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𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 | Summer Fair 2022

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i love haikyuu i wish volleyball was real :(

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always the damn babysitter

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Someone’s in trouble…. :x

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why do guys look hotter in black t-shirts :((

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Can I humbly ask for kiss 48. with Battinson and a female reader?

You may ask and you shall humbly get Anon.

Pairing: Battinson x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, dating, nervous kisses, nervous Bruce Wayne, gentleman Bruce Wayne

Word count: 0.6k

A/N: More Battinson fluff is always good for the soul.

48. kisses with trembling lips

Bruce was never the most... social guy you've ever met. In fact when you first met he barely spared you a few words. He was rather closed off, always in a hurry, almost avoiding the spotlight. Which is pretty hard considering he was a Wayne after all and there were certain things expected of him.

But you persisted and started to chip away at the shield around his heart little by little. Now you even manage to get a smile out of him, which by some is considered impossible.

You almost thought it was a joke when Bruce asked you out to dinner. Only Bruce Wayne doesn't make jokes, so it couldn't be that. A dream maybe? It wouldn't be the first time you dreamt about him. Although he's not usually so nervous in those so the only option left was that this was real.

The whole time Bruce tried to play it off as thanks for doing such a good job at your workplace.

"Are you sure this is just dinner? Or are you trying to bribe me to come work for you? Bribes wouldn't look too good for you Bruce." You give him a teasing smile as you look over the menu. The place was damn expensive.

Bruce shakes his head in amusement, "No such thing. And if I was I wouldn't be so obvious about it."

"Good to know. I'll look for other signs then." Bruce hides his laugh behind his hand as the waiter comes over to your table. To Bruce's credit he had started going out more than usual, no longer the quite the mysterious, shut-in billionaire he once was.

That being said he still kept his secrets, you knew. Well maybe he'll open up to you in time. This was only your first official date after all.

Ever the gentleman Bruce offered to walk you home, even offering you his arm to hold if you wanted to. It was sweet, especially when you saw the little blush appear on his cheeks for a moment.

You could see wheels turning in his head when he walked you to the door, his eyes shifting to it and then back to you.

"I... this was nice." He pressed his lips together, "Thank you for indulging me tonight. I'd like to do this again."

"Well you certainly know how to treat a lady. But perhaps something a little more active next time?" His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, "Get your mind out of the gutter Bruce!" You barely stifle a laugh, "I meant dancing."

"Oh! Right. Of course. I would love to. Not much of a dancer though, I'm afraid." He gave a small smile and a shrug.

"I'm sure you're a fast learner." His smile widens, eyes shimmering with sudden glee.

"You have no idea." The deeper tone of his voice caught you off guard along with sending some... pleasant tingles up your spine, making your cheeks flushed. Bruce seemed to have seen this as he was suddenly back to his normal self, clearing his throat, "Uh... I'll call you then, is that alright?" His hand reached for yours, bringing it close to his lips before he paused.

You felt Bruce's warm breath on your skin, only making your blush deeper. When you looked closer you saw that his lips were shaking. God, he was nervous about kissing your hand! Could he be more adorable. He glanced at you briefly, waiting for you to nod, and only then did his lips make contact with the back of your hand. His kiss was a little prickly due to his stubble but his lips were soft, much softer than you expected, and warm.

"Until then." He gave you another small smile as he let go of your hand, disappearing down the street.

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may i have this dance - (cue two hours of badly danced bachata helped with youtube tutorials)

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art by @jujuk_el on twitter

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[ 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 ] 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

cw: afab! reader, pregnancy, gojo refers to you as a “mom”

satoru has never really been one for routines—it’s not as though life really lets him have them with all the things it’s hurdled, but there a few things he still manages to do regularly.

like his extensive skin care regimen, and the way he has a pastry after lunch every day, or the way he kisses the tip of your nose twice and then your lips before he gets up every morning. but most importantly, it’s this—the way he tiptoes into the quiet house in the dead of night, makes his way to admire the happy little nursery room you’ve put together, runs his fingers over the soft blanket waiting for your baby’s arrival, and then winds up curled by your legs at the foot of your bed as he lifts your shirt over your swollen belly and plants a little kiss to your skin.

it’s comical almost, with his six foot stature and his long, muscled limbs, but satoru makes it work. he likes being eye level with your baby—even if they’re not really seeing him, and he’s not really sure where their eyes even are. but it’s a set routine, one he cherishes greatly, one that gives him just a semblance of something calm and soft and safe in his life.

“hey peanut,” he murmurs, rubbing soft circles into your baby bump as he speaks with his lips pressed against your skin. “your mom hates when i call you that. ‘s why i gotta do it,” he chuckles.

you’re pretty sure satoru could think of a new pet name every day, that your child could very well grow up without hearing the same one twice for as long as he’s around. his list never seems to stop growing from new additions—and it won’t. not when he’s promised your child everything he never had, including fun pet names that are entirely too embarrassing. more just never seems to be enough.

“today wasn’t too interesting, you’d be bored,” he sighs, almost like he’s reliving the uneventful day he’s had, “good thing you’re all toasty in there—” he gives your skin a soft pat, “—i’d live in here too if i could. seems pretty nice. no bills to pay, free food, sleep whenever you want. you’re really living my dream life there, pumpkin.”

he plants another kiss to your skin, trailing pecks along until he meets your bellybutton. he smiles, lets himself relax for the first time all day, lets himself close his eyes and sigh as his figure sinks deeper into the mattress.

“today’s curse was lame,” he huffs, lips curling slightly into a pout as he speaks, “no cool stories for you today, angel. sorry about that. tomorrow’s should be good—and i get to work with nanami! that’s exciting,” his voice picks back up a spark at that, and then he feels a little kick under his palm. “you like nanami too, huh? yeah, he’s fun to pester,” satoru laughs softly, “but you better not like him more than me. i’m cooler, funnier, and i’m less grumpy. you know, nanami says i bought too many baby clothes—your mom did too. not everyone can keep up with baby fashion, i guess,” he rolls his eyes, “can’t have my little kiddo wearing last week’s trends, can i?”

“satoru, please go to sleep,” you groan, “it’s late.” but then your fingers slide into his hair, scratching gently at his scalp as he sighs softly at the feeling.

“i’m having an important father and child bonding moment here,” he insists.

“have it in the morning—”

“but you’re even grumpier in the morning, you’ll cut our time short. it’s very important to build trust and and communication with your little ones if you want a healthy relationship. you should read more,” he says matter-of-factly, and you almost want to kick him off the bed (though you’re sure he won’t really move if you try.)

“our little one is gonna have chronic migraines from the womb,” you mutter, and there’s a giddy little grin across his lips as you speak, one you feel through his lips that are still pressed against your belly. you fingers don’t stop gently stroking through his locks, and his palm is still rubbing slow circles against your skin—and for a moment, even with an unborn child and a slightly irritated you, he’s got a picture perfect little family in his hands.

one he never really thought would be his.

“i have to keep our baby updated,” he murmurs, “you’re too boring, they don’t get fun stories all day when i’m not around.”

“i don’t think you’re supposed to tell infants about curse exorcisms,” you mutter, “what if they have nightmares?”

“can’t be worse than hearing you talk about which vegetables to get,” he shrugs, chuckling lowly when you swat at his shoulder.

he wraps his arms around your waist, presses his cheek lightly against your baby bump as he hums in content. tomorrow will be another day with new burdens and more uncertainties—but right now, right here, the world stops turning for a moment and let’s him catch up, let’s him steal a moment without asking for anything in return.

“someone has to be the responsible parent,” you snort.

“and someone has to be the cool one,” he counters. one last kiss to your belly, and then he’s shuffling up the mattress to be eye to eye with you now. you stare into his orbs for a moment, lingering on the slight glossiness that seems to appear every night after he’s had his routine conversation.

“at least we can say we’re pretty balanced parents,” you whisper, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his jaw. he smiles—and it’s watery, relieved even, but still just a little bit unsure.

“we could say we’re cool ones if it weren’t for you,” he teases, chasing your retreating lips and pressing his firmly against them. it’s a soft kiss, one that pours love into your lungs. it’s the kind that seeps into your skin and melts into your bones—the same love that comes in a form of another kick to your belly.

“our baby thinks i’m cool. see? they’re trying to tell you,” you huff, reaching for his hand and placing it over your bump. you watch his eyes soften at the pressure against his palm, watch the way his lips twitch upwards as joy paints over the canvas of his face.

“our baby,” he repeats quietly, testing the sound on his tongue as though it’s new.

“all ours,” you promise, pressing one more tiny kiss to his lips before resting your head on his chest—and if you notice there’s a skip in his heartbeat, satoru is glad you don’t say anything.

and even if he’s not really a man of routine, this part of his day never ceases to repeat, and he thinks it’s his favorite.

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backpack buddies!!

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Convenience Masterlist

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Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Masterlist

Playlist

1. Heroes and Villains

2. The Proposal

3. White Wedding

4. A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

5. Phantom

6. Designs

7. The Car

8. Wrong Place, Wrong Time

9. Open Wounds

10. Something in the Way

11. Drive

12. Supercut

13. The Memorial

14. Revelations

15. All the Things She Said

16. Bruises

17. Mail Bomb

18. Aftermath

19. Family Secrets

20. For Reasons Unknown

21. Election Day

22. The Invitation

23. Remember, Remember

24. Inbetween Days

25. Back Home

26. This is the Day

Bonus Chapters:

Self Defence

Bruce keeps his promise and starts to teach Y/N how to defend herself (fluff)

What if?

AU: What if the convenience couple found out they were expecting just before everything with the Riddler happened? (fluff, angst)

The Circus

Alfred suggests Y/N and Bruce take a night off at the circus (fluff, angst)

Blurbs:

How Bruce reacts to finding out he's going to be a father

Requests are open for anything you want to know more about this couple that I might not have mentioned in the story, or any situations you would like to see them in :)

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cw: gojo's past arc spoilers, implied sex, suggestive, kissing

when gojo awoke, he noticed four highly unusual things.

one, his bed was missing its usual coldness. the one he has gotten used to waking up to ever since… he was born?

which is weird, because he never bought any sort of electric bed warmers nor was it summer.

two, he had no nightmares. no images of his best friend's back turned to him as he slowly blends into the crowd, no images of a dead amanai riko lying limply in his arms, no images of fushiguro toji stabbing him on his throat, and no images of the three of them blaming and shouting at the man for their own fates.

which is rare, because every night either one or all of them would visit gojo. he even had the habit of taking his guesses on who's appearing in his dreams due to how frequent they happen.

three, he feels happy. like really, sincerely happy. not like the mask of joyfulness he shows his students; unlike the facade he had gotten all too used to presenting people.

which is rare, because gojo satoru has never felt true happiness ever since geto suguru's defection.

four, there's something warm and soft enclosing his whole body. as if he suddenly acquired a life-sized teddy bear he's now snuggling with.

but no, he never bought any sort of stuffed toy and what he was feeling was something way better than some big plushie.

(because teddy bears don't radiate warmth that feels as homely, as comforting, nor as peaceful as the sorcerer senses to the point that he never wanted to let go.)

so despite his body and mind's unceasing protests, gojo satoru slowly but surely opened his eyes to inspect why the hell there were suddenly so many changes on his usual mornings.

it was you.

an ethereal being quiescently sleeping with your cheek squished on his toned pectoral littered with red and purple marks, your marks, drool dripping down your mouth, tangled and messy hair sticking to your face, arms tightly wrapped around his naked torso as if you too would never want this moment to end.

ah. that explains why i slept so well.

gojo raises the duvet up to your shoulder before lifting his right hand and brushing your hair out of your face, wanting to see for the first time what you look like when you sleep and god. it's the only sight he would ever want to see over and over again and again for the rest of his mornings.

memories of the night prior came flooding back into his mind, filling his entire being with more and more tenderness as he remembers how your bodies perfectly molded and joined into singularity mere hours ago, as if you two were puzzle pieces who found their way towards each other despite being lost wandering somewhere around the vast and endless universe.

gojo tightened his left arm on your bare waist, his desire to be closer to you and to feel you even further starting to overtake his senses.

that is until you stirred, opened your eyes, and roamed your pupils on your surroundings before settling into his own sapphire irises. your forehead scrunched upon recognizing the man, as if you were wondering how you ended up in your current position.

you're frowning and groggy and disoriented so why are you still so gorgeous?

"g'morning, drooling beauty. someone had a great sleep, huh?" he teases as a greeting, making you frown even more as you attempt to remove your arms from his body.

whining, gojo's hands instantly flew to yours as he pressed his weight down onto the mattress, "nooo. let's stay like this."

at that, you smirked and rested your chin on his sternum before opening your mouth, "heh. someone wants to cuddle, huh?" your tone was condescending yet you still held him tighter than before, upper body fully pressed on his and arms underneath him as you lean closer to press your lips on his jaw.

(oh how he loves your morning voice; the only sound he wants to hear as soon as he wakes up.)

satoru smiled before muttering ‘just stay with me,’ pressing his lips that have said far too many words and brushed all over your figure last night on the top of your head as he basks in your presence.

it’s pretty ironic. how infinity, his most prized technique, is meant for gojo satoru to be untouchable, to serve as a barrier—a physical boundary he learned to automatically activate in order to keep himself from any injury, from any type of harm, from any kind of pain.

yet all he wants whenever he’s with you is to turn all those barriers off and to shove them away on the deepest part of his being, never to emerge again. he just wants to hold you close until the edge of the universe stops expanding and starts receding, until only the two of you are left in a small space slowly getting swallowed by complete darkness.

only then will he activate his infinity and shield the both of you against the collapsing cosmos.

“...fast? gojo? are you listening?”

your muffled voice brought the naked man back to reality, and he feels you attempting to raise your head from its place on his neck (probably to look at him) but fails as he pushes the body part back with his chin. "yes, yes, i'm listening. you were saying something about how we finished fast, right? you can just say you wanna go for another, ya know? i won't mind~"

you let out an ugh and he swears he can hear your eyes roll within your response, "no, you idiot. i was asking what you wanted for breakfast. were you dozing off?"

he responds only to your former question, completely ignoring the latter. "breakfast, huh? let me think."

for gojo, breakfast normally meant going to some shop near wherever he currently is and eating a slice of cake alone. he couldn’t even remember the last time he had a home cooked meal and although he’d stop at nothing to taste your cooking (even if it’s dirt), he has been thinking of another meal ever since he realized woke up with you.

smirking, the white-haired man twisted his body before flipping the both of you and hovered over your form despite your halfhearted protests. you were looking incredulously at him, left eyebrow raised and forehead scrunched as he slowly leans in to plant a chaste kiss on your nose.

“you were asking what i wanted for breakfast, right? welp, i want you.”

however, the thought of you standing in his kitchen, in front of his stove, possibly wearing his shirt that would be way too huge for your figure and making him breakfast while his body encloses yours from behind, the combined smell of miso soup and your neck permeating his senses sits at the back of his mind while he kisses you silly.

so gojo satoru, the ever unpredictable man, halts the onslaught of his love on your face and pulls back, perching both of his hands on either side of your shoulder as he continues hovering over you and watching you catch your breath.

“i changed my mind. cook me breakfast now~” he beamed before getting off the bed and grabbing his shirt on the floor, leaving you dumbfounded as you allow him to lift you off the mattress and carry you bridal style out of the door.

you sighed exasperately.

what a bizarre man you fell in love with.

navi

i just love him a lot TT

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Dc thirst scenarios: How the Dick and Jason waste the last of their energy after patrol

Warning: Mainly somnophilia

Dick Grayson

The sun is just creeping up over the horizon, the sounds of Cop sirens echo in the distance but all Dick can think of is how sweet and lovely you look in your nightdress. He’s tired, his entire body aches but he wants to feel you, he wants to please you, he knows you’re asleep but he wants to give you some nice dreams. His knees sink into the edge of the bed as he slowly crawls towards you enjoying the sound of your soft snores, he strips of his suit and mask leaving him in only his boxers as he runs his strong warm hands up your legs. He carefully spread them apart revealing your soft glistening cunt for him, you’re not wearing panties which surprises him but makes his life easier.

“You’re wet Angel, I hope you’re dreaming about me.”, he hums quietly gently rubbing circles into your shy clit with his thumb.

Your body responds to his touch and you moan softly despite still being asleep, a small whimper of his name falls from your lips making him smile. He places a gently kiss to your lips and kisses a trail down your silk caressed body until he reaches your sweet mound. His lips pepper soft warm kisses over your clit until it’s puffy and wet from his drool. The tip of his tongue gently dances over clit licking sweet rough circles over it, until your body is trembling and your cunt is dripping with slick.

“Just stay asleep and feel good baby.”, Dick chuckles against your folds before finally burying his face in your heat.

Your body spasms in his hands while he eats you out, you’re so much more sensitive right now spilling sweet slick like a small river between your folds. Dick smiles and enjoys your taste making sure to drink up every drop like a starved man. He’s moaning into your cunt, making love to you like you deserved, your thighs gently squeeze his head and you whine panting in your sleep to the strange sensation between your legs.

“It’s okay baby, cum whenever you want. I can take it.”, His tongue plunges into your heat, nose teasing your poor clit while he attacks your inner walls relishing in the sweet pulse and clamp of your cunt around his tastebuds.

Dick’s cock is raging with need but he’s to tired to bother inserting himself inside you, he bucks his cock into the bedsheets and focuses his sleepy mind on eating you out. The warmth of your thighs and cunt around his head are making him sleepy, he’s lazily licking stripes from the bottom of your pussy to your clit spreading your folds open with his fat tongue.

“R-Richard.”, you gasp weakly gently orgasming a sweet thick creamy load for him to enjoy.

Dick doesn’t let any of your cum go to waste and eats it up like a good boy should, he can’t help himself even as sleep overtakes him, his lips gently suck on your clit like a pacifier and he doesn’t even catch himself nodding off with your sensitive bundle of nerves in his mouth. He lazily pulls several orgasms out of you until you both finally wake up hours later to see his face a mess with your sweet release.

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Jason Todd

Jason was glad to see you asleep when he returned home, waiting for him until two in the morning while studying and worrying over your exams wasn’t easy on you and he knew that. He sighed finding himself hot and bothered after a run in with Poison Ivy and her shitty aphrodisiac but he didn’t want to bother you with that. That was until he saw you asleep in one of his huge shirts and a cute lacy red thong.

“Fuck….maybe just a little bit.”, he sighed stripping himself bare.

His body pressed against your back smothering you in his warmth, you hum his name silently in your sleep. He’s already rock hard for you but he has to make sure you’re prepped for it. One hand dances up your shirt kneading your breasts to entice your body for him more, the other goes down to your warm cunt and gently massages your sensitive bud.

“So beautiful so fucking sexy goddamn I’m in love with you.”, Jason huffs pressing messy kisses against the nape of your neck.

You twitch under his touch making him chuckle. Your slick begins to coat your sweet folds allowing him just enough lube to push two fingers in and stretch you. A soft whimper fills Jason’s ears making him groan to the uncomfortable tightness in his pants.

“That’s it baby get all wet for me, all relaxed for Daddy’s fat cock.”, he growls against your neck biting into your soft flesh while he thrusted his hard cock against your thighs.

He could feel your cunt soaking the crotch of his pants the more he thrusted but he couldn’t take it once your cute little back began to arch against him. A deep blush painted your face from ear to ear and soft breathless pants and whines spilled from your lip. Jason chuckled against your ear and quickly undid his belt and pants freeing his cock from the leather prison. Soft lips left a heated trail against the skin of your neck as he enjoyed your breathless moans with each inch of his cock that sunk into your warm cunt.

“Fuck baby~ you’re so hot and wet for me. Squeezing me like the perfect princess you are.”, Jason hisses focusing on sinking himself into you until he’s completely inside of you.

Once he’s enveloped in your warmth he can’t help himself and fills you with a thick load that you’d certainly complain about later but he wasn’t done. His fingers found your clit once more and began to rub your nub to orgasm, he’s deep slow thrusts we’re just enough to reach that special spot inside. You were all his and he yours and it was moment like these that reminded him of that.

“J-Jason…Jason.”, you moan softly slowly waking up from the full feeling in your tummy.

“Hush baby, I got home and I just couldn’t hold back. I missed you so much but it’s fine I’m not going anywhere please just go back to sleep in my arms. Im almost done I promise.”, he whispers to you with a quiet hush and kisses your shoulder while you hum back to him.

Jason speeds up, going as fast and as deep as his hips will let him while he’s on his side. You’re sleepy but can’t believe how good it feels, his rough fingers find your clit once more trying to pull one last orgasm from your wet cunt. His deep raspy moans and grunts make your whole body warm, the degrading words and praise falling from his lips set your whole body ablaze. Soft whines and whimpers spill from your lips the faster he pounds into you but you just can’t help yourself. His cock is bullying your sweet spot and making your legs weak, Jason grunts against your ear with pleasure with each clamp of your inner walls. It’s driving him close.

“Jason!~”, you squeal creaming against his cock, Jason holds you close enjoying your trembling body and gently rubs at your swollen clit extending your orgasm until you stop and pant for breath.

“Atta’ girl, thank you Baby.”, Jason sighs filling you with his seed.

The warmth of his body makes you sleepy all over again, you sigh his name receiving a sweet kiss to your cheek. “Go to sleep baby I’ll clean you up.”

“No, it’s okay. I want you to stay inside a bit longer, feels good.”