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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.
may i have this dance - (cue two hours of badly danced bachata helped with youtube tutorials)
art by @jujuk_el on twitter
[ 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.
backpack buddies!!
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2. The Proposal
5. Phantom
6. Designs
7. The Car
9. Open Wounds
11. Drive
12. Supercut
13. The Memorial
14. Revelations
16. Bruises
17. Mail Bomb
18. Aftermath
19. Family Secrets
21. Election Day
22. The Invitation
24. Inbetween Days
25. Back Home
26. This is the Day
Bruce keeps his promise and starts to teach Y/N how to defend herself (fluff)
AU: What if the convenience couple found out they were expecting just before everything with the Riddler happened? (fluff, angst)
Alfred suggests Y/N and Bruce take a night off at the circus (fluff, angst)
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 :)
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.
i just love him a lot TT
