cw: fluff, can be imagined as yandere or not, fem! reader, various kisses
Thoughts <3 How the various DC members kiss you
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Kory/Starfire, Clark Kent
a/n: I would pay good money for a dating sim of the Batfamily (or kory)... yearning hours
Bruce Wayne - He’s the kind of man who rarely lets his guard down, but when he does, it’s through the press of his lips - not just to yours, but to the corner of your mouth when he wants to say “I love you” without words. There’s a sense of softness and care in the way he cups your jaw, as if you might crumble away like everything else in his life if he isn’t careful. It usually takes him a while to kiss your body, but it’s always your chest he returns to again and again. Not in haste, but with purpose - laying his head between your breasts like a man seeking sanctuary. His mouth is slow and warm, nipping gently at the soft skin, sucking until he hears your breath stutter. He needs to be close to your heartbeat, needs to feel the soft pitter-patter against his cheek while his stubble digs into the softness of your skin, he needs to know that you’re alive, that you’re his, that he didn’t fail you.
Dick Grayson - he's the kind of man that comes out of nowhere seeking any form of attention, especially when you’re not paying attention - cooking, stretching, folding laundry. He leans in behind you and presses soft kisses to your shoulder, and then your neck, and then further, until your breath catches and your body starts to melt under his soft lips. When he’s needy, he loves straddling your lap (without putting his weight down unless you ask nicely) or letting you straddle his (please crush him), brushing your hair aside with gentle fingers so he can lick a slow stripe up your neck, right where your pulse beats fastest. His kisses trail like heat lightning across your skin, little sparks that make your stomach flutter. And when he bites, it almost always leaves a mark. Marking his territory like the dog he is. He’s a golden boy with a dark streak, and nothing makes him happier than seeing your skin bloom with the marks he left behind.
Jason Todd - he's the kind of man that kisses like how he fights - dirty, intense, and with his whole soul in it. He’ll cradle your face in his big hands, brush his nose against yours, and kiss you with tongue and teeth, like he’s daring you to keep up. But when he drops to his knees between your thighs? That’s when he gets gentle. Soft for once. His lips press softly to your inner thigh first - a quiet greeting, an act of love - before he nuzzles in close and leaves open-mouthed kisses that burn slow and deep. He holds your hand the whole time, fingers causally lacing through yours, while his thumb strokes your hand in slow movements. When you finally take the chance to look down at him, flushed and wide-eyed, it makes something possessive and tender rise in him. He loves watching your pretty face so much that he doesn't play nice when he leaves a bite or two.
Tim Drake - he’s subtle, but he memorizes every inch of you like another one of his spreadsheets or master plans. His kisses find the backs of your shoulders when you’re lying in bed, the slope of your spine when he curls against you at night long past his bedtime, and the nape of your neck when you’re not expecting it. He adores the sound you make when his lips skim down your back - featherlight at first, then firmer, more lingering. While his mouth worships the line of your spine, his hands stay busy exploring your front, fingertips dragging across your breasts, your belly, your hips. He’s not one for biting. He prefers the intimacy of knowing you’re melting under every slow press of his lips - of having you arch into him not because he demands it, but because you can’t help it.
Kory / Starfire - who kisses you like she’s just discovered something wonderful and can’t help herself from tasting every inch of it. Her lips are warm, sun-kissed, and always eager, scattering across your skin like flecks of light. She loves your collarbone - adores the way her lips fit perfectly against it, how your breath catches when she presses just a little harder with a sharp nip. That’s always where it starts. A few playful kisses there, a giggle against your skin, and then she’s wandering lower, trailing across your chest like she’s following a constellation that only she can see.
When she straddles you, it’s always with a little hum. Her hair tickles your skin as she leans down, green eyes sparkling with mischief and a kind of unguarded joy that makes your chest feel too full. Her kisses are long, deep, and just a touch too teasing - a soft nip here, a flick of her tongue there, always leaving you chasing her mouth.
She murmurs praises in between every kiss, calling you her “perfect little human,” her “favorite earthling,” as though your body is her new favorite star system. She kisses your skin like she’s still exploring the softness for the first time, claiming it in the gentlest, most playful way possible. Every time you reach for her, she only leans in closer, kissing you like the most beautiful thing she’s ever held in her hands.
Clark Kent - who kisses like a man who’s still a little amazed that you let him. There’s something tender in the way he leans in - forehead first, nose brushing yours, like he has to soak in the moment before he can even breathe again. He loves forehead kisses. They’re his way of pulling you close, of tucking you under his chin with those strong arms wrapped snug around you. When he lifts you, your toes barely brush the floor, and you can feel the rumble of his quiet laugh against your body. His kiss says you’re mine in the softest, shyest way.
But when it’s just the two of you in the dark, Clark turns into something else entirely - warm, clingy, utterly lovesick. He kisses your mouth like a man who’s been craving it all day. Slow, sweet, a little messy sometimes when his eagerness slips through. His hands cradle your face, thumbs stroking your jaw while his lips keep stealing breath after breath.
He whimpers anytime you take the chance to pull away. Chases your mouth like a puppy desperate for one more kiss. When he presses you against his chest, it’s less about control and more about wanting to be closer - to feel your heartbeat against his, to hold you until the world forgets everything else.
Flirty Kory who likes to hold your hand any time you're together. Her fingers intertwine with yours like they fit perfectly, her palm pressed to yours like it belongs there. She likes to hold your hand no matter what you're doing; walking through town or watching a movie together, it doesn't matter to her at all. She slides her hand into yours with that same warm grin and sweet little wink that leaves your face feeling warm and your knees a bit weak.
Flirty Kory who can't keep her hands off of you. Her arms around your waist when you hug. Her face pressed into the crook of your neck when you're lounging in bed together. Her hand on your thigh while you're out with friends or driving home after a long day. She knows how much it drives you crazy when she runs her fingers through your hair or when she slips her hands up the back of your shirt, dragging her nails lightly over your back.
Flirty Kory who whispers the filthiest things in your ear just to watch you try to keep your composure. It's her favorite game, really. She leans over while you're half distracted by whatever Vic or Dick or Raven or anyone else is talking about something you're only half invested in. She grins as you lean into her without a second though and her lips find your ear, one of her arms around your shoulders as she whispers, “I've been thinking about you sitting on my face all day.” Oh, and the way you try not to shiver against her and fail? The quick look you shoot her as heat rushes to your face as you not-so subtly press your thighs together before looking away? She loves it. Loves coming up behind you, her hand soft on your lower back as you get ready for work in the mornings and murmuring into your ear, “You look so pretty in your work clothes, darling. Let me take them back off of you.” The brilliant crimson blush on your cheeks makes her giggle as you playfully swat her away to hurriedly leave for work before she does manage to tug you back into bed.
Flirty Kory who likes to kiss you every chance she gets, but especially in those quick moments between both of your busy schedules. With you pushed up against a wall, your hands in her thick hair as she licks into your mouth before you have to break apart for a mission. Or when she's on her way out the door but pauses to grip your chin in her hand and kiss you until you're red in the face and breathless. Or when you lean over the back of the couch, your tongue slipping into her mouth in a way that has her whining softly before you leave to follow a lead for a mission. It doesn't matter the situation; she adores those hurried, deep kisses more than she knows she should.
Flirty Kory who has to bite her lip and cross her gorgeous long legs when she watches you in the training room. The way you wipe sweat from your brow, the ripple of your muscles beneath your work out top, it all has her eyeing you like it's her favorite movie. And the way you flash her a knowing, shy little smile makes her get up and join you. Her teasing touches lingering as you spar, as you circle each other on the training mat with a tension she just wants to sink her teeth into. Her teasing and smug little grin when she has you pinned, held down with just her body against yours. She watches the way you pant for breath, as she feels your fingers trailing along her thighs, over her hips as your own teasing little grin tugs at your lips as your fun little game morphs into something far more heated, leaving you gasping as you grind your clothed pussy against her thigh while she just watches you, eyes dark with a hunger only you bring out in her.
✶⋆.˚ wlw, fem reader, dick and Kory are amicable dw, affectionate insult/name calling (it’s my love language I’m sorry), oral f!receiving, beta read by @wingfleur thank you ml
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The breakup was amicable, thank god. Kory doesn’t know how she’d feel at odds with Dick while trying to work together. Kory had worried that they would ask her to leave the team, but thankfully, they hadn’t. The Titans had become her family, one she cared for deeply since coming to earth; it was not something she wanted to lose.
It was unusually hot in San Francisco today, temperatures at a record high for the year.
“You look like a slut,” Dick calls from the kitchen in Titans Tower as you walk into the common area, flopping onto one of the couches. You flip Dick off, making him laugh.
“Fuck off, Dickhead, it’s hot,” you grumble, fanning yourself with your hand. You’re wearing shorts, and that’s being generous. They’re so small, most of your ass is visible.
Kory looks up from her book, frowning. “She is not dressed like a slut.”
You laugh as Dick sputters at Kory’s earnest tone. She’s so serious about this.
“I meant it affectionately!” Dick squawks as you cackle at the situation. Kory looks between the two of you, she’s never understood the dynamic between the two of you fully.
You and Dick had been friends for years, there through thick and thin. Kory remember’s her first fight with Dick, the glare you’d sent her way could’ve killed as you were grabbing snacks to console your best friend. Kory can also remember when you gave him a kick up the ass when he was being an idiot. It’s a partnership, a close bond. Kory’s always wondered if there was anything more than friendship between the two of you, you’re both just so comfortable with each other.
You let out a soft groan, fanning your face. Kory can’t help but admire you, shorts riding up your thighs, sweat beading at your temple because of the heat, nipples pebbled beneath your shirt. You’re not wearing a bra again, Kory realises. You’re a treat, scantily clad and delicious. But not a treat Kory can have. While the breakup is amicable, Kory and Dick are friends; there are no hard feelings, it’s all been hashed out, but Kory doesn’t think Dick would appreciate her making an advance on his best friend. She’s pretty sure that crosses a line on Earth. And that’s a shame, truly. Because Kory thinks you’re amazing, and she likes you.
Earth etiquette is confusing.
“You’re staring.”
Your soft comment knocks Kory out of her thoughts. You’re studying her, taking her in, thought clear on your face.
“What are you thinking about?”
“How beautiful you are,” Kory answers honestly. She’s nothing but honest, you are beautiful.
You snort, disbelieving of the compliment.
Kory looks almost offended. “You are. Dick is wrong, you do not look like a slut. You are a vision.”
A flush paints your cheekbones, that you’re absolutely going to blame on the heat. You stare up at Kory, lashes fluttering slightly as you simply bask in the compliment. Why did she have to be your best friend’s ex? The quickening of your heart (and the wetness of your cunt) is definitely against the best friend code.
“God, my best friend is an idiot,” you mutter.
Kory cocks her head to the left, an adorable habit that makes you want to coo at her and pinch her cheek every time she does it. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know how he could give you up,” you murmur. “If he wasn’t my best friend…”
You let the unsaid words hang between you. The tension is so thick you can taste it. It’s too hot, and you don’t know if it’s the heatwave or Kory’s eyes on you. You’ve never held eye contact with Kory like this before, and it’s in this moment you realise how pretty her eyes truly are. They’re such a captivating green, it feels like you could get truly lost in the way they sparkle.
“Just fuck already!” Dick yells from the kitchen, the fucking mood killer.
Both you and Kory stare at Dick, who’s grinning at you like a fucking idiot.
You huff, blowing some hair out of your face. “Well, we have his blessing,” you comment dryly.
Kory laughs, the sound bright and airy. God, she’s beautiful. “We do.”
“I’ll wine and dine you first, unless you wanna skip to the good bit.”
Wine and dine Kory, you do. You take her to your favourite restaurant, a lovely local Japanese place with food, which in your opinion, to die for. It’s not awkward like you’re expecting, the conversation flows easy, the both of you even getting some good natured jabs in on Dick, too.
“So, you and Dick have you ever-”
“Oh fuck no,” you interrupt Kory as you’re both walking home. “He has too many legs for me.”
“I see,” Kory muses.
As you get into the elevator, there’s a tension between you. It’s waiting to snap, someone just has to make the first move. You let your gaze sweep over Kory appreciatively. Her jeans hug her hips perfectly, and you feel no better than a man as you check out her ass. Kory notices, years as a hero sharpens your senses after all.
“I’m going to kiss you,” Kory declares.
Your eyes flutter as Kory leans in, smiling so warmly as her hands come to cup your cheeks.
Kory’s kisses are burning. They make you feel like fire is spreading through your veins. Her hands cradle your face as your tongues brush languidly. Your body feels like it’s burning from both the arousal and Kory’s natural body heat. Your hands come to Kory’s back, smoothing up her shoulders and down her arms, clutching her wrists as your skin tingles, the sound of lips smacking together softly fills the elevator. Kory’s kisses are confident, she’s not shy about it at all. You chase Kory’s lips as she pulls away once the elevator reaches its destination. It makes her laugh softly at your eagerness, your sarcastic bravado long gone; it’s been replaced with breathlessness and flushed cheeks.
You let Kory lead you out of the elevator and down the hall, past rows of bedroom doors.
“Taking me to bed already, hm?” you try to tease, hoping to get some control back.
“And if I was?” Kory asks, looking over her shoulder at you.
Oh. Well, that went straight to your cunt.
“Okay then. You’ll have to tell me if my head’s better than Dick’s.”
Kory’s hand tangles in your hair, tugging your face closer to her leaky cunt. Your breath ghosts her folds, tongue teasingly flicking out to taste her. You just stay there, breathing Kory in, revelling in making her squirm. You lay there between her legs, looking up her body, admiring the way her orange skin flushes, you’ve never seen anyone look like this. So different, so beautiful, so perfect. With the next tug on your hair, you let Kory guide you in, placing a kiss on her slit, tongue dipping into Kory’s wetness as your nose bumps against her clit. You moan against her, the vibrations causing Kory’s hand to tighten in your hair, the sting shooting pleasure down your spine.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” you murmur against Kory’s cunt, your lips trailing upwards to place soft pecks on her clit. Kory’s thighs spasm around your head, squeezing just a little.
“You are… a vision between my thighs,” Kory’s voice is breathy, a pretty flush painting her orange skin. Her eyes are glazed over, the green looking like it’s sparkling.
You sigh against Kory’s wetness, your finger teasing the juncture of her thigh. You give a harsh suck to Kory’s clit, making her gasp and tighten her hand in your hair once again. “Keep your legs open for me, beautiful.”
The noise Kory lets out is sinful, but she does as she’s told, spreading her legs a little wider. One of your hands grip the flesh of her thigh, the other pressing two fingers into her sopping cunt, feeling around for the spot that you know will have Kory turn into a puddle in your hands. When Kory lets out a prolonged moan and pulls your hair to bring your lips closer to her clit, you know you’ve found it. You oblige, fingers pressing against the gummy walls of Kory’s cunt, putting delicious pressure against the spot that her melt, sucking on her clit. You switch between giving harsh sucks and circling your tongue around the bud, and then flattening your tongue against her.
Kory’s not shy with her noises, moaning above you, breathy praises passing her lips. It spurs you on, eager to make her fall apart just so you can pull her back together again. Kory’s breath stutters, you reach up the hand not buried in her cunt to clasp her fingers as she reaches for something to ground herself. You squeeze her hand, a silent I’ve got you.
You press your thighs together, panties sticking to your own pussy, as Kory keens, a high pitched moan escaping her lips. Her cunt squeezes around your fingers, back arching off the bed as you carefully work her through her orgasm.
“You are…”
“Better than Dick?” you ask with a cocky grin.
The smile Kory gives in return makes your heart melt as you rest your cheek on her thigh.
“I give better head than you, apparently.”
You laugh as Dick chokes on his cereal, Wally patting his back, looking completely unconcerned.
“What?”
“Said your head game is shit, Grayson.”
“It is not, you crusty bitch, my head game is just fine!” Dick squawks.
“Actually, babe,” Wally pipes up. “It could use a bit of work.”
Dick lets out an indignant noise, looking offended. “No more head for you then,” he grumbles as you and Wally laugh.
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Happy pride month!
This was supposed to come out on the 12th on my birthday but, yeah… I have no defence
Thank you, thank you, thank you to Alexis @wingfleur for beta reading <3
Shout out to Kali for suffering through the process with me, ily ml @silkentrigger
Mentions of: Civilian reader, reader has hair, Kori and Dick can pick up reader, slightly possessive?
- You wake up in the morning stuffed between two bodies, Kori’s head is rested on top of yours, while your cheek is rested in Dick’s chest
- If you shift around, trying to get out, Dick will start pouting, and Kori will start to wake up. She’d ask what time it was while playing with your hair
- They would eventually get up, though you’d have to stop Dick from cooking, in fear of murdering the kitchen. You and Kori attempt making breakfast together
- It’s comfortable being with them, though it did get lonely whenever they got called off to fight crime
- You’d been dating for a few years now, and they’d told you about their nighttime activities a couple years ago
- You worry about them, but they always assure you that they’re fine, and you believe them when every night, they come back to you with no to minimal bruising
- Kori would sweep you into a hug as Dick goes to take a shower
-Though when you all are in a more civilian and public setting, they always try to dote on you as much as they can before they go back to kicking ass
- Kori would help you put on makeup if you wore it, to go to a concert or a club
- Dick would gladly watch as you ask him which date outfits looks best, putting on a small fashion show
- They would stand gently behind you in public as to say, yeah, you can stare, but don’t touch
- After a long night you’d all go back to your little apartment in Bludhaven and clean up
-You’d fall into bed, exhausted from the week, Kori would get into the bed second, and you’d attempt to curl around her, its Koris turn to be in the middle
- Dick would be the last to get into bed, hugging Kori and holding your hand from across her
- It may not seem like much, but they love you, and through all the fighting and exciting work and powers, all they want is to see you at the end of the day
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moonlight from the dreamy prompt list with koriand'r please?
There’s something off-putting about seeing Koriand’r soak in moonlight, bathing in the cool light. You associate her so much with the sun, the brightness and warmth that it’s rays wrap you in, that she wraps you in, that the thought of the pale light is almost unbearable.
She smiles at you from across the balcony, holding out a hand for you. You’ve broken her reverie.
Her hair is like fire, burning bright against the night sky and makes her a beacon for you when you get lost in yourself. You can’t help but admire her unearthly beauty as you take her hand, giggling at the sudden way she wraps you up in her arms, holding your back against her chest and pressing kisses to the top of your head.
“What are you doing out here?” you ask, stroking your fingers deftly over the top of her hand. Her fingers curl slightly into the soft skin of your stomach.
“Admiring the sky. It reminds me of you,” Kory rests her chin on the top of your head, “It makes me feel safe.”
You can hear it, the unspoken words that she leaves hanging in the air. You make her feel safe. Little old you makes the nearly six and a half foot tall woman with powers feel safe.
You raise one of her hands to your mouth and press a gentle kiss on her knuckles.
||BEING THE LITTLE BROTHER OF STARFIRE AND BLACKFIRE HEADCANNONS||
Pair: slight robin x reader and beast boy x reader
Running from home to land onto the planet earth, finding your big sister Starfire! You’re happy, you’re overwhelmed with joy! Your big sister blackfire had lied saying that Starfire had basically died. But now you know it was all a lie.
Speaking the native language of Tamaran, the team was just looking confused. Starfire then pointed to Robin. You nodded with a smile and kissed the boy wonder who seemed shocked. He felt shivers go down his spine when the kiss ended. “Hello friends! I am Y/N!” Robin, still in shock while the others introduced themselves.
It took some time for Robin to observe you, a Tamaranean male who looks similar to Starfire herself. Your outfit was either the same like Starfire’s but masculine or a mixture of whatever you were wearing. Either way, he set you up for a test to see how far you can go. Starfire was so happy to see her friends liking her little brother. She immediately showed you the condiment of mustard, telling you it’s amazing. Robin and the others weee disgusted seeing the alien siblings drink mustard with a happy smile.
Robin is easily impressed by your powers just like Starfire’s, he knows he couldn’t be impressed. But the way you use your powers was just something he couldn’t help but smile.
Robin doesn’t mind you being around, with months going by he still ask how you are doing on earth and how you are.
Robin stares, memorized whenever you pull off a trick you learned yourself
Beast bro is sometimes seen as a small animal on your lap, you let him and coo. Making him rub himself against your body with a goofy smile.
Beast boy jokingly calls you “Prince, my Prince, my majesty.” And such, all because you are also Royal like your sisters. Though he couldn’t help but blush when you kiss his cheek in gratitude for making you laugh.
He’s definitely gonna buy a joke book.
You and Starfire mixed together are a dangerous combo, especially with Tamaranean fighting tactics.
It’s been months with you staying here, Robin didn’t want to immediately make you an official member of the team. But with how you showed your loyalty and love for the team and team members. He pulled you aside, a soft smile on his face as he puts a communicator with a T on it.
You were officially the newest member of the team!
