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a little stress relief (n.k)

wc: 300

You could immediately tell Kento was as having a bad day, his tone in the text messages he was sending you during your hair appointment. so once your stylist who was thankfully your cousin finished at a perfect time to take him some lunch so that’s exactly what you did your fresh goddess braids flowing in the wind with your sundress you wore just for him. the blue matching his button up. you made him some sandwiches, packed a bowl of fruits, and some homemade cookies.

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Around the time his lunch he heard a soft knock at his door. He opened the door to his surprise it’s you standing there with a lunch bag.

“Hi my love” you smile up at him “I brought you lunch”

As composed as he normally is he bent down kissing your forehead pulling you into a hug. “I love the hair darling” his tone always soft with you. He guides you over to his desk pulling you into his lap. His hand slid up your sundress holding onto your thigh as he buried his face into your neck inhaling your scent. You pulled out the lunch for him offering to feed him his sandwich and he gladly accepted this form of affection. He played with the ends of your braids as you fed him, making appreciative sounds enjoying the food.

“Feel better?” you ask, as you gently wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin when he finishes the sandwich.

“Much better” he answered kissing your temple.

“There’s fruit and dessert too” you announce pulling them out the bag.

“The only dessert I want right now is you darling” his tone low as he lifts you up onto his desk slowly loosening his tie and tying your hands behind your back with it.

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you called the wrong parent

ft. duke thomas and batmom

There was one thing that the goons in Gotham didn’t fully understand. If you attempt to kidnap a Wayne kid, don’t call their mom. She doesn’t like to bullshit with people, especially when it’s about her kids. She’s not gonna let a goon ask for ransom, she’ll personally find them and deliver an ass whooping. Apparently these goons that kidnapped Duke didn’t receive that message.

“I really suggest not to call my mama. She ain’t as sweet as the publishers make her out to be. Well she is, but not when there’s something bad happening to us” he tried warning the goons as the phone rang on speaker.

“Who the hell is playing on my phone?” you answer.

“We have your son” the bald goon spoke

“Which one? I got five” you asked irritated.

“What’s your name kid?” the tattooed goon asked Duke.

“Hi mama” Duke says loud enough for you to hear. Your response was a groan, and they heard some shuffling on your end.

“Hey baby, I’m on my way” you say hanging up the phone, not giving the goons any room to ask for ransom.

For the next thirty minutes the goons tried to talk about what they were going to do when you walk through the doors. If you could even find them, which made Duke chime in.

“You guys are screwed” he laughs.

“We aren’t scared of a woman kid” the bald one scoffs. The door to the warehouse opens loudly, and there you are in your sweats and a hoodie holding one of Jason’s guns pointing it at the goons.

“Let my son go” you said politely walking up to them knowing that Duke has most likely been free of his restraints by now.

“Did you bring the money?” the tattooed one asked.

“You idiots didn’t even ask for money. But since you aren’t moving to free my son. I hope y’all move fast enough to call an ambulance.” You deadpan.

“For who lady? You?” they asked laughing, but that laughter turned into screams after two gunshots rang through the warehouse.

“Yourselves” you say shrugging putting the gun in your tote bag. You turn to Duke “I know you broke free a while ago. Let’s go home” you say sticking your hand out. He grabs it pulling you in for a hug.

“Love you mama” he says squeezing you, “Also I warned them about calling you” he says laughing.

“Love you too baby” you said laughing at what he told you. The drive home he talked to you about his day up until his kidnapping, when you made it back to the manor everyone was standing in the foyer.

“Where were you?” Bruce asked walking up to you.

“Saving Duke” you reply smiling.

“I told them not to call her” Duke says making the others laugh. You pulled out the gun handing it back to Jason while everyone was laughing. That stopped everyone from laughing to look at you confused.

“They’re alive, just both have a bad knee now” you shrug heading upstairs, “I’m going to finish my nap” you said looking over your shoulder.

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hair day

tasm!peter parker x black f!reader

gif not mine!

wc: 500

swinging through the city he began to realize he didn’t speak to you much today. even on days you were busy you’d still sporadically text him. the only solution is that it’s hair day, you sent him a few protective styles to choose from a few days prior. he chose goddess braids, he thought you would look amazing in them. he can’t wait to see the final product. stopping on top of the next building he calls you. he could hear the excitement as you answered the call. 

“hi baby” you greet cheerfully. 

“hey sweetheart, how’s the hair?” he asked smiling to himself. 

“i just got done! i was getting ready to send you some pictures” he could tell you were tired. 

“then go ahead and send me the pictures. i’ll come over later with a midnight snack” he tells you. 

“okay baby. see you later. stay safe!” you say before you tell him bye. a few minutes went by and his phone pinged with a message from you. 

my sweetheart ❤️

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stay safe my favorite hero❤️ i’ll be waiting for you 

he opened the message swearing at the sight. the first two pictures were innocent. they were just of you smiling and making a funny face showing off your hair. the next three had him considering taking off the rest of the night. the third picture was taken in your mirror, you’re wearing his old high school shirt and if you were wearing shorts he couldn’t tell. the fourth picture his shirt was gone and you’re using your arm to cover your chest a sly smile on your face. the final picture was just a picture of your underwear that had his initials embracing on them. quickly replying before storing his phone. 

it isn’t nice to tease. i’ll see you soon sweetheart, no touching until i get there. 

as much as peter wanted to leave and make his way to you, he stayed out to protect the city.  he finally made his way through your apartment window. you had his shirt back on with your hair wrapped up in your spider-man bonnet that you ordered on etsy. you were curled up in the middle of bed so he takes his mask off giving you a kiss on the forehead before disappearing into your bathroom taking a quick shower before slipping into bed with you. his large warm hand slides under your shirt gripping your thigh pulling you close to his chest. your body molds

itself against his, as you bury your face in his neck placing a few soft kisses on it. 

“hi baby” you mumbled into his skin. 

“hey sweetheart go back to sleep” he softly replied. 

“but i didn’t touch, just like you told me to” you yawn snuggling closer to him. he swiftly pinned you beneath him, leaning down to kiss you properly. 

“let me thank you for listening then” a smug look on his face before going back in to kiss you.