people would be wrong lmao))

And secondly—well aren’t you sweet!

Not knowing what fandom brought you here I’m not exactly sure what to suggest, so I’ll just give you a bit from each one I currently write for.

The Batboys

Most of what I’ve written for these lads has been for my 12 Days of Batmas series. The Christmas series that has taken me 2+ years to write lmfaooo. Look, the 2020s have been ass so far, and inspiration likes to abandon me at years end, but anyways! Most fills are a HC/ficlet combo of varying lengths. It’s an all-around fun read, I think, and there’s a lot there despite the fact that I’ve yet to finish it.

As far as individual works go, Maybe (Love, Once Lost) is definitely a favorite despite the mental toll it took on me lol. I love reading angst and H/C fics, but writing them is… an experience. Probably wouldn’t have been so bad, but I was also writing like three other angsty pieces (they were fills for an event and I wanted to get them done ASAP) so I was already feeling the strain. The writing process gave me a lot of grief, but looking back on it now I’m p. happy with the way it turned out.

And as a palate cleanser for all that pain, Damian’s installment in the Autumn’s Arrival series is a cute little read (littlebeing used loosely here since I have a penchant for wordiness, as you can probably tell lmao).

HQ

In recent years Haikyuu!has become my main fandom, and I’m okay with that lol. As for works—honestly anything I write for Asahi is an instant favorite because he’s the loml, my sunshine, my Big Texas Cinnamon Roll lol. But if I had to pick my current favorite it’d probably be my latest piece for him, It’s so Lovely, Loving You; it’s a songfic based around one of my favorite songs by one of my all-time favorite artist. It was very relaxing to write, despite the lil dash of angst in the middle.

As for the rest of the fandom… The Autumn’s Arrival series is mostly comprised of HQ boys at current, despite the fact that it’s technically multi-fandom lol. I know I’ve mentioned it before, but it really is one of my favorite things I’ve ever written in general. A lot of people have described those fics as warm hugs, and honestly that’s all I ever wanted lol. They’re v. much meant to be comfort fics, so I’m happy to know that I’ve been able to consistently hit my mark. ((also writing this has reminded me that I need to update my m.list lol))

And lastly if you’re looking for really long, drawn out character study type deals, the Love You Like I Do series is a pretty interesting read, if I do say so myself. It’s currently on hiatus for the for foreseeable future, tho at current I’ve covered all of Karasuno’s first and third years (well aside from Kiyoko as I’m including her with the team’s management).

MHA

I haven’t written much for this fandom—a far as published works go, anyways. I’ve got a lot of WIPs, but god only knows when they’ll be released. At current there’s only the love letters written for my 2021 Valentine’s Day event (characters included are Eraserhead, Present Mic, and Hawks) and the NSFW ABCs written for Dabi (please excuse the look of this one; I’ve yet to go back and give it a facelift lol). Despite the fact that it was my first time writing for any of them, the letters were super fun to write as all of the guys are comfort characters for me. The ABCs were also a really fun write because I love Dabi’s trifling ass so damn much. I just love the dude’s energy, and what that says about me I do not rightly know lmao…

RDR

Most of what I’ve written for my cowbabies is over on my main blog (please ignore the state of that m.list, it still needs to be edited), but it’s all all NSFW so if that’s not your thing feel free to ignore that lol. (it’s also Javier-centric, with one random Strauss HC thrown in for texture and flavor lol)

On a more wholesome note, I did installments for all of the van der Linde gang in that VDE that I mentioned before. Sadly, my favorites are also some of the most overlooked, so I’m more than happy to give them a shout out now.

The ladies: Abigail | Molly | Susan | Tilly The gents: Kieran | Strauss | Swanson | Trelawny

Unsurprisingly those listed aren’t exactly the fandom’s darlings, so it isn’t a surprise that they didn’t get much attention, but it’s still lowkey disappointing nonetheless.

That said, don’t feel the need to read them—or anything else I’ve listed—if you’re not that way inclined! At the end of the day fan fics (and fandom as a whole) are meant to be a form of enjoyable escapism—if more people remembered that and acted accordingly this damned hellsite would be a far chiller place, but ever as always I digress…

Alright, I’ve prattled on way longer that I probably should have, but such is my way lol. Thanks for taking the time to reach out, I really do appreciate it!! And do so I hope you enjoy your stay on my blog 💖

#them (in good faith): elaborate as much as you want! :D #me (being the wordy lil goblin i am): you sure about that fam?? lmao #just popped on here in between adulting and there's so many nice'n'sweet reblogs as well as this and i just... #i am feeling so many things #my heart is doing a swoop thanks for liking my work so much guys ;n; #i'm gonna reply to those reblogs too but it'll probably be late tonight or tomorrow as i still have Things(TM) to do--more's the gd pity :/ #anyways... #asks answered

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Tetsurou Kuroo || Kiss Kiss, Fall in Love 🍃

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| ao3 version | series m.list | hq tag | main blog ||

If ever two were one, then surely we. –To My Dear and Loving Husband || A. Bradstreet

🍃 A love story as told through kisses…

↠ Requested By: Nobody, I just had an ~i d e a~, Mr. Krabs ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW quip-y floof with a dash of angst for flavor lol ((but my blog’s 18+; if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ Chronology: Pre and post time skip. ↠ CWs/TWs: As I’ve said before, Tetsuro Kuroo is his own warning tbh lmao. But he cute so we’ll let it slide. Aside from that, that dash of angst that I mentioned before comes in the form of allusions to pre-time skip Kuroo’s rocky home life. I don’t go super into detail, but it does get touched on in the second and third sections; there’ll be a more in depth note before said sections. Also the general stresses that come with being a third year are touched on in the second section. ↠ Betas? Nah, we good. ((we are indeed, not ‘good’, but I’m too lazy/weird to actually work with a beta lol)) ↠ Total WC: 6k~

Inspired in part by my girl Zaira (@screamin-abt-haikyuu)’s post and my corresponding review. It’s a v. cute, fun read (tho it does start off with some angst, but it gets cleared up in short order, promise!!)—I highly recommend both her and her work, tho y’all probably know that already lol. It was definitely the kick I needed to get this installment started…

So once again I may have gotten a bit carried away with the First Kiss section—and by ‘may have’ I mean I definitely did, but it’s not my fault! With this being my first time writing for our dear chemistry rooster I’m still gathering my thoughts/HCs about him and how a relationship with him would function so things are naturally a bit more wordy. Plus I’ve found that I really like writing banter with him because you just know he’d match you word for witty, quip-y word and I love that type of energy.

But anyways!

Actually there isn’t really an ‘anyways’ this time around, so uhh, have at it ig lol…

First Kiss 🍃 Partners, in Crime and Otherwise || WC: 3.2k~

CW/TW for one very brief mention of Reader’s questionable sleeping/eating habits—as in they forget to eat, esp. when stressed, and sleep in regular intervals in v. much a foreign concept to them ((me, projecting? it’s about as likely as you think lol)).

“Hey, ____, can I uh, can I talk to you for a minute, babe?”

Ignoring the butterflies that immediately set themselves to fluttering in your tummy at the casual use of the petname, you give Kuroo a smile and a nod before excusing yourself from the group. Several of your friends give you knowing, overly amused looks that you also chose to ignore, opting instead to take the hand that’s offered to you.

As Tetsurou leads you away to somewhere more private, you focus on keeping your steps measured as the last thing you want is to trip over your own feet in front of your overly teasing best friend turned crush. You just know that he’d end up making a quip—“Can’t stop yourself for falling for me, eh?” or something else equally cheesy—that’ll send your heart and mind both into overdrive even as the former shatters just that little bit more.

You wish he meant all of the sweet little things he says to you, that his flirtation could be something more than banter, but you know that’s not in the cards for you. You’ve never been one for the whole ‘friendzone’ thing, as people are not vending machines that you put friendship coins into until a romantic relationship falls out, but at the same time you cannot help but to feel like a citizen all the same. And that’s just fine! Really. It’s not as if Kuroo owes you anything, least of all his affections, but…

Well that doesn’t stop you from craving them. And honestly how can you not, when he’s so damn amazing?

For all his teasing he’s so very kind, looking out for the whole of his team and all of his friends with a level of attention that would leave so many others burnt out. But for Kuroo it isn’t a burdensome task, or at least not one that’s too great for his broad shoulders to bear; it’s just a part of the way he’s built. And when it comes to you specifically he’s always so gentle, even when he’s getting after you in one way or another. He knows you better than you know yourself some days, and he’s always there to fill in the spaces where you’re lacking. He’s sensitive to your every mood and very much in tune with you as a whole, so much so that it almost gives you hope–

But no. There’s no point in chasing a sun that has already set.

If Kuroo wanted to be with you he would’ve made a move by now, surely. In all the time you’ve known him he’s never once shown any real interest in you in that way, not even when various classmates had come to confess to you—in fact he encouraged you to say yes on several occasions! That is decidedly not the behavior of a guy who’s harboring feelings for you. But despite all this you still want to believe that there’s something more there so badly, and Kuroo with all of his (somewhat questionable) charms doesn’t help matters.

The sweet little names he’s always calling you are the worst perpetrators and perpetrators of your foolish hopes. Babe, baby, honey, sweetheart, my little quark (that one’s admittedly a lot-a-bit nerdy, but it leaves your cheeks burning just the same, and is honestly among your favorites)—the list goes on and on and on. You know you should tell him to lay off, but there’s a part of you (that greedy, selfish, mildly masochistic part that’s all too willing to latch on to even the smallest scraps of affection) that cannot do without it. And so you allow him to unwittingly cut into your chest with every word, to peel back the layers of skin and muscle and bone with each new display of care to toy with your heart.

But it won’t do you any good to focus on any of that, ever, really, but especially right now when he’s clearly got something important to tell you.

When you finally stop walking you find that you’re on the very edges of the school’s grounds. The pair of you often come up here when you want to get away from the rest of your friends and just breathe a bit. Lately it’s become a weekly occurrence, with every Wednesday seeing you both making your way to this towering tree to share lunch.

“The third year slump is real,” he had told you with a tired laugh from where he rested his head in your lap, his feline eyes reduced to mere slits thanks to the way your fingers moved against his scalp. “Honestly, I don’t think I’d be able to make it through the week, never mind the whole of the school year if I didn’t get to recharge with you like this, so… Let’s make it a thing, yeah?”

And of course your silly, lovesick self was quick to agree.

That had been nearly two months ago now, but the memory plays with stunning clarity in your mind’s eye. In the now, Tetsurou gives your hand a little tug as he urges you to sit beside him. Gentleman that he is, he’s already spread out his jacket to give you a cleaner option for seating—“But of course my lap is always open to you, cutie.”

Your response comes in the form of an eye roll as you gracelessly flop down next to him. “So you wanted to talk, nerd?”

“You’d better be glad I know love you me or else that shit would hurt.”

You can feel your face heat a bit at his words, and you find yourself willing him to go on with a groan of his name.

“My little tsun-tsun,” he laughs as he pokes at one of your cheeks, though the sound is a bit strained. “That’s um, actually why I wanted to talk to you though.

“Okay, so,” he starts after a deep breath. “I… Man, this is harder than I thought– Heh, um. You, erm, you like me, right?”

You blink dumbly at that. “What? Of course I do, we’re best friends–”

“We’re more than that, ____, and you know it.”

“…I do?”

“Well I would hope so—we’ve been dating for almost two months now… Haven’t we?”

His voice loses a bit of its annoyance and all of its surety as he takes in the thorough confusion and extreme shock that are both fighting for dominance in your expression. He stares at you for a long moment and for the first time you find yourself able to hold the hazel of his gaze without any problems, too stunned to drop your eyes as you normally would. Kuroo’s own eyes twitch, followed soon after by the pouting of his mouth and a crinkle of his nose (It’s so cute, why is he so cute??), before the whole of his handsome face contorts itself into a grimace as he allows his head to fall back against the tree’s trunk with a heavy sigh.

“Shit. I cannot believe Kenma was right.”

“…About?”

“This, us—you not knowing…”

“That we’re supposedly dating.”

“Yup.”

He lolls his head towards you then with an unreadable expression. Those sharp, all-seeing eyes rake over your face, clearly searching for something, before he turns back towards the horizon. You try to will him to look at you again with your own probing stare, but he refuses the bait and now it’s your turn to sigh out your frustrations.

“I, uh, yeaaah… Gotta be real with you, Tetsu, I’m pretty much lost here,” you tell him. “When did this even happen? We’ve never been on a date as far as I know—hell, you haven’t even asked me out–”

Apparently that’s enough to finally get him to look at you again.

His indignant sputtering of “I– Wha? Yes I did!” leaves you rolling your eyes as you give back an equally impassioned “When?!”

“Damn near two months ago to the day!” He sits up straight now, leaning towards you in his excitement and damn near looming over you as a result. Were he anyone but who he is to you you’d probably be intimidated by the action, but as it stands you just cock a brow at him as you wait for him to explain himself.

“Remember when we had that really special lunch, and-and I confessed—or at least I thought I did—and you agreed! Did you really not know? Was I not clear enough?”

You try to remember the day in question only to find that it’s the very one you’d been thinking about just minutes before. You quickly run through the whole of your interactions—a thing that’s far too easy to do given how your brain apparently sees fit to catalog and preserve damn near every second that you spend with this boy—in an attempt to figure out when exactly he confessed, though nothing there screams ‘I like you, please be mine’.

In fact the only thing that really stands out is– Wait.

“Keep being my partner in crime?” “Yeah, Tetsu, of course—always.”

“That was you confessing?”

“Well, yeah…”

His voice has gone sheepish in a way that you’re not used to hearing from him—in fact the whole of his countenance is shot through with nerves, and were you not so caught up in your own incredulity you would’ve thoroughly enjoyed not being the one on their back foot for once. But as it stands you just drop your head down into your palms with a groaned out laugh.

“So all those study dates–?”

“Actual dates, yeah. I wanted to take you out to do something a bit more romantic, but with midterms coming up and things with our clubs piling on—well, I couldn’t let our grades suffer, yanno?”

You nod a bit at that. Putting grades before fun is very much a Tetsurou Kuroo thing. “And Wednesdays–”

“Our standing lunch dates.”

“Guess this also explains why you’ve gotten even more annoying about my sleep schedule and eating habits.”

“Well I gotta make sure my baby stays healthy! You’re always forgetting to eat, and it only gets worse when you’re stressed,” he reminds you. “And honestly even if we weren’t a thing, your hydration levels and sleeping habits are still atrocious.”

Well, he’s got you there.

“And the flirting?”

“That’s always been real, from the very start,” he admits. “I’ve kinda had a thing for you from day one.”

His words are equal parts validating and exciting, and the heady mixture leaves you spinning, just a bit, as you mutter out a quiet, “I, um, same.”

His lips pull off into that smirk that you love to hate as he teasingly nudges your arm. “Figured as much. I mean, it’s not like you’re out here making bentos and fetching forgotten water bottles and cheering yourself into laryngitis for just anybody.”

Way to make me sound like a Stage 3 Simp. (Not that you’re not, mind, but still.) Aloud, “That was one time, and it wasn’t my fault—that match was intense!” you grumble with a laugh. “But no, no I’m not. Just like you’re not out here taking extra notes and incessantly flirting and making dates that aren’t dates with just anybody.”

“No,” he parrots with a grin, “no I am not.”

The pair of you fall silent for a beat before the ridiculousness of the situation hits you in full. You cling to one another helplessly as you laugh—long, loud, and hard—before settling into your shared embrace. It should feel a bit odd, you think, being cuddled up with him like this. Despite how close the pair of you are, Tetsurou’s always been very respectful about the way he touches you. Was what you had assumed to be his way of keeping things platonic actually his not wanting to potentially give away his secret before he was ready to?

Yeah, probably, you silently decide when he presses you in more closely to his side with a contented sigh.

“I kinda feel like I should apologize,” you tell him once you’ve settle more fully into his embrace.

He stirs a bit at that, golden eyes finding yours as he lets out a confused hum. “Why?”

“Because I must’ve seemed like the world’s worst partner,” you reply, laughing a bit.

“Ah. Yeah, well…” He shrugs before leaning his head against yours. “I honestly thought that you were maybe regretting saying yes. You didn’t really act any differently—not that I was expecting a huge change considering how close we already are, but… I dunno, you just didn’t seem interested in getting to know me on that level. And you never initiated anything, uh, physical. Not that I was expecting anything like, yanno, that!” he quickly amends. “It’s just, I thought you’d at least want to hold my hand or something, but… It had me wondering if maybe I just didn’t do it for you, you know… looks-wise.”

You have to choke out a laugh at that. Tetsurou Kuroo is unfairly handsome and he damn well knows it, has even used it to his advantage on occasion—the time that he charmed a free scone out of that barista when he was too broke to actually buy himself one comes to mind, and that’s saying nothing of the fact that he’s never paid a late fee at the library, despite the fact that he never turns his books in on time—so to see him doubt this is absolutely unreal, and not in a good way. Not liking the feelings fueling the unsure quality of his voice, or the way it all makes your heart seize, you steel yourself to say something you know you probably—no, definitely—will get teased for later (and by ‘later’ you mean less than a minute after you say it).

“I’m only gonna say this once if for no other reason than I don’t need your ego getting any bigger than it already is, but… You are very much so my type, looks and all, so yeah. That’s uh, that’s out there now, so no doubts, okay?”

The same intense flush that you can feel heating the whole of your face spreads across the planes of his own to stain his cheeks with rosedust as you speak, but this sweet display doesn’t last for long, unsurprisingly. The shy smile that he’d been giving you at first slowly sharpens until it’s a full on shit-eating grin.

“‘Very much so your type’, huh? Prove it then.”

Oh no. You know that tone. He’s about to say something that’s gonna leave you wanting to dome him while somehow simultaneously dissolving into the ether.

You don’t want to ask, probably shouldn’t for the sake of your sanity, but—“…How?”

“Kiss me.”

Yup, there it is.

His expression’s so fucking smug that you don’t want to give in on principle, but goddamn if he doesn’t wear the look well…

As you continue to weigh the pros against the cons of conceding, Tetsurou’s confidence begins to falter again, with his smirk drooping as he rubs nervously at the back of his neck. “Hey, look, if you don’t want to, that’s cool! I was mostly joking anyways, like at least ninety-seven percent jo–”

You cut off the rest of the sentence with a press of your lips to his cheek. “No doubts, remember?” you gently chide as you urge him to turn his head towards you fully.

“No doubts,” he repeats, nodding a bit dumbly as if he hadn’t actually expected you to act. He smiles then, soft and sweet, as he leans in closer. His nose brushes alongside yours once, twice, and then he’s finally kissing you properly.

That first press of his lips is a tentative thing, so much so that it would almost seem teasing if it wasn’t so obvious that he was nervous. But nerves soon turn into excitement, desperation, action. You know for a fact that you’re not the first person that Tetsurou’s ever kissed, and it shows in this moment. His hands cradle you expertly, guiding your head and the rest of your body as needed until you’re kissing one another as if you were created for no other purpose.

Once you’re finally forced to part you find that he’s maneuvered you onto his lap and isn’t at all keen on letting you go—not that you really want to move, of course, though the positioning does leave you ducking your head down a bit in embarrassment. And with your boyfriend (of two months now, apparently) being who he is, he cannot help but to pick with you a bit.

“Tetsu, baby, stoooop,” you half laugh, half groan somewhere in the middle of one of his quips.

His grin is sharp and directly at odds with the way his eyes soften into something gooey and sweet as he looks you over. “Oh, so I’m your ‘baby’ now, huh?”

“Tetsurou…”

“What? I’m not mad at it at all, it’s just… nice. I, uhh, like it, yanno? Makes all of this feel real, like you’re just as into me as I am you.”

“Tetsu, I–”

“No, it’s fine,” he tells you with a shake of his head. “Well it’s not fine fine, but it’s fine.”

“I’m so glad you cleared that up,” you reply with a snort of laughter. “But seriously though—I am sorry. Had I known we were actually dating things would’ve been different, I would’ve been different.”

“Well you’re definitely good enough to me on the platonic side of things that I wasn’t completely left wanting, but I guess relationships make me greedy. I wanted all of that and this. To be honest, I…” He pauses then, uncharacteristically shy as his fingers trail down the lengths of your arms to tangle with your own before continuing on. “I want everything with you, ____.”

The admission leaves your cheeks burning, but you don’t dare look away—not now, not when he’s being so vulnerable with you and impossibly sweet. Your quiet reply of “Same” leaves you both smiling, albeit in two totally different ways.

His replying grin is heart stopping, truly, striking that balance between cute and cocky as effortlessly as ever. You cannot help but to be drawn in by it, your lips grazing over his as you say something about making up for lost time.

“Mmm, yeah, definitely, buuuut–! Looks like classes are about to start up again.”

You chance a glance over your shoulder where your fellow students are indeed preparing to head back inside and the sight leaves you sighing. “We could just ditch you know–”

“____!”

“Don’t say my name like that,” you laugh, “you sound like some old, pearl-clutching auntie!”

“Rude. I do not–”

“Oh you totally do! What happened to being partners in crime, huh?”

Your digging tease leaves him huffing out a laugh. “Conning a barista out of various pastries is one thing, but skipping class is another beast entirely. That shit can really impact your future.”

“And petty crimes won’t?”

“Not if you don’t get caught.”

“The same could be said for ditching.”

“Yeah, but–”

The pair of you continue on this way as you head back towards the main building, hand-in-hand—an old, familiar act made all the more precious by what you now know.

Volleyball Kiss 🍃 No Doubts (Remember) || WC: 1.1k~

One last CW for talk of the strains and pressures of Kuroo’s home life. Again, I don’t go super into detail, but I do make it clear that all of that as well as the general stressors that come with being the team’s captain as well as a third year (fuck those scholarship/college entry essays, amirite?) are getting to him. But luckily for him, he’s got his lovely little partner to help pull him out of his head.

“Can’t sleep?”

The question shocks Tetsurou if for no other reason than he was sure that everyone else had already fallen asleep, desperate to catch up on the rest that nerves had robbed them of the night prior. It may only be a half hour from their school to the stadium, but every bit of energy that they can acquire, no matter how seemingly minuscule, really will count down the line. The chorus of light snores are cut through by the occasional cough or dull th-thunk-ing of the bus rattling over something in the road; an odd lullaby to be sure, but one that three years’ worth of away games have taught him to appreciate.

Under normal circumstance the familiar refrain would’ve seen him drifting off along with everyone else, but his mind refuses to turn off this morning. His thoughts have been rapidly oscillating between various plays, the breakdown of rival teams’ structures, the welfare of his own teammates, and eventualities that he has no real way of evaluating or controlling. It’s an endless, near vicious loop that he’s yet to find a means of escaping in (relatively) quiet moments such as these, and so he’s resigned himself to suffer until an adequate distraction presents itself.

In truth he’s been mentally running himself ragged for the past week, with his anxieties reaching a resounding crescendo the moment he stepped onto the school grounds just a little while ago. If it were just the tournament he could probably deal, but it’s not just the tournament. It’s the tournament and the half dozen-plus entry essays that are sitting on his hard drive in various states of completion and the school year that he needs to survive with his GPA intact for those things to even have use and his mother who’s already exhibiting symptoms of empty nest syndrome despite the fact that he’s still here and Hitomi visits at least once a week (never mind that neither of them has actually lived with her in over a decade).

Dozens upon dozens of responsibilities and obligations of varying import have finally complied enough to reach critical mass, and the resulting internal meltdown is a thing that he’s been determined to weather alone.

Because Tetsurou Kuroo does not share his burdens, he bears them—resolutely and without complaint.

This is why he’d been all smiles and encouraging words and back slaps and everything else his teammates expected of him when he arrived this morning. He could do no less, be no less, not when they looked to him for stability. He’s sure that Kenma, Yaku, and Kai had seen right through his façade—never mind your knowing frown—but you all had been wise (not to mention kind) enough to keep your observations behind your teeth. After all, it wouldn’t do for the others to find out their seemingly unflappable captain’s just as capable of harboring doubts as the rest of them.

His kohai setter might be the brains, but Kuroo’s role runs deeper in some ways. He’s in the team’s very cells, the nucleus that gives direction, brings structure. To allow his misgivings to visibly manifest themselves would be extremely selfish, in his opinion, especially when he knows the worst of them will fall away once he’s on the court.

And so he sits here in the still and silent of a too early hour on a dreary January morning, nursing his thoughts with eyes pinched shut and mouth set in a hard line. Sleep is not a thing he’ll be entertaining anytime soon, but that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t be.

“I can hear you thinking,” you say, answering the question of why you too are awake before he’s forced to ask. “I would ask you what is it that’s got you so wound up, but that’d be kinda silly, huh?”

He pushes out a huff of air through his nose at that, as much of a laugh as he can muster at the moment. When you squeeze at the hand that has been firmly in yours since you’d both settled in, he knows that it’s a silent call for him to unburden himself, and yet he hesitates. It’s not that he doesn’t want to confide in you—well, okay, that’s a lie. He’s never been one to share his fears easily, never wanted to risk making himself a nuisance to those closest to him (to risk having yet another person he cares deeply about leave him behind because his needs extended beyond the extent of their capacity to care).

But if knowing you—loving you and being loved in turn—has taught him anything is that when someone truly cares for you they’ll be there, however and wherever you need them, for as long as you need them. So long as he’s brave enough to make the jump he knows you’ll be there to catch him on the way down.

Still, he doesn’t open his eyes, not yet, settling instead for a shrug that he’s sure you feel more than see as he’s careful not to displace you from where you’re leaning heavily into his side. Though the reply is hardly one at all, you’ve long since learned to speak Tetsurou Kuroo fluently.

“Worried?”

“Mm.” (Though it pains me to admit it, yes, yes I am.)

Your thumb follows the length of his own in slow, steady strokes as you tell him, “Don’t be.”

“Hmm…” (Easy for you to say, sweetheart. You’re not the one that’s gotta get out there and preform.)

“You guys have been training hard, yeah? Have done everything you can to prepare?”

“Mhm.” (You know we did, you were there.)

“Then there’s nothing else for it. Trust in your team, trust in your training, trust in yourself. You got this, babe.”

The feeling of your shifting is the thing that finally sees his eyes opening. Overcast skies have turned the whole of the horizon into a uniform sheet of white-grey and he finds himself blinking hard against the muted brightness. When his inner lenses finally decide to play nice and focus you’re smiling that perfect little smile of yours—the one that you save just for him, and grace him with liberally. He mirrors the sentiment, slow and easy, as he allows his forehead to come down to rest against yours.

“Remember—no doubts.”

Those words have been a mainstay in your relationship since you’d uttered them all those months ago, and the callback works as well as it ever does. His smile softens down into something sweet, private—an expression saved solely for you, one that he knows you think is just as perfect as the one you’re giving him—before falling away under a chaste press of lips.

“No doubts,” he echoes, voice decisive and heart steadier than it has been in a long while.

One Hundredth Kiss 🍃 Questionable Decisions that Bear Repeating || WC: 900~

CW for one use of ‘kitten’ as an endearment (Reader receiving). Also more mentions of Kuroo’s jacked up home life. His parents’ divorce (and the resulting emotional fallout) really did a number on him, and while he’s determined to rise above it all he’d be lying if he said it doesn’t still get him inside his head from time to time. Luckily for him he’s got a sweet, loving, and supportive partner that’s more than willing to help ease his thoughts and fears…

“Looks like you got the first problem wrong, and if you used this formula for the subsequent ones—and I’m guessing you did—then that means they’re all wrong too.”

You stare blankly at the essay before you, the words that you’re supposed to be scrutinizing for the sake of your boyfriend’s GPA dropping out of focus until they coalesce into a formless, graphite hued blob. Biting down on the dread that’s attempting to claw its way up from your stomach to settle inside your chest, you blink hard a few times and take one deep, steadying breath before slowly looking down past your knees to the man that sits with your legs in his lap. A too small bed in an equally small room makes the positioning more of a concession than a comfort in the same way that your calling what Tetsurou is doing ‘sitting’ is being extremely generous. In truth your boyfriend is one of the worst manspreaders that you’ve ever met, though in his defense his stature doesn’t really allow for him to not sprawl.

Still, he’s taking up a good chunk of real estate in your dorm, with his long ass legs stretching over the side of the mattress and far beyond, to the point where his feet are nearly under your desk. As for the rest of him—his back’s slouched against the wall at what has to be an uncomfortable angle while the hand that isn’t holding your (apparently very much wrong) calculus homework busies itself with rubbing a soothing pattern against your calf. It would be more effective, you’re sure, if it wasn’t accompanied by a golden gaze shuddered with pity.

“That… cannot be right. I spent so long on those problems, Tetsu!”

“I know, baby.”

“And I triple checked to make sure I was using the right formula because I knew I kept getting them mixed up–”

“I know–”

“I even had you check for me! So how—fucking how—is this even possible?” You pause again as another thought suddenly takes you. “Tetsurou Kuroo. If you’re trolling me right now, on god…”

He holds your stare (glare) for a beat, then two before his mouth starts to twitch with the beginnings of a laugh. When you growl out his name the dam bursts leaving him cackling like a hyena as he doubles over.

You pull your legs up towards yourself as you tell him, “You’re the absolute worst, you know that?” When he only laughs harder you nudge him just as hard with your feet in a bid to push him out of your bed. It doesn’t work, of course, he’s built way too sturdily for that, but the sentiment is there at least. “Ugh, I swear I cannot stand your childish ass! You stay on some bullshit…”

“Oya?”

“Oh no—we are not starting that mess. Get out, I don’t want to look at your stupid face anymore–”

He snorts at that. “Oh so now my face is stupid, huh?”

“Yup,” you’re quick to reply, popping the ‘P’, “and your hair is worse. Ol’ chemistry rooster looking headass. ‘What is a comb?’ headass. All the gel in the world can’t do nothing for all these damn cowlicks headass–”

Your next quip devolves into a squawk followed by peals of laughter as your man quickly pulls you down the length of the bed so that he can cage you in. Retribution comes in the form of a flurry of kisses that are interspersed with the odd nip to your vulnerable neck and collarbones; all the while you’re left to laugh wildly as you try to fend off his attack. It’s only when your giggles turn into something more breathless and wanting that he decides that you’ve been properly chastened. He kisses his way up your neck and over your jaw, stopping just shy of letting his lips brush against your eager mouth.

“If I’m all that, kitten, then why do you love me so much, hmm?”

“Because I make questionable life decisions, obviously.” A coquettish air replaces the snark that would usually color such a retort, with your voice wrapping around the words in a sinuous purr instead.

He hums at that, his lips slurring along your skin until he’s able to breathe his reply directly into your ear. “In that case, wanna make another one—or several—with me right now?”

“Oh hell yes…”

“Well somebody’s eager. No second thoughts, questions, concerns… Doubts…?” Though his tone is equal parts playful and teasing, there’s something buried in the heart of it—of him—that harbors doubts of its own.

It’s that same part that leaves him clenching desperately at you on days when childhood memories try and convince him that love is transient and that vows are made to be broken– That part that has him begging you to be that one defiance to everything he knows and stay on nights when he thinks you to be soundly asleep– That part that drives him to do better by you than what he’s been shown, and to be the kind of man that can be trusted to guard your heart.

That level of passion, devotion, love can only ever be met in kind. This is why you do not hesitate to drop all pretenses– Why you pull him flush against you—body to body, heart against heart– Why you pour all of your sincerity into one simple promise, words that have become a well-loved refrain–

“No doubts—not now, not ever.”

–and seal it all with a sweet, lingering kiss.

Forever Kiss 🍃 It’s too Late to Catch Me (Because I’ve Already Fallen for You) || WC: 700~

“Still falling for me, even after all these years, huh?” Admittedly it’s not his best line, but Tetsurou figures he can be cut some slack given the fact that the person he loves more than anything almost lost their life to their own clumsy feet.

Okay, so he might be being a bit dramatic here—your fall probably would’ve only netted you a bruise at most—but having spent the better part of a year babysitting the well-meaning, but ultimately chaotic disaster humans that made up his old VBC has taught him to expect the worst from even the most minor of instances. But the what if’s are all immaterial in the end, he supposes, since they were not. He was there to catch you (albeit unwittingly, you’d kinda just fell into his chest as he was coming through the door) and your knees are safe and contusion free, so what more could either of you ask for?

Perhaps a lack of cheesy and ill-timed pick-up lines, if your unimpressed stare is anything to go by, but hey—you knew what you were signing up for from jump.

Though your face screws itself up into something thoroughly annoyed, for Tetsurou that has always translated as ridiculously adorable, so by his estimation it really shouldn’t surprise you that your expression does not garner the desired reaction.

His smirk is as unrepentant as ever as he pulls you more firmly against himself to press kiss after overly loud kiss across the breadth of your cheeks, only daring to capture your lips once their pout parts around reluctant burbles of laughter. It only takes a few pecks before you’re both in need of more, but he refuses to be the one to break. Holding on to his resolve when you’re whining so prettily for him—feeble hands curling into the fabric of his shirt and his name falling from your lips in a plea as you look up at him with those doe-like eyes—is a nearly impossible feat, but he manages if only just.

He tells you to use your words, but you decide that actions would serve you both better and honestly he couldn’t agree more. He bends easily under your insistent tugs, yielding control of the kiss readily only to snatch it back the moment you think you’ve gained some ground. When a need for oxygen forces you to part some long seconds later he’s pleased to see you thoroughly flustered and damn near drunk on his affections.

Gods, they’re always so beautiful, but seeing them like this? Breathtaking, truly… Though the thought is an overly sweet one, by the time it makes it out of his mouth, well…

“Gods, you’re so into me—simp.”

You scoff at that. “Says the man who’s still trying to win me over with dry ass pickup lines after damn near a decade of being together.”

“But did it work though?”

When you don’t bother with a reply beyond an exasperated roll of your eyes he counts it as a success. And said success, he decides, deserves a reward in the form of claiming your lips once again.

You don’t resist him despite the cut of your glance, with that soon falling away under the fluttering of lids. Tetsurou eyes follow suit with a soft exhale as he revels in the sweetness of the kiss. There is nothing demanding about the ministration, only the gentle give and take, the beauty that comes with intimate repetition.

When the pair of you part this time it’s with a soft sigh, but you don’t go far. Foreheads brace against one another as breaths are shared and heartbeats sync. The silence that follows is a comfortable one that the man is reluctant to break, and yet he feels compelled to speak just the same, to reassure you of his love just as you’ve done for him so many times throughout the years.

“I know I’m not the most conventional when it comes to showing it, but– I love you, ____. Far more than what you’ll probably ever know, honestly.”

His words leave your eyes syruping with emotion as you match his stare and devotion both. “You drive me crazy more often than not, but I really do love you for it. I love you, Tetsu. Always…”

“I know, baby, I know—and I never doubted it, not even for a second.”

Taglist (open to 18+ users ONLY): @therescrackinmytea​ ((sorry for the random tag, but I saw you were feeling a bit meh and I thought that this might cheer you up some))

© notepadsandtealeaves, 2022 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol…

#personally i feel like dating kuroo would see me osculating between being a blushing mess and wanting to headbutt something-- #--with that something 7/10 being him lmao #we'd either get on really well or constantly be at each other's throats (lovingly)--there's no in between #anyways... #((Immy does fan fiction: The Volleybaes)) #kuroo x reader #kuroo x gn reader #kuroo x gender neutral reader #kuroo x you #kuroo x y/n #kuroo imagine #kuroo scenarios #kuroo fanfic #kuroo fluff #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro fanfiction #kuroo tetsuro x you

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status: ongoing || updated: 12/21/21

|| byf | batboys tag | other m.lists | my ao3 | main blog ||

⚪️ all works are poc friendly. ⚪️ unless otherwise specified, all works are written with a gender neutral reader. ⚪️ unless otherwise specified, all damian x reader fics are written with an adult age (at least 18) damian. ⚪️ at current all works are sfw—the odd bit of innuendo/suggestive line notwithstanding—but that’ll probably change at some point lol. ⚪️ links marked with a ❣ lead to my main blog. ⚪️ links under the cut so as not to clutter up your dash/blog.

12 days of batmas

status: on hiatus until i get my holiday spirit back a-fuckin-gain ((fuck 2021, seriously))

rating: sfw with the occasional spicy-ish bit

cws/tws: any applicable warnings will be listed in their respective fills.

reader gender: neutral

characters: damian w. | dick g. | jay t. | tim d.

summary: p. much what it says on the tin. various hcs and scenarios about your favorite bats and their holiday habits.

links: tumblr | ao3

from the batboys, with love || valentines day event 2021

status: complete

rating: sfw fluffy-fluffs

cws/tws: any applicable warnings will be listed in their respective fills.

reader gender: neutral

characters: damian w. | dick g. | jay t. | tim d.

summary: just cute lil letters from your boys to you.

links: tumblr | ao3

single sentence prompts

status: on hiatus

rating: sfw fluff/general silliness with the occasional a dash of spice

cws/tws: any applicable warnings will be listed in their respective fills.

reader gender: female ((tho i’ll eventually add gn! and m!reader options too))

characters: damian w. | dick g. | jay t. | tim d.

summary: various shenanigans with the boys™

links: tumblr ❣ | ao3

damian wayne, rabbit whisperer

status: complete

series: single sentence prompts

rating: sfw fluff

cws/tws: none

reader gender: female ((at current; i plan on writing m- and gn!reader versions too))

additional characters: none

summary: animals just love the young mister wayne. || in which pet-sitting your friend’s bunny leads to a sweet scene between you and your man.

links: tumblr ❣ | ao3

kiss kiss, fall in love, pt.2

status: complete

series: autumn’s arrival

rating: sfw fluff (with one tiny bit of angst)

cws/tws: mentions of a grave and bloody injury (damian receiving), tho it’s not super graphic, just a brief mention of blood. also a v. brief mention of the shared mental trauma that results from said injury. again, i do not get super into it, but it is touched upon.

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: none

summary: a love story as told through kisses. || inspired by the arrival my favorite season

links: tumblr | ao3

no words needed

status: complete

series: single sentence prompts

rating: sfw fluff

cws/tws: marriage and kid’s mention, as in you and damian are married with a kid. also brief talks of how dames’ early childhood trauma are affecting his current relationships (it’s not as dark as it sounds, i promise lol).

reader gender: female ((at current; i plan on writing m- and gn!reader versions too))

additional characters: none

summary: in raising your daughter, he’s finding himself. || in which you have the honor of witnessing a sweet moment between your husband and your daughter.

links: tumblr ❣ | ao3

dating j. todd be like, pt. 1

status: complete

series: single sentence prompts

rating: sfw crack

cws/tws: none

reader gender: female ((at current; i plan on writing m- and gn!reader versions too))

additional characters: bonus background roy harper

summary: jason todd is a living conduit of chaotic relationship energy.

links: tumblr ❣ | ao3

revelations, or how the hell did we get here?

status: complete

series: n/a; a requested piece

rating: sfw, tho jay swears a lot because ofc he does

cws/tws: (unfounded) accusations of infidelity, and also marriage and kids mentions.

reader gender: female, per request

additional characters: nate and delielah todd (the requester’s ocs, tho the latter’s only mentioned)

summary: despite a very thorough investigation, nate comes to an absolute and extremely wrong conclusion. his father would be more insulted if he wasn’t so impressed…

links: tumblr

sasha, sasha, where for art thou sasha…

status: complete

series: single sentence prompts

rating: sfw flirty fluff

cws/tws: none, tho there is some suggestive talk and insinuations.

reader gender: female ((at current; i plan on writing m- and gn!reader versions too))

additional characters: none

summary: given how long you’ve been dating him, you probably should’ve seen this coming… || in which you’re dubiously rewarded for a complete lack of help lmao.

links: tumblr ❣ | ao3

say the word (practice makes perfect)

status: complete

series: single sentence prompts

rating: sfw… not exactly fluff, but fluff adjacent sweetness

cws/tws: pregnancy scares and resulting tears, but jay comforts reader through it.

reader gender: female ((at current; i plan on writing m- and gn!reader versions too))

additional characters: none

summary: just because you weren’t ready didn’t mean that you didn’t want it… || in which a pregnancy scare leads to talks of the future jay wants to build with you.

links: tumblr ❣ | ao3

the curious case of the girl in the library

status: complete

series: single sentence prompts

rating: sfw fluff

cws/tws: none

reader gender: female ((at current; i plan on writing m- and gn!reader versions too))

additional characters: tho this is technically a fill for dick, the story is told from damian’s pov.

summary: hide and seek shenanigans, with bonus dames and titus.

links: tumblr ❣ | ao3

whole

rating: sfw fluff

series: single sentence prompts

cws/tws: marriage mentions, and reader’s giving birth to her and dick’s kid, tho i don’t go into great detail.

reader gender: female ((at current; i plan on writing m- and gn!reader versions too))

additional characters: none

summary: you all click together, like the fitting of a puzzle’s pieces into place. || in which dick’s world is made whole with the birth of his son.

links: tumblr ❣ | ao3

maybe (love, once lost)

status: complete

series: n/a; written for my 200 followers event

rating: a sfw gut punch, it’s a h/c sour patch kid made up of angst and love lol

cws/tws: an unhappy/unhealthy relationship that leads to a potential breakup. also tim-typical self-destructive tendencies, tho tbh Reader’s not faring much better.

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: none

summary: in reaching the end of things you and tim find that the only way to move forwards is to go back to the start… || a breakup fic but not really because i left the ending open lol.

links: tumblr | ao3

of creepypastas and bo staffs

status: complete

series: single sentence prompts

rating: sfw fluff

cws/tws: none unless you count being freaked out by scary movies lol

reader gender: female ((at current; i plan on writing m- and gn!reader versions too))

additional characters: none

summary: a movie night goes awry. tim may or may not be banned from making the movie night selection for the foreseeable future…

links: tumblr ❣ | ao3

you and me both, babe

status: complete

series: single sentence prompts

rating: sfw fluff

cws/tws: reader’s married to tim and they’re gonna have a baby lol.

reader gender: female ((at current; i plan on writing m- and gn!reader versions too))

additional characters: none

summary: when you see an opportunity you take it. that’s one of the things he loves about you the most. || in which you ready yourself to give your hubby the big news.

links: tumblr ❣ | ao3

© notepadsandtealeaves, 2018-2022 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol…

#((Immy does fan fiction: the Batboys)) #my masterlists #damian wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader

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due to the recent influx of minors that can clearly read, but blatantly choose to ignore my wishes of them staying tf off of my blog anyway, blogs without a specified age will now be blocked as well.

read on if you want to know more, and also how to avoid the purge 2k22.

there’s just way too many disrespectful, lying people out there who want to pretend to be something their not, consequences (that will never affect them, but could VERY EASILY spell ruin for someone else) be damned, for me to feel comfortable with making this concession any longer. sorry to anyone of age that this affects, but that’s just the way it’s gotta be. my ao3 will always be opened, naturally, as they have their own age-gating system over there so that’s an alternative for anyone that’s of age but doesn’t want to share that info on tumblr. (tho if things get sketchy over there i’ll be restricting access to registered users only)

at the end of the week (feb.13) i’ll be going through and getting rid of anyone without an age in their bio/a pinned post so if you don’t wanna be purged™ then you might want to add that in. it doesn’t even have to be a specific age either, something like ‘20s’ is good enough for me. now i doubt that my content is worth the effort, minimal though it may be, but whatever lol.

blank blogs are still cool tho, providing there’s an age in the bio, anyways. this site makes ghosts of us all after a while, so i totally understand the urge to just consume without maintaining a proper blog—this place is exhausting.

is this a perfect system? no. will it stop people from lying? fuck no, but at least i’ll feel as if i’ve done my due diligence.

alright, that’s all i had to say folks, you may now carry on with your regularly scheduled tumbling.

#immy rants #there's no gd reason why i should have to keep saying this #it's literally at the top of all of my posts #it's in my bio #it's in my byf #it's EVERY-FUCKING-WHERE #but the kiddos won't listen and now we all have to live in the blender :/ #this fucking site gives me a gd headache i swear one of these days i'm just gonna delete it and be done with it #i'm barely even on here too much these days any way and when i do pop in i almost always end up irritated tbh #and these mf are getting bold af too btw #they legit have their /v. much NOT 18+) age in their bio and follow me anyway like??? #did you just not think i'd check or???? #anyways... #happy sunday folks! lmaoooo

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Asahi A. || It’s so Lovely, Loving You

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| ao3 version | asahi’s m.list | hq tag | other m.lists | main blog ||

☀ A songfic inspired by Khai Dreams’ “Sunkissed”.

“You know, I think my loving you was inevitable.”

A day in the life of a couple that is absolutely and ridiculously in love, set to music.

↠ Requested By: My undying love for this 2D man as well as this song ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW fluffy-fluff ((but my blog’s 18+ so if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ Chronology: Post time skip. ↠ CWs/TWs: A little touch of angst in the form of a memory. It’s nothing particularly triggering, imo—Reader’s remembering the time before getting with Asahi and the heartbreaks/failed relationships that went along with that—but since this is primarily a fluff piece I figured I’d give y’all a head’s up anyways. Also pet names for Reader (pretty baby, love) because that’s just how I, and by proxy Asa, rolls lol. ↠ We don’t need betas where we’re going. ((okay, so that’s a lie, but whatever lol)) ↠ Total WC: 3k~

So I wanted to try something a lil different this time around.

“Sunkissed” is absolutely one of my all-time favorite songs, and it’s always given me big Asahi vibes. Dk why, honestly—maybe it’s because I discovered both the song and the show around the same time? Either way, this thing’s been a long time coming so best not to delay it further with my rambling. (hopefully) Enjoy!!

So slowly a sunlit dream pulls me out of sleep Feel the morning through the blinds I get to thinking ‘bout your sunkissed face And a quiet place, I could give you all my time

Consciousness comes back to you in degrees.

The first thing you register is the errant beam of light that arcs over your eyes, compliments of blinds that were not closed so tightly as they should have been. It’s still early yet so the intrusion is a gentle one, not at all like the brilliant rays that had highlighted the whole of your dream.

That vivid otherworld had offered you two suns to choose from last night—one a blazing star, lightyears away and impervious to touch, the other dimpled cheeked with a tender smile and palms that fit perfectly against your own.

You and Asahi hadn’t gotten up to much, having only held each other as you basked in the summertime sun, bodies pressed close as you traded quiet words and giggles, but it was enough because you were together. That’s a thing that has become all too rare these days, unfortunately—that you cannot detect his presence behind you is testament to that.

You sigh a bit as you roll over into the space that he should’ve been occupying. Questing fingers run over cold sheets, and the small disturbance gives rise to a plume of a familiar scent (deep, woodsy notes cut through with citrus and something distinctly him), the only evidence that he’d ever been beside you.

Work has been busy for him and his muse is a fickle one besides, oftentimes dragging him from slumber with concepts and finishing touches that will elude him should he attempt to beg them off until a godlier hour. At this very moment he’s probably in his studio hunched over his tablet—chestnut locks pulled back into a sloppy ponytail, eyes bright, and stylus flying in graceful arcs over the screen—or maybe even wrist deep in fabrics and thread…

You find yourself smiling at the thought despite yourself. Waking up alone like this is never fun, but you cannot help but to love his passion, his drive–

You know I wanna be your rock, my love You know I wanna be your light In darkness, how you find me just in time To tell me what I needed to hear

–this is why you’re able to hold on to that smile, to the warmth that never fails to blossom in your chest at the mere thought of him, as you go through your morning routine. You may not have known exactly what loving Asahi would entail—couldn’t have known in full, not when you loved him from your youngest days, well before you actually knew what being in love meant or how deep your affections truly ran for the sweet, shy boy—but you do know that there is little you wouldn’t do for him, and he for you.

There are few absolutes that you hold to in this world, but the love that you and Asahi share is definitely at the top of that list. Even when things were at their grimmest neither of you ever dropped your arms. Whether it be spine to spine or hand in hand, you’ve always been there for one another with shoulders to cry on and ears to listen and hearts overflowing with adoration and acceptance.

In the end it always comes back to you and him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

So if you don’t know what you need // You can leave it all to me Don’t want you worried ‘bout a thing I know you’d do the same for me

When he still hasn’t appeared even after you’ve finished with breakfast you decide to load up a tray for two. The meal is a simple affair, being mostly comprised of leftovers with only the odd side and your drinks of choice being made fresh.

It takes him a moment to notice you standing in the doorway, but once he does–

“____, love! What are you doing up so early? You made breakfast? Thank you so much! But you know you didn’t have to. Did I wake you when I got up? I hope not, but if I did I’m sorry. Did you sleep well?”

The flurry of words is all but flung at you as he hastens over to meet you. He takes the tray from your hands, and the deluge pauses just long enough for him to press a lingering kiss against your temple. You’re quick to wave away his concerns, assuring him that there’s no need to worry or apologize. After all, there’s been more than one occasion when your own responsibilities saw your roles flipped, and never once did he complain about your narrowed focus or listening to you vent or all those late-night caffeine runs.

As he proceeds to set things up at his desk he tells you about the new designs that he’s been drafting. Apparently they came to him in a dream not too dissimilar to yours, and as a result flowing fabrics and loose cuts in shades that mimic the rising of a summertime sun are the hallmarks of this latest line.

You run a careful finger around the edges of one of the sketches, your touch feather-light as you listen. This one has been drawn traditionally, graphite put to paper in hurried but purposeful lines, as if he just barely managed to pin the thoughts as they came to him.

“I’m sure it’ll turn out beautiful,” you comment as you continue to admire his work.

“Doesn’t really have much of a choice—it’s inspired by you, after all.”

The comment has a somewhat absent air to it, as if it slipped from his mouth without any conscious thought on his part. When the words register some odd seconds later his cheeks darken, though he doesn’t feel the need to amend the sentence, especially when you’re kissing him so sweetly in reply.

‘Cause you’re so lovely // You’re so lovely I can’t help but fall for you, love When you love me It’s so lovely loving you // So lovely loving you

You put off your chores in lieu of watching him work.

He’s truly a marvel to witness when he’s in his element like this. There are no worries or stresses to weigh down his broad shoulders, no expectations or preconceptions to cloud his thoughts and perceptions—there’s only the comfort of a well-loved task and the unbridled joy that comes with creation.

He talks you through his process, a habit developed long ago when he was still trying to familiarize himself with the more technical aspects of design. You’re only half listening in truth, with your mind not really holding on to the words that he says, but more so the cadence of his voice, the contentment that seems to light him from within. He knows this of course, can tell quite easily with just one glance at your glazed eyes and love-sick grin, but you know he doesn’t mind. He’s just happy to share the space and this time with him most loved person, and you are too.

The sun sits high in the sky now, nearly at its zenith, leaving the whole of the studio drenched in its cosmic warmth. Golden rays make halos and refracted rainbows of the most innocuous objects, though its best work was done weeks ago.

The season has long since sunk into skin and hair both to leave Asahi suitably sun-kissed. With his lightened locks and darkened, freckled complexion you cannot help but to find him especially striking in this moment–

Beautiful, breathtaking, lovely—and, by some wonderful twist of fate, all yours.

So softly a tender breeze brush against my knees On a summer afternoon I get to thinking ‘bout the hazy days Under August shade that I used to spend with you

This hasn’t always been your reality, however.

As the pair of you finally prepare to face the day properly, your mind unwittingly wanders back to days long passed. Honestly you’re not entirely sure what triggers the memories; maybe it’s the color of Asahi’s top, that vivid yet somewhat milky blue that’s so similar to the ocean that had kept you a part for so long.

You had always encouraged him to follow his dreams wherever they took him—that this saw him trading in your sleepy prefecture’s lazy pace for the rapid beat of an insomniac city was saddening, but not completely unexpected. He was talented, and whether it knew it or not, the whole of the world was just waiting for him to arrive; meanwhile you had your own calling and aspirations, though scholarships had left you landlocked. But even with the added challenges of time zones and hectic schedules, you’d both promised one another that you wouldn’t allow yourselves to drift too far apart, and while your heart could never truly forget, practicality did demand that you move on–

Or rather they did—an amalgamation of friends, family, and acquaintances that thought their relationship with you, no matter how tenuous, gave them a right to an opinion on the matter. They constantly reminded you that growing up inevitably meant growing apart, never mind the fact that four years was a long time to wait for anyone–

“Especially when you know he won’t do the same. What, you think he’s sitting in his room on the other side of the world pining for you and counting down the days? Seriously?”

Their words had hounded you just as readily as your regret over never telling him how you truly felt. And so you had done your best to move on as bade, to function, to make a life for yourself that did not include Asahi as a central feature. You’d been able to convince yourself that it was working for a while, though your partners weren’t likewise deluded. They could feel it in the way your hand never fully felt at home in theirs, could see it in the way your eyes seemed to look past them, through them.

They were forced to live in the shadow of a man they’d never met, while you yourself were reduced to an ever transit figure, one that couldn’t decide if it wanted to languish in the present or live in the past. On winter nights when you were in their arms you mind was miles away, under a shady tree with a balmy breeze tickling at your exposed skin as you reveled in the deep, rolling laugh that sounded out from beside you. When they took you out for ice cream and sunset walks you were lost to memories of crystallized breath and watching the pale dawning of a new day with your own personal sun at your back.

With your heart so far removed from it all, it was no great surprise that things always ended up falling apart. With each new failed relationship you felt yourself crumble a little bit more, and what was worse was that you had no one but yourself to blame. You’d not only broken your own heart, but those of your partners as well, and all because you didn’t have the courage to tell the person whom it (and you—always, fully, truly) belonged to how you felt.

I didn’t realize it was all I wanted, what I had My riddled heart I had to cradle back together just to see It’s all like magic to me // You do magic, baby // When you love me

As if he can read your mind, Asahi comes over and bundles you up into his arms. Back to chest, he pulls you in close, the arms now secured around your middle giving your shaky hands something to hold on to as he allows his head to come and rest atop your own.

“No bad thoughts here, pretty baby,” he tells you as he nuzzles into your hair, “not now, not ever…”

He allows his words to taper off into hum, taking up a vaguely familiar tune that you can’t quite place as he slowly rocks you from side to side. The gentle, repetitious motion pulls you out of your downward spiral and you soon find yourself melting into his embrace. As you sway in time to this unnamed melody the desperation that had fueled your grip is traded in for something softer, but just as urgent—a showing of a love that you could never hope to contain.

This is what he does to you, for you…

Asahi’s always been so gentle with you, patient and far kinder than you often felt you deserved. When he’d finally come back home and found the shell of a person you’d become he hadn’t hesitated to help you piece yourself back together. What’s more he loved you through it all—first as a friend, and later as so much more.

It’s like magic, you think, the way he never fails to find beauty in all things, not least of all you.

You’re so lovely // I can’t help but fall for you, love When you love me It’s so lovely loving you // So lovely loving you

“You know, I think my loving you was inevitable.”

You can feel Asahi shift underneath you, no doubt in search of comfort that the thin blanket won’t provide. You had proposed packing things in once your impromptu picnic date had wound down, but he had been adamant about watching the sunset together–

“How long has it been since you’ve seen one? I mean really sat down and took it all in, watched as the light fades out and the blue gives way to a peachy ombré before darkening into the dusk of twilight?”

It had been easy to indulge him when he was looking at you with those eyes—their dusky depths swirling with a wonderment that was just as at home amongst the contours of his handsome face as it had been when he was just a round-cheeked kid—not that you’ve ever been good at denying him much of anything.

In the now his fingers dance along the length of your spine as he lets out an inquisitive hum. Taking the sound for the invitation that it is you continue on.

“Yeah, I mean… I dunno, you’re just”—everything that’s wonderful and beautiful and right in this universe, in my world—“so easy to fall for. Honestly it’d be weird if I didn’t love you.”

That last bit leaves you both giggling, but his reply (“The same can be said about you, love.”) sees you burrowing more deeply into his chest as you try to hide your flustered state.

Your man’s hands falter in their movements before falling still completely as he gathers his thoughts. “I don’t know if I believe in fate or not, or if soulmates are an actual thing, or if there really is a collection of cosmic beings out there that helps to govern our existence, but… I’m forever grateful for whatever force it was that put you in my life and gave me the chance to love and be loved by you.”

Asahi’s always been a very sincere person, heart-achingly so, and it’s one of the things you admire most about him. Even with how tender his own heart is he never hesitates to share it with those he holds dear, though none have ever had the honor of being so close to it, or him, as you. It’s always been this way between you, even before he was yours in full; there was little he wouldn’t share with you, and once you’d both made your feelings known those final barriers were cast away without so much as a second thought.

That he trusts you with something so precious—fully believing that you will treat him with all due love, care, and respect—is as humbling as it is heartening.

You can feel your chest tightening with a bevy of emotions that quickly crowd the limited space, tumbling over one another and pressing outwards to fill the whole of your being. They settle behind your eyes, warming them with unshed tears; they flow down into the hands that curl against him with a near frantic need; they push past the lips that part around a three word declaration before cuddling against the warmth of his waiting pair.

In the face of this outpouring of love the sun’s setting becomes little more than an afterthought…

So slowly a sunlit dream pulls me out of sleep Feel the morning through the blinds I turn my head to meet your sunkissed face In this quiet place I can give you all my time

The sun wakes you with is rising just as it had the day prior. Unlike yesterday, however, there’s a warm body beside you.

When you turn to face him you’re pleasantly surprised to find Asahi already awake, though given the slow drag of his smile you know it’s a recent development. He’s all syrupy eyes and sun-tarnished skin and sleep-mussed hair… The early hour never fails to soften him, transforming his usually devastatingly handsome features into something more boyish, a callback to the soft-spoken teen you’d fallen for all those years ago.

His arms tighten around you as he greets you with a voice raspy with disuse, and the added bass leaves you shivering in his grasp; your reply comes in the form of a reciprocating squeeze paired with a lingering kiss pressed to his exposed collarbone. You burrow deeper into the covers then, into him, tucking your head in against his chest in search of that metronomic beat that you love so well. The pair of you stay like this for a long while, finding your comfort in simply holding one another and being held in turn. Eventually the day will demand its due, but in the here and now, silhouetted by the sky’s hazy glow and swaddled in blankets and love, you’re content to take your time in every sense of the phrase–

Because as far as you’re concerned the day can never really end, not when you’ve got the sun wrapped up in your arms like this…

Taglist (open to 18+ users only): @screamin-abt-haikyuu (aka my Asahi loving ride or die lol)

© notepadsandtealeaves, 2022 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol…

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status: ongoing || updated: 2/5/22

|| byf | hq tag | hq m.list | other m.lists | ao3 | main blog ||

⚪️ given how much i write for asa, it’s only right that he gets his own post lol. ⚪️ everything here is poc friendly! ⚪️ unless otherwise specified, all works are written with a gender neutral reader. ⚪️ unless otherwise specified, all works are written post time skip, meaning that all the characters are whole ass adults. ⚪️ content ranges from sfw fluff to straight up smut, and this is an 18+ blog besides, so minors need to stay away. if you are not of age, but still want to consume my sfw works then head over to my ao3. ⚪️ also i don’t work with a beta so… yeah lmao. ⚪️ links under the cut so as not to clutter up your blog/dash.

a bit of random hq thirst

i would say ‘no thoughts, head empty’, but head is v. full of whoreknee thoughts about some of my favorite hq boys…

series: a thot’s thoughts

rating/work type: short, nsfw musings

cws/tws: oral/fingering as well as penetrative sex (reader receiving).

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: h. iwaizumi | i. matsukawa | t. aone | k. bokuto | daichi s. | s. meian

summary: a thirst post, plain and simple lol

total wc: 200~

⚪️ links: tumblr | ao3

“i refuse to let you talk about yourself like that!”

self-depreciation? yeah—we don’t do that here.

series: n/a; written for my 200 follower event

rating/work type: sfw drabbles

cws/tws: there’re small bouts of self-doubt/self-deprecation (asahi); it’s nothing too deep, but there all the same.

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: t. aone | t. yamaguchi

summary: in which you refuse to entertain these boys’ nonsense.

total wc: ~1.3k

⚪️ links: tumblr | ao3

it’s so lovely, loving you

“you know, i think my loving you was inevitable.”

series: n/a; written because am a soft girl™ for asa

rating/work type: sfw songfic; mostly fluff, tho there is a touch of angst b/c that’s just the way i’m built, apparently lol

cws/tws: that angst i mentioned before comes in the form of a memory, tho it’s nothing particularly triggering, imo; reader’s remembering the time before getting with asahi and the heartbreaks/failed relationships that went along with that.

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: n/a

summary: a day in the life of a couple that is absolutely and ridiculously in love, set to music. || inspired by khai dream’s “sunkissed”

total wc: 3k~

⚪️ links: tumblr | ao3

liar, liar…

cuddles with asahi are what dreams are made of.

…under normal circumstances you’re more than happy to be his humanoid teddy bear—however, comma, these are most assuredly not normal circumstances.

series: n/a; written for my 200 followers event

rating/work type: sfw one-shot

cws/tws: koshi sugawara is warning all by himself. none for you, dear reader, tho best boy could’ve done with a head’s up.

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: special appearance by one mr. sugawara >.>

summary: in which your darling lover is totally, very much not afraid at all—where’d you get such a silly idea?? || prequel to …pants on fire

total wc: 2.3k~

⚪️ links: tumblr | ao3

…pants on fire

“be my safety blanket?”

though the words seem innocent enough the way his hand squeezes at your hip says otherwise…

series: a thot’s thoughts

rating/work type: a cute lil nsfw one-shot

cws/tws: peep the in story note for the thirst tags

reader gender: f!, gn!, and m!reader options available

additional characters: n/a

summary: in which you and your lover find a way to keep the bad dreams at bay. || sequel to liar, liar…

total wc: 3.3-3.5k

⚪️ links: f!reader | gn!reader | m!reader | ao3

kiss kiss, fall in love

it feels right to be up this close in tight wind it feels right to notice all the shiny things about you –lines depicting simple happiness || p. gizzi

series: autumn’s arrival

rating/work type: a sfw collection of fluffy drabbles

cws/tws: some v. light angst (*cough*the Date Tech Incident*cough*), but it’s got a sweet ending so it balances out, i think.

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: n/a

summary: a love story as told through kisses…

total wc: 4k~

⚪️ links: tumblr | ao3

love you like i do || (former) third years edition

can we just take a moment to appreciate the ways these boys love on you?

series: love you like i do

rating/work type: (really long) sfw hcs

cws/tws: there’s some talk of anxiety and generally dark thoughts—the former on both asa and reader’s part, the latter solely on reader’s part—tho it’s not super detailed. i partitioned it off with a ‼ so that it’s easy to avoid. also canon-typical rudeness/disrespek towards my boy >:(

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: daichi s. | k. sugawara

summary: just little ways they show their love for you. part hcs, part character studies, part relationship origin stories…

total wc: ~1.8k

⚪️ links: tumblr | ao3

nsfw abcs

…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…

series: a thot’s thoughts

rating/work type: (really long) nsfw hcs

cws/tws: peep the in-story notes for any applicable warnings

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: n/a

summary: tbh it’s literally just me lusting after mister azumane for 26 letters lol.

total wc: 17.3k~

⚪️ links: tumblr | ao3

snow day? snow day!!

no matter your chosen beau or belle, or how the day plays out, it’ll always end the same: the pair of you curled up together under a blanket, warm drinks in hand to chase away the chill from your bones, and a smile on your lips and you bask in the afterglow of a snow day well spent.

series: winter wonderland ((m.list, as well as further works, pending))

rating/work type: short, hcs-type-deals

cw/tws: crow-typical chaos lol

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: the whole of the karasuno crew

summary: a set of hcs about how i think a snow day with your favorite crow would play out.

total wc: 1.7k~

⚪️ links: tumblr || ao3

steeped in love

his love is like the warmth that seeps into your hands as you cradle a steaming mug, his kiss that very first sip of your favorite blend…

series: steeped in love ((m.list, as well as further works, pending))

rating/work type: more (really long) sfw hcs

cws/tws: allusions to asahi’s dad being a traditionalist prick. it’s a v. brief mention, but I thought I’d give y’all a head’s up just in case.

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: n/a

summary: a series of relationship hcs based around cute, tea-themed prompts.

total wc: ~11.6k

⚪️ links: tumblr | ao3

taglist (open to 18+ users only): @sakhimeansfriend​

© notepadsandtealeaves, 2021-2022 || please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. and for the love of god keep it away from youtube and tiktok lol…

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a thot’s thoughts 💦 || a thirsty ass m.list

status: ongoing || last updated: 1/20

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| byf | other m.lists | my ao3 | main blog ||

💦 THIS IS NOT A PLACE FOR MINORS. i know you little shits never listen, but that won’t stop me from saying it. 💦 everything i write is poc friendly! 💦 unless otherwise specified, all works are written with a gender neutral reader. 💦 all characters within are whole ass adults (i.e. at least 18, but usually in their 20s). 💦 this is a multi-fandom list. fandoms include: hq, rdr, with more to come! 💦 links under the cut so as not to clutter up your blog/dash.

the volleybaes || haikyuu!!

note: works are posted in alphabetical order by character.

asahi a. || nsfw abcs

…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…

work type: (really long) hcs

cws/tws: various; peep the in story notes for any applicable warnings

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: n/a

summary: tbh it’s literally just me lusting after mister azumane for 26 letters lol

total wc: 17.3k~

💦 links: tumblr | ao3

asahi a. || …pants on fire

“be my safety blanket?”

though the words seem innocent enough the way his hand squeezes at your hip says otherwise…

in which you and your lover find a way to keep the bad dreams at bay.

work type: a cute lil nsfw one-shot

cws/tws: various; peep the in story note for the thirst tags

reader gender: f!, gn!, and m!reader options available

additional characters: n/a

summary: in which you and your lover find a way to keep the bad dreams at bay. || sequel to liar, liar…

total wc: 3.3-3.5k

💦 links: f!reader | gn!reader | m!reader | ao3

k. bokuto || say my name

“i know you know it, sweetheart—so say it. say my fucking name, right the fuck now.”

he’ll get what he wants—even if he has to fuck it out of you…

work type: one shot

cws/tws: various; peep the in story notes for any applicable warnings

reader gender: neutral

additional characters: n/a

summary: you ever just want bo to bully you a bit as he snaps your spine like a glow stick, but like in a low-key loving way? because same.

total wc: 2.3k~

💦 links: tumblr | ao3

various hq characters || a bit of random hq thirst

i would say ‘no thoughts, head empty’, but head is v. full of whoreknee thoughts about some of my favorite hq boys…

nothing much, just short lil bits of thirst.

work type: lil thirst stimulating imagines

cws/tws: no real warnings, but peep the in story notes for specifics

reader gender: neutral

characters: asahi a. | h. iwaizumi | i. matsukawa | t. aone | k. bokuto | daichi s. | s. meian

summary: i woke up parched and this was the result lol

total wc: 1.8k~

💦 links: tumblr | ao3

the yeehaws || red dead redemption

note: works are posted in alphabetical order by character.

also—at current, all works are javier-centric and all links lead to my main blog where these works were originally posted.

javier e. || nsfw abcs

dear mister escuella, please be real.

sincerely, a simp

no seriously. i’m gonna need you to get on that shit.

work type: long hcs accompanied by ficlets (and occasionally full length works)

cws/tws: various; peep the in story note for any applicable warnings

reader gender: mostly neutral, tho there are a few with f! and m!reader options as well

additional characters: n/a

summary: these are ultimately my attempts to better understand javier as a character through sex and intimacy, so expect just as much exposition as thirst.

total wc: ~69k ((nice lmao))

💦 links: tumblr | ao3

javier e. || what you want, what you need

“oh fuck you, escuella.”

“you’d best watch that mouth of yours, mi amor. just because daddy-dearest can’t take you over his knee anymore doesn’t mean your papi won’t.”

((the ‘papi’ use is meant to be sarcastic, ffs lmao…))

work type: one shot

cws/tws: it’s been a hot minute since i last read this, but from what i remember (there might be other stuff that isn’t listed here, so please be mindful as you read)… delayed orgasm, light bdsm, slight ropeplay maybe??, spanking, praise kink, slight voice kink, rough sex

reader gender: f! and m!reader options as this was written long ago; but i plan on doing a rewrite so a neutral reader is in the works!

additional characters: n/a

summary: a modern au in which javi’s s/o gets a little too hands-y at a party. in return he’ll make sure that they get what they deserve before they get what they need.

total wc: 4.8-5.5k

💦 links: f!reader | m!reader | ao3

© notepadsandtealeaves, 2021-2022 || please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. and for the love of god keep it away from youtube and tiktok lol…

#finally made a post for all my smut pieces--/you're welcome/ lmao #((Immy does fan fiction: The Volleybaes)) #((Immy does fan fiction: The Yeehaws)) #((💦 posts)) #my masterlists

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I've been following your main forever, and following you on ao3 and just recently realized you were the same person 🤦🏼‍♀️ but anyways wanted to let you know I love your writing- you're literally the reason I got into the batboys lol

Really??

Well one, thank you--for both your kind words, and also for putting up with the dumpster fire that is my main for so long (and also sorry lmao. And secondly, hello and welcome to the, ahem, ~more bespoke~ dumpster fire! I haven't been the best about cross posting/promoting my writing blog so I'm sure there's still a grip of people that haven't made the connection yet; probably doesn't help matters that my work's essentially under 3 different user names lol.

And really? That's so cool!! Tbh I only got into the fandom myself because at the time I had recently replayed one of the Arkham games and was obsessed with Jaybird; read a bunch of stuff on here and fell in love with the rest of the boys and yeah! It's a p. chill fandom (at least from my fringe experience)--I hope you've been able to likewise enjoy your stay...

#finding out you're the reason someone gave a fandom a chance is always *chef's kiss* #gives you a hit of those good happiness hormones lol #but anyways… #asks answered

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Asahi A. || Not-SFW ABCs A Thot’s Thoughts 💦

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| ao3 version | hq tag | m.lists | main blog ||

↠ 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.

Aftercare || What they’re like after sex.

Though Asahi is an absolute pro when it comes to aftercare, it takes him a minute to actually get to it. Given how, ahem, thorough he is during each session this shouldn’t really come as a surprise.

Unless there’s a pressing need, he’s gonna pull you in for a little afterglow cuddle session. Even though you’ve just completed an act that brings you as close to oneness as any two beings can be, he cannot help but to crave the contact. Sex is a very intense and intimate thing for him, and it always leaves this soft and precious man well inside his feelings. He tends to get a bit clingy afterwards, ngl, but it’s so sweet and endearing that I promise you that you won’t mind it at all—in fact you’ll come to crave it just as much as he does after your first session or your money back! That’s the Immy Guarantee™!

His hands will skate along the sweat-dampened skin of your back, tracing nonsensical patterns in the mist there as he tries to will his still pounding heart to sync up with yours. Though he babbles a lot during the act itself, he has a tendency to go silent afterwards; like, even if you’re talking to him he’s more opt to reply with little contented hums and huffs, maybe the occasional word or short sentence. It would probably be a little off-putting if you weren’t so close to one another.

If you’ve gotten to this point in your relationship then you’re well aware of his tendency towards reticence. At the end of the day Asahi’s v. much a thinker; for better or for worse he spends a good portion of his time living in his head, and you know this. Naturally you’re the one person he’s most open/vocal around, but even with you he oftentimes falls back into old habits, if only for the comfort factor of it all. He loves the fact that he can just exist with you, can totally be himself without fear of judgement or unwanted commentary. Even if you don’t always understand his habits, you get him, and really that’s the most important thing.

If you were to ever ask him what he’s thinking during these quiet moments the answer will always be a simple “You.” If you ask him to elaborate because, yanno, that’s hella vague, he’ll just toss you a dreamy little smile before saying, “Us, our future, everything… I want it all and I want it with you.” ((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 ;n;))

But back to the HC at hand.

Once he’s caught his breath he’ll leave you swaddled up in blankets with a bottle of water and an after-sex snack of your choosing as he gets the bathroom ready for the cleanup. Depending on what you want, he’s either running a bath—complete with all of the fixings—or getting the shower set up. Either way he’s joining you—yanno, providing you aren’t adamant about bathing alone for whatever reason. If you’ve chosen the bath, be prepared to get a nice rub down while you soak; he’ll also wash your hair (and the rest of you, too) if you want. And please, for the love of all that is good and holy, return the favor. He absolutely adores the way your fingers feel on his sudsy skin, and if you bury them in his wet locks?

Bruh.

He’s gone, past tense, deceased. Here lies Asahi Azumane, cause of death: intense relaxation via the love of his life’s magic fingers.

Tho his hands will be all over you, don’t expect anything to pop off unless you initiate it. He’s really just looking to be close to you at this point, but if you were to express the desire for something a bit more involved he wouldn’t be opposed.

Showers p. much run along the same lines, with the only major change being that you’ll probably get done faster since you don’t have the luxury/comfort of sitting. They do make any potential second rounds easier tho since you don’t have to worry about trying to keep the floor dry—but like also have fun trying to keep your balance lol.

Regardless of whatever you do or do not get up to in the bathroom, you’re getting carried back to your bedroom, no exceptions. Tbh, the only real say you have in the matter is if it’s piggyback, princess, or koala style lol. ((and yes, my dear royal, he can pick you up, because he’s v. big and v. strong and v. fictional more’s the gd pity, and also because these are my HCs and I say so, so there)) He’s gonna plop you down in the chair that you’re now fairly certain he purchased for the sole purpose of giving you somewhere comfortable to sit while he changes the sheets. If you tried out something new during the session, this’ll be the time you discuss it/what you did and did not like/etc.; other than that it’s just general chatter or comfortable silences, it all just depends on the vibes.

Once he’s got that squared away he’s gonna pick you up again and tuck you both between the crisp sheets. He’s definitely the type to use the chill that has yet to be driven away as an excuse for you to curl around one another, the silly man. As if anyone needs an excuse to get cozy with a human teddy bear like himself lol. His preferred positioning is really anything that either leaves you directly on top of him or with him curled up around you, but honestly he isn’t too picky; so as long as you’re close he’s content, so chose whichever configuration suits you best.

No matter how you finally choose to settle down, his steadily deepening breaths and the metronomic beat of his heart will be the thing that lulls you into yet another restful night’s sleep.

Body Part || Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s.

On himself it’s probably his shoulders/back—well the whole of his torso, really, but those two areas especially.

For as long as he can remember people have always been annoyingly vocal about their opinions on his appearance, be that good or bad. But regardless of which side of the fence they land on no one can deny the fact that he’s big. Sure he’s v. tall—I personally canon him to top out at 6’3”, but even his canon height of 6’1” is far above the national average—but what’s more, he’s broad. Asahi is just a thick ass boy, with his heavy musculature and those wideset shoulders and broad chest… Smfh, shit don’t make no gd sense, what he doing with all that body??

…right, anyways! Dude’s an absolute unit and a thirst trap besides, and while there are still those out there that find his build to be intimidating, there are even more that, ahem, greatly appreciate the impressive silhouette that he cuts.

The few partners (term used loosely here, as those relationships didn’t amount to much) he’s had as well as the more bold among his admirers have all expressed their admiration of his form as well they should. His broad shoulders, perfectly toned arms, and Greek god-esque torso—good god, his V-cut is dangerous, like that shit should legit be illegal—are all just *chef’s kiss* Beach days/anything else that gets him topless are an absolute blessing that will leave you believing in a higher power if you don’t already because there’s no gd way that a man like that exists purely by happenstance.

As he’s gotten older he’s learned to not put too much stock into the opinions of others, but he has to admit that he doesn’t really mind such talk. Hell, it’s flattering if nothing else—even if it does leave him flustered all to be damned. He’s worked damn hard to obtain and maintain his physique, and while he does this primarily for himself, well…

There’s nothing wrong with others enjoying the fruits of his labor, yeah? Especially if it’s you we’re talking about.

He’s long since developed an appreciation for these parts of his body, but it’s what they do for you specifically that really makes them stand out in his eyes. One of the things that absolutely does it for him is when you snuggle into him for various reasons. Whether you’re seeking comfort after a bad day, looking for a cuddle session, or in need of sleep, you always end up wrapped up in his arms with your head pillowed against his chest. His heartbeat has served as your own personal lullaby far more times than either of you can count, and that just hits with him, like…

For you feel comfortable enough with him to not only share such a gentle, intimate moment, but to also be able to relax enough to fall asleep? That is everything to him. It’s a level of trust and intimacy that he’s never had with a partner before and he just… He falls a little bit deeper for you every time it happens—in fact he almost (definitely) tears up a lil those first few times, ngl lol.

And when he’s inside of you, hips pressed flush and cock buried so deep that neither of you can tell where one ends and the other begins, your hands always make their way to his back. His shoulders serve as anchor and attraction, with the feeling of his muscles bunching and releasing with the rolling snap of each thrust driving you ever closer to the edge as such a display of his raw power is wont to do. The length of his back is always converted into your own personal scratching post when the pleasure becomes too much and you desperately need an outlet for the tension. The sting of your nails biting into his flesh only adds to his pleasure, honestly (as does seeing you go feral for his dick, fuck if he doesn’t absolutely love that shit) so don’t be shy about digging in.

He wears the resulting scratches with a quiet pride; he’s not one to flaunt your bedroom activities to even his closest friends, but if anyone were to see the angry, raised red lines that litter the expanse of his back, well… His replying blush would be well at odds with the little self-satisfied smirk that pulls at his lips. His making you feel so damn good that you’re reduced to such a base, nearly bestial state will always be one of his greatest accomplishments.

Now if it’s your body that we’re talking about then his favorite area’s gotta be the neck.

In the same way you seek your comfort out in his arms/pressed against the beat of his heart, he finds his own when his head is tucked away in the space between your shoulder and jaw. He loves to bury his nose against your soft skin and inhale your scent, cannot get enough of the way you squirm and giggle as he peppers a flurry of kisses (as well as the occasional nip, if he’s feeling especially teasing) to the delicate column. Another thing that he really likes doing is pressing his lips against your pulse point and just lingering? Idk why, I just feel it in my heart that that’s something he does lol. He finds it super comforting for whatever reason; it’s almost as if he’s reminding himself that you’re here with him—safe, sound, and happy.

And when the world is getting on top of him, when invasive thoughts and insecurities that he’s yet to vanquish in full start to hound him, that little cubby becomes a place of solace and safety for him. It doesn’t matter what your size is in comparison to his, you’re always gonna be his port in any storms that life forces him to weather. He’ll just tuck his head in there, breathe deeply, and wait for the steady beat of your heart to calm him. Sometimes he’ll talk, others he’ll listen to your reassurances, and others still you’ll both lay there silently offering succor and accepting it in turn. In any event, make sure that you play with his hair, it’ll help to relax the both of you.

On the less innocent side of things—dude really likes to mark up your neck.

It’s always the quiet/shy ones that be the biggest freaks lmao. And while Asahi isn’t the most out there when it comes to such things, he has found that he has a bit of a possessive streak on him. Nothing soothes that particular itch quite like seeing the evidence of his pointed attentions speckled across the thin skin there. Everything from hickeys to actual bite marks are fair game, tho the latter will always be done by accident; he does like biting, but not that hard. Friction burns are also a thing that’ll occasionally happen thanks to his face scruff, but he’s usually mindful enough that it isn’t something you have to deal with on the regular.

He gets that this isn’t everybody’s thing, so if you’re opposed he’ll abstain, but if you are down… Best to invest in a lot of scarves and high-necked tops, maybe some concealer too for good measure lol…

Cum || Anything to do with cum basically…

CW for talks of unprotected sex. Also cum. Lots and lots of cum talk, tho that’s to be expected considering lol…

It should first be said that Asahi’s favorite place to cum will always be inside you. Mouth, ass, cunt (if you’re in possession of one)—it’s all good to him. Doing so in a condom isn’t nearly as satisfying a way to finish as it is when he’s hitting it raw, but he understands the safety aspect, and he’ll always respect your boundaries besides. Tho once you do allow him to abandon the wrap…

You’re gonna be in for it for the next month at least.

Dude’s gonna be so drunk off of the feel of your walls wrapping around him without that added layer that he’s not gonna be able to control himself. Expect to be filled up to the brim and beyond with his cum. And he cums a lot. The phrase ‘paint your walls’ was made for this man specifically lol. His loads are thick and almost startlingly white, and there’s always so damn much every damn time… Seriously it shouldn’t be possible for him to produce that much cum that frequently/consistently, and yet…

He loves watching it drip out of you in a viscous stream, your thoroughly fucked-out body—overly-sensitive and still twitching from the lingering vestiges of your last orgasm—pushing it from your quivering hole in steady pulses. If you let him he’ll gladly gather it up on his fingers and push it back in just to watch it come sliding out again, a thing he’ll be hella embarrassed about once the sex fog lifts from his brain. He’s never considered himself overly kinky per se, and honestly this isn’t even that out there, but he’s self-conscious about it either way so please—even if you’re not a fan—don’t tease him about it.

Dirty Secret || Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.

This isn’t a ‘dirty secret’ so much as it’s just embarrassing for him, and thusly he’s determined to take it to his grave, but… He’s an avid pillow humper—or, well, he used to be before you came along.

Dude wasn’t even getting so much as a kiss in high school since half of the people there were terrified of him while the other half didn’t think he was worth pursuing for various bullshit reasons (their loss, I say). Once his college years came around and he finally started dating he wasn’t exactly the type to get too into the physical stuff too quickly. He wanted to make sure that his partner was interested in him as a man and not just in it for his body, yanno?

It took him a long time to be comfortable enough for anything more than some heavy petting, and even then it never really went beyond hand stuff. As a result Asahi’s an absolute fingering god, btw; he can and will reduce to you to a puddle with little more than a few pointed movements of those ridiculously long digits, but I digress, so let’s move on.

So yeah, sex wasn’t really a thing he was having prior to you, albeit by choice, but he still had his needs and that’s where the pillow came in lol. Fairly early on he found that he preferred audios to visual porn, so after grabbing a pillow, he’d queue up a few of those, pop in his earbuds, and get to it. Even with a good amount of lube the act would become uncomfy (not to mention messy) fairly quickly, so he’d usually end up fisting his cock somewhere towards the middle of things. The added buffer gave him something a bit nicer to thrust into while he ground his way to completion. Right before he came he’d always be sure to flip over so as not to ruin the pillow completely—not that it really made much of a difference given how much he leaked even before spilling, but yeah lol.

He was so glad when he was finally able to give up this particular habit if for no other reason than he didn’t have to try to sneak his cum pillow into the wash at o’dark-thirty anymore lmao…

Experience || How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?

Tho he has had a few encounters prior to settling down with you, it was nothing too extensive. As I said literally in the last letter, things never really got too far beyond the heavy petting phase.

Aside from fingering/hand jobs and the like, any and all real experience he acquired either through the few bits of visual porn he consumed, over-sharing conversations with The Boys™, or from trial and error with you. This made for some awkward situations here and there, but honestly I think it would be kind of fun helping him learn or fumbling through together if you were just as inexperienced.

As a result his skills are very you-centric (dude can, no lie, take you apart in five minutes or less lol), but it’s just as well as he doesn’t plan on giving you up anytime soon—or ever, really—if he can help it.

Favorite Position || This goes without saying.

Brief talk of breeding kinks and implied impregnation attempts, Reader’s gender be damned lol.

↠ This precious sap is an absolute sucker for missionary.

He knows that it’s v. vanilla of him, but like… it just hits on so many levels. The closeness, the intimacy, his being able to see your every expression, and then there is the whole size kink thing that he’s got going on lmao. Even if you’re of a comparable stature or larger than him it doesn’t really matter; in his eyes you’ll always look so small, sweet, and vulnerable when you’re underneath him like this. Having you desperately holding on to him—arms anchored around his neck and legs wrapped snugly around his hips as you urge him to take you impossibly deeper, with your whimpers, moans, and sighs rising up to soothe his eager ears? Yeah, that shit’s *chef’s kiss*

↠ In a similar vein he loves a good mating press.

Or really any position that allows him to take you nice and deep, but mating presses are especially favored, because again—eye contact. He absolutely lives for watching your face contort under the strain of your bliss. Dilated pupils that eclipse nearly the whole of your irises, the wrinkle of your brow, the way your pretty lips part around pants and words of praise (or if you’re fucked-out enough, the way your tongue lolls out of your mouth, liquid leaking from the corners of lips and eyes both as you succumb to the pleasure that’s wracking your frame), and the light sheen of sweat the covers the whole of your skin…

…needless to say his taking you like this puts him in a mood lol.

He’s not usually one for especially involved dirty talk (intentionally, that is; but with how much he talks during he does it a lot without thinking lol), but the minute he’s got your legs pressed up against your chest absolute filth pours out of his mouth. He’ll swear up and down that he does not have a breeding kink, but his constant promises to fill you up until your body has no choice but to submit and make you even more his says otherwise lmao. He doesn’t even care if it’s actually possible or not, won’t even remember half of what he’s saying once he comes down from his high, but fuck if it isn’t hot as hell in the moment.

↠ Rounding out the top three is literally anything that gets you on top of him.

Doesn’t matter if you’re fully taking the reins or if he’s guiding your hips with gentle, but insistent hands as he thrusts up into you, he loves it all. As you can probably tell by now, he’s v. much into the visual aspect of things. He loves watching the way your body reacts while it’s bouncing on his cock. The way it bobs and sways in time with the combined rolling of your hips is hypnotic to the point where he’s over-stimmed you both on multiple occasion because he just cannot stand to lose that view ((and also because he’s very much into over-stimulation in general, but more on that in ‘K’ 👀))

Goofy || Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous? Etc.

Eh, it honestly just depends. As he’s gotten older, Asa’s become comfortable with allowing things to happen as they may. Yes, he greatly values plans and structure if for no other reason than they help to soothe his anxiety, but he’s not so locked into things that deviation will ruin him/send him straight into a panic attack, yanno?

With you especially he’s found that he’s more than comfortable with following your moods, so if you’re looking for a lighter, more carefree romp he’s down. Likewise he’s just as willing to make the sweetest love to you as he is to blow your back out. It all just depends on what it is you’re both looking for.

Now if we’re talking his default setting, he’s more apt to want something sweet and meaningful. As I’ve already established, he sees sex as something sacred; it’s the ultimate form of human connection, and as such he treats it with all due reverence. If left to his own devices, he’ll worship at the altar of your body for as long as you’ll allow him to.

That said he still likes to tease a bit, but it’s always on the lighter side of things when he’s like this. He doesn’t deny you anything for long, but he does like to make you use your words, so expect lots of How do you want me?’s and Tell me what you need, sweetheart’s and the like. He loves seeing you get all flustered as you struggle to form a proper response, it’s just so damn cute to him. But if it ever gets to be too much all you gotta do is give him The Look and he’ll be quick to give you what you need because he’s soft af for you.

Hair || How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.

The carpet would match the drapes if he bothered to keep it around lol.

Asahi’s a v. well-groomed individual in general, one with a penchant for minimalistic styles and sleek lines. That this translates over in such a way is kinda odd, ngl, but it’s whatever. He doesn’t really grow much body hair and what little there is there is more of a nuisance than anything so he opts to get rid of it. He waxes everything below his neck—and I do mean everything. There’s not one bit of stray hair to be found on this man, do you hear me? ((yes, I’m well aware that this isn’t exactly the norm in Japan, but this is a horny set of HCs so just go with it lol))

That said, he doesn’t mind it if his partner’s not likewise inclined. At the end of the day it’s your body, and you’re free to do with it as you please. He would like it if you kept things neat and trimmed down there, but honestly this boy gets so drunk on you so quickly that he won’t really be fussed by the length of your hair once you get into things.

Intimacy || How are they during the moment, the romantic aspect…

Asahi is the ultimate romantic—do not fight me on this, you don’t want this smoke, I promise you lmao.

But seriously, look at this man whom is the embodiment of sweetness and adoration for all things you and try to tell me that he wouldn’t worship you like a devout supplicant.

Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought.

Like I said back in ‘G’, he’s all for Love Making™, so it should come as no surprise that he’s v. much into the romance of it all. He’s definitely the type to hold your hands while he fucks you nice and slow and deep, a dopey lil lovesick grin pulling at his lips while his eyes stay fixed on yours. It’ll certainly leave your heart (among other things) aching.

He’s also very into setting a scene. You’ve come home on more than one occasion to find a trail of rose petals (plucked by his very own fingers from a bouquet purchased specifically for this purpose rip to your now stained carpet lmao …he used silk petals every time after that) leading you from the front door to your shared bedroom—a room that has been totally decked out with more flowers, mood lighting, and a ‘let me rearrange your guts, but in a loving and respectful way’ playlist filling the perfumed air.

Is this sappy and cliché? Hell yes.

Does that make it any less endearing? Hell no.

Asahi just has this unwitting charm about himself that keeps the whole storybook romance thing that he’s so given to from feeling disingenuous. With anyone else it would seem uninspired or like they were trying too hard, but with him you know it’s real.

When he’s bearing his heart to you in such a sincere manner, how can you do anything but accept it—accept him—with the same level of unabashed devotion?

Jack Off || The Masturbation Headcanon™

He doesn’t really have strong feelings on it one way or another. It’s pleasurable, yes, but at the end of the day it’s more akin to maintenance than anything in his eyes.

Prior to getting with you he was able to get by with a solo session once, maybe twice a week. His sex drive was on the lower end of normal, but given his proclivities it was something that was actually by design. He saw no real point in keeping himself frustrated when he knew he wouldn’t be able to really do much about it, yanno? And even when he was in his former relationships the frequency with which he masturbated didn’t really change, tbh.

Once with you he doesn’t really bother with getting himself off because why would he when he’s got a perfectly beautiful, loving, and very much willing partner right here? Ofc this doesn’t mean that he expects you to perform on command or anything. He’s always v. respectful and mindful of your desires, so if you’re not in the mood for whatever reason he’s more than willing to keep a lid on things. That said he probably still won’t take matters into his own hands (pun very much intended lol), preferring instead to save it all up for you…

…this may have led to you walking with a limp a time or several, but we don’t talk about that lmao…

Kink || One or more of their kinks.

There aren’t too many CWs to be found here, but what few there are will be before the applicable section.

Other than that, please mind the titles! If the subject matter is something that doesn’t sit well with you for whatever reason then simply skip over it.

Asahi doesn’t think of himself as being especially kinky per se, buuut…

Overall he’s naturally on the more vanilla side of things, with his dom streak being the kinkiest thing about him. Could he be convinced to move outside of his comfort zone? Sure. So long as you respect his limits and give him time to do his research he’s willing to at least try most things with/for you.

All that said, here’s a list of what I think to be his top five six kinks in no real order—enjoy~ ;)

1 || Dom/Sub Dynamics

CW/TW for the daddy kink I’m sure this man has lmao. I’ve marked those bits off with a ‼ (4 in total) so you can skip over it if you so choose.

Also shades of dumbification on Asahi’s part (yes, it gets that real lol) further in the section.

↠ Listen, Asahi Azumane is a dom-leaning switch and nothing you say can convince me otherwise.

↠ He’s pretty adaptable as far as doms go, with the exception being him being especially mean.

He just cannot bring himself to mistreat you, even if you’re begging for it, but more on that in ‘N’.

It should also be said that he’s a very reluctant brat tamer lol. Like he can do it, but honestly it’s not his favorite.

A spot of defiance here and there is fine and a bit fun, but when you’re constantly pushing against him just for the sake of it, it gets boring to him tbh, and no small bit frustrating.

We can only ever filter things through the lenses that we collect throughout our lifetime, and well, Asahi has dealt with a lot of bull when it comes to people treating him poorly.

Ofc he knows that’s not what this is about at all, but your constantly going against him runs a bit too closely to memories and past experiences that he’d really rather not be thinking about when he’s trying to be with you like this.

So yeah, I personally think that hard brats should probably miss him as things are bound to go sideways, and sooner rather than later.

↠ His default setting is that of a pleasure dom.

((…am I using this term right? Idk, and I’m too lazy to look it up lol))

What I mean by that is that, when he’s giving in to his more natural urges he’s sweet, but firm, with his only real concern being making you feel as good as possible.

He’s naturally very attentive, caring, and an absolute expert on all things you. That he uses these traits to systematically take you apart in the bedroom shouldn’t come as a surprise, honestly.

He really likes to make you use your words because watching your brain struggle to articulate a request through the sex fog/your flustered state/etc. in real time is just so damn cute to him.

He’s definitely the type to give you all the orgasms that your body can handle—and maybe one or two more beyond that because he’s got a thing for over-stimulation, but I’ve got a whole section dedicated to that so let’s move on.

‼ So about that daddy kink that I mentioned earlier lmao…

Look, I know—I know, but hear me out.

So this is a kink that he will probably never realize he has until you flip that switch.

He will not be the one to insist on or initiate this, but if you were to ever call him Daddy, even jokingly, he’d be… intrigued to say the least.

If it does initially happen in a joking manner and-or outside the bedroom he’ll be going a shade even as he tells you that “–you shouldn’t be starting something you can’t finish, little love” because he’ll be damned if he’s gonna be the only one left flustered.

Though he’s p. sure you were kidding he cannot stop thinking of the way the word rolled off of your tongue, how it sounded so good, so sweet, even with the underlying teasing lilt—and that’s saying nothing of the way those two syllables went straight to his cock, like…

Yeah, needless to say our boy has just unlocked the trophy for a hidden kink lol.

‼ Ngl, he’s not really sure what to do with any of this at first.

He’ll sit on his discovery for a little bit as he tries to come to terms with things, and he’ll definitely do some research (first and foremost to make sure there’s nothing wrong with him lol) and also to learn about the dynamics of the kink and such.

He’ll find that he’s not into things fully—like he’s not really looking to carry the dynamic outside of the bedroom in a full on Daddy/Little type deal.

In fact what he wants hasn’t actually changed. He’s always wanted to take care of you, to make sure your every need and desire is not just met, but given to you in abundance—now he just has a new label he can attach to it.

But even with it all mostly sorted out in his head he’ll be v. reluctant to bring it up to you unless he knows it’s something you’re into.

This is one of those kinks that people are very rarely neutral on, and he never wants to risk making you uncomfortable, esp. over something that’s not a must for him, so unless you broach the subject yourself he more than likely won’t either.

‼ Now if you were to call him this on accident in the bedroom, or better yet with intent, he’ll roll with it beautifully.

He’s already a god-tier dom, but you add this kink in the mix and…

Whew chile, let me tell you.

Dude’ll instantly start calling himself Daddy and he’s gonna make sure you keep doing the same. He may let the occasional slip of his name or an endearment slide if he sees that he’s fucked you dumb, but he’s pretty into the use of the title so don’t expect to get away with it too often.

In general he’ll be even more intent on you using your words because he wants Daddy’s pretty baby to tell him how they feel, what they want and need. Ofc he may not always give you the former, but you’ll always, always get the latter.

‼ This isn’t something that he always indulges in, and will rarely initiate himself. Nine times outta ten you’ll have to flip that switch if you want to get him into that mode, but when you do you’ll instantly become his baby boy/baby doll/baby girl/pretty baby—no exceptions lol.

↠ No matter the flavor of dom, he always makes sure to take good care of his sweetheart.

Before, during, and after the act he always makes sure that you’re feeling good. He absolutely pampers you to hell and back.

He just wants to spoil you rotten, really—tbh, it low-key, high-key gets him off lol.

↠ On the other side of the spectrum we have subby Asahi.

Pillow prince? Pillow prince.

What? He just really likes being coddled, okay?

But he’s not bratty or pushy about things, no he’s the absolute sweetest boy you could ask for.

He’s always asking you to take care of him, to make him feel good… Has really good manners too, saying please and thank you without prompting unless he’s gone nonverbal from the pleasure.

Speaking of which—fuck him or ride him, it’s all good because it’s all you.

However, comma, he really likes it when you ride him—especially if you do it well beyond the point of his orgasm.

But again, there’s a section about that, so let’s move on.

Anyways! He absolutely loves it when you take the reins.

Even when he’s the one being pampered he really gets off on the fact that he’s making you feel good.

The idea of you using him to get yourself off Does Things to him, ngl, so if you tie him up and take what you need… Yeah, it’s game over for him.

He’s also not opposed to the use of titles, so if there’s something you wanna be called just let him know.

↠ If you’re fucking him—be that with your cock or a strap—be prepared for him to turn into a whining, crying mess.

He begs so pretty, you’ll be hard pressed to deny him anything—especially when his eyes get all glassy and his mouth pouts up.

((I swear, even if you’re a dedicated sub like me, this man will turn you into a switch with how damn cute and needy he gets when he drops into subspace.))

He always gets so damn clingy when you’re taking him. Like dude will legit lock his arms around you, bury his face against your neck, and whine as he rolls his hips in time with your thrusts.

Watching him go feral like that is hot ofc, but if you want a bit more agency in things simply tell him to keep his hands to himself. He’s a v. good listener, never mind the fact that he wants to be good for you, so he’ll do his best to comply.

Tying him up is also an option, and one that he’s not at all opposed to, just so ya know.

His cock always gets so damn leaky and twitchy when you’re inside of him. It’s an enticing sight to be sure, but unless you want him to bust fairly quickly resist the urge to stroke him–

–well unless you want to get into that over-stimming we talked about before lol.

Also he’s really good about using his safeword/actions, so you never have to worry about pushing him further than what he’s okay with.

(But be sure to check in with him periodically regardless—that’s what a good and caring dom should always do!)

↠ No matter how things go down be sure to heap on the praise because honey’s most definitely got a praise kink a mile wide which leads me to my next point…

2 || Praise

CW for mentions of mirror sex. Yeah, uhh… our boy likes to watch you watching yourself fall apart lol…

↠ Asahi’s praise kink is off the fucking charts, and it goes both ways.

↠ He is absolutely the most affirming partner you’ll ever have. This is partly due to him being a sex babbler (see ‘V’ for more on that), and partly because he really wants you to know just how good you’re making him feel.

And rest assured, you are absolutely sending him. His head’s not empty tho, and how could it be when it’s so full up on thoughts of you?

He always thinks that you’re the prettiest person to ever ever, but he cannot help but to find you especially striking when you’re coming undone in his arms.

The sight’s so mesmerizing, in fact, that he thinks you should get to see it too.

He has definitely propped you up in his lap a time or several—your back pressed firmly against his (broad, so damn b r o a d, I wanna climb him please) chest, legs tossed over either side of his own, and head firmly fixed towards the mirror before you.

It may be a bit embarrassing at first, having yourself laid bare in such a manner, but all it takes is one look at Asahi to settle the worst of your nerves. The unabashed adoration—love, desire—that is written plain and pure across his face won’t allow for you to feel anything but beautiful in that moment.

Add to that the sweet words he’s whispering in your ear—murmurs of how breathtaking you look all spread open and wanting, and how prettily you fall apart for him, as well as declarations of love and promises to make you feel just as good as you’re making him feel, all spoken between his own sounds of pleasure—and you’ll be falling apart well before either of you expects.

Ofc this isn’t anything new, he’s always like this with you, but it just hits different when you can finally see all that longing and love syruping through both of your eyes in real time.

↠ Naturally Asahi loves to be praised just as much, but dammit if it doesn’t leave him flustered every time.

It’s so funny because words of affirmation are probably his favorite way to receive affection, but at the same time it short circuits him?

Knowing that you think so fondly of him in general turns him to goo, but the minute that shit carries over into the bedroom–

*Asahi.exe has stopped working*

At the start of things he turns SO red, like to the point where it’s actually legitimately concerning—like my guy, please don’t literally pass out on me while you’re balls deep, I don’t want to have to explain this to the EMTs lol.

As he gets more used to the praise he starts to revel in it. He never fully loses that initial burst of shyness that the words bring, but it doesn’t shake him like it used to—most times, anyway.

He still has days where your crooned praise’ll leave him burying his head against you even as he continues to rut away. This mostly happens when he’s in subspace tho.

If it’s a more standard session he’s more apt to take it in stride (rosedusted cheeks notwithstanding), and will more than likely go back and forth with you.

Lots of “Yeah, you think so, pretty?”s and “Glad I’m making you feel good—love taking care of my baby”s and the like.

He’ll also probably turn it back on you with a compliment of his own.

More often than not your bedroom banter pretty much boils down to some “No you” type mess lol.

3 || Over-Stimulation

↠ It’s funny because I’ve referred to this section several times, but there isn’t really too much more to be said on the matter.

↠ ((lol, jk, we all know I have way too much to say on the subject))

↠ Asahi’s relationship with over-stimulation started way back in his pillow humping days.

He’d get so into it—or rather so lost in the fantasy that he created in his mind’s eye—that he’d just keep grinding long after he initially came.

Floating on post-orgasmic endorphins, he barely registered that thrumming bit of discomfort that preluded the next round of bliss—in fact he soon came to enjoy it if only because he knew what it always led to.

Even when he would masturbate in a more traditional manner he’d still keep pulling at his spent cock until he wrung at least one more load out of it (tho in actuality he usually would go for three in total; dude really out there cumming that many times in a row and then acting surprised when he’s got the stamina to fuck you for literal hours, smfh…)

↠ But that’s when he’s alone.

↠ With you, over-stimming is one of those things he’s really into, but also really shy about.

Despite the fact that he doesn’t ever actually bring it up to you, you’ll probably figure it out fairly quickly as he has a tendency to do it to himself a lot, which oftentimes means that he does it to you by proxy lol.

Even after he’s made you both cum he’ll just keep rutting away, the cutest little whimpers and whines pushing themselves out of his throat all the while, his eyes fixed on the white that now coats his cock to sit heavy in a thick ring around its base.

Most times he’ll stop himself before things get too uncomfortable for you, but if he’s especially love drunk he’ll keep going at it until he’s hard again unless you stop him, so that’s a thing.

↠ He likewise loves to see you coming to the end of yourself after one too many orgasms have left you brained.

There’s something magical about watching your fucked out body try to figure out if it wants more or if the pleasure has finally and truly entered the realm of too much, your mouth parting around every plea your scatted mind can grasp on to—every one except for that which will truly set you free of this divine torture.

Your feeble hands dig into his sweat-slicked flesh in an attempt to push him away even as your body rocks towards him in a bid for more that is…

Gods, he honestly doesn’t even have words for it, honestly.

He always thinks you’re beyond beautiful in those moments, a pretty little wreck of his own making.

↠ If you’re not into it for yourself he gets that and is more than okay with it!

↠ …but uhhh… He’d greatly appreciate it if you’d oblige him lol.

He’s definitely the type to ask you to fuck him through his orgasms.

Lots of “Please baby, don’t stop—please”s and “Make me cum again”s “Hurts so good”s.

((ugggh—how can one man be so cute and so hot at the same time? For why and for how and for fucking what??))

That said he won’t ask you to keep fucking him past your own comfort, but you do have hands and a mouth and if you were to put them to work he wouldn’t be opposed.

At all.

In fact watching your hands slide along the length of his messy cock—or, gods help him, watching it disappear into the warmth of your mouth—is its own special brand of bliss.

↠ However you get him there, the sight and sound of his writhing and panting through that next orgasm is definitely worth it, so do the thing, guys…

4 || Cockwarming

↠ It’s the intimacy for him.

↠ Just having his baby close, bodies pressed flush as you simply enjoy the connection? *chef’s kiss*

↠ This is something that he’s willing to indulge in any time.

Want your cuddles to get a bit more involved while you’re watching a movie, but not so much so that you lose the plot? Back that ass up and let ya boy roll through.

Could be that work and-or school was hellish and draining for you, and all you want to do is feel your man as deeply as possible, but lack the stamina to do too much. It’s all good, climb on and let him hold you for a bit while you vent.

His work is just as demanding, especially at the top of a new season, often eating away at his free time. When the late nights start to pile up, leaving your bodies to cry out for reprieve with a desperation that demands something, anything—just a little, just enough to take the edge off—he’s got you.

Or maybe you’re the one taking care of him. Letting him latch on to whatever bit of you he needs, however he needs to until his breaths turn heavy with contentment.

↠ If you’re not looking for anything more than a cuddle he’s cool with that.

In fact that’s almost always what his own intentions are when he initiates the act himself.

Once he settles into things, he’s v. good about voicing his wants, so if he says he wants you to warm his cock, that’s really all that he’s looking for.

The pair of you have fallen asleep like this dozens of times, ngl. It’s just so damn cozy and comfy and warm and safe—how could you not?

↠ But of course if you are trying to get something started, well…

…he definitely isn’t opposed.

He’s not good at denying you (his teasing streak aside), and that’s saying nothing of the fact that you feel incredible wrapped around his dick. Your body’s always so soft and warm and pliant under his touch—all for him, all his, to do to and with what he pleases…

Soft and sweet tho the act may start out, it’s definitely one of those things that can get him in a Mood fairly easily, so if you’re not looking to get ravished you’re gonna want to make that clear up front lol.

5 || Mutual Masturbation

↠ Part of him wonders if this makes him a voyeur, tbh.

↠ Like he’s literally sitting here, cock in hand, as he watches you get off—that’s p. much the definition, right? Or at least close enough to it for his mind to draw a parallel.

But it’s not as if he’s some weirdo creeper-peeper watching you through your window without your knowledge.

And obviously you’re okay with it, more than okay, clearly. He’s sure that you wouldn’t be sat directly across from him otherwise—fingers repeatedly filling your greedy hole, heavily lidded eyes locked on to his, and his name on your lips.

At the end of the day your comfort is the only thing he really has to concern himself with, so if you’re good, he’s great.

↠ Once he gets past his initial awkwardness/out of his own head about it, he finds that he’s hard pressed to look away from you—not that he was really able to do so before.

Even when he turned his eyes away he’d always find them wandering back to the hypnotic display before him.

There’s something magical and almost forbidden about watching you play with yourself, as if he’s collecting knowledge that isn’t his to horde.

It’s a silly notion, he knows, but that’s just the way his brain is sometimes. And it’s not as if it’s ever been enough to keep him from using what he’s learned to pull you apart himself once it’s his turn…

His attentions are laser-focused all the while, roving over the whole of you as he catalogs all of your actions and reactions—from the moves that leaves you bucking desperately into your own hand, to the way your body works its way through its release (so similar to how you fall apart under his care, and yet somehow different), to the softness that slows your movements and tints your words you as you slowly come back to yourself.

For this reason alone it’s a really intense, really intimate activity.

↠ He’s so singular in his concentration that he actually doesn’t even remember that he’s jerking himself off as well lol.

He usually ends up mimicking your speed as his subconscious mind is wishing that he was the one making you feel that good. But knowing that he’s been relegated to a simple observer he can only go through the motions for now.

Tho he looks damn good while he does, lbr.

Skin flushed, bottom lip swollen and ruddy from where he keeps pulling it in between his teeth, and muscles taut and rippling as he exercises every last bit of restraint that his massive frame possesses to keep from pulling you under him so he can love on you right…

↠ Yeah, more often than not he finds himself regretting initiating the act, but also not really because this is the sweetest torture he could ever ask for.

6 || Thigh Riding/Dry Humping

↠ I usually like to cap these at five as that’s a nice round number, but I haven’t been able to shake this idea since my hoe ass brain first decided to plague me with it.

↠ This man undoubtedly has god-tier thighs that’re practically made for grinding against, but that’s not even the bit that’s got me so fucked up.

↠ Once he sees how much you love rutting yourself against his thighs it sparks his interest.

Does it really feel that good? I mean obviously it does, given how much you leak all over his leg well before you cum, but… He just doesn’t get it?

But he’d like to.

Despite his best efforts he’s pretty damn obvious about it.

He’ll just keep staring at your thighs with a weird amount of intensity, the light blush that coats his face deepening until he’s flushed from his scalp all the way down to his chest.

So, so cute and so, so obvious—like painfully so lol.

↠ Whether you decide to take pity on him and offer up a ride or make him use his words he’s gonna be reluctant.

Part of it is his size. Even if you’re of similar stature he’s always so careful with how he interacts with you as he’d never be able to forgive himself if he ever hurt you.

Ofc the bulk of this worry is fueled by the last lingering remnants of those voices that hounded him way back when, but it’s nothing that a few well-placed words of reassurance from you can’t fix.

Once he’s gotten over that bit the next hurdle is just general embarrassment.

Coming at things from the other side gives him a whole new appreciation for both you and your relationship.

He has no idea if you also perceive it this way, but for him it’s a very intimate and vulnerable act. He doesn’t know why, but it leaves him feeling exposed, and he’s not entirely sure how he feels about it.

Encouragement is key at this juncture, as well as reminding him about the initial curiosity that led him to this point.

Don’t think that this is you pushing at his boundaries, btw, as that’s not your intent and certainly not the way he takes it. You’re simply helping him to weigh pros against cons; ultimately the decision is his to make and you both know and respect that.

All that said, he loves you and trusts you to take care of him; between that and his curiosity he’ll definitely come around.

↠ So now you’ve finally got him perched on your knee (and I do mean perched as he’s still hesitant to rest the full of his weight on you), what comes next?

↠ The ride of a goddamn lifetime, that’s what.

At first he’s still a bit nervous. He’ll pinch his eyes shut as he sets up a slow glide. You’ll probably have to help him find a rhythm because he’s still too in his head at this point.

You’ll feel him slowly start to relax once your hands find purchase on his hips—an unsurprising development given how soothing he always finds your touch to be.

As he yields, slowly pull him more firmly against you and watch how his demeanor changes.

All those barely there touches were primers, only really serving to make him more sensitive, so by the time he’s grinding against you properly it feels good. Better than that, really–

It’s amazing, and suddenly he gets it.

Once he gets going he gets so into it—like to the point where he’s anchoring his hands to whatever it is you’re sitting on for leverage lol.

You can feel the whole of his impressive length (leaky and hot and hard) sliding along every inch of your thigh, from the bone of your hip all the way down to the ball of your knee and back again, in a desperate pitch.

A litany of needy sounds is falling from his mouth without restraint, and you know that any embarrassment that he felt has long since been forgotten.

↠ If your seat allows for it, he’ll probably end up flattening you against it, with the whole of his massive frame writhing against you in a sinuous wave.

He’s moving as if he’s legitimately fucking you and it’s so damn hot, but that’s not the best part.

No, the best part is the fact that you’re getting an impromptu thigh job.

Those long limbs of his gotta go somewhere, yeah? And as it just so happens the leg that’s nestled between yours is pressed right up against your core.

You can feel the thick muscle there bunching and releasing in time with his desperate ruts, and while the pressure isn’t as steady as what you’d like, that can be easily remedied.

The pair of you end up grinding against each other like two horny teenagers—a thing that you’d probably laugh over if you weren’t so gone yourself.

↠ Given the mess that follows soon after a shower will be required. Don’t be surprised if when Asahi’s ready for round one.

↠ ‘Round one’ because, while what you’d just done felt divine–

↠ “–it doesn’t count, honey—not until I’m buried deep, deep inside my pretty baby…”

Location || Favorite places to do the do.

CW for talk of semi-public sex acts. 👀👀👀

Anywhere within the comfort of your shared home is gonna be at the top of the list (and I do mean anywhere, this boy is not picky at all lol), but a close second is a backroom/storage closet/literally anywhere that’ll offer you enough privacy/space to get down and dirty at an event.

I said it once, and I’ll say it again—it’s always the quiet ones that be the biggest goddamn freaks.

He’s not an exhibitionist by any means, in fact the thought of someone actually catching you two in the act is rattling enough that if he thinks on it too long he’ll legit go soft, but like… Idk, I guess it’s more the urgency and desperation in the act, that driving want that won’t allow for you to wait until you get back home that all but demands to be sated right then and there, that actually does it for him.

We all know that Asahi looks damn good in a suit—and how could he not, between his build and his fashion sense?—but he thinks you look just as stunning in eveningwear. Because of this the two of you are usually late past the point of being fashionable (or excusable for that matter) whenever an event requires you to get all dolled up. As you can imagine this is especially awkward when it’s his own damn fashion shows that you’re late to lmfao. Even when you’re wearing something as casual as a pair of sweats and a tank he finds you beyond beautiful, so when you’re all dressed up, esp. if you’re wearing something he designed?? Yeah, mans finds it physically physically impossible to keep his hands off of you.

Even tho he’ll take you thoroughly before you leave the house (or hotel room, as is more often the case), he’s gonna want you again and again and a-fucking-gain. What? It’s not like you look any less good than you did back home. In fact he’d argue that you look even better now with your hair and clothes just a touch mussed. There’s a slight frizz in your locks that you couldn’t quite tame before leaving, a subtle wrinkle to the material of your ensemble from where it crumpled under his fists not even an hour ago, and he’s trying so hard to be good, he swears it, but eventually all that restraint he’s been practicing is gonna crumble under the weight of his desire for you.

You know he’s finally cracked when he politely extracts the pair of you from whatever conversation you’re currently stuck in with an excuse so transparent that he may as well have told the whole of the venue that he’s about to take you in the back and fuck your soul clean out of your body lmao. Doesn’t help matters that he’ll be damn near dragging you out of the room with this really pinched expression, body slightly hunched over in a (failed) attempt to hide his rapidly growing bulge. He’ll lead you down halls that you’re pretty sure you’re not supposed to be traversing, all the while muttering about how torturous the night has been for him. He’ll try door after door until he finds a space that’ll suit your needs, tho if he’s desperate enough he’s willing to settle for an off-path nook and hands pressed firmly over mouths…

It’s always a bit embarrassing when you both stumble back into the main room on shaky legs looking far less put together than last anyone saw you, but it’s never been a big enough deterrent to keep him from pulling this particular stunt time and again…

Motivation || What turns them on, gets them going?

Thoughtfulness.

Asahi’s favorite way to receive love is through acts of service. No matter how long you’ve been together it never ceases to amaze him that you not only love him, you care for him. Though the two should go hand-in-hand, life has taught him that that isn’t always the case, unfortunately. There are people in his life that he likes to believe love him on some level, if only because they’re close family members, but the blatant disregard that they’ve shown for his happiness/mental wellbeing over the years… Well, needless to say that he’s since removed these people from his life, choosing to love them from afar instead of keeping them close where they can continue to do him harm.

But this is all getting a bit too heavy, so let us move on.

Anyways, going from such a selfish form of love to having something so pure and boundless and giving with you… Gods. He honestly never thought that he’d be so blessed. As he’s gotten older he’s gotten better at voicing his needs with the expectation of having them heard and respected, but even tho he knows that there’s nothing wrong with doing so it can still leave him feel burdensome from time to time. He knows that’s just his brain being wack, but sometimes it can’t be helped, yanno? When you do things for him unprompted, anticipating his needs in a way that almost feel psychic at times, it really does go a long way with silencing the vicious voices that try to take up residence in his head. Having someone not only know him well enough to have that level of foresight, but also care for him enough to take those extra steps for him?

He’s not crying, you’re crying, hush…

Whenever you do something for him to make his day a little easier/brighter, to make his load lighter, or ‘just because’ it goes right to his heart—and his dick lol. It shouldn’t be too much of a shocker, not when you think of the way he’s wired. He’s a highly emotional being, and when it comes to you it doesn’t take much for all the love he feels for you to slip over from wholesome to hoesome.

In cases like these he usually doesn’t act on it as he almost finds it… not exactly distasteful on his part, but it… idk, kinda feels like it lessens things if he repays your kindness with seeming random horniness. He doesn’t want to you to ever think that he only wants you in that way, never wants you to feel cheap or anything of the like so he makes a vested effort to keep a lid on things. Still, knowing him as well as you do you’ll probably make the connection fairly quickly. If you bring it up to him expect a rapidly spoken, hella stammer-y apology followed by a more in depth explanation once he calms down some. After hearing him out be sure to let him know that there’s nothing to be ashamed of; love and intimacy expresses itself in many forms, and if this is the kind that gets him going, that’s perfectly fine.

This is a rather powerful bit of knowledge, so once you do know try not to abuse it. Ofc that isn’t to say to stop doing stuff for him, but like just don’t make it weird for the guy lol. Express your interest if you’re that way inclined and gauge his willingness in turn (because his being a lil turned on doesn’t mean he’s actually looking to do anything about it, yanno?) and go from there.

All that aside, he’s v. touch sensitive. It’s the feather light touches (esp. if they’re to the back of his neck or over his bear arms) that really get to him. Ofc if you play with his hair he’ll turn to goo in like .5 seconds, tho to be honest this has just a good of a chance of putting him to sleep as it does of turning him on lol. But! If your lips brush against his ear while you’re talking—bonus points for playing on his voice kink and whispering something spicy in your bedroom voice—the warmth of your breath dancing over his skin to give him goosebumps, and forcing him to repress the pleasurable shudder that wants so badly to wrack his frame…

Hells yeah, leggo lmao.

No || Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs?

He’s absolutely never gonna degrade you.

Given all that he’s been forced to endure, Asahi places more emphasis on words than the average person. This isn’t to say that those spoken by others affect him as severely as they once did, but rather that he’s v. purposeful on how he wields his own—especially when it comes to you.

Harsh words, even when spoken for a specific purpose and with your consent, are never gonna be something he’s comfortable with directing at you for any reason and at any time, but especially during such an intimate and vulnerable act as sex. He likes to tease, yes, and may even get a little patronizing—“Aww, look at those tears. Can’t you take this cock without crying, pretty baby?”/“Sweet thing’s gone all dumb on my dick.”/etc.—but he’s never gonna be outright mean.

He physically cannot force his lips to part around such cruel words when it comes to you, as in his mind that’s the absolute antithesis of love.

Oral || Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

CW for face fucking, (Reader both giving and receiving), as well as deep throating (Reader giving, tho let it be said now that Asahi will gladly choke on your cock/strap). ((also op kinda losing her shit overall lmfao))

As much as he enjoys a good blowie, he definitely loves having his face buried between your legs more.

Asa’s all about your pleasure—a thing that’s for your sake as much as it is his—so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he v. much loves to give you that work. And there’s nothing about the process that he doesn’t enjoy.

The cute little sounds you make (that come in a variety of mouthwatering flavors) are especially enticing. The breath hitches and sighs, the way your moans stick in your throat when he hits that one special spot—and don’t even get him started on how pretty you beg for him. Those needy little whines you make when he slows down to a torturously slow pace, his tongue just barely dragging over your heated flesh… You always say his name so sweetly when you’re pushed to the edge of yourself in such a way; doesn’t matter if you’re whimpering it or gritting it out from between clenched teeth—it’s all music to his ears.

And then there’s the needy way you grasp at his hair. Your fingers always end up tangling themselves deeply in his thick locks in an attempt to ground yourself against your mounting pleasure. Sometimes you pull him in closer, humping his face with abandon as you chase down your end, and other times you try to drag him away, your body unable to handle another limb-numbing and mind-melting orgasm.

He’s also really into pushing your legs up to your chest and pinning them there so that he can have his way with you without interference. Watching your feet kick uselessly in his peripheral will never cease to amuse him. Yeah, despite what you may think, dude’s a big gd tease and proud of it. He’s got the bulk, reach, and strength needed to keep you pinned down and he’s certainly not above using any of it against you. He’s also v. much into praising you if for no other reason than to feel the way your body responds to it. There’s nothing quite like having your walls damn near snapping his fingers in two when he tells you how damn sexy it is watching your greedy little hole suck down the prodding digits.

But none of this is to say that he has to be in control all the time. He’s very pro you fucking his face. Please use his mouth/tongue/fingers as you see fit—he lives for that shit. The idea of you using his body to get yourself off is *chef’s kiss* 10/10, would be your personal fucktoy again. And don’t you worry about choking and-or smothering him—he’s a big boy that’s more than capable of taking whatever it is you throw at him. He’s 100% the type to pull your hips flush with his face if he thinks you’re being too shy about things lol. ((he definitely mutters a cute lil “It’s okay baby, take what you need” against you as he does it too—and gdi I am foaming at the mouth))

However it plays out, do not be surprised if he busts while he’s going down on you. Oral really could’ve gone under his list of kinks, but since there was a whole letter for it I decided to cover it here. But trust and believe me when I say he absolutely LOVES this shit, okay? He will legit spend hours with his head between your legs if you let him, and be more than content with grinding his cock against the mattress without ever once putting it in you.

Annnnd because I’m a total slut for this man, let’s talk about the inverse.

Sucking Asahi off can be intimidating, ngl. He’s the CEO of Big Dicks. His cock is long and thick with a nice upwards curve that’s heavenly when he’s fucking you, but can potentially cause an issue when you’re trying to choke him down. He’s well aware of all of this, so he’s more than willing to settle for you taking in as much as you’re comfortable with and using your hands on the rest. But even when you’re doing the bare minimum believe me when I say you’ll still be gagging on him.

Like I said, he’s not the type to force deep throating, but given all the pretty sounds he makes and how sweet he is in general I can guarantee you that you’ll want to at least make the attempt ((#doitforHIM)). It’ll take you a bit to train your throat, but once you do god is it worth it. The first time he feels your throat open up around him he damn near cums on the spot, he definitely sobs a bit—a hard, broken sound that shots straight to your core. Given his size he’s never had a partner that was able (or willing) to take him down to the base like that, so when he finally experiences it it’s safe to say that he ascends lmao. The whole time you’re sucking him off his thoughts are alternating between keeping himself from cumming too soon and keeping himself from proposing lmfao. Boy is shook, sprung, and barely hanging on to his sanity.

And once you get to the point where he can fuck your face? Game fucking over.

He can’t decide if he wants to force his cock down your throat or pull your head in so he usually ends up doing both lol. He lives for the sound of your choking gags in the same way you revel in the guttural sounds that are steadily clawing their way up from his belly and out of his mouth. The closer he gets to his climax, the more vocal he gets. Praise will flow from him in a rapid string, with him telling you how well you take him, how good you’re making him feel, and how you’re such a good little love for letting him use you like this. He definitely begs you to tell him that you want him to cum down your throat despite the fact that you’re in no real position to give him a reply—verbally, anyway. Just look up at him with your dewy, half lidded eyes and he’ll know.

But eventually everything but your name will fade away from his mind. He’ll chant it like a prayer as he continues to chase his release, his movements growing more and more frantic with each thrust, until his entire existence stalls. Have fun trying not to choke as he floods your throat with his thick load lol; it’s gonna spill past your puffed out cheeks to drip down your chin and onto your chest and thighs. If you wanna earn some bonus points don’t waste even a single drop. Put on a show for him as you gather it all up on your fingertips only to clean it off with your clever tongue and he’ll be all to ready to return the favor despite the fact that he cannot currently feel his legs lmao…

((not me going on for nearly an extra 600 words because I want this 2D anime man to use my mouth/throat like a Fleshlight lmfao…))

Pace || Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.

I kinda touched on this in ‘G’ and ‘I’, but let’s get into things a bit more, shall we?

If left to his own devices Asahi’s more apt to take things slow. He wants to savor this, to drown you both in the waves of your shared passion and love. And he’s so damn sweet about it too; he’s all about that ‘forehead touches, holding hands, staring deeply into each other’s eyes’ kinda life. He also really likes to keeping you as close as possible so fully expect for him to either damn near flatten you or pull your body up against him. Likewise he loves it when you cling to him—it makes him feel both wanted and needed which in turn leaves his heart full to bursting with affection and yeah… He’ll keep up this languid pace for nearly the whole of the session if you let him, with things only picking up once the end is near.

Also—eye contact.

I know I already said as much, but it really does bear repeating because he’s so damn deft on it. He doesn’t mind it if your eyes flutter closed from time to time, but if they try to stay that way he’s definitely gonna urge you to open them again—“Come on pretty baby, let me see to gorgeous eyes, yeah? Let me see you…”—and when he’s being so damn sincere about it how can you do anything but comply? This man will always leave you feeling SEEN. It’s all very intimate, not to mention intense, so don’t be surprised if one or both of you shed a tear or two from time to time.

But back to pacing.

He’s definitely not opposed taking you hard and fast, but the only time he’ll default to this is when he’s in a Mood™. But ofc if that’s your personal preference he’s more than willing to indulge you more often.

It should be said that however things go, Asahi rarely ever straight out fucks you. Even when you’re having hip-slapping, back clawing sex this man somehow still manages to transform it into love making and it’s just… magic.

He’s magic. ((now if he could only be real *sob-sob*))

Quickie || Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.

CW for Asahi sending you a ~naughty video~ *wink-wonk* lol.

It’s honestly a tossup.

On one hand he loves to take his time and thoroughly love on you, but there’s just something about the desperation behind a quickie that makes his brain vibrate. Your wanting each other so much that you just can’t wait, that you have to have each other right then and there, commitments be damned? Big bet, he’s here for that ish.

Regardless of who initiated it, if you do have a quickie be ready to be wrecked when you both get home—I’m talking throat screamed raw, guts completely rearranged-levels of destroyed. He’s been thinking about your little romp all day, the phantom of your pants against his ear sending shivers down his spine even as his cock twitches to life at the memory of the way your tight little hole had greedily sucked him in only to hold him in its velvet-lined vice. He had to excuse himself to the bathroom on several occasions when he fell a little too deeply into his head and popped a boner, the poor baby lmao.

Definitely rubbed one out during his lunch break and he maaay have sent you a video of the aftermath—his cock, spent and still dripping, resting against one gorgeous, quivering thigh, the other supporting his messy hand. His voice is trembling in that way that says he’s absolutely drained and yet he still has just enough energy to croak out a cute little “Missing you so, so much sweetie. Can’t wait until I see you tonight…” before flipping the camera around and blowing you a kiss and ugggh!! End. Me. Now. He’s so damn cute and sexy and it makes me mad >:(((

After a stunt like that it goes unsaid that you’re just as feral as he is when you see him lmfao. Hell if you wanna flip the switch on him and fuck his brains out he is not at all opposed, btw—he just wants to be with you, the how of it is just details, honestly.

RIsk || Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.

If you’re at a point where your sleeping together he definitely trusts you enough to experiment.

That said, even tho there are things that he wants to try he’s a bit hesitant to bring them up. He knows that you won’t judge him no matter what, but try telling his anxiety that :/  Tbh it’s probably gonna be up to you to start this particular line of dialogue. It’s best to come at things with an open and casual approach, making it known that kinks—even those that he’s shy about voicing/thinks are ‘too weird’—are nothing to be embarrassed over.

But despite his reservations about sharing his own, he’s very open, receptive, and willing to try almost anything so please feel free to tell him about yours; it’ll definitely help to loosen his tongue once the conversation gets to flowing.

As far as risk—he’s like a 4/10, his penchant for fucking at events notwithstanding lol. Aside from that, the riskiest thing that he’ll get up to on his own is sending nudes/vids, and even then he has to be in a Mood™ for that. As I said before, the thought of getting caught is like the least sexy thing in the world to him, so anything pertaining to that does nothing for him. Or, well, nothing good, anyway. Outside of that sort of risk, he is game to try something if you’re really adamant about it. At the end of the day he just wants to make his baby happy, and if what you’re asking for won’t leave either of you at a deficit he’s willing to at least try it once. Expect him to do his research tho lol; he’s sorry if that takes some of the intrigue out of it for you, but uncharted waters (not to mention his anxiety) demand preparation.

Stamina || How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…

Between having kept up with his old training regimen (because it’s as familiar as it is effective) and his penchant for over-stimming himself, it’s safe to say that he’s got p. good stamina in general. Said stamina definitely carries over into the bedroom—lucky you lol.

Sessions with Asahi aren’t particularly rough (usually), but they’re very involved. He never fails to put his all into making love to you, and that intensity manifests itself physically as well as emotionally. By the end of things you’re both drained, but like in a really, really good way.

His refractory period is on the longer side, but it’s just as well given how long a session tends to last with him. He’d rather draw things out in one extended round that starts with you cumming on his tongue and ends with your fucked-out body twitching around his cock a long while later.

Toy || Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?

Any toys he owns is at your behest.

It’s not that he has anything against them, it’s just… Well, he’s always been hella shy—not to mention kinda awkward—about such things, so the thought of ordering toys (or gods fucking forbid going into a sex shop to buy some) was a big ol’ N O P E for him lol. Once you come along he’s more open to the idea of exploring in this arena; he’s game to try p. much anything so long as it won’t hurt either of you too much. He’s okay with having a little pain to go along with the pleasure, but once it goes past a certain point it stops being fun for him and turns deeply concerning (blame his anxiety, he certainly does).

But yeah, if you want to introduce some toys into your sessions he’s definitely game! Since he has literally no experience, inducting him is gonna be a fun time for you both. Just strip him down, lay him back—maybe even bind his arms and legs if you’re feeling particularly saucy—break out the lube and get to work.

((…no thoughts outside of a tied down, whiny Asahi, tears streaming down his cheeks as he struggles against his bindings.

Neither of you know if he’s trying to get away from the vibe that you’re running along the underside of his weeping cock or if he’s pushing in for more, but unless he uses his safeword you won’t be stopping anytime soon. He knows this of course, is counting on it, really. It feels good—so good, almost too good, honestly, and he cannot stop himself from babbling on about how it’s “–t-too much, baby, I can’t cum again, yu-you gotta stop!” despite that being the absolute last thing he wants.

Meanwhile you’re getting addicted to the sight of him like this. Everything—from his sweat curled locks to flush that stains his skin to the way he writhes and whines and whimpers for you—is just so damn delicious you cannot help but to want more and more and more even as you drink it all in. You’re a lush for him, always, but there’s something particularly intoxicating about having him completely at your mercy like this that makes you ravenous. And your greed, bottomless thing that it is, will certainly have its due…))

Unfair || How much they like to tease.

I’m gonna say something that’s controversial and yet so brave (and also true):

Asahi Azumane is a huge fucking tease. No, I do not take criticism, critiques, or question.

I’ve touched on/alluded to this several times at this point, but let’s get more into it, shall we?

Initially his teasing isn’t intentional. He’s so damn shy about intimacy at the start of things that he ends up breaking off interactions right when they’re getting especially good. It’s hard to feel anything other than a warm sort of affection (albeit tinged with just a hint of longing-fueled frustration) when you take in his glowing cheeks as he stutters out something about not wanting to take things too fast. Once he gets past all that it’s a lack of experience that sees him pulling up short, and once that’s gained he has come to find that he quite likes the way you whine and writhe and pout when you get all needy for him.

He doesn’t have the heart to deny you for too long, luckily, but then again his definition of ‘too long’ may not match yours lol. As far as he’s concerned time is an illusion when you’re together like this, a construct of a society that could very well crumble and burn all around you and he’d be none the wiser. Because of this he can drag things out as long as you’re willing to allow him to, tho the moment you make it known that it’s too much he’ll be quick to give in.

Still, given the fact that he’s more often than not the flustered one, he really loves turning things on you. He definitely likes to make you tell him what you want, and if he’s feeling especially saucy he’ll make you get very specific. When he gets in a mood like this just asking him to touch you won’t fly; you better tell him exactly where and how or else he’ll ghost his fingers over your outline, his nose prodding as your neck in between kisses to the delicate column as he urges you to “Tell me then, pretty baby—tell me what you want, what you need, and you know I’ll give it to you. Just say the words and I’ll make you feel so, so good…”

Volume || How loud they are, what sounds they make?

He’s about average when it comes to volume, but only once he gets comfortable enough to let his voice out.

Having lived in a house with too thin walls he learned fairly early on to keep a lid on things, and living in a dorm shortly thereafter reinforced this behavior. Still, he’s incapable of being completely quiet, he’s just not built that way, so he’d often have to muffle himself with his free hand. Once he started getting a bit more physical with his exs he loosened up a bit, but it isn’t until he’s with you that he finally starts to feel comfortable enough to really let go.

And oh, but he’s a vocal little thing.

Literally any sound that a man can make while in the throes of passion has escaped Asahi at least once lol. Depending on what side of the spectrum he’s falling on at a given moment he can go from whimpering and whining so, so sweetly to these deep, guttural moans that you’ll feel echoing through the whole of you to settle in your core.

On top of all of that he’s a sex babbler. He was super self-conscious about that at the start of things, mostly because once he comes back to himself he has absolutely no idea what it is he’s said (tho he’s positive that it must’ve been embarrassing as hell), but once you make it know that you not only don’t mind the deluge, but find it extremely hot, well…

Once he gets going, there’s really no stopping him. Praise, praise, praise—so much damn praise, and declarations of love, and every other thing that his sex addled brain can think to spew at you. Loves to tell you how good you’re making him feel, and will damn near die on the spot if you return the favor. The closer he gets to the end, however, the more his vocabulary shrinks. His sentences become less articulate, his lexicon more limited, until he’s reduced to little more than your name and sounds of pleasure and honestly hearing him fall apart in such a way is one of the sexiest things you’ll ever have the pleasure of witnessing.

But don’t get it twisted—if you think he’s gonna be the only one babbling away you are so very, very wrong.

Dude’s gonna make sure you’re just as if not more vocal than he is. If he gets in a Mood he’s definitely the type to make you say “I’m your good girl/boy/baby” while he’s hammering his cock into you—preferably while he’s got you in a mating press or really any position that allows him to see the way you manage to fluster at the words while also damn near drooling over the way he’s fucking you. He’s also one of those people that’ll ask you a question while he’s balls deep and fully expect a legit answer. How articulate he’ll want said answer to be will solely depend on how ‘mean’ he’s feeling at the time, so if you’ve been getting at him a little too much for his liking lately expect him to get downright petty lol.

Wild Card || Get a random headcanon (and ficlet) of my choice.

CW for unprotected and semi-public sex as well as what probably amounts to an overuse of pet names (i.e. pretty baby, sweetie, honey, etc.). Also low-key exhibitionism, but not really since neither of you actually want to get caught, but it is a distinct possibility and that’s kinda hot lol. Also, also—a mildly dom-ish Asahi because that’s just how I do things lol.

Also, also, also—cum play? Maybe??? Asahi ends up finishing in his pocket square; obviously he can return it to its original spot, and neither of you want to risk someone finding the v. identifiable cloth so the only real safe place to store it is in your underwear—or so his thinking goes lmao…

Thinking about Mister Azumane absolutely wrecking me in some back hall at an event now haunts my every waking hour, so here—have whatever the fuck this is lol. Dk how good/coherent it is as I’m sleepy af and still have to format this beast of a post so… Yeah *shrugs*

I’ll probably end up editing it at some point, but for now (hopefully) enjoy…

↠ Just imagine getting all dolled up to go to one of Asahi’s shows.

He doesn’t know you’re coming, as prior scheduling conflicts had initially meant that you wouldn’t be able to attend, but through a combination of overtime and favors cashed in you were just able to make it.

Everything—from your chosen ensemble, to the way you style your hair, to the fragrance you dab against your pulse point—is meant to entice.

Eyes will certainly be on you, but there’s only one pair that you’re concerned with.

↠ When he sees you all of the effort you put in instantly becomes worth it.

Asahi’s eyes damn near bug out of his skull when he spies you across the way. The casual mien that you’ve adopted only adds to your charm, lending you an almost untouchable air.

He excuses himself from the model whose skirt he’d been hemming, passing off the work to a seamstress in favor of rushing over to gather you in his arms.

He can’t keep his hands to himself any more than he can stop the words of praise that are falling from his lips. Still he manages to keep his touch PG, if only just.

↠ He seems to be especially taken with the cut of your outfit.

You would almost call it vanity, given that it is one of his designs, but the look in his eye is far too intense for that.

There’s something darker there—something primal, hungry.

It’s almost as if he wants to eat you alive and dammit if you won’t let him.

Work has kept you apart for the better part of a month now and you’re just as starved for his affection as he is for yours.

↠ The kiss he lays on you is a needy thing that lasts just a touch too long to be appropriate, but if anyone’s bothered by it they’re kind enough to keep it to themselves.

He sends you on your way then as he still has work to do before things get underway–

“But I promise you the moment I’m free…”

He leaves the sentence hanging, not that it needs a conclusion when it’s punctuated with another hot, drawn out kiss.

↠ There’s a near palpable tension between the pair of you for the entire night, one loaded with promises that Asahi’s yet to make good on—well until he does…

��Wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight, pretty baby—wasn’t expecting to see you until Monday night, really. Such a sweet surprise deserves an even sweeter reward, don’t you think?”

Even as he poses the question, Asahi delivers. Fingers that feel like firebrands slide between your layers with an expert’s precision to glide over your sodden flesh. Gathering up a portion of your liquid arousal, he brushes teasingly over your most sensitive spot before finally touching you properly, and it’s good—so, so good—but now’s hardly the time to bask.

“H-have to be quick,” you remind him. “Someone could se-ahh~”

Your moan scales up into something high and breathy at the feeling of one of his long, thick fingers pressing into you. Asahi mumbles something about you being tight at nearly the same moment, the words praise and a curse both. Having gone so long without, even this much feels like an intrusion, albeit one you desperately crave. Though your mind knows that you not only can, but have taken more with less prep, your body’s having a hard time remembering that. Still the slight burn is exquisite and you find yourself grinding against his hand.

“Don’t worry, sweetie—I’m gonna get you off, honey, and I’m gonna do it quick…”

Suddenly the body at your back is siding down-down-down and taking your underwear with it. Your personal axis is thrown off twice in quick succession soon after, with the first time being when Asahi spins you so that you’re facing him, the speed and force of the action leaving you mildly disoriented, and before you can even begin to get your bearings you’re being hefted off of the ground by a pair of strong arms. You squawk at this, hands scrambling for purchase and balance both against the head that is now between your legs. From this close you can feel Asahi’s replying laughter ghosting over your core and the feeling leaves you twitching in his grasp, which in turn sees him cursing lowly.

“Fuck, baby—I wish you could see how pretty you are down here. Can’t believe I’ve gone so long without it…”

He wastes no time getting to work after that. With the way he’s positioned he should be considered the captive, but you’re not under any illusions as to who has who trapped. When he gets like this—all determined and fierce and feral—you’re absolutely powerless against him. With his hot, wet mouth working you over with such a clear dedication to your undoing there’s nothing to be done but to sit back and receive his care.

“Close, Asa—‘m so close…”

“Already?” he starts, lips pulling away from you with a lewd sounding smack. “Is it that good, honey?”

You nod your head hard and fast. “Yes~ Please don’t stop. Want your mouth, wanna come for you…”

“____, gods… Okay, okay—I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart, promise. Just hold on, ‘kay?”

His words turn out to be a warning rather than a bid for patience, you soon find, as the hand that had been helping to keep you anchored leaves your thigh; the rhythmic bob of its connecting shoulder that starts up afterwards tells you that he’s chasing his own pleasure even as he drives you headlong into your own. A little flicker of undue jealousy flares in your gut at that. It should be your hand—or your mouth, or better still, your tight little hole—that’s making him feel good–

But can you really begrudge him anything when he’s pulling you apart like this?

His technique isn’t lessened for the speed, if anything the urgency only serves to add an extra layer of excitement to it all. That said, neither of you have any desire to actually be caught so you do your part to bring you to your ends. Your hips rut against his mouth as much as your positioning will allow for, barely subdued whimpers and moans pouring from your lips all the while. Meanwhile Asahi’s just as vocal, with even the least sound he makes hitting you like body blow. The pair of you are caught in a feedback loop of pure pleasure, one that can only be broken by that all-consuming, ultimate culmination.

Unsurprisingly it’s you that falls first.

You grit out something that’s supposed to be his name, though you can’t quite manage to get all of the syllables out, but apparently what little you do manage is enough to drag your man over the edge after you. He cums with a choked growl that peters out into a contented sigh as you both lean as heavily against one another as you dare. Though the hall that you’ve claimed for your little romp is out of the way, it’s still in a public space; time is against you, and the longer you dawdle, the greater the chance of discovery. This is why Asahi is quick to set you both to rights—well, as soon as you’re able to (mostly) stand under your own power anyway.

Thankfully you don’t look too worse for wear, all things considered. Sure your hair’s not as pristine as it had been, and there may be a glow to your eyes that wasn’t there before, and–

Oh who are you kidding? Everyone’s gonna know exactly what the pair of you have been up to.

An embarrassing prospect, but one you’ve long since made peace with.  At least this time both of your outfits made it through the ordeal unscathed, the odd wrinkle notwithstanding.

Once enough blood returns to your brain to once again allow for rational thought, you’re worried that Asahi has made a mess of his suit’s pants, but some fortunately quick thinking on his part saw his pocket square taking the brunt of things. Unfortunately he cannot return the now sullied cloth to its former home and the distinct pattern makes it far too identifiable to just toss–

“But I think I have a solution, love—if you’re willing to indulge me?”

The feeling of damp silk contouring to your most intimate areas is shiver-inducing, the knowing looks that your man tosses you nearly enough to bring you to your knees…

It’s another unspoken promise made, one’s who fulfillment you are most certainly to looking forward to.

X-Ray || How they look with their clothes off.

Though I already gushed about this way back in ‘B’ there will never not be a time when I’m not ready so say so much more on the subject lol.

As I’ve well established at this point, dude’s got a gd body on him, and said body’s fit as hell. He’s made sure to keep in shape, so he hasn’t lost any definition over the years—hell, if anything he’s probably gained some. While his arms and torso are points of pride for him, his legs aren’t to be slept on– Well unless you’re like literally sleeping on them thicc ass thighs lmao. This god-tier lap pillow is always on offer, btw, and a scalp message comes standard with each use! But anyways!! His legs are long, toned, and they look especially pretty when they’re wrapped around your waist, just sayin’ 😏

Aside from all that he’s just planes and planes of lightly toasted skin. Idk why, but I just really feel in my heart of hearts that he tans SO easily, and in the summer he’ll get those cute lil sun freckles too, and not just on his face either. Arms, hands, shoulders, hell even his legs—anywhere that gets enough sunlight will eventually start sprouting the things and it’s just really fucking adorable… Also! His hair lightens a bit in the summer. It’s not super noticeable outside of the sun for the most part, but he does pick up some natural highlights; they’re only about half a shade to a shade lighter, just enough to add an extra touch of dimension to his already beautiful locks.

He doesn’t really have any noteworthy scars, but I do see him as being the type to have a little ink. Ofc tattoos are still a bit of a controversial topic in Japan, but it seems like so long as they’re not somewhere super exposed they’re not too much of a problem. It also helps matters that he’s his own boss (I personally canon him as starting up his own label in his late twenties) and he works in a field where self-expression is highly celebrated no matter what form it takes.

Being the creative that he is, he really appreciates the artistry that goes into it all. He’s definitely the type to design his own tattoos, and he’ll draw up some for you too, if you’re that way inclined. As for what he’d get… I can see him wanting at least one traditional, fully colored piece—maybe a koi with some lotus blossoms?

Also, blackwork. He just thinks it looks super elegant; for that piece he’d probably go for something geometric with super clean lines. Location-wise they’d probably be on his back and upper arms—maaaybe his chest too, but that’s probably just wishful thinking on my part. ((but seriously tho, just think how hot it’d be if wore a kinda loose button up and he does that thing that guys do where they leave an absolutely unnecessary amount of buttons undone and you occasionally catch a peek at the ink on his pec—god.)) It’s a pain, having to cover them up when he goes out to onsens and the like, but it’s worth it, he thinks.

Alsooo—being the big ol’ sentimental softie that he is, he definitely gets a crow. That one’d probably be really simplistic, just an outline of the bird’s silhouette, and he’d probably have it placed behind his ear or something lol. A more daring position, true, but since he likes to wear his hair down it isn’t as readily visible as you’d think. He may or may not try to talk his former teammates into getting matching crow tattoos with varying results lol.

…bonus HC time? Bonus HC time.

The ones most enthusiastic about the prospect are Suga, Noya, Tanaka, Hinata, and (to the great surprise of literally everyone) Kiyoko. Daichi and Yachi are a bit reluctant—the latter because she’s afraid that she’ll get staph infection or something equally terrible (and unlikely) and die, the former because he’s afraid that his grandma will disown him if she ever found out (also he’s low-key afraid of needles lmao); they both cave once they find out that Kiyoko did the thing. Ennoshita bows out as he doesn’t think it’s becoming of a medical professional, while Tsukki initially says no just because he doesn’t want one (tho eventually Yams and the tangerine wear him down lol). Kags gets one just because he doesn’t want to feel left out, which is generally the reason why the rest eventually agree.

They even get their old sensei in on the action. I definitely canon Keishin as having some ink, so he was an easy sale, but everyone was ~shook~ when their mild mannered advisor agreed just as readily. Turns out he already has a pretty sizable piece hidden away on his back—I’m thinking some sort of traditional styled shoulder piece that maaay wrap around onto his chest as well? 👀👀 Sir, I am looking respectfully, I swear—that he absolutely adores so getting a tiny lil crow is nothing.

((ngl, the idea of Takeda with ink is Doing Something to me and fuck—did I just accidentally make myself thirsty for him too?? Ah well, HCs for another day, I suppose…))

So in conclusion—Asahi’s a thick, pretty boy, with some pretty ink. That’s all I’ve got, folks. Thanks for listening lol…

Yearning || How high is their sex drive?

Eh, I’d say it’s about average these days, tho it is worth noting that he’s content to follow your lead on this. If you want him more often he’s more than willing to oblige you, and likewise if your sex drive is on the lower side he’s cool with that too.

At the end of the day sex for him, while obviously very enjoyable, is just another way for him to express his love for you, but it’s certainly not the only way, yanno? In fact his main love language isn’t even touch, but rather quality time.  The accompanying activity is ultimately immaterial in his eyes, he just wants to spend as much time with you as possible because on top of loving you, he genuinely likes you. Before you were lovers you were friends, and that particular bond has only grown stronger and deeper over the years, so it’s not surprising that he enjoys your company so much. Because of this he’s as likely to do a puzzle with you as he is to blow your back it—it really all just depends on what you want lol.

That said, the pendulum does indeed swing both ways, so if you’ve been apart for an extended amount of time he will get… needy to say the least.

It’s usually his work that’s the main culprit of time theft. Fashion shows and various events see him hopping cities/countries a fair bit, especially at the height of new seasons, and unless you work with him you cannot always accompany him. You both do your best to keep one another sated with texts and phone calls and video chats, but you know that these are little more than stopgaps—a traveler’s substitution, that while valiant in its efforts, will never compare to having your lover wrapped up in your arms.

It’d be in your best interest to take the next couple of days off when you know he’s due back because you won’t be leaving your home for at least that long—hell, you’ll barely be leaving your bedroom if he has his way…

ZZZ || How quickly they fall asleep afterwards.

It honestly depends on how rested he was before the session.

If it’s like a midday romp he’ll probably be ready for a nap, but it’s not so pressing a need that he’s gonna pass out. But if it’s at the end of a long day he’s p. much out once he’s gotten you squared away. He’s also been known to knock out on you during your post sex cuddles lol. It’s always one of those really light dozes tho—ya know the kind, where you’re like technically asleep, but still weirdly aware of everything that’s going on around you. And if it’s a situation where his sleep’s been broken (because sometimes the thirst is just that real, let’s be honest lol) he’ll be out like a light soon after, not that he was ever really fully awake in the first place.

All that said, he knows the importance of aftercare, so he always makes sure to provide it to you in some capacity, even if that just amounts to him snuggling the fuck outta you until you both succumb to sleep’s siren call.

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