Fandom: DC, Batman

Pairing: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne

Notes: Head Cannons of Batfam, Damian is aged up, this was not proofread. Let me know if there's any feedback! <3

- Bruce Wayne -

Summary: Would prefer slow, deliberate, and meaningful—always thoughtful and intense.

The Safety Blanket

It’s like being wrapped up in a security blanket—reassuring, protective, and deeply comforting. His kisses would be tender, and though he might not shower you with affection all the time, when he does, you’d feel his emotional weight behind it, like a silent promise that he’s always going to be there. He wouldn’t rush it; he’d take his time, making sure you feel safe and cared for, as if his kiss is his way of holding you close without words.

Bruce’s kisses would be slow and deliberate, often reflecting his need for control and precision. He’s a man who holds a lot of emotional baggage, and it’s a way of showing that he cares, even if it’s not always loud or obvious. They’re deeply meaningful. When he kisses you, he’s letting down his guard for a moment, showing you that he trusts you enough to be vulnerable.

Bruce appreciates deep, lingering kisses—those that last long enough to convey feelings without needing to say a word. He would enjoy soft, slow kisses that build up gradually. He might be the kind of person who pecks you on the forehead to reassure you, or presses a gentle kiss to your lips after a tense situation, offering a wordless moment of comfort.

In the rare quiet moment that Bruce has in between patrolling Gotham, when he comes home in the early hours of the morning is when he is most at peace. When you're in bed, tucked safely in the manor, he’ll de-suit, take a shower, and attempt to quietly join you, pressing his lips to your forehead and taking the silence as he can finally let the tension from his body leave.

- Dick Grayson -

Summary: Would be all about spontaneous, playful, and affectionate kisses—lighthearted but also capable of being deeply romantic when he wants to be.

The Goofy Lover

I can totally see Dick pulling some ridiculous stunt in the middle of a kiss just to make you laugh. He’d likely rile you up, look deep into your eyes, caress you gently, and while you prepare for the most romantic moment of your life– he’d lick the side of your face like a golden retriever while you’re whining and swatting his arm—  just to see how you react. He’d love the balance of sweet, deep kisses and the fun, carefree moments. For him, being able to make you laugh in the middle of an intimate moment is probably one of the best ways to show you that he’s truly comfortable with you. 

Dick’s kisses are playful, warm, and full of affection. He’s the kind of person who would kiss you out of nowhere, just because the moment feels right. They might be fast and spontaneous or slow and tender depending on the mood. His enthusiasm would shine through, and he wouldn’t hesitate to be affectionate in public or private. Expect a lot of quick pecks, sweet butterfly kisses.

Dick loves kissing you with his entire being. He might be the type to sneak in playful pecks on your cheek, forehead, or even your nose—anything to make you smile. However, when it comes to kissing on the lips, he likes those to be passionate and full of desire. He enjoys making the moment feel lighthearted but is also totally capable of being serious when needed. He might kiss you just to brighten your day, or linger in something deeper when he’s feeling more connected and romantic.

Dick would be the first to initiate kisses, whether it’s quick before leaving for patrol or drawn-out during a reunion at home. His kisses would be filled with affection, and he would constantly find ways to be physically close to you. If you're ever feeling down or insecure, you can expect him to shower you in a way that's reassuring and makes you feel loved.

- Jason Todd -

Summary: Would go for an intense, passionate kiss that will convey his deep emotions—fiery and urgent, but sometimes gentle when he's feeling vulnerable.

Soft and Passionate Love

He’d definitely be the type to give you passionate, fiery kisses, but there’s a depth to them. He wants to make you feel loved and cherished, but also like you’re his, and he’s proud to have you. It’s like there’s always this quiet, steady strength in him, even in the softest moments. He’d hold you close while kissing you, like he's grounding you in his arms, showing his affection without being overly expressive. And if you initiate first, he’d melt at being the one receiving that comfort and care.

Jason is intense and passionate, nothing about that changes when he’s kissing you. Fueled by the emotional depth he carries with him. He’s someone who’s been through a lot, and being able to find an outlet that doesn’t kill anyone is rare. So when he discovers that he can  express the complex emotions he often keeps bottled up, he takes advantage. His kisses would feel almost urgent, full of raw emotion—whether it's frustration, love, or need. When Jason kisses you, it's with his entire being. Teeth will clash, fingers will dig into your skin and leave a heated trail whenever his lips are on yours.

Though he can also enjoy soft, tender kisses when he feels particularly vulnerable. He’s probably the type to kiss you fiercely when he’s had a rough day, or when he's craving some physical connection. He may also have a soft spot for slow, lingering kisses when he's feeling generally detached. He loves showing affection but often does so with a bit of a bite.

Jason’s kisses are definitely on the more possessive side, not in a controlling way, but more in the sense that he wants to hold you close and keep you for himself, even if just for a moment. He might pull you in when you least expect it, or in moments of deep connection, you’ll find him just staring at you for a moment before leaning in for a kiss that tells you everything he’s feeling without words.

- Tim Drake -

Summary: Would have a soft, gentle, and introspective manner that feels personal and is filled with affection—slow and tender, making sure each kiss counts.

The Nerdy Romantic

Tim would definitely be the type to romanticize the small things. I can totally picture him trying to recreate scenes from romance novels that he’ll highlight or from a movie you’ve made him watch. His kisses would be thoughtful, and he’d probably do research on the best ways to show affection (He definitely has a folder of romance guides and how-to’s). Tim is  full of earnestness, and maybe a little awkwardness. He’s not going to be brash or overly bold, but when he kisses you, you’d know he’s really put thought into it. 

He would be the type to kiss you in moments where he feels safe to open up emotionally, but he wouldn't always be the most forward about it. His kisses are slow and full of affection, and he takes his time to make sure you’re comfortable. A Tim Drake kiss would feel like someone paying attention to the details, savoring each moment, and ensuring that the kiss is meaningful.

Tim likes a kiss that is gentle and intimate. I think he’d savor drawing out a kiss that leaves both of you feeling completely relaxed and in tune with each other. He probably loves forehead kisses. While he’s busy at his desk, after all else fails and he can’t part himself with work, a simple forehead kiss and a sweet whisper asking him to come to bed will have him caving and tucked away before you can blink.

He might be hesitant in the beginning, but as the relationship progresses, you’ll find that his kisses are not only tender but filled with genuine love. Being able to take a break from his usual fast pace and live in the moment with the person he loves will instantly make his day 10x better.  He’s very much the patient type, so he’d savor those slow, meaningful moments, particularly when there’s a lot of emotional weight behind them.

- Damian Wayne -

Summary: Would lean into possessive, intense kisses. He’s not one for subtlety, and every kiss is a declaration for dominance.

Mission-Driven

Damian would absolutely treat kissing like a challenge, trying to be the best at it and totally missing the fact that sometimes, kissing is about playfulness and fun. He’d be the kind of person who wants to kiss with the intensity of a warrior—strategic, precise, and maybe a little too focused on technique. You’d probably have to guide him, slowing him down and showing him that kissing doesn’t always need to be an “operation” to be perfect. He might find himself caught up in trying to master the moment and not realizing that, in kissing, sometimes the best thing to do is just be in the moment and let loose. But once he catches on? He’d become more confident in those soft, sweet kisses that let him relax and enjoy the closeness.

 Damian might come off as reserved, but his kisses would be intense and possessive once he allows himself to feel such vulnerabilities. He’s a bit prideful and might initially be uncomfortable with the idea of kissing as an emotional act, but once he’s fully invested in someone, they would be full of passion and need. He tends to be the type to take charge, drawing you in with a sense of determination.

 Damian enjoys kisses that feel controlled by passion. He’s not one for casual affection, and every kiss he gives is intentional. He’d probably like deep, meaningful instances that show his partner that he truly cares for them, but he won’t hesitate to give you a kiss that’s full of heat and desire when he’s feeling possessive or protective. He may not be the best at showing affection in front of others, but when you’re alone, they would speak volumes.

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor Odinson, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson

Notes: Marvel Headcannons. As always, I've not proofread and let me know if you have any feedback. <3

Steve Rogers – The Gentleman 

Style: Slow, deliberate, and reverent.Steve kisses like every moment with you is precious. He’s the type to pause just before he kisses you, letting that one breath of tension build before he closes the distance. There’s a sense of awe in the way he touches you—his hand often gently cupping your cheek, thumb brushing your skin like he’s memorizing every part of you.

Forehead kisses? Constant. He adores them.

He’s not overly possessive in public, but when the moment’s private, he’ll kiss you like it’s the last time before a battle.

Whispering “You okay?” or “I missed you” between kisses. He’s verbal. He wants you to know how he feels.

Freebie: Rain. Slow dancing. Quiet after an argument. He’s all about emotional resonance.

Sweet Love in Jazz Park

They ducked beneath the edge of the old park gazebo, where the string lights swayed gently in the breeze. The crowd was thinning, laughter fading under umbrellas and retreating footsteps, but Steve didn’t want to leave—not yet.

“Looks like we’re not the only ones caught off guard.” You said, wringing the fresh water droplets from your hair, your eyes never leaving Steve’s.

He smiled softly, wiping a drop from his nose. “Yeah, but I’m glad I’m with you.” The words felt like an unexpected gift, as if they were both testing the edges of something new. His voice, low and honest, felt steady and sure.

A few seconds passed, the rain still pouring down in sheets around you both, but it didn’t matter anymore. The world had narrowed to just this—a small, quiet space where you don’t need words to feel everything that needed to be said.

Steve stepped closer, one hand gently brushing your cheek, his thumb catching a stray raindrop, and without hesitation, he leaned in.

It wasn’t a kiss born from fireworks or passion—it was softer than that. It was the kind of kiss that spoke of beginnings, of the small moments that create something bigger. A kiss of trust, of vulnerability, of something still unfolding.

Bucky Barnes – The Desperate Softness

Style: Raw, emotional, and grounding.Bucky’s kisses feel like they’re pulling him back into the present. He kisses you to remind himself he’s alive, that he’s loved, and that he’s safe. He can go from slow and soft to desperate and needy in a heartbeat, especially when he’s scared of losing you.

Often buries his hands in your hair, pulling you in like he’s afraid to let go.

Prefers private moments—he’s uncomfortable with too many eyes, but behind closed doors, he’s endlessly affectionate.

Loves quiet, close kisses where your foreheads rest together after. He breathes with you.

Freebie: Kissing your knuckles or the back of your hand when words won’t come.

I’m Done Holding Back

Bucky had been quiet in your shared room when you had asked if he was alright. He insisted he wasn’t but it was okay, that he had you and that he was just thinking, which was never fully a good thing when he was left to simmer too long by himself. You let him rant, only offering silent encouragement.

“I want to show you something, though. Something that’s mine. That’s ours.”

He stepped closer to you, closing the distance between you with a purposeful stride. You didn’t back away, didn’t hesitate. Instead, meet him halfway, your breath hitching as your bodies were just inches apart.

Bucky hesitated for a moment, then reached up, his fingers grazing your cheek gently, almost as if testing the sensation of having control of this moment—having control over himself. His eyes searched for any trace of doubt, but there was nothing. Only love. Only trust.

And then, without another word, he kisses you.

It wasn’t a tentative, unsure action. It wasn’t a soft or gentle press of the lips. It was a kiss of desperation—the kind of kiss you give when you need to remind yourself of your own humanity, when you need to prove that you are alive.

Thor Odinson – The Gentle Storm

Style: Passionate, dramatic, and joyful.Thor is an all-consuming romantic. He kisses like he loves—with the force of thunder and the warmth of sunlight. There’s no holding back. Every kiss feels like he’s celebrating life, like you’re the most important moment in the universe right now.

Likes to dip you without warning.

Palm cradling your face, leaning in with eyes sparkling, then brushing your lips like it’s a ritual.

Loud laughter after kisses. “By the Norns, you’re magnificent.”

Freebie: He kisses your forehead and nose when he’s being playful, but crashes into your mouth when he’s serious.

Let Me Worship You

The fire crackles low. Outside, rain falls in sheets. Inside, Thor kneels behind you on the fur-draped floor, brushing your hair away from your neck with the gentleness of a poet.

You don’t speak. You don’t need to.

He presses a kiss just below your ear, slow and reverent. Then another, lower. His breath is warm, his touch even warmer. You tilt your head slightly, giving him permission.

He murmurs something in Old Norse against your skin—his voice like velvet and thunder.

You twist to face him, and when your eyes meet, he looks almost shy for a second. Then his lips find yours—deep, slow, sacred. Like you’re the treasure at the heart of Asgard. Like kissing you might bring back the stars.

“I have seen a thousand galaxies.” He says softly, lips brushing yours again. “None are more radiant than you.”

Peter Parker – The Tender Enthusiast

Style: Sweet, nervous, and always 100% invested.Peter kisses like each time is a gift—and he doesn’t want to waste a single second of it. He’s so in love it radiates off him. Early on, he overthinks everything (Where do my hands go? Am I too much?), but once he’s comfortable with you, he’s golden.

Can’t help but smile during kisses. His lips twitch mid-kiss. He’s hopeless.

Loves quick, constant pecks throughout the day: cheek, temple, top of your head—he’s a hummingbird of affection.

But when he’s serious? He’s surprisingly good at slow, deep kisses, with hands on your waist and a whispered “You’re everything.”

Freebie: He apologized after your first kiss. “Sorry if that was—uh, I mean, was it good? You’re amazing. Can we—can I do it again?”

Unexpectedly Bold, Unshakably Confident

You’re rambling. Peter’s watching you with this half-lidded smile—quiet, focused, and something else. Something... new.

“You’re staring.” You say, finally catching it.

He tilts his head. “Yeah. I am.”

You blink. “What?”

“You look really good when you ramble.” He says, standing from his chair. He walks toward you slowly, a subtle swagger in his step. “And I’m kinda done pretending I don’t want to kiss you every time you do.”

You open your mouth to respond, but he’s already there—his hands at your hips, his mouth finding yours with certainty and heat. It’s not sloppy or shy—it’s deliberate. Practiced. Grown.

When he pulls back, you’re breathless. “Where the hell did that come from?”

His lips pull to form a sly smirk. Offering a wink to you before going back for more. (He’s been watching youtube tutorials.)

Sam Wilson – The Steady Flame

Style: Smooth, slow, and deeply reassuring.Sam kisses with intention. He’s confident, relaxed, and knows exactly how to read your energy. Every kiss from him says “You’re home.” He’s present in every moment, and he makes you feel like the most grounded, loved person in the world.

He makes eye contact first. That lingering, soul-seeing kind.

His kisses are full of warmth and pressure, but always gentle. He doesn’t rush.

Will lean in and kiss you mid-sentence if you’re rambling or worried. Just to calm you.

Freebie: Pressing a kiss to your temple and murmuring, “You’re doing great” when you doubt yourself.

I’m Not Letting You Walk Away

You’re halfway to the door, shoes on, jaw clenched. The argument was low-key but heavy, and you need air.

Sam moves before you can turn the handle.

He grabs your wrist—not hard, but firm. You turn, about to snap, but he steps into your space. No words. Just presence.

Then he kisses you.

It’s not gentle. It’s not casual. It’s him saying everything he couldn’t get out in the heat of the moment. His lips are demanding, his grip strong as his mouth claims yours like he’s trying to erase the distance between you. You kiss back, surprised, breath catching in your throat.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, breath shallow.

“I don’t care if we fight. I don’t care if we’re mad. But you don’t walk away. Not from me. Not from this.”

Y/N: * Clawing her way back to Cavillrine * “No, please. Wade. Let me stay in this one!”

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[Y/N tries to leave Fangtasia, clearly upset]

Eric (blocking the door): Where do you think you’re going?

Y/N: Home.

Eric: Incorrect.

Pam: You live here now. With us. Like a poorly trained pet.

Y/N: I—

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[Eric glaring at Y/N mid-flirt with a bartender]

Y/N: What? I’m allowed to socialize.

Eric: You’re allowed to breathe. Everything else is up for negotiation.

Pam (leaning over the counter): You should leave before he rips out your spine and uses it as a straw.

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Y/N (slamming her hand on the bar): You better back off before I show you what a real threat looks like.

Random Vampire (unbothered): You? You’re shaking.

Y/N: That’s rage. I’m simmering.

Random Vampire: Adorable.

Eric (suddenly behind her): Is there a problem?

Pam (on the other side): We just adore problems.

Random Vampire (noping out): No trouble here!

Y/N (preening): Damn, I’m good.

Eric: …You didn’t do that.

Pam: Let her have this. It’s cute when she’s wrong and smug.

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[Y/N grinding at the club, a vampire tries to join]

Pam (grabbing the guy’s collar): Excuse you. She’s decorative, not communal.

Y/N: Awww, you sound like a protective big sister!

Pam (dragging her away): I am not your sister. I am the reason no one else has tasted you yet.

Y/N (flustered): oh.

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Pam (Hissing at Y/N’s fidgeting): Stand still. I swear if you ruin this hard work, I’ll glue your mouth shut.

Y/N (squirming): I can’t breathe in this corset!

Pam: That’s the point.

Y/N: I feel like a sexy burrito.

Eric (walking in, pausing mid-stride): …Is this a fetish thing?

Y/N: I’ve lost control of my life.

Pam: But not your silhouette. You’re welcome.

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• Y/N: Total hot mess, thinks she’s in charge. Is not.

• Pam: Goth Barbie with a knife collection and a daily eye-roll limit.

• Eric: Ex-Viking with a God complex. Dangerous. Hot. Terrified of his own feelings.

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers

Pairing: Clint Barton, Pietro Maximoff, Vision, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark

Notes: Marvel Headcannons Pt 2 ! I'm getting better about proofreading. Also, I think I should have put Loki in here somewhere...Let me know if you have any feedback. <3

Clint Barton

Style: Clint leans in with quiet confidence—steady hands and focused eyes. His kisses are warm and grounding, like he’s pulling you into a safehouse made just for the two of you. He pulls you close, his calloused hands cupping your face gently, his thumbs brushing away any stray tears or worries. He’s not flashy about it, but you feel everything he’s saying in the press of his lips. He likes those moments where the mission’s over, or you’re mid-laugh, and he just has to kiss you.

His hands have a habit of moving to your back, pulling you closer. In general but especially when he’s feeling sweet.

Clint is a smart ass about his hearing loss, especially when you're starry eyed and flustered. He only offers a smirk as he watches you swoon. “ Hm? What was that?” He’ll make a show of pointing to his ear before you  kiss him smack him in retaliation.

In more somber moments, he’ll give you a peck on your temple and let out a small ‘I've got you’ sealing his promise.

Freebie: Protective, tender, and a little needy when he thinks you're not paying attention.

Quiet Moments

It’s one of those rare afternoons where time slows down. The sky is grey, soft rain tapping the windows. The two of you lie tangled on his couch, a blanket slung lazily over your legs. You feel his thumb trace the inside of your wrist in slow circles.

You glance up at him from your book. “You’re being quiet.”

He shrugs. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he shifts to hover over you and slides a hand along your cheek, guiding you to look at him. It’s not a passionate kiss. It’s not trying to prove anything. It’s the kind of kiss that people share when they’ve already said everything important in a hundred quiet ways. His lips are gentle, unhurried, and familiar.

When he pulls back, he presses his forehead to yours. “About how I don’t really need anything else, when I have you.”

Pietro Maximoff 

Style: Pietro kisses like he lives—fast, passionate, and impossible to predict.  He grabs you like the moment might slip away if he doesn't act then. His lips meet yours with a fervor that matches his speed, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that leaves you breathless. But if you manage to slow him down, cup his face and just breathe with him, he melts. Then he’s soft and lingering, like he doesn’t want the moment to end. He gets flustered if you kiss him first, all cocky smirks turned to wide eyes and goofy grins.

I think he’s the type to love pulling you into a passionate embrace, his hands firm on your waist as he lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around him instinctively. 

He pulls back just enough to grin wickedly, his eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "Too fast for you?" He teases, before diving back in for another round, his hands tangling in your hair, ensuring you're as lost in the moment as he is.

He absolutely does drive-by ass smacks. Never bend over to pick something else or grab something from a bottom shelf. The man has a sixth sense for it. You never see it coming.

Freebie: As much as he loves catching you off guard with rapid pecks when you least expect it, he adores the slow intimate kisses you share, though it tends to be more rare.

Blurred Heartbeats

It happens again—just as you’re leaving the kitchen with a slice of toast and the intention to sit down for ten whole minutes by yourself—a gust of wind sweeps past, and something brushes against your cheek.

“Mwah!”

You barely catch a glimpse of silver before he’s gone again, laughter trailing like a ribbon. “Pietro,” you call, unamused by the red flush of your cheeks betraying you, “that’s like the millionth time in the last five minutes!”

Another whoosh behind you, and he’s suddenly leaning against the door frame like he’s been there all along. He grins with faux innocence.“You’re very kissable,” He shrugs, “and I move very fast ;)”

You roll your eyes and try to swat him, but of course he dodges it easily, only to dart forward and cup your face—this time kissing you slower, more deliberately. His lips are warm and smug, and when he pulls back, his voice softens. You sigh, smiling despite groaning yet again. “One day I will catch you off guard.”

He winks. “I look forward to it.”

Vision

Style:  Vision is forever expanding his knowledge. And you are his favorite topic. That was cheesy, but it’s true.  His lips meet yours with a soft, mechanical precision, but there's a depth of emotion behind it that's undeniable. The first time you kissed, he asked softly if he was doing it right. He holds you like you’re something fragile and priceless. Over time, he starts to explore more, almost cocky—pulling you closer, experimenting with pressure and rhythm.

I almost imagine having a rogue-like power and if you touch someone, you drain their life. When AOU happens, you learn you can’t affect synthetics and naturally grow closer to Vision as a result. 

His body is always cool against yours, his hands gentle but firm as they hold you. He gets almost giddy when you shiver, but you blame it on the cool material rather than his featherlike touch. 

 His tongue explores your mouth with a slow, deliberate pace, each movement calculated to heighten your pleasure. You can feel the hum of his power, the vibration of his body, adding a unique sensation to the kiss. "I exist to protect, to love," he says, his voice a soothing hum. "And with you, I find my purpose."

Freebie: I think he might attempt to dip you or shout “Y/N, I’m home!” After you’ve binged old sitcoms.

The First Lesson 

Vision stands in the center of your living room like he’s unsure what to do. You watch him for a long moment, then approach, sensing the curiosity radiating off him.

“I’ve been studying romantic interactions.” He says, quietly. “There are… patterns. Kissing seems central. Though I find myself unsure where affection ends and performance begins.”

You step closer, heart warm. “It’s not a performance. It's a feeling. Come here.”

With careful steps, he watches you, gaze never faltering. When you reach up and cup his face, his eyes flutter slightly. He leans in when you do, and your lips meet in a firm planted kiss, nothing more than a sure sign of affection. You give one more sure peck to prove a point before watching him over. “See?” You sniff in an attempt to remain unshaken, even though you’d love to go over more advanced techniques. ” It’s nice.” You shrug, even with the neon flush creeping up your neck.

He pulls back just a breath’s width, his voice almost reverent. “I… understand. Not fully. But… I felt something.”

You smile. “That’s a pretty good place to start.”

He blinks. “May I try again?”

You nod eagerly. “As many times as you’d like.”

Bruce Banner

Style:  Bruce kisses like he’s afraid to lose control—because he is. He’s hesitant at first, as if it might wake something inside him. But when he finally gives in, it’s breathtaking. It's slow and savoring, like he’s memorizing the way you feel. His hands stay anchored at your hips or your waist, firm but never too tight. When he pulls back, his eyes linger on your lips.

Bruce's kisses are a careful dance between passion and control, a reflection of his constant struggle between him and the other guy. He’s the type to approach you with a mix of nervousness and excitement. 

I think Bruce is constantly aware of his breathing, keeping the mental reminder to only allow deep, slow breathes in an attempt to keep himself in line. But on rare occasions, he gets so lost in you, he’s chuffing, hands going over every inch of you as he places open mouth kisses to your skin. All you can feel is the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

Only after he realises and reals himself back in, turning back into the sheepish, nerdy scientist we all love. Geekish snorts and flushed cheeks, he’ll fix his glasses and offer a ‘thank you’ peck on the cheek. ( He totally does it after sex too)

Freebie: Gentle restraint, deeply affectionate. He loves when you pluck him away from work, insisting on finding a compromise to bring him to bed.

A Kiss A Day Keeps The Green Guy At Bay

Bruce hasn’t looked up from the microscope in over an hour. His brow is furrowed, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, lips moving silently as he runs calculations aloud like incantations. You’ve learned to let him be when he gets like this—until he starts forgetting how to be himself.

You’ve been watching him for too long and he still hasn’t realized you in the doorway to his and Tony’s shared lab. You chuff and walk over, gently placing your hand on his shoulder. “Bruce.”

Nothing.

So you turn to face him, slowly take his glasses off and set them down, then cup his cheek. He blinks like someone waking from a dream.

“I need five more—” You cut him off with a  kiss.

It starts as a whisper of contact, your lips barely brushing his. But then you feel him exhale into it, like he’s been holding his breath since breakfast. His hands rise hesitantly to your waist, grounding himself. The kiss turns fuller, deeper—not hungry, but heavy with unsaid things. Regret. Exhaustion. Relief.

When it ends, he rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed.

“…I’m sorry. How long have I kept you waiting?”

“Too long.”

His hands tighten, gently. “Thanks for bringing me back.”

You smile. “Always.”

Tony Stark  Style: Every kiss is charged; teasing and magnetic, sometimes a little messy because he’s grinning halfway through. He uses kissing as punctuation—at the start of a conversation, mid-joke, before walking out the door. But there are rare moments when he goes quiet, kisses you like he means it, no sarcasm, no mask—just Tony. Those are the ones that stay with you the longest. I imagine he would pull you close, his hands resting on your hips with a possessive grip. His lips meet yours with a confident, almost cocky smirk, as if daring you to resist. But as the kiss deepens, that smirk fades, replaced by a look of genuine affection and desire. His tongue explores your mouth with a skilled precision, his hands moving to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer.

If you cup his face or run a hand through his hair while kissing him? He’s toast.

He has and will flaunt you if you're comfortable with it. Galas, small parties, family BBQ, it doesn’t matter but everyone needs to know that he was lucky enough to find you. He eats up all the publicity headlines when you first start openly dating. ‘Tony Stark; Genius, Billionaire, Boyfriend?’ He’ll grunt and smirk. “They always forget Philanthropist.” It’s a dirty secret, but he’s kept a clip from every magazine, news header, cute tweet ect.

Beneath it all, there's a depth of emotion that takes your breath away. He pulls back from the most gut wrenching moment with a soft, vulnerable smile on his face. He admits how much he loves you and leans in for another kiss, this time with a tenderness vs. his usual bravado.

Freebie: Playful and passionate by default, raw and vulnerable when it matters most.

When The Iron Man Falls

He didn’t want you to see him like this. You know that immediately from the way he turns his head when you walk into the workshop—like shame is something he can tuck behind an Iron Man helmet.

He’s sitting on the floor, knees up, shaking hands tangled in his hair. You can hear the arc reactor humming too fast in his chest.

You kneel slowly in front of him, not saying anything at first. Just there. Present. After a few seconds, you reach for him—hands on his cheeks—and coax his face toward yours. His eyes are wide, damp, and far away.

“I can’t—” he starts, voice cracking. “It’s too much today, I don’t—I couldn’t breathe—”

You kiss him.

Not to hush him, not to fix it. Just to be with him in the one way that doesn't require words. His lips tremble against yours, but slowly, his hands rise and hold onto you like you’re the last solid thing in the world. The kiss lingers, grounding. You feel him start to breathe again, a little slower each second.

When you pull back, you brush your thumb along his jaw. “I’m with you, Stark.” You bring his head to your chest, letting him feel your warmth and security and you ignore the salty tears and weak attempt at hidden sniffles.

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader 18+

Notes: Marvel NSFW Alphabet. I did end up using female pronouns, sorry. We should learn by now that I've not proofread but let me know if you have any feedback. This was 2,487 words long and was written by 1:30 am. Yikes <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Like many things with Bucky, I think this depends on so many factors. He’d either love the soft touches, lingering stares, and would tentatively clean you both up and snuggle up in the most peaceful picture like he didn’t just fuck you into next week. Or, he’d need to be alone, less touching, still maybe soft praises whispered into the dark room after a tender and emotional spur of the moment.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his hair. The symbolism and communication behind giving you control of him and pulling him to where you need him. Nothing makes him shudder more than your fingers knotting at the base of his neck as you keep him pinned to you. Also, he takes so much care into keeping it soft and pretty for you. Alternatively, he loves when you play with his hair, scratch at his scalp and he passes out within minutes.

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. James Buchanan Barnes is an ass (and thigh) man. It doesn’t matter if you’re in the middle of training or snuggled on the couch, this man is constantly touching your ass. He will nonchalantly ask you to pick something up and just watch your figure like he’s in a trance. He is. Seeing you do yoga also drives him wild.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Accidental creampie king . He doesn’t mean to, but he needs to keep you stuffed full of his cum because you’re just so warm. It’s safe, it’s familiar, it’s addicting to him. And if he can’t stuff you with his cock, his fingers will do just fine. He’ll get cocky the longer you two are together, he’d absolutely whisper along the lines of ‘Don’t be wasteful, sweetheart.’ and do either of the previously mentioned, or lick you clean of both your releases.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I’ve seen so many people say he’d love to share you with Steve, but I just cannot picture it. Bucky’s lost so much in his life, the last thing he’d want is to give up his lover with his best friend, cause I think it’s forever or nothing with Bucky at this point in his life. I do however think he’d love to be selfish for once and rub his happiness in the other’s faces. He’s spent so much time being jealous and frustrated that being able to bend you over in the communal gym showers, only to find a very flushed and very hard Steve taking his own frustrations out on the punching bags would give Bucky the smuggest grin as he winks to his best friend and nearly waltzes out with his very hot  and very wobbly girlfriend.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Hot take, I want to believe he was a virgin in the 40’s. The playboy bravado is totally overshadowed by the purist beliefs from this time, and with having to focus on keeping his mother and sister protected and Steve alive, I think he’d want his first time to be special. Not including his past life before or during Hydra; You are his first once he’s free and somewhat healed from his trauma. He’d want to keep everything slow and romantic but he very well might just be so pent up that he’d likely fuck you senseless. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I think cowgirl is perfect for when he’s feeling more dominant or vulnerable. The eye contact, letting you use him how you want, and getting a full view of you is all he needs. He’d still be able to take over or help you out from this position if needed, and there's plenty of access to keep his head buried in your neck so he can 1) cry or 2) cover you in hickeys. I also think he likes it because he can see more in the room you guys are in at the time, monitoring the entries for threats and keeping you safe are always his priority.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I’d say like 80% of the time it is light hearted and full of emotion. Bucky loves to see you smile and anything he can do to keep his girl happy while making her come undone is a job well done in his book. He might pinch your hip or softly tickle your side as he’s kissing you. His focus would still be making sure you’re well prepared and actually enjoying yourself but he crumbles when you laugh in the moment, wrapping your arms around him because you can’t help it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’d like to keep everything groomed for you, he’s very conscious of his appearance at all times cause he wants you to be proud of him :) His chest is lightly covered with dark brown tufts, while a small happy trail leads down his toned stomach to his tamed bush. I do not think he’d like to be shaved smooth unless you specifically ask for it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You are his number one focus, always. He wants what you want and he’ll do anything for you. He’s always caressing you, making sure you're okay, wanting you to feel like you’re being worshipped. He’ll light candles, get a warm bath going, he’ll get FRIDAY to set the perfect temperature for you just so that you’re content.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I think he would start to masturbate once settling into his new routine at the tower. Getting used to his body and gaining control over himself would be a huge aspect of it. But once he starts getting feelings towards you and not knowing how to handle the new emotions, he’d jack off any chance he could get to relieve the stress of it. Now, he saves himself for you unless he’s away on a mission for too long. He’d try matching your pace, visualize your sounds and would bring an article of your clothes with him, cause it calms him down to have your scent nearby.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

After an incident where he made a point to chase you through the compound after an argument of if you could outrun a bounty hunter, a predator/prey kink was born. If you’re on vacation, or at the end of a successful mission, he’ll start counting down out of the blue and you know to book it and both of your hearts start pumping. Like I said before, Bucky loves your scent and not in a creepy way. He wants you near him constantly, and when he can’t, he chooses the next best thing. Sometimes it’s your pillow, or one of his oversized shirts that you've taken over, other times it’s your panties, and once he starts thinking about how much he misses you, he usually ventures off to find you if accessible. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Wherever it is safest, usually the bedroom, on occasion somewhere partially visible because he loves showing you off. Bucky is very much ‘are you comfortable with this? ‘ ‘is this something you want?’ cause he will buck up (pun intended) and do just about anything for you. He will admit he loves the thrill at a large event like Tony’s gala or a congress charity for Thunderbolts* Bucky.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Whenever you initiate first gets him hot and bothered. You vocally saying you want him, that you need him is infinitely sexy. When you wear his dog tags? And only his tags?? The one time you dressed up like a vintage pinup girl for Halloween and he was frothing at the mouth like a cartoon coyote all night. He does like sparring with you, it had originally started cause he wanted to make sure you could protect yourself, but then he realized he was pressed against you while you were grunting in his ear and he realized he definitely liked it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bucky would never hurt you, and if he did by some miraculous event? He’d never forgive himself. I don’t think he’s big on choking or restraints, giving or receiving due to his past trauma. And nothing explicitly gross, intimacy is important and anything that would jeopardize it would terrify him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man is a cunt-eating champ and he knows it. He could spend hours licking and nibbling and giving so much attention to you. He loves the feeling of your thighs tightening around his head and you tugging and curling your fingers into his thick hair. He’ll tease you from the moment you let him kiss down your stomach, licking strips down to your cunt before focusing on your clit. 

He would never say no to oral, and he appreciates anything you give him, but when you do? He panting and thrusting so fast. He tries to sit still but your mouth is just so addicting that he can’t help but chase it. Big on oral if you’re in a rush to make sure you can take at least his fingers before attempting to fuck you properly.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Bucky likes to take his time and savors every second. He likes it slow and hard, he’s consistent, making sure you feel every inch of him. Keeping you pinned as he stays steady like a piston or brings you to him, rolling both of your hips as your muscles tighten in anticipation.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not opposed to quickies. Kinda tying into previous letters, on the sporadic occasion where you two wander off, giggling like school kids to the nearest private area, he loves it. Usually after an intense mission you two share, you two having ‘can’t believe we both almost died’ or jealous ‘did you see the way he looked at you?’ quickies are most common.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Bucky has spent a long time not having fun. So if he comes across something on his own or one of the teammates brings up their preference in passing, he would not hesitate bringing it up to you. And if you agree? He’s all about being open and communicating and always willing to try something once unless it involves physically injuring either of you. Whether it’s positions, toys, or a roleplaying scenario, he can’t knock it til he tries it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He could  (and has) go all night if you’d let him. He’s got enhanced stamina for the both of you and just when you think you’ve tired him out, turning over to snuggle into his chest, his cock is poking your hip and all he offers is a sheepish smile before diving into your neck. I think in the beginning he’d cum so fast due to being so pent up. But after he gets his stamina back, he’d try to make a game of who can last longer.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I think he’d like it to be just the two of you, not to say he’s opposed, but he grew up in a time where toys were not commonly, if used at all, at the very least spoken about openly like today. Might like the idea of flavored lube.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Biggest tease on the planet, always giving you a taste before pulling away, gently pushing your wandering hands back to keep him just shy of where you want him. But if you tease him? He’s whining and panting like a cat in heat, he’ll go through the five stages of grief if it will get him inside you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Bucky is very vocal in the sense of confirmation and panting. He’ll let a chuckle slip on the rare occasion, but 9/10 he wants you to make noise and call out to him. He’ll ask if you're hanging in there or if you need anything specific. He’ll whisper into your ear as he’s leaving marks behind, making sure you’re as happy as he is. Consent king.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves cockwarming.The first time it happened was after he fell asleep inside you with you secured safely on top of him. Now he encourages it all the time, basking in your warmth in the bath, curled up in bed, the one time during movie night where he insisted no one will know if you just keep quiet and still under the fluffy blanket as you perched on his lap, his shit eating grin enough of a give away.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I love Dadbod!Bucky. The thick muscles and thin layer of fat accumulating over the older he gets. It’s natural, it’s comfortable, and he’s so god damn attractive. Now further south…, He’s long and thick, around 7” and when he’s aroused gains another inch or so.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He would have you every second of every day if he could. But he’s also so content just being with you, he’s been without sex for so long, so if you weren’t in the mood, he’s got plenty more patience if you want to wait.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Fandom: DC, Batman

Pairing: Jason Todd x fem!reader 

Words: 1853 ( good year)

Notes: Jason Todd is easily my favorite batfam kid. This is probably out of character.

Warnings: Language, minimal violence, none others known.

Summary: Y/N and Jason make a good team.

The warehouse sat like a decayed animal at the edge of Gotham’s East End — gutted windows, rusted beams, and a crooked sign that was missing several letters, now only reading “E..i.t. Im.or.s.” No one came here unless they were desperate, or they had business with her.

The Red Hood happened to be both.

Jason Todd stepped out of the shadows, his boots silent on the concrete floor. The warehouse smelled faintly of dust, motor oil, and something sweet — vanilla, maybe. It always smelled like her, even when she wasn’t there.

She was, though. Of course she was.

Y/N sat near a table stacked with files and USB drives, several small monitors, and various equipment. Her posture was coiled like she was about to melt into the back of her chair. But Jason knew better. Beneath the quiet exterior and nervy glances was a mind like a scalpel — sharp, clean, and willing to cut if she had to.

“You’re late.” She said without looking up.

Jason’s helmet tilted with mock offense. “You’re gonna help me.” Only offering a small scoff and a direct command rather than a ‘Hi, how are ya? Please help me, I’m struggling. :(’

Y/N finally turned, her eyes warm with amusement but her lips struggling to keep from smiling. “This is my place of business, you’re just gonna demand my assistance?”

He walked towards her slowly, movements full of purpose. The feared Red Hood — kevlar plates gleaming in the dim warehouse light, holsters snug, twin pistols holstered at his sides — a predator to anyone and everyone.

But here? With her?

“That's why you're dating me then, right?” He asked, voice lower now, the edge of the helmet giving it that filtered edge. “Because I’m a walking red flag with a tight schedule?”

Y/N’s lips curved slowly and with a glint in her eyes, she watched him. “You’re more of a walking caution sign with very little communication skills.”

Jason chuckled and pulled off his helmet. His hair was a tousled mess, and there was a new cut above his eyebrow, already crusted with dried blood. Y/N’s eyes lingered there, concern flickering like a match behind her reserved stare.

She didn’t reach for him — not yet — but Jason knew that look. She would, once the conversation veered away from business.

“Tell me you’ve got something good.” He said, leaning against the edge of her desk, eyes scanning the scattered information. “I need a location on Dalcanetti’s new stash. He's running weapons through Gotham Heights, and intel says someone big is funding him.”

Y/N nodded once. “I heard. Word is he’s not acting alone anymore — he’s linked up with a couple familiar figures. You’re not just dealing with stolen hardware now, Jay. You’re stepping into multinational territory. Bloodier hands. Bigger guns, you know how that goes.” She rolls her eyes and waves her hand as she explains.

Jason's jaw tightened. “All the more reason to stop them now.”

She handed him a drive, her fingers brushing his glove. For a moment, their eyes locked. Y/N quickly looks away and toward a nearby screen of Gotham Harbor.

“I mapped their recent shipments. You’ll want to hit the docks early tomorrow night. But—” her voice dropped, “—you’re going to need backup.”

Jason’s brow rose. “Don’t tell me you’re pushin Damian again.”

Y/N finally smiled — that rare, glowing thing he never got tired of coaxing out. “He’s brutal and efficient. He looks up to you. Also, he listens to me. Mostly.”

Jason snorted. “He listens to you because you bring him cookies and tell him stories about Victorian assassins.”

“He listens to me.” She said simply, with a hint of pride.

Jason leaned in closer, a teasing warmth radiating from him as he took in her profile, a hint of blue from the computer‘s glow. 

Y/N looks up at him through her lashes. “Jealous?”

“Terrified.” Jason cringed at the thought. “He’s like a ten-pound gremlin with a katana and a superiority complex.”

They laughed — softly, like the sound wasn’t allowed to echo too loudly in a place like this.

Then Y/N stood to match his posture, bringing her thumb to graze the cut on Jason’s forehead, collecting a small crimson droplet.

“It’s bleeding again.” She murmured.

“And you’re worrying again,” he replied, catching her hand gently. He turned her palm over, pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist. “It’s just a scratch. I’ll heal.”

Y/N studied him, quiet as always, like she was looking for signs of the boy underneath the mask. The one who’d once come back from the grave, heart stitched together with rage and purpose.

“You always say that.” She whispered.

He tilted her chin up, eyes soft now. “I always do. I’m like Frankenstein if he was cool.” Jason winks to Y/N, attempting to lighten the mood.

The warehouse was silent again, save for the distant hum of traffic far beyond its rusted doors.

Jason brings her close to him. Armor and all, as she melted against his torso, easily morphing into his arms. 

“I’ll come back.” He said again, stubbornly into her hairline, pecking her temple in reassurance.

Y/N nodded into his chest. “And I’ll be waiting. With more files. And maybe cookies.”

Jason grinned. “Your moral compass is shady, your files are illegal, and I’m pretty sure your cookies are made of sin.”

“And yet you love them.” She mumbled.

“I love you,” he corrected. “, the cookies are just a bonus.”

Both of them turn as an alert pierces the otherwise quiet lot, echoing off the unsound building. A brief shared look has them both sighing before parting ways, this mission was about to happen a lot sooner.

The metal door of the warehouse slammed shut behind him, the echo fading into the bones of the building like a warning. Jason was gone, melting into the city like smoke and gunmetal, one step ahead of the storm.

Y/N sat still for a beat, watching the door long after he’d vanished. Then she turned back to her terminal.

“Alright, big guy,” she muttered under her breath, slipping on her headset and pulling up the dockyard surveillance grid. “Let’s get you eyes.”

With a few keystrokes, she accessed the city’s grid, patching into traffic cams, infrared scans, and satellite pings above Gotham’s Port District. A blinking red marker lit up Slip 12B. The shipment was still there — for now.

She opened her comms taking a deep breath as she calculated the roundup.“Red Hood, you’ve got three armed sentries on the west side of the warehouse. Fourth’s patrolling near the cargo crates. No visible snipers, but I’m guessing there’s a backup crew on standby.”

Jason’s voice crackled through; distorted slightly behind the modulator, but otherwise calm. “Copy that. Quiet entry. Low and fast.”

Y/N’s eyes flicked to her second screen — a secure Batline. She hesitated for a second before wildly tapping into a private frequency. She groans at the initial wait, nerves blistering at the tension. “Oracle, come in. I need to contact Batman.”

There was a pause, then a familiar female voice came through. “He’s on patrol. What’s going on?”

“It’s bigger than we thought. The shipment’s moving tonight, earlier than expected. Red Hood is on-site. But this isn’t just Arkovic muscle. It’s… layered. The funding routes — I tracked one of them through shell corporations. There’s a link to Sionis.”

Barbara’s voice sharpened. “Black Mask?”

“I need backup at the docks. Quickly.”

“I’ll alert Bruce.”

Y/N leaned closer to the monitor. On-screen, Jason was already inside the perimeter, moving like a shadow between stacks of rusted shipping containers, guns drawn but silent. Efficient, deadly and so alone.

Suddenly, another alert popped on her screen — a new signal from the port’s automated freight system. Her fingers flew across the keys. “No,” she muttered. “No no no—” The manifest had changed. The shipment wasn’t just being guarded. It was being moved.

“Red Hood, change of plans.” She said, voice low but urgent. “They’re rerouting the cargo. It’s being loaded onto a private vessel. Slip 17. They’re moving fast.”

“How fast?”

“Fast.” She winced.

“I’m on it.”

She heard the shift in his voice — that switch from focused to furious. It was the tone he used when someone tried to outplay him.

As Jason moved, Y/N’s monitors lit up — tracking his heat signature as he darted between cover, closed the gap, and took out the guards with silent, brutal precision. The footage was grainy, but she could tell: his movements were sharper than usual. More desperate.

He wasn’t just fighting to stop a deal now.

Another terminal pinged. She turned to it and read the new patches from the company shipping the crate.

She froze.

The account numbers weren’t Arkovic’s like she had thought. It was listed under Janus Holdings. Also known as Black Mask’s personal financial shell. “Oh shit,” she whispered. “He’s not just funding this. He’s running it.” Her heart pounded. Her hands moved faster. She transmitted the new intel to Jason and Oracle, eyes scanning for every scrap of detail.

Then the screens blurred as everything shifted — violence breaking out through her feed, Jason engaged, red streaks of muzzle flash lighting up the cameras.

And then —

Silence.

It was hours later when the door of their apartment clicked open.

Y/N was already on the rickety couch, curled in one of Jason’s hoodies, surrounded by open files and a half-drunk mug of tea. She looked up the moment she heard the boots hit the hardwood.

Jason stepped in slowly — no helmet, bloodied knuckles, a tear along his armored shoulder, and exhaustion clear in his eyes.

She stood immediately.

Neither of them said anything at first.

He crossed the room, dropped his weapons by the table, and pulled her into his arms. No longer clad in armor — just Jason, flesh and blood and breath, holding on like the world might fall if he didn’t.

Y/N buried her face into his chest.

“I..” She mumbled. “I thought—”

“I know,” he said softly, fingers sliding into her hair. “I’m sorry.”

They stood there in silence — warm, tangled, alive.

Eventually, she pulled back just enough to look up at him. “You were right.”

“About what?”

“ He’s using Arkovic as a puppet.”

Jason’s eyes darkened, jaw tightening. “Then we go deeper. We cut off every limb until he shows himself.”

Y/N nodded. “I’ve started tracing Janus. I already flagged two of the holding accounts.”

Jason leaned in, resting his forehead against hers. “You don’t sleep enough.”

“You don’t duck fast enough.”

He huffed a tired laugh.