Firefighter!Sukuna who bust down your bathroom door when there was a fire in your building (one that you weren't aware of), clad in thick and hefty bunker gear, eyes scanning the brightly lit bathroom only to spot you in the middle of shower, completely bare, soap bubbles still coating your skin.
Firefighter!Sukuna who clears his throat, looking over his shoulder before turning back to you, cheeks dusted with a rather adorable shade of red.
"Th—there's apartment in next door fire." He stepped closer, hand gesturing for the bathrobe hanging beside the mirror.
"Huh?" Your brows are furrowed, trying to decipher who between you both was having a stroke, maybe the abrupt slam of the door did mess with you head.
The absurdity of the situation startles you enough that the thought of being completely naked before doesn't even cross your mind, at least not until he reached for the bathrobe himself, stepping closer to hand it to you.
Firefighter!Sukuna who acts instinctively, once you are modestly covered, yanks you over his shoulder to quickly move out into the smoke filled hallway, steps heavy against the wooden floor as he made his way out, making sure you didn't get knocked into the wall or door frames.
Firefighter!Sukuna who instantly jumps back into the building after making sure you are steady on your feets, looking over his shoulder once before continuing back inside, hoping he'd find you after the rescue is completed.
Firefighter!Sukuna who frowned when the medic informed that the people had scattered around some to the hospital for minor injuries other taking refuge with friends and family till the apartment complex was fixed.
Firefighter!Sukuna who mulls over the awkward interaction for days, rest of the team teasing him over his jumbled words, hoping to find a reason to go back to your apartment without seeming like a pervert or a creep.
Firefighter!Sukuna who groans loud when he is informed about the routine check up he must have to ensure health, begrudgingly walks into the hospital with rest of the team, brows furrowed as he waited for his name to be called.
"Ryomen Sukuna."
The lady at the desk announced his turn, gesturing towards the door with light glowing above the 'general physician's.
Sukuna sighed, stepping into the office only to be stopped in his tracks, before him stood you, much more clothed, stethoscope hung around your neck as you wrote on charts, eyes widening in recognition when thet met his.
Firefighter!Sukuna who awkwardly stepped into your office, almost tripping over nothing, nearly turning a routine check up into a life threatening emergency.
"You work here?" He asked, nearly slapping his own forehead, of course you do.
You nodded your head, lips pursed together as you placed the clipboard on the desk, patting the stretcher, "I'd hope so."
Firefighter!Sukuna who snorts at your sass, ugly little sound escaping the back of his throat, warmth blooming on his cheeks as you grinned back at him.
Firefighter!Sukuna who sits still while you noted his vitals, metal of the stethoscope cold against his warm skin, eyes following your movement, at one point he caught himself admiring your penmanship.
"You've got good handwriting." He mumbled, pointing to where you noted his pulse rate and blood pressure, "usually doc's have chicken scribble writing."
Firefighter!Sukuna who swears to keep his mouth shut when you continue to look at him in bewilderment, more than once did he catch you suppressing the urge to grin.
Firefighter!Sukuna who waits outside your office to get clearance, only to be handed a doctor's note instead.
"Come back for check up later, your heart rate was abnormally high."
⡴ gym teacher!sukuna has an embarrassingly known crush on school nurse!reader
lowkey wanna turn this into a full oneshot
if he heard one more twelve year old’s squeaky voice whispering to one another, saying he’s ‘got a crush on the school nurse’ he swears he’s gonna write up the whole grade.
god, it’s even worse when one of the eighth grade girls come up to him when he’s on lunch duty.
“mr., mr. ! did you know the nurse mentioned she likes tall guys when i went into her room for a tylenol !”
“what does that have to do with me ?” he grumbles, scrunching his face while the girl and her friend stare up at him.
“well everyone knows you like like her—”
“GO SIT DOWN!”
he swears the whole lunchroom conveniently goes quiet when he yells that as the girls squirm away back to their tables and start whispering around gossip.
and even worse than the girls that draw hearts around you and sukuna’s staff photos next to eachother in the main office, he’s got gojo. gojo, who ships you two and nags him like worse-than a middle school girl. gojo, who shoves you two together for any school event.
“what game do you have planned for tomorrow?” you ask, leaning over to whisper to sukuna as eighth grade awards are called for each subject, timing claps inbetween your words while names are called. you smirk, “how many kids am i gonna have sent my way next time?”
“just dodgeball.” he leans down to whisper flatly against your ear, still staring down a kid giggling in the seating rows of the auditorium and effectively getting him to stop with his gaze.
“your version of dodgeball is basically to the death, i might have to have paramedics in my room on standby.” you joke, turning to smile at him so sweetly. in his mind, this counts as him making you laugh and therefore counts as a win.
he chuckles lightly, just a quick huff of his chest, but essentially the hardest he can laugh if he’s not looking at a kid getting tackled in class. “these kids will toughen up eventually, i am just teaching them to do it early.”
“were you a weak kid that needed to toughen up? i can really only picture you as a big scary dude.”
“i was actually a severely malnourished child due to my mothers impoverished state during her pregnancy.“ he says, truly not realizing how solemn he sounds in his voice even as he means it as a light hearted jest.
you blink at him, face contorted in confusion and awkwardness. he wants to hit himself.
the only thing that saves him from not saying anything stupid again is the end of the assembly, marked by gojo yelling into a megaphone and for kids to round up by homeroom.
the following week he’s still embarrassed to even look you in the eyes. he’s mulling over how stupid he must’ve looked infront of you while sifting through the equipment closet.
he hears steps echo throughout the currently empty gym before he yells out.
“gojo i’m not covering your lunch break, fuck off—” he turns around to not see the usual suspect he finds during his free period. instead, he sees you, leaning against the door in scrubs and white coat clinging to your body. he stills in his motion.
you speak before he can (if he can speak at all in his embarrassed state).
“i understand the confusion, he bothers me all the time too.” you dismiss, smiling at him with your glossed lips he probably thinks about hourly. waitwaitwait, gojo talks to you all the time ? he’s going to kill that lanky fuck. “just wanted to drop these off for yuri in your next period.” you jostle around a pill bottle in your hand, “she can get fainty on gym days so give these to her just in case to help prevent that.” he knows it’s your job and all, but your concern is honestly kinda cute.
“uhh yeah i’ll be sure to.” he nods, right as you drop the bottle on top of a stack of rubber cones by the door before you walk out. and he would just like it to be known he definitely didn’t stare at your ass as you left.
and he typically makes it easier for himself to deny how down bad he is to you, but now, after you spent a week of saved up sick days out last week, he’s kind of craving your voice. so who can blame him when he calls his 6th grade nephew into his office while he’s supposed to be at lunch.
“look, kid. i’m going to need you to do something, and i’m gonna need you to not be annoying about it, kay?”
yuji furrows his brows, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie.
“you,” he gestures to his nephew, “are going to act like you collapsed and let me bring you up to the school nurse. you are then going to be quiet when i talk to her.”
“is it cause you have a crush on her—”
sukuna tenses before cutting him off.
“do a good job acting and i will consider buying you that human earthworm blu-ray. do you hear me, brat?”
yuji’s eyes light up at the mention of the dvd.
“is this impression good enough then?” yuji leans and clutches at his side in fake fatigue while moaning dramatically for help, then immediately straightens up with a smile like he’s waiting for a rating. sukuna shakes his head and genuinely wonders how he’s related to this—in sukuna’s words— pea brained doofus.
he dials your number on his offices phone, sitting tense in his chair while he shh’s yuji. yuji nods and salutes as sukuna continues to roll his eyes.
yuji could’ve sworn he saw him smile when you pick up. he continues to watch sukuna fiddle with the curled wire of the phone as he explains yuji’s apparently dire situation. he can just barely hear the muffled sound of you saying ‘just bring him up and i’ll check him out.” over the speaker of the phone before sukuna hangs up and fixes his hair.
sukuna walks out the door and desperately tries to ignore yuji’s terrible post fainting impression behind him as his nephew follows his step to your room.
just before they step into your room he whispers to yuji as he leans over.
“if you can bring up me being single i’ll take you out for ice cream, brat.”
"love, no... don't go," nanami rasped, voice low still laced with sleep. his breath tickled the back of your neck as he spoke. the hold of his hand around your waist was somehow tighter, even after when you thought you couldn't possibly get any closer than this; your back on his chest without any space in between.
"let me gooo, i want to make my coffee," you whined softly, the tone made it apparent that you couldn't hold a smile at the sight of your usual collected man being so clingy. provoking him further, you once more tried to release the grasp of his hand on your stomach. the man responded with a disapproving grunt, the vibration from his lips against your skin made you shiver.
"stay, please. i'll make it for you later," he pleaded, trailing lazy kisses along your shoulder blade in hope to get you stay in bed, going as far as bringing his leg over both of yours, practically keeping you in his embrace. you chuckled.
"but i want it now," you replied, yet despite those words you couldn't help but put your hand on his cheek, seeing how the blond nuzzled closer to it, chasing the contact like a cat basking under the attention.
"not yet," he murmured, doubling down by gently turning you over, bringing you closer as you rested your head on his chest. you caved under his relentless touch, both his arms folded snugly behind your back. nanami wore a satisfied smile, like he just achieved something great. "i need another hour of this. of you."
"didn't know i'll be held hostage in some mornings when i went into this marriage," you teased, the comfort of his warm hug made you abandon the scheme you never planned to follow through. your fingers made their way to draw random patterns on the navy shirt he was wearing.
he caught your digits, planting a soft kiss at the back of your hand, "and you promised to accept me as i am in your vow, so i'm afraid you'll have to put up with this for the rest of your life."
꒰ summary ꒱; the blue lock boys meet you, who absolutely mogs the hell out of them and they either embarass themselves or just flat out fumble ૮꒰ “ . . ꒱ა
isagi spots you when you come up to him during a fan meet.
"so, you've been a fan for a while?" he starts, trying some small talk, finally glancing up from the jersey you'd requested his signature on, making eye contact with you. he knew it was from a collection sold a while ago, before he'd grown tons in popularity.
only to immediately avert his gaze back down because of how beautiful you are.
is it even right to be within 2 feet of you? he could swear a goddess just appeared before him.
"i am! i've been supporting you ever since..."
he could barely hear the array of words and compliments you were gushing anymore, too caught up on the sight of you.
he was imagining how pretty you'd look in his jersey, maybe getting married someday-
"...so yeah, i've been supporting you for a super long time! it feels so nice to finally meet you," you continued, snapping him out of his trance-like state of admiration.
"say, can i actually get your-" he's cut off before he can finish his sentence.
you were gently reminded by someone to keep moving along the line, leaving you waving back at isagi, leaving him in despair.
"-number..."
his first ever attempted shot and he got brutally blocked by his own security.
rin itoshi
you were rushing to be somewhere and happened to run into rin by chance.
you'd tripped over your shoelace and managing to land directly in front of him, wincing at the sharp pain shooting through your legs on impact.
he halted, careful to not step on you.
"ouchh, i'm so sorry!" you apologized profusely before actually meeting the gaze of the man standing above you.
it was rin itoshi.
your soul almost left your body right then and there, scrambling to back up to your feet, dusting off your pants.
"i am such a big fan."
he had no clue on how to respond.
first of all, you'd just tripped directly in front of him, then blinded him with your face card, and now you were stood in front of him like a soldier, acting unfazed, mentioning being a fan?
"your arm's bleeding," he stated, barely reacting, too focused on your perfect features.
"no it's not," you denied, determined to not embarass yourself in front of him.
he scoffed, reaching in his bag to fish out anything to stop the bleeding.
"shit, i'm gonna be late!" you panic, turning back around, running in the opposite direction.
his gaze follows your sudden movement.
he'd never admit it, to himself, but he was dissapointed he barely a conversation out of you.
maybe he just wanted an excuse to stare at your perfect features longer.
was he the fan or were you?
nagi seishiro
nagi's sitting on a swing in a playground, feet planted on the ground firmly, absolutely locked in on a mobile game he was playing.
you were there with your little sibling, having been forced to take them to play.
you weren't keen on refusing and risking upsetting your parents, so you'd simply gone along.
you strolled over to the swings, sitting on one beside another kid as you watched your little sibling terrorize the other children around, screaming on the slides.
it wasn't long before you noticed it in fact wasn't a little child next to you on the swings but nagi seishiro.
you gasped upon realizing.
"oh my gosh, are you nagi?"
he looked up briefly to nod, only to instantly glue his eyes onto the vibrant screen once more.
"i'm such a big fan!" you'd squeal, excitement radiating off of you.
he paused his game, doing a double take.
you were absolutely breathtaking.
the gentle breeze tousled your hair, framing your face perfectly, making you look like an angel.
was he dead? had you come to take him away?
"hellooo?" you raised your voice, tilting your head to the side, trying to catch his attention.
his phone nearly slipped from his grip, noting the close proximity between him and the beautiful woman beside.
"hi." he sat up, cheeks dusting a rosy tint, aware you most probably noticed him admiring you (it just looked like he was glaring at you because he held the straightest face throughout)
he sat there, stiff as a rock, unsure of what to do.
should he try make conversation? would you think he's weird?
"oh, i've gotta get home, it's getting pretty late!" you spoke up, waving as you walked back over to your little sibling, holding their hand on the way out.
and just like that, he'd lost his only chance of talking to you.
he'd tried to pull his focus back down to his game, only to see the large "you lost!" text across his screen, almost as if taunting him.
he grumbled in annoyance.
sae itoshi
sae's just about done with a morning run, sweat coating his toned biceps peeking through the tank top he had on.
he was stopped at a traffic light, waiting for the light to illuminate green.
unexpectedly, he felt a tap on his shoulder, tilting his head to the side reluctantly, not having enough motivation in him to deal with someone this bright and early in the morning-
oh.
"hi, i'm a big fan of you!" you exclaim, a bashful smile spread across your lips.
and just like that, he had to double take.
he paused, fully, turning to really face you now.
the sunlight filtered through the trees above, the glow accentuating every gorgeous feature.
"oh- thank you." he replies, voice gruff, unable to keep his eyes off of you.
"can we take a photo together, pleaseee?" you beg, batting your lashes up at him.
normally, he would've declared a curt 'i'm busy' and walked off, but how could he right now?
"sure."
you snap a photo with him, giggling like a highschool girl who'd just seen their crush smile at them in the hallways.
"thank you so much!" you grinned, looking back on the photo, unable to believe the situation was real.
to be honest, neither could he.
well, he too, wanted a photo with you now.
michael kaiser
you met kaiser at a fan meet, every word he spoke to you dripping in ego, not bothering to look up from the little plushie of him you'd requested he sign. he couldn't refrain from letting out a snort at the sight of it.
however, when he finally did look your way to return it, he was convinced he was hallucinating.
you were absolutely beautiful.
the type of girl he'd see in a movie and dream about for a day or two afterwards.
you were standing before him, smiling gleefully, faint blush on the apples of your cheeks.
"i'm such a big fan, thank you!" his hand grazed yours unnecessarily on purpose, holding your fingers still between his for a moment.
he inspected the acrylics you'd adorned your nails with, paying close attention to you now.
"pretty nails for a pretty girl," he remarks boldly, observing the subtle tremor of your hands in his grip, a cocky smirk playing on his lips.
you didn't get time to react, being prompted to move along the line by security.
"kaiser, don't try that again, you're well aware it isn't allowed."
"i know, but she was cute," he snickered, marvelling in the sight of your flushed face as you walked away.
alexis ness
ness met you in a library.
both of you ended up reaching for the same book, fingers rubbing against eachothers.
his eyes meet yours to apologize and they proceed to widen before he can even begin to.
your beauty was captivating.
he looked you up and down, trying to play it cool and not act like a loser. "i'm sorry about that, you can have the book-"
"wait, i'm a big fan!"
"o-oh yeah, me too," he blurts, too focused on your entrancing smile.
"you too?" you repeat, giggling, an eyebrow raised.
and goodness, you looked impossibly prettier while smiling.
he mentally face-palms, a breathless laugh escaping him, forcing his smile wider.
he starts another sentence, attempting to shoot his shot. "h-hey, we should-"
you hear one of your friends call out for you, waving at ness, leaving him and the book behind all alone.
he clutches the book tight in his palm, dissapointed in himself. (he managed to find you on instagram like a week after that)
bunny iglesias
you were busy with your shift at a cafe at the time, being motioned over to take his order
your jaw nearly dropped upon seeing who you were serving.
but he was equally as surprised.
pleasantly surprised.
you were drop-dead gorgeous, the type of woman he'd spot on the cover of a vogue magazine.
"oh my gosh, i'm a really big fan," you burst out with a sound of unadulterated surprise, unable to believe your eyes.
he noticed your grip trembling on the pen you held, eliciting a soft chuckle from him.
"thank you, cariño," he grins, basking in the admiration in your eyes.
"why's such a pretty lady like you working here, hm?" he questions, attempting to make some kind of move on you.
before you could respond, a waiter called out for you, leaving you forced to comply.
you sighed softly, giving him a sudden wave off as you walked off to attend to seperate matters.
bunny never got the chance to see you again after that (leaving him bummed out for the rest of the day)
hugo vivian
you'd bumped into him on the street due to the tears blurring your vision.
he held you steady to prevent you tripping and falling as you stumbled backwards.
he was mildly stunned at the tears streaming down your face, then he found himself taken further aback at how stunning you were.
even with your lashes wet and your nose red, you were the most gorgeous woman he'd laid eyes on.
you realized who it was you'd ran into, mood shifting right away.
"w-wait-" sniffle "i-i'm a huge fan." your voice wavered, struggling to compose yourself.
"is that so?" he murmurs, too focused on how ethereal you look before him.
he reaches out, thumb wiping excess tears pooling around the edges of your puffy eyes.
you stifle a shriek as he does so, cheeks flushing beet-red.
he sees no problem in his actions; he's simply trying to cheer up a beautiful girl.
"i actually- have to go-" you blurt out, offering him a smile on your pretty lips before you rushed off.
at least he got to see you smile, but he hadn't gotten the chance to ask for your number.
what a bummer, he thought to himself. you were far more captivating compared to any of the blank books he'd ever skimmed through in his life time.
I don't understand why "Adrian doesn't like Grace at first" is as popular as it is on fanfics.
Imagine for a second you are Adrian surname The Eridian. Your spouse has been missing and presumed dead for around a decade, and suddenly one day an alien spaceship comes into orbit. And you cheer "Yay alien species have realized we have the same problem and have come to either give us a solution or join or efforts, too bad my mate is still gone."
Except he is not actually gone, because the eridian equivalent of a carebear decided to save them. And he doesn't want anything in return, in fact he is well aware that he might die A PAINFUL SLOW DEATH, shortly after fighting just to get the love of your life back to you. But it's ok :) because Rocky (yes he gave them a silly name) is my best friend! Oh- Are you ok-
Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne.
!!: kissing. gn!reader. suggestive??
੭⭒ Dick Grayson
Dick takes his time kissing you.
Every time he’s about to touch you, talk to you, hug you, or kiss you, he can’t help but smile—that beautiful smile that makes his dimples appear. For Dick, he only needs one glance at you, and he already feels like the luckiest man alive.
His smile is contagious, making you smile too. You remember your first kiss, and how your smile was small and awkward. But now it mirrors your boyfriend’s perfectly because that man makes you happy. He makes you feel loved.
Dick’s soft hands move to cup your face. They move carefully, like he’s holding a delicate flower. His thumbs caress your cheeks while he brings your faces together. His eyes start closing; yours are already shut.
The moment your lips touch, he melts. Your mouths start dancing in perfect sync. You take your time tasting each other, taking in all the love you both feel.
One of his hands leaves your face to bring you closer by your waist, while his other hand moves to the back of your head, tilting your head slightly upwards. It is at that moment when Dick stops. Not to pull away and finish the kiss—you can still feel his lips hovering over yours—he just needs a second to breathe, chuckle, and go back to kissing you.
This time the kiss is deeper. His tongue makes his way into your mouth, desperate for more. And you can’t hold a shy moan. Oh, how he loves that sound.
Your hands, that were placed on his chest, move to grab his biceps. His fingers intertwined with your hair. You touch each other like your life depends on it.
When the kiss comes to an end, he doesn’t stop abruptly. Instead, it slows down. Dick changes from a heated make-out to slow, caring and soft kisses that slowly turn into pecs—as if he doesn’t want to pull away, or like he’s trying to find an excuse to keep kissing you.
He finishes exactly how he started: smiling. Yes, he's smitten.
੭⭒ Jason Todd (previously posted)
Jason Todd kisses like a starved man.
He starts by pulling you towards him by the waist using both of his hands, pushing your bodies together, leaving no space for air or doubt. His hands are steady and strong, afraid of the thought of you moving just one inch away, afraid of the separation. He wants you near, he needs to feel you.
One of his hands moves from your waist to your back, caressing it like something precious, while the other one moves to let his entire arm hug your waist, trapping you in position.
And while his arms are around you, his beautiful eyes are scanning every single detail on your face. Admiring you like something holy, something unreal. In his eyes you're the most beautiful being that has ever stepped on the planet earth. He gets drunk by the sight of you, and the feeling of having you with him.
And while he’s taking his time worshipping you, your hands move to his chest, rising to his shoulders, and finally ending in the back of his head, with your fingers intertwining with his hair.
It doesn’t matter how much time has passed since you both saw each other—it could be years, it could be months, or it could be just one day—the moment Jason’s lips touch yours he can’t hold back.
You taste the desire and longing in his tongue. The kiss is deep, heated and long. Jason only pulls apart to groan, making your entire body shiver with pleasure.
He needs you to be impossibly closer. He needs your hands touching him all the time. He needs to feel your breath against his skin. He always needs more when it comes to you.
Sometimes—whenever the situation allows it—without stopping, his kisses start lowering towards your neck; lower, your chest; lower, your stomach; lower-
But, when the situation is different—and he can’t have you like he wants to—he’s the one that pulls apart first. His body doesn’t move, he’s still holding you against him. His grip hasn’t loosened. It’s still strong, holding you against him, like he is afraid you might run away, or just vanish into thin air.
He admires you again, but this time with pride. Proud of being the reason your lips are swollen now. Proud of being the one having you.
Jason Todd kisses like a starved man, but only because he’s obsessed with you.
੭⭒ Tim Drake
Tim’s kisses are slow, methodical, perfectly executed, and oh so sweet.
You never know when he’s going to kiss you—you never see it coming—but everyone notices the look of love in his eyes when he looks at you. That man is whipped.
But, what you do know is that he always touches you before kissing you. Maybe it’s to make sure you're real, that he really has the privilege of loving someone like you and that you truly exist. He would place a hand on your waist, or hold your hand, or touch your face, and immediately after, his lips are on yours.
At first, your only contact is your lips and his subtle touch before the kiss. As it gets deeper, his hands move and start caressing your body delicately.
He controls the pace of the kiss, making it absolutely perfect. He can feel your smile, and he loves it. He could get drunk from this feeling, if he wasn’t already.
You’re the one making the kiss deeper by pushing your tongue inside his mouth. Your hands move to his face, bringing him closer. And who is he to put up resistance, when the only thing he wants is to have you closer, to feel you better?
Tim makes a lot of pauses during the kiss. To take in the sight of your swollen lips. To make sure you aren’t being watched and keep going. Or just to whisper a “you’re amazing” or a shy but true “I love you”.
Either way, his lips and his hands fit perfectly with yours, like you were made for each other. Your lips are like a completed puzzle, and the way he sucks your lower lip—and occasionally bites it—could make you faint right in that moment. But even if you did, you know that his strong hands on your back would hold you in place, your chest against his. Right where you want to be.
Every time the kiss finishes he pulls back, admires the sight, and then gives you a sweet kiss on the jaw.
Tim’s kisses really were hypnotic.
੭⭒ Bruce Wayne
Bruce goes straight to your neck.
His big hands enfold your body, bringing you against him, feeling every inch of you. He looks at you. His cold blue eyes—deep with desire—scan every feature of your face. And you enjoy it.
Unconsciously, he licks his lips, like he’s about to eat the best meal of his life. He gets closer; you can feel his heavy breath, full of anticipation. So you tilt your head, knowing exactly where Bruce’s starting point is.
His lips meet your neck. You can feel him sucking your skin, leaving purple marks and small bites—like a fucking vampire. And once he’s done with your neck he comes back up and looks you straight in the eye.
The desire, the love, the devotion. All of those feelings are transmitted with just one look.
And it is then when your lips touch, in a hungry wave of emotions. His grip in your clothes tightens and brings you impossibly closer to him. Kissing Bruce is never soft or slow, he goes feral and deep.
He’s an expert at getting moans out of you. His favourite sound in the whole word, and he’s proud. Proud of being the one making you sound like that, and proud to be the only one allowed to hear them.
Bruce has to use all of his willpower to hold back and stop before the situation escalates, but if only he knew, that you want him to keep going. You have to be the one verbally allowing him to take things to another level, he needs your consent. Because for Bruce, your wellbeing and pleasure comes before his.
In times when things must end with a kiss, he’s the one pulling apart first— though not before giving you one last peck and a soft bite to your jaw.
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