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Hiii, I loved your clumsy reader smau! And was wondering if you could do a kind of soft reader but who ends up roughing it up too much, like lifting heavy stuff without a care and ends up hurting herself of scratches herself too hard with Jason, Dick and Clark? Thank you so much!!!
kiss it better?
dick, jason, & clark x fem!reader
you end up hurting yourself while moving furniture around your apartment
content: mostly fluff, mentions of blood, injury to reader
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i have a very hypothetical, absolutely not horny and in no way depraved question…
how long do you think jason would last during cockwarming before he starts begging?
Purely for research purposes, I understand 😌
I think Jason has impeccable self-control and he can hold off as long as he needs to. If you tell him to wait, Jason will be a good boy and wait. He also likes a good challenge and to prove to himself that he can accomplish difficult things (a bat trait). So if you play fair, Jason can wait as long as you want him to. Even if he's tied up! <3
But! The problem arises when you start whispering in his ear about how much you want him. And then if you start petting his neck, kissing his throat, digging your fingers into his curls, Jason's resolve will start to slip. You'll feel him steadily leak inside of you at this point. Jason will realize too late that this was your plan all along: make him break!
He'll still hold off and stay strong even though every fiber of his being is screaming at him to move. But if you start squirming ("playin' real dirty," Jason would say), and you're getting warmer and wetter the longer he's inside of you, he might mumble a quiet "please, baby." You almost miss it, but once Jason says it, know that you've won. After that, all you need is patience and to tell him all about how good his fat cock feels. He'll start begging soon after :))
Hi, I'm new here, I just read all the Peter Parker Blurbs and they're so good. I wanted to request something for Sleepover if that's okay?
"it's not what it looks like!" "is that a picture of me?!"
With Tom Holland! Peter Parker, have a nice day or night 🩷
my pictures of you
peter parker x fem!reader
summary: 0.5k
“Is this a picture of me?”
There it is. His stupidity shoved right against his nose in spread leather. He crumples instantly, face contorting and shoulders dropping.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I- it’s not- I promise it’s not for anything weird. Or- you know, I just- I was actually-”
or the one where you find a picture of you in peter's wallet
a/n: I'm going back through some of my reeealllllyyy old requests. sorry this took so long anon!! I went through a pretty hefty writing slump and I'm hopefully getting back into it now!
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It was stupid of him. He knows that. He knows that.
But he couldn’t help himself.
The picture was from the photobooth at the arcade. Just one frame that he’d torn off the strip that fit perfectly into the clear slot of his wallet.
The single picture that had been taken of just you before you’d dragged him into the booth with you against his will. You were staring into the camera, bright eyed with a wide grin, and he could tell, even through the lens, that you were planning something. The other frames had been a blur of movement. One of him tumbling down past the camera with his hair being little more than a brown blur across the screen. Another where you’re laughing at his confused face and corralling him into you with an arm around his shoulder. The last one is his second favorite. The two of you pressed tight together, happy smiles and squinted eyes.
But he’d picked off the one of you alone for his wallet.
You didn’t know, of course.
Or, at least, you hadn’t known.
Until he asked you to grab a ten out of his wallet to tip the pizza guy while he changed clothes.
Again. He knows it was stupid of him.
“Peter?” he hears your voice call out, the sound getting louder in cadence with your footsteps approaching his door. Shit, he realized. Shit, shit, shit.
“Yeah?” he calls back, hoping you don’t hear the way it cracks in the middle. What was he? Twelve?
“Are you decent?” you ask. He nods as he looks down to check his freshly sweatpant clad legs.
“Yeah. Yes. What’s up?” He tugs open the door and fidgets nervously with the knob.
“Is this a picture of me?”
There it is. His stupidity shoved right against his nose in spread leather. He crumples instantly, face contorting and shoulders dropping.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I- it’s not- I promise it’s not for anything weird. Or- you know, I just- I was actually-”
Peter stiffens when something touches his lips. His eyes widen when he feels soft skin, your citrusy scent stronger than he’d gotten to experience when you weren’t falling asleep beside him on the couch and-
Oh fuck, you were kissing him.
He hears the slap of leather hitting the laminate as he curls around you. Every part of him melds into you. His head dips. His arms slide down to coil around your lower back. He leans until he feels his stomach flip with off-balance and then he’s tugging you into him.
Faintly, and outside of his own body, he hears himself whisper your name. His eyelids flutter open. When did he close them?
“I keep mine in my phone case,” you giggle, breathless. Jesus, he needs to hear that again. Breathless, because of him.
“Your- hm?” he asks, panting.
“My photobooth strip,” you say and he nearly passes out when you kiss him again. “It’s in my phone case. It has my favorite picture of you.”
“I didn’t know you kept your strand,” he exhales. He can’t seem to focus his eyes just yet.
“I didn’t know you kept yours either,” you say. “I thought I was being stupid, y’know?”
“It’s not stupid,” he says as one of his hands comes up to trace the edge of your jaw.
Definitely not stupid, he thinks. Not if keeping that one silly frame somewhere you easily saw got you to kiss him like that.
I don't know if you've done something like this, could you do a smau with DC men where reader is more of a cold blooded person (black cat? methinks?) and they get excited whenever shown affection??????
alone with you
dick, jason, & wally x fem!reader
the only person you really wanna be around right now is him
content: mostly fluff, kind of more crash out!reader for wally's, dick & wally's are suggestive, I was tryyyying to get the vibe of the ask for you anon, but I don't think I was able to pull it off very well, I hope you still enjoy!
summary: teasing peter parker while he's patrollingggggg
wc: ~1k
cw: MDNI!! heavy teasing, f!masturbation, kinda baiting dom!peter out at the end
an: this is a day behind, i apologize, but a bitch is getting married in like 12 hours!!! find yourself a peter parker fr fr!!
peter landed gracefully on top of the empire state, completing his fifth round of the neighborhood that night. crime was much slower than usual, as in the last four hours, he'd only stopped one mugging and an atm robbery. hell, with the amount of directions peter had been giving out tonight, he was convinced the city should've been paying him directly.
he pulled his phone out of his suit to see that it had just reached midnight, a sigh falling from his lips as he fought off the temptation to call it a night early. most nights, peter was out until the early hours of the morning. most nights, however, someone was trying to blow up new york.
his thoughts and the distorted music through his earbuds were interrupted by a familiar ringtone, and a smile fell over peter's face.
"hey bug, what are you still doing awake? i thought i left you hours ago tired and all studied out?"
peter could hear you chuckle on the other end of the phone, and suddenly, his night didn't feel so boring.
"just thinking about you, i guess. how's patrol going?"
a heavy sigh was given in response. "so far, this has been the longest conversation of the evening. i haven't seen a night this calm in months."
you hummed on the other end of the line, "bored?"
"like you couldn't believe," peter chuckled. "i just wish i were home with you, y'know? there's no one to even be a 'friendly neighborhood spider-man' to out here right now. the neighborhood's asleep!"
there was a brief pause before your response that peter picked up on, but couldn't piece together. "what would you do if you were here with me?"
your tone shifted ever so slightly, breathy and quieter than before. the question got peter's mind racing back through all the things he'd thought about doing with you while out on patrol. though, should he say... doing to you. but he wasn't about to admit to what had been distracting him while out protecting the city, so he ignored the strain in his suit as he crafted his response.
"y-y'know... anything. getting sore from sittin' on all this concrete," he says with a shy laugh, and you don't have to see him to know he's blushing and scratching at the back of his neck.
"mmmm, poor thing. i think it'd do some good if we got you out of that suit, y'think?"
we. if we got you out of it.
jesus christ, peter. please keep it in the suit.
"y-yeah, that'd sure be... great."
the line was silent for a moment, peter giving you the chance to move on and for him to get his mind out of the gutter. he nearly lost his footing from where he was pacing along the edge of the roof at your next words.
"do you want to know what i'm wearing, pete?"
he caught his balance, staring in disbelief at the city down below him as your sultry tone threatened to pull him over. "w-what?"
"nothing."
peter couldn't help but groan in response, lifting the mask over his mouth to catch his breath. he looked around frantically, ensuring the roof was empty before he dared to whisper your name into his phone.
"what are you doing, bug? you know i'm on patrol."
"i know." you sounded so certain, and it drove peter further insane.
he was quickly growing painfully hard, his bulge prominent through the thin spandex of the suit. peter muttered a string of curse words as he reached down to palm himself, a hiss escaping his lips as he twitched against the feeling.
"f-fuck, baby. c'mon, this isn't fair." peter couldn't help but let his words trail to a whine as he heard you touching yourself on the other end, words turning into a plea.
there was no fixing this himself, and definitely not out here. he knew that, and he knew you knew that too. peter would have no choice but to come home now that you'd gotten him going this much, and he's beginning to sense that may have been your intention the entire time.
fuck.
"y-you did this on purpose, didn't you? wanted to get me all riled up so i'd have no choice but to come home?" he heard your gasp and knew he was exactly where you wanted him. peter couldn't help but smirk, knowing there was no other place he wanted to be anyway.
"how do you want me to touch myself while i wait for you, peter?" your voice was sultry and prideful, knowing you'd successfully trapped him.
"should i prep myself for you?" there was a bit of shuffling on the other end, and then peter could hear just how fucking wet you were. "you are coming home, aren't you?"
fuck it.
"okay, bug. you'll get what you want," peter tucked his phone into his suit before aiming for the nearest building in your direction.
"but when you're screaming my name and telling me it's too much?" he launched off the roof, free-falling as he felt a hunger take over him. "don't forget it's exactly what you asked for."
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Hi, I'm new here, I just read all the Peter Parker Blurbs and they're so good. I wanted to request something for Sleepover if that's okay?
"it's not what it looks like!" "is that a picture of me?!"
With Tom Holland! Peter Parker, have a nice day or night 🩷
my pictures of you
peter parker x fem!reader
summary: 0.5k
“Is this a picture of me?”
There it is. His stupidity shoved right against his nose in spread leather. He crumples instantly, face contorting and shoulders dropping.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I- it’s not- I promise it’s not for anything weird. Or- you know, I just- I was actually-”
or the one where you find a picture of you in peter's wallet
a/n: I'm going back through some of my reeealllllyyy old requests. sorry this took so long anon!! I went through a pretty hefty writing slump and I'm hopefully getting back into it now!
masterlist
It was stupid of him. He knows that. He knows that.
But he couldn’t help himself.
The picture was from the photobooth at the arcade. Just one frame that he’d torn off the strip that fit perfectly into the clear slot of his wallet.
The single picture that had been taken of just you before you’d dragged him into the booth with you against his will. You were staring into the camera, bright eyed with a wide grin, and he could tell, even through the lens, that you were planning something. The other frames had been a blur of movement. One of him tumbling down past the camera with his hair being little more than a brown blur across the screen. Another where you’re laughing at his confused face and corralling him into you with an arm around his shoulder. The last one is his second favorite. The two of you pressed tight together, happy smiles and squinted eyes.
But he’d picked off the one of you alone for his wallet.
You didn’t know, of course.
Or, at least, you hadn’t known.
Until he asked you to grab a ten out of his wallet to tip the pizza guy while he changed clothes.
Again. He knows it was stupid of him.
“Peter?” he hears your voice call out, the sound getting louder in cadence with your footsteps approaching his door. Shit, he realized. Shit, shit, shit.
“Yeah?” he calls back, hoping you don’t hear the way it cracks in the middle. What was he? Twelve?
“Are you decent?” you ask. He nods as he looks down to check his freshly sweatpant clad legs.
“Yeah. Yes. What’s up?” He tugs open the door and fidgets nervously with the knob.
“Is this a picture of me?”
There it is. His stupidity shoved right against his nose in spread leather. He crumples instantly, face contorting and shoulders dropping.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I- it’s not- I promise it’s not for anything weird. Or- you know, I just- I was actually-”
Peter stiffens when something touches his lips. His eyes widen when he feels soft skin, your citrusy scent stronger than he’d gotten to experience when you weren’t falling asleep beside him on the couch and-
Oh fuck, you were kissing him.
He hears the slap of leather hitting the laminate as he curls around you. Every part of him melds into you. His head dips. His arms slide down to coil around your lower back. He leans until he feels his stomach flip with off-balance and then he’s tugging you into him.
Faintly, and outside of his own body, he hears himself whisper your name. His eyelids flutter open. When did he close them?
“I keep mine in my phone case,” you giggle, breathless. Jesus, he needs to hear that again. Breathless, because of him.
“Your- hm?” he asks, panting.
“My photobooth strip,” you say and he nearly passes out when you kiss him again. “It’s in my phone case. It has my favorite picture of you.”
“I didn’t know you kept your strand,” he exhales. He can’t seem to focus his eyes just yet.
“I didn’t know you kept yours either,” you say. “I thought I was being stupid, y’know?”
“It’s not stupid,” he says as one of his hands comes up to trace the edge of your jaw.
Definitely not stupid, he thinks. Not if keeping that one silly frame somewhere you easily saw got you to kiss him like that.
wally west being too shy to send you any pics when you first start dating, so instead he waits until it’s three in the morning—a reasonable time for you to be asleep already—so that he can forget about it until the next day, when you'd wake up with a "wish u were here :(" text and beautiful video of your boyfriend fisting himself to you and send your response afterwards.
he doesn't expect you to actually still be awake and for said response to arrive only two minutes after his video was sent, but the embarrassment doesn't last him too long, your positive feedback leaving him eager for more and his dick harder in his hand, even worse once the notification of a pic of your own arrives too.
with the knowledge that you're still awake and missing him just as much, both of you unable to sleep and now turned on by the conversation, he's immediately speeding off to your place, so that he can fuck to exhaustion and you can both tend to your needs, to finally find sleep in his warm embrace after those sleepless hours.
I don't know if you've done something like this, could you do a smau with DC men where reader is more of a cold blooded person (black cat? methinks?) and they get excited whenever shown affection??????
alone with you
dick, jason, & wally x fem!reader
the only person you really wanna be around right now is him
content: mostly fluff, kind of more crash out!reader for wally's, dick & wally's are suggestive, I was tryyyying to get the vibe of the ask for you anon, but I don't think I was able to pull it off very well, I hope you still enjoy!
hi hi :)) i’m sooo close to 4.5k (!!! thank u sm actually that’s crazy) so im hoping to do a sleepover event soon in celebration! i’m working overtime this week unfort so if i do hit it this week, it’ll likely be next weekend before i can sit down and actually host an event. anyway! thank you! love you! mwah!
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Summary - They believe that you are fighting and try to make it up to you- only to find out you aren’t fighting.
Characters - Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd
Bruce Wayne
⭐︎ You and Bruce don’t fight often, which is why it makes it such a dire situation to Bruce.
⭐︎ Your fights are usually quiet ones, a comment here or there but no yelling or shouting. Bruce isn’t an explosive man, his irritation and anger runs cold. You match his energy in a way that is both good and bad, especially when you are fighting.
⭐︎ It had started with you getting angry at him getting home late from patrol. He was irritated at first that you seemed to disregard the people who needed him. Then after a few days he calm down enough to see it from your perspective.
⭐︎ Bruce Wayne is not someone who believes that actions speak louder than words so he calls up your favorite florist and sends multiple bouquets of your favorite flowers to your office.
⭐︎ He is slightly nervous to talk to you since you have been a little distant after your fight. Multiple times on the walk to your office he messing with his tie, just to give himself something to do to sieve off the anxiety.
⭐︎ You are looking at the note he told the florist to write when he knocks on your door. Your smile is radiant as you look over at him, no trace of irritation or anger on your face to be seen.
⭐︎ Bruce feels like he did a good job when you walk over to kiss him. He hasn’t had too much contact with you for a couple days since he was keeping his distance so he welcomes your touch like a man starved.
“What is this for?” You ask after pulling back from kissing him. “Did I miss something?”
Bruce blinks down at you in confusion, “You were upset with me about arriving home late, I am sorry for worrying you.”
A look of confusion crosses your face before you start laughing.
“The whole time you thought I was upset with you?” You stop laughing to give himself something a soft look. “I’m sorry Love, I was busy with work so you must have thought I was ignoring you.”
Bruce feels sheepish now that he got the situation wrong. “You don’t need to apologize for my misunderstanding-”
You kiss him mid sentence, cutting him off.
“The flowers are perfect don’t apologize.”
Dick Grayson
⭐︎ Dick would like to think that you don’t argue often and you agree except for the constant back and forth of him stretching himself too thin and putting everyone’s needs over his.
⭐︎ The fight happens when he misses a date because they needed his help in Gotham. He had left you a note and a text about it. There was a lot of apologies in both. But when he got back to his apartment all the lights were off and you were gone.
⭐︎ Your fights are usually conversations, there isn’t yelling involved unless it’s really bad. You always wanted to talk things out rather than just leaving them lie. So you leaving without talking about it made him scared.
⭐︎ Dick is a little desperate when he feels like he is being left. There’s an involuntary coil of dread that settles in his stomach every time. He always needs to make it right as soon as possible, he can’t wait because he is afraid of never seeing you again.
⭐︎ So he runs down to the 24 hour convince store a block down from his apartment to get, admittedly, a lot of your favorite candy. Then he breaks into the florist shop across the street to grab a premade bouquet of flowers, he makes sure to leave them money plus a little extra because he broke in.
⭐︎ He is stressing himself out the whole way to your apartment. The thought that you won’t have the window unlocked like usual crosses his mind. He imagines you locking him out and refusing to even see him.
⭐︎ When Dick knocks on your window at 2am you open it up with sleep still in your eyes. You look beautiful even half asleep, confused and in one of his old tee shirts. Your eyes eventually focus in on the bag and flowers.
“Dick? These are wonderful,” You take the flowers from his slightly trembling hands. “but why are you bringing me flowers at 2am?”
Dick pauses midway through climbing through your window, “You are mad at me for missing our date so I thought getting you flowers would help.”
Your expression softens as you take a deeper look at him, seeing the anxiety in his rigid posture and the desperation in his eyes as he takes off his domino mask.
“Oh baby.” You says softly and pull him into a hug. “I am so sorry my friend had to rush her pet to the vet and had no car so I drove her. In all the rush I forgot to text you that it was fine.”
Dick exhales, all the tension in his body leaving with the air. He slumps a little as the adrenaline from crime fighting and this whole debacle evaporates.
“Thank god.” He whispers as you guide him over to your bed and gently pull him down onto it.
“I will always tell you if I have an issue,” You press a kiss to his brow, “promise.”
Jason Todd
⭐︎ You and Jason try not to fight often. It reminds Jason of darker days and you just don’t enjoy the conflict.
⭐︎ But when it happens it’s loud. Jason doesn’t start out yelling, he doesn’t enjoy it. But that’s usually what it devolves into, the two of you yelling over each other over something you can’t even remember.
⭐︎ Jason always needs time to cool off after. He leaves the apartment so he can get some air, climbing up to the roof or going on patrol early depending on what time it is.
⭐︎ This time was a little different, there wasn’t yelling or raised voices, just a slow sigh and you leaving the apartment.
⭐︎ The fight started over a bookshelf. You were insistent that you could put it together yourself while Jason wanted to help. After a couple minutes of him trying to help you told him that you wanted to do it yourself. He left the room then a few seconds later you were grumbling, putting on your shoes and slamming the apartment door.
⭐︎ Jason knew that you enjoyed doing things yourself so him trying to help must have made you angry with him. He didn’t leave like usual, instead he began to clean. It was a nervous habit that stemmed from needing control over something. He left the book shelf alone because it was the source of the argument but everything thing else he could clean was.
⭐︎ You came home an hour later to a spotless apartment and dinner ready. Jason was moving around the kitchen silently when you set the bag you got from the hardware store on the counter.
“Thanks for making dinner Jay.” You walk over to wrap your arms around him.
He tenses a little and you pull back immediately.
“You are sending me mixed messages.” Jason says with a furrow between his brows.
You frown in confusion, “What do you mean?”
“You left earlier because you were angry and now you aren’t upset.” Jason points out to you.
Your eyes widen with realization then soften, “Jay, I didn’t have the right screw for the bookshelf.”
Jason feels the tension bleed out of him at your words. You hug him again and he won’t say it out loud but he holds you tighter than he has ever held anyone else.
“If I am angry at you believe me you would know.” You laugh.
“Good.” Jason breathes out in relief.
“Now,” You pull away and walk to the bag. “do you want to help me put this together? I am way past the point of having any pride to defend.”
He grins, “It would be my pleasure.”
Blue’s notes - Imagine being in a family prized for detective skills and misreading a situation lol. None of these men can have a straight forward conversation about feelings. Also Dick’s is so much more angsty then intended, it originally was just a funny misunderstanding then my brain was like ‘make him suffer’ and I succumbed to the voices.
