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⚪️ a thot’s thoughts || ongoing
multi-fandom || various nsfw musings
⚪ autumn’s arrival || ongoing
multi-fandom || sfw fluff
⚪️ love you like i do || on hiatus
hq || sfw fluff
⚪️ 12 days of batmas || on hiatus
batboys || sfw fluff
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t. kuroo || kiss kiss, fall in love
fandom: hq
series: autumn’s arrival
rating: general
content type: sfw fluff
chronology: pre and post time skip
reader gender: neutral
summary: a love story as told through kisses…
links: tumblr || ao3
asahi a. || it’s so lovely, loving you
fandom: hq
series: n/a
rating: general
content type: sfw fluff
chronology: post time skip
reader gender: neutral
summary: a day in the life of a couple that is absolutely and ridiculously in love, set to music.
links: tumblr || ao3
asahi a. || nsfw abcs
fandom: hq
series: a thot’s thoughts
rating: explicit
content type: nsfw musings
chronology: post time skip
reader gender: neutral
summary: it’s really just me lusting after mister azumane for 26 letters lol
links: tumblr || ao3
team karasuno || snow day? snow day!!
fandom: hq
series: winter wonderland ((m.list, as well as further entries, pending))
rating: general
content type: sfw fluff
chronology: post time skip
reader gender: neutral
summary: a set of hcs about how i think a snow day with your favorite crow would play out.
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the batboys || 12 days of batmas series
fandom: batman
rating: teen
content type: sfw fluff, tho there are a few ~spicy allusions~ lol
reader gender: neutral
summary: p. much what it says on the tin. various hcs and scenarios about your favorite bats and their holiday habits.
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↠ 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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|| 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.
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.
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.
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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.
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⚪️ 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.
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 💖
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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.”
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⚪️ 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.
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.
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)
|| 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
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|| 18+ ONLY ||
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💦 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.
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...
