we’re gonna have to kill this guy, duck Leon

⁀➴ Peter Parker x established relationship!reader

Suggestive fluff -> You come across Spiderman fan art, why just look at it when you have the real thing - CW: (18+), no real spoilers for the new movie, no smut or nudity, reader knows his identity, vulgar language, teasing reader, peter gets teased, some dick size talk, not proofread, tried to keep it gn!reader, possibly OOC - Rule 34 was basically confirmed in Spiderman: Brand New Day. This also made me really want to read more Spider-man so hopefully I'll be writing him better soon!

Peter hadn't swung by your apartment yet, you can barely even say it's for a date to be completely fair. But if you did consider it to be so, thankfully it was low effort since you ordered some takeout and lit a few bath and body works candles.

The only thing you could do while you wait is scroll through your phone.

Your fingers glide over the glass as you watch pixels fly by, when suddenly you stopped on a picture. A picture on good ol' Twitter. A picture of your masked vigilante boyfriend drawn shirtless, with the abs chiselled and an incredibly defined v-line. The happy-trail was a funny touch in your opinion—the artist made it look wiry, almost thick enough that you would struggle navigating through it, of even dragging fingers through it.

Hell—your lucky enough to know that the real thing was actually soft and fluffy, almost like he puts conditioner in it…which he does when it isn't shaved off.

And then the best part of all. That part was covered by the suit drawn out, but wow—the imagination that artist put to make Peter's dick thick enough to cause straining bursts from his suit..it was good, but was it accurate? Eh.

As if on queue, twanging knocks emerged from your window and there he was: your dear partner, Spider-man. "Hey! Open up—it's cold out here!" He whines, trying to jangle the window open all while he watches as you stand through his goggles gaze. After a bunch of Peter getting himself together which included: taking off the suit and putting on some normal clothes, then finally slouching on the couch, eating the takeout by candlelight—you guys could finally wind down.

However your mind went back to the fan art, and your eyes tilt up to look at the man stuffing his face and cheeks puffed out too with each chew of his jaw as it moves up and down to eat his portion of the meal. You had to suppress giggles, hanging your head down to stare at your food like it was more interesting than the artistry you were comparing your darling boyfriend to.

Yet the perceptiveness of Peter Parker never failed. His wide eyes bore into you while he was hunched over into the meal, clearly eager for the 'sustenance', or whatever there was in the junk food you ordered.

"What's up?" he asked with a tilted head, blinking the tiredness out of his eyes to only be less bleary than it was, but not completely free of the days exhaustion. You cover the smile at your lips and rapidly shaking your head, "Nothing! Nothing—just eat, enjoy your food," you exhale, trying to expel any amusement that is trying to burst forth from your chest, but your laugh transfers to Peter as it usually does.

You both start giggling, yet Peter is completely out of the blue on what caused your not-so-quietly-building outburst.

"What are—what are we laughing at?" He asks between laughs, raising a brow as you bring your hands to cover your face in order to block your display of giddiness. Yet you still confess to the reason for your childish outburst, "Peter there's—" you have to pause to collect yourself, "art. Well—porn, of you…online."

He knew this, how could he not know when it's practically in his face 24/7 if he goes onto the wrong side of social media with his idle scrolling, "Of course there is! Who can resist the friendly neighbourhood Spider-man?" he spreads his arms as if beckoning you to to gaze at him in his now exhausted glory.

Maybe it was cruel, but an idea came to you. An idea that was simply too brilliant to pass up.

"This is humiliating!" he whines with a mildly muffled voice once again by the mask you had forced him to slip back on. You ignored him slightly all while you grin and manoeuvre his body to the exact mannerisms that the digital piece had imprinted into your brain.

You rose his arms up, in the way that makes every bit of attention drive straight to his chiselled, and now shirtless, torso.

You even step back to admire your handiwork, and you know you would be having the time of your life looking at him if only his mask were more expressive with his facial expressions, you would get a full impression of his cute embarrassment. "Let's not forget how you thought the picture wouldn't compare! I'm just deciding to be the judge of that."

The admiration doesn't stop as you watched his naked torso: firm, shapely, yet so unexpected that you still have to stop the way your eyes widen from the sharpness of his abs that you're certain can cut diamonds. Your gaze snaps between the art and the man really in front of you, almost completely accurate…Except—

"Jeez, they made you way more hung in this drawing, and even gave you a bushy happy trail" you snicker, shifting your eyes to look up at him, only to be met with a flurry of defensiveness, "But honey—that's such unrealistic proportions! I mean…It grew a little after the spider bite but not that much!"

He snatched the mask off and scrambled to you, not even trying to stop his scoff when taking in that image, "Oh come on! That's a freaking bazooka. It's not proportional to my body and even I like to believe I'm bigger than average!" he puffs his chest with an attempt to salvage himself, to appear prouder, yet you giggle and although he's right, you can't help but tease him,"Yeah, a prime stud," you joke, swiftly bringing a hand to his crotch, only to flick it.

The action made your boyfriend scrunch his body paired with a meek yelp, comically stood on one leg, and the other brought to his own chest. You aren't even sure if it hurt that much, but it definitely caught him by surprise, "You can't just flick! They're sensitive!" He referred to his barely pained tip of the dick that you had 'punctured' with such exceptional marksmanship. Yet it only took a firm smooch for him to stand straight, rather than mimicking a flamingo, for him to forget about his faux anger.

"So, does my boyfriend wanna show me the friendly little Spider-man?"

"It's 'Friendly neighbourhood spider-man' and it's not little—"

"Fine, we don't have to have sex." you shrug and walk towards your bedroom, leaving a trail of your clothes behind as you make an excuse for it, "I needed to go shower anyway."

You don't even have to look back, you can already hear the hurried patter of his footsteps catching up behind you, he leaves the candles burning and the remnants of take out containers filled with some food on the coffee table, all in pursuit of what you had tantalisingly offered.

dividers by @starrliqhtt and @cursed-carmine

Or: Your camera roll while dating John Constantine

Warnings: One shirtless man lol // Part of the 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 smau series <3

Morph's thoughts: Blacked out doing this one tbh, another easy vibe to get from the get go and so satisfying to organise, johnstantine my love // to that john constantine anon, i hope you see this, i’m saving your ask for an actual written fic that is in my wips :p

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summary: Dick sees reader without their glasses for the first time. pairing: Dick Grayson x reader tags and warnings: reader wears glasses. I tried making it as inclusive as possible w/o mentioning any specific colors/shapes of the eyes. Reader wears thick rimmed black glasses (i did not know, how else to go about it). Reader is also alluded to have dark circles. Repost from old acc.

Everyone in the department knew that Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson had a huge, downright pathetic crush on you.

The heart eyes, the very specific coffee he brought you every day from a cafe on the other side of town (you have asked him countless times to stop, but he buys them regardless), the tender gaze he shoots you —only you — as if you were the sole dazzle of wonder in all of Bludhaven.

Fem! Law School Harvey Dent, who swears she hates the bubbly, bimbo sorority girl that she somehow shares classes with.

Fem! Law School Harvey Dent, who hates that you reinforce every negative stereotype people have for women, that you seemingly don't take higher education seriously, that you're every man on campus' wet dream.

Fem! Law School Harvey Dent, whose eyes unconsciously flicker over your form in every seminar, scoffing in disgust when her gaze flickers to your on-display cleavage and blatantly ignores the way she can't help but stare at your lips whenever you reapply your gloss.

Fem! Law School Harvey Dent, who gets paired with you for a group assignment, is dismayed when you constantly contact her for unrelated matters.

Fem! Law School Harvey Dent, who begrudgingly joins you for a celebratory night out when you hand in the godawful assignment, who panics when you drag her to the dance floor and hold her waist, dancing close enough that your chest brushes her and she can smell your hair.

Fem! Law School Harvey Dent, who has dedicated herself to her studies, to proving that she's better than any man who can't even study anymore without her mind trailing back to the way you'd felt spooning her when the two of you had drunkenly fallen into your bed.

Fem! Law School Harvey Dent, who sees red when she stumbles across some creep who won't take no for an answer, who kicks him in the balls and drags you away with a possessive grip, because obviously you need her protection, no other reason.

Fem! Law School Harvey Dent, who lies awake at night, sick to her stomach because she's not supposed to feel this way about another girl, who closes her eyes to banish her father's voice and to better picture your form as her hand slips between her legs, trying to imagine it's you touching her, even though she knows you'll never feel the same.

Fem! Law School Harvey Dent, who sees you kiss another girl and feels the world fall away beneath her, because she hadn't realised you were—like her—and who was that random girl you'd deemed good enough? Why wasn't it her?

Fem! Law School Harvey Dent, who confronts you in your dorm, tears in her eyes and cutting words on her tongue as she crowds into your space as you stare up at her with wide eyes and a smile that turns predatory the longer she bares her heart.

Fem! Law School Harvey Dent, who doesn't know what to do with herself when you shove her onto your bed and straddle her waist, breath hitting her collarbone as you ask if she's ever done this before.

Fem! Law School Harvey Dent, whose shame and embarrassment disappear the second your tongue is on her, one hand tangled in your hair, the other in the sheets as she writhes beneath your touch.

Fem! Law School Harvey Dent, who can't stand to see you so much as smile as another girl, whose possessive fury bubbles beneath her skin until you drag her back to your room, and prove that she's the only one you've got eyes for.

Fem! District Attorney Harvey Dent, who's already fighting an uphill battle to be taken seriously that only gets so much worse once you graduate and move in together. who has to sneer at the men in the precinct who always look at you with hungry eyes she wants to rip from their heads.

Fem! District Attorney Harvey Dentwho can't legally marry you but gets you that ring anyway and makes you wear it everywhere just to prove you're off limits.

Fem! District Attorney Harvey Dent, who can deal with the disparaging comments until they're aimed at you, who starts to turn her eyes on the officers she works with, systematically taking down every corrupt pig who's ever had anything to say about you.