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[starl1ghtgr4yson]

Starlight’s blog

“MY NAME IS PETER PARKER, AND I AM NO LONGER AFRAID.”

nora. call me starlight! swiftie. tom hollands wifey. comics are my drug. books are my everything. wally west’s partner in crime. ukulele and guitar. music is my alcohol. j.todd’s sweetheart. shawn mendes’s one true love.

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[starl1ghtgr4yson]

hi I’m just wondering if you even READ the fucking comics. ‘Jason Todd would be whiny and submissive’ NO THE FUCK HE WOULDNT? you write him so terribly im surprised this blog gets any attention at all.

im sorry my work isn’t to your liking! I can try to write more not-so-soft Jason if that’s what you all want :( thanks for the feedback!

-> on a side note, I do read the comics, and in my opinion, Jason would be like this after like a year or two into a relationship, but sorry if it’s ooc :(

[honey-snail]

Jason gives older brother/bully energy in your relationship and I hope you all understand that...

Like one second he's being so freaking sweet, bringing you a snack while you're doing whatever at your desk. Leaning down to kiss your cheek with a few obnoxiously loud mwah, mwah, mwahs, asks what you're working on, you know being all interested...

And then he steals your slime/stress toy/honestly whatever he can get his hands on just to piss you off.

Doesn't even want it. Just picks it up and starts fucking with it while you're telling him to give it back, knocking over two things on your desk in the process before holding it over your head with this stupid what are you gonna do about it? look on his face.

And you CAN try to beat him up. Please do. Start smacking his arm, shoving at his chest, trying to climb him to get your shit back. All he does is laugh and catches you around the waist when you nearly tip over, and goes, "easy, princess," acting like HE isn't the reason you're all riled up over something so trivial.

Then he tosses the slime somewhere just out of your reach, kisses your forehead, and leaves for patrol before you can get your revenge.

[anyalarbslasagna]

I miss my baby pre-brand new day!peter 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 with his stupid hair gel and high school and mj and ned 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 when he had happiness 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#FUCKyoumysterio #icrynow

[starl1ghtgr4yson]

my throat is so sore oh my goodness. this is hell. everyone went out for ice cream and i didnt get to eat a single bite. fml

[my-love-all-mine]

The biggest pain is finishing writing a fic and then realising it sounds ass when you poured your blood sweat and mental sanity into it

[starl1ghtgr4yson]

it seemed like such an awesome idea and amazingly written yesterday… today it’s absolute garbage 😭😭😭😭

[jtoddsbaby]

SPIDERBEAR

SUMMARY: you and peter go to build-a-bear together and you make him!

warnings: fluff, f!reader, established relationship, somewhat sweetheart!reader

wc: 807

a/n: this was originally gonna be unckuna x reader x yuji but the spiderbear came up when i was looking for header images and i changd my mind :P

"Ooh, Pete, look!" you squeal, tugging on his arm in the middle of the mall, pointing at the Build-A-Bear.

He chuckles. "Baby, that's been here for like...ever. I came here as a toddler once and this was here."

"Let's go in." Without even waiting for a response, you grip his elbow and walk inside, holding him like a dog on a leash. Peter only sighs, letting you bring him into the childish store.

You look around aimlessly, pointing at a few displays and murmuring a "that's adorable." Until...

"Oh. My. God."

"What? What?!" Peter panics at your cryptic exclamation. "What is it?"

"Pete, honey, look," you point to the little spiderman costume on a paper hanger. "Aww! It's so cute."

He laughs, tugging the hanger off the rack. "It's me, babe," he whispers in your ear.

"Okay, now I need to build a bear," you insist, pouting up at your boyfriend sweetly.

He keeps his chocolate-brown eyes trained on yours for a solid minute before sighing in defeat, succumbing to your adorable face. "Alright, alright. But you better pick a good animal to represent me. Don't make me a dragon or some shit."

"Woah, spiderdragon," you tease. "I just might, Petey."

He tsks. "Do not," he grumbles, but he bites back a smile as he follows you back to the furry displays.

It takes you a bit, but eventually you settle on a simple blond curly bear. You grab an empty fur from the pile and approach the worker. "I'm ready," you chirp.

Peter watches from a distance, leaning against the wall as you go through the whole process: letting the worker stuff the bear up just enough to be a cozy cuddle-buddy, giving it a big squeeze to test, nodding enthusiastically to confirm that it's perfect, and—"

"Pete! Come!"

He blinks, pushing off the wall to walk over to you. "It's time for the heart," you explain. "I want you to bless his heart with me. You're his dad, after all."

Fuck. Peter's heart aches violently in his chest at how fucking cute you are. He only nods. "Okay, baby."

The employee guides you through the whole process, instructing you both to rub the faux heart in your hands, on your forehead, and your knee. Next, you're told to wish on the heart; you and Peter turn to each other, whispering to one another until you come to an agreement on a wish. Peter says the wish in his head, as do you.

Lastly, you're instructed to give the heart a kiss. You giggle, smooching your lips against the fabric before holding it up to Peter, who mimics your actions.

"Okay, okay," you grin as you drop the heart into the bear," giggling excitedly as the worker stitches him up. You turn to Peter. "I'm so excited."

"I can tell, sweets," he chuckles, leaning to press a soft kiss to your forehead, smoothing his hand over your hair. Soon enough, your perfect blonde boy is placed in your hands. You thank the employee, then move to the computer to make his birth certificate.

"What should we name him, baby?" you ask.

"Peter?"

"Ew, no, babe. That's weird. You're my Peter."

"Hm. Spiderman?"

"Boring."

"Spidey?" He offers.

"Ooh!" you grin, typing it in. "Perfect. Okay, parents: Pete and Y/N. Birthday: August 10th, 2026. Yes, yes. Okay, aaand...print!"

You whip around to look at Peter. "We're officially mommy and daddy!"

Peter cringes, giggling. His hand drops to your hip as the birth certificate is handed to you. "To a toy."

"Still, we're parents now, Petey. Our boy needs clothes. C'mon."

You circle right back to where you found the spiderman suit, yanking it off the rack and dressing Spidey up. "Awweee! My baby," you coo at the stuffie.

"You better not start to love that thing more than me," your boyfriend teases. You two walk up to the counter to pay for your baby, and Peter fishes his wallet out of his pocket.

"Oh, hon, you don't need to—"

"Shh," he hums, already tapping his card against the reader. "You birthed the baby, least I can do is pay the bill," he jokes, though he immediately cringes after. "Why'd I say that?" he sighs.

It's all worth it once he hears the laugh that tears from you. "You're cute, Pete. Never change." He accepts the receipt from the employee, nodding a quick thank you before exiting into the rest of the mall with you.

"Let me hold my son," he insists, snatching the plush from you. "Hey, little man."

You laugh. "Food court?"

"Food court," he nods.

"I want a cheesy pretzel!" you squeal, hurrying ahead of him to the food court.

Peter sighs fondly, looking comically at Spidey the Bear. "Your mother's a crazy woman, child. Get used to a lot of that."

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[starl1ghtgr4yson]

oh. my. god. oh. my. god. YOU HAVE OUTDONE YOURSELF

[roycohn]

taylor swift was right. not telling you what about though.

[ar1tun]

im so parasocial with ariana grande im crying

[whoispeterparkeranyways]

peter parker x lara jean!reader

"you've been in love with me since sixth grade?"

"peter, what are you talking about?"

"you wrote it in your letter."

a/n: the edits got to me and i had to start making this ship come to life!! lmk if you want to be on the taglist for this pairing <3

[trowneyy]

𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

⤷ dick grayson

• {content} dick only respond to you calling him baby

The apartment was quiet for a Sunday afternoon, save for the rhythmic humming of the washing machine and the faint scent of fresh linen.

You were currently knee-deep in folding the endless mountain of laundry on the bed. You grabbed the next item from the basket, held it up, and instantly stopped, staring at it in absolute disbelief.

It was a pair of Dick’s favorite boxers—or at least, what used to be boxers. At this point, the fabric was so worn down it was almost translucent, and there were two distinct, gaping holes near the seam. They were hanging on by a single thread and sheer willpower.

"Dick, are you serious?" you called out toward the living room, where your boyfriend was currently stretched across the rug doing his afternoon mobility routine. "Dick, come look at these!"

No answer. Not even a rustle of his sweatpants.

"Dick?" you said, a little louder, peeking your head around the bedroom door.

He was flowing smoothly from a deep hamstring stretch into a cobra pose, looking entirely serene and completely oblivious to your existence.

You blinked. You knew for a fact he wasn't deaf—the man had peak-human Bat-family hearing and could spot a footstep on a roof three blocks away. You opened your mouth to yell his name again, but then the realization hit you.

You had called him 'Dick.'

In the three years you’d been together, you almost never called him by his actual name. He was "babe," "baby," "honey," or, on particularly chaotic mornings, "sweetheart." Calling him Dick was practically a foreign language to his subconscious.

A mischievous grin spread across your face. You leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms.

"Richard?"

Silence. He shifted into a shoulder bridge.

"Grayson?"

He sighed softly, deepening the stretch, completely locked into his own world.

"Officer Grayson?"

Nothing.

You took a slow breath, held up the shredded boxers like evidence in a court trial, and dropped your voice to its usual fond, affectionate tone.

"Hey, baby?"

Dick’s head snapped up instantly. His bright blue eyes locked onto yours, a warm, easy smile instantly spreading across his face.

"Yeah, sweetcheeks? What's up?" he asked, popping off the floor with effortless agility and strolling toward the bedroom. He leaned into your space, instantly tilting his chin down for a kiss.

You held up the holy pair of boxers right between your faces like a shield, staring at him with an amused, disbelieving look. "Are you serious right now?"

Dick paused mid-lean, blinking at the ruined fabric, then up at you like a confused puppy. "What?"

"First of all, these are going in the trash. Second of all, I just called your name four times."

"No, you didn't," he said smoothly, sliding his arms around your waist anyway. "I would've heard you."

"I said Dick."

He flinched subtly, screwing up his nose as if the word tasted weird. "See? Hearing it now, it doesn't even sound like a real word. Who is he? Sounds like a stranger. I don't know him."

"It is literally your legal name!" You laughed, reaching up to tap his cheek.

Dick gently caught your wrist, tugging you a little closer until your chest was resting against his.

"My name," he corrected softly, his voice dropping into that low, warm register he saved just for you, "is baby. Or babe. I also accept 'hey handsome' if you're feeling fancy."

"You're ridiculous," you murmured, though you couldn't stop the smile tugging at your lips.

"I'm a man conditioned by love," he declared heroically, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. "If you start calling me Dick, I'm going to assume I'm in trouble, or that Bruce is standing right behind me. Neither of those options are good for my heart."

"So if I need to save you from a falling building, I just have to yell 'Look out, babe!'?"

"Precisely," Dick grinned, kissing your cheek before eyeing the ruined boxers in your hand. "And for the record, those are vintage. They're aerated. It's tactical."

"They're going in the trash, baby."

"Fair enough," he sighed dramatically, wrapping his arms around you tighter.

[starl1ghtgr4yson]

oh I love this so much

[1nsignia]

kiss me (oneshot + requested) suggestive, wally west

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one. two. three. 

“hey—hey, slow down” wally— your best friend— reminded you as you quickly gulped your fourth shot, slight drops of vodka leaving the corner of your lips 

you slam the glass down on the bartop, the sound practically muffled by the blasting music. a sharp exhale leaves your lips, feeling the alcohol burn down your throat but not doing its job. the curse of having a high alcohol tolerance

 just what you needed today after catching your boyfriend in bed with another girl. 

“wally its just… un fucking fair” you ran a hand through your hair with a sigh. “wasted my time with that dickhead for a year and a half, only to catch him with some bitch”

your sharp words made wally wince, as if you were talking about him. “okay, first of all” he said, taking the vodka bottle right before you were about to reach for it. “you’re allowed to be pissed. and second of all, you’re definitely not driving home”

“hey! walls, give it back! you know i can handle my alcohol” “still didn’t stop you from vomiting on my clothes last week” you didn’t even try to fight and instead, sighed deeply in defeat. you pressed your face against the cool bartop and folded your arms loosely beneath your head, trying to process everything that just happened

your boyfriend, on his bed with some naked girl. and you, now drinking your feelings away

you picked your head up and quickly wiped any forming tears in your eyes with a sniff, not daring to waste more of your time about him. “fuck him”

and wally couldn’t nod and agree any more. “yeah” he murmured, settling the bottle further to make sure it wasn’t in your grasp. “fuck him”

but before you could continue ranting about that dickhead of your ex and get emotional, your eyes darted over wally’s shoulder before immediately looking away and scoffing with an eye roll. “oh, you have got to be kidding me” “what?” “his stupid ass friends. on your seven” wally raised an eyebrow and immediately turned his head, spotting the group of guys crowded around one of the high-top tables. and to make matters worse, a couple of them were already looking in your direction. god, you wish you were at least tipsy at the moment

he turned his head back to you, a reassuring look softening his face. “do you want to leave?” 

you stared at him for a few seconds before flicking your eyes back toward the table, and back at wally— with an idea in mind “kiss me” 

no stutter, no hesitation, not even an answer to wally’s question. 

which was why he completely froze and his eyebrows shot up the moment those two words came out of you, staring at you as to whether he heard you correctly over the music. “…what?” “kiss me, walls” you said again, leaning closer with your voice dropping. his eyes silently flickered to the table and back to you, a slight hue of pink on his face as he processed your words and automatically knew what you were planning

you realized how silent and how shocked he was, making your gaze soften in realization and biting your bottom lip. “nevermind” you murmured, realizing how much you were asking of wally. “forget i said anything, let’s get out—" but before you could lean back, wally pulled you in for a kiss, his hand cradling your cheek and the other on top of yours on the table. your eyes widened for a second, but they fluttered shut as your lips started to move with his and swallowed a sigh from him

at first, the kiss was soft and almost hesitant. like wally was giving you every chance to pull away. but you didn’t, not when his lips were so addicting. 

and god, wally could say the same about you. the kiss was better than he could ever imagine, his mouth swallowing the residue of vodka that still lingered in your mouth and made the taste of your lips more insatiable than they were

his thumb brushed gently along your cheek as his lips moved against yours, careful and warm despite the chaos of the bar surrounding you. yet the music seemed to fade into the background, and all you two could hear was the faint sounds of your own heartbeats

the warmth of his palm on top of your hand, the gentleness of the gesture, the small brush of his thumb on your knuckles, it was compltely contradicting the way your heart was hammering against your ribs

one of the boys’ eyes widened from the sight and immediately alerted the others to look in your direction. and once they did, their expressions all matched each other as they kept mouthing “no fucking way” to each other— shocked and in disbelief 

and as you predicted, one of them pulled out their phones and began to record while the other shoved his shoulder as a silent urge for him to continue recording

yet neither you nor wally noticed, too focused on the matter at hand

your hand instinctively reached for the front of his shirt, curling your fingers into the fabric as you leaned closer with a small moan. and that made wally do nothing but deepen the kiss and settle his other hand from on top of yours to your waist, keeping you steady

and for some reason, the kiss that you intended to use as revenge felt more real than ever

slowly, both of you pulled back, staring at each other while small pants left your lips. even then, his hand remained against your cheek. you saw wally’s eyes— how they were slightly blown out. and how they couldn’t stop darting to your lips for another taste “they still watching?” wally murmured, looking back up at your eyes. you blinked twice, snapping out of your awe look before looking back at his shoulder. even after you and wally pulled away, they were still recording you like they caught something crazy

you looked back at wally and gave him a small, silent nod before he responded with a whisper. “good” 

with his hand still on your cheek, he slowly dragged your bottom lip with his thumb before looking up at you with a gaze you’ve never seen in his eyes. “let them” it wasn’t until his hand left your cheek to pull your stool closer to his. and before you could react, wally’s lips immediately were back on yours. and it wasn’t in that gentle way from the previous kiss

it was more certain, more confident. like the hesitation from before had completely disappeared

wally was kissing you almost hungrily, the same hand that he used to pull your stool now sliding up to the back of your head and deepening the intense kiss even more. you couldn’t help but let out a sound, melting more into the kiss and meeting his lips with the same intensity

the music, the laughter, the clinking glasses— it all blurred into background noise. and soon, you forgot about the group of men watching you from afar. you could barely remember your ex’s face. hell, you couldn’t even remember why you were about to cry ten minutes ago

all you could think about was wally. and the fact that your best friend was kissing you like he’d been waiting for the chance to do so. because secretly, he has. for years

( dickhead )

dickhead: [ insert attachment: image of you and wally kissing ]dickhead: are u seriousdickhead: we break up and ur alr kissing other mendickhead: ur BEST FRIEND

you: ur one to talkyou: and wally is a much better kisser than you you: god u should see the way he is in bed you: made me cum more than you ever did

dickhead: ur fucking sick.

you: and ur a fucking cheater

[ YOU HAVE BLOCKED dickhead ]

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my drafts is fucking glitching i had to copy paste it from my notes FOUR TIMES i hate you tumblr

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[starl1ghtgr4yson]

oh no my lame boyfriend cheated on me too. Oh well I guess wally’ll have to kiss me

[starl1ghtgr4yson]

oh my god I just read over my old fics.. THEYRE SO BAD OH MY GOD THIS IS EMBARRASSING THEYRE SO POORLY WRITTEN

[vxleurie]

thinking about mean!dick grayson, who has had just about enough of you constantly annoying and ragebaiting him.

tags !! pure smut, rough, dubcon [not mentioned but completely consensual], annoyed sex, p in v, cumming inside, choking, mating press, mean Richard Grayson, condescending praise, slight dumbification, degradation, slight objectification? idk he calls you a toy, implied multiple orgasms

dick comes home after a particularly rough mission - not really injured, just annoyed at everything. he's had a bad day, his escrima sticks died during training, Jason got on his nerves, and he hit his funny bone on the door, and these were only a couple things that happened!

he sees you on the couch, and calls out to you. you don't respond, so he calls out again. no response. he looks at you, frowning, trying to see if you're wearing headphones until he spots the slight twitch on the corner of your lips, and that's when it hits him - you're ignoring him. usually he would play along; whining as he presses into your side or tickling you till you had to talk to him, but tonight? tonight, he's just had enough

within minutes he's got you pinned to the couch, on your back and folded in half in a mean mating press, your panties stuffed in your mouth while he's pounding into you almost as if he has a grudge, your brain going dumb. dick's got one hand around your throat and another on your hip, pulling you down roughly to meet his every thrust as he growls in your ear, saying

"if you're going to act like such a brat, then maybe it's time I put you in your place, you slut. this is what you wanted, isn't it? were you so starved of my cock that you needed to piss me off so you could get some of my attention?"

and everytime you try to refuse or refute it, he just thrusts harder into your cunt and rubs your clit roughly and coos in that sickly sweet mocking voice

"aw, cat got your tongue? I can't hear you, pretty, you're gonna have to speak up."

all while shoving your panties down your throat, and adjusting them in your mouth because

"good toys don't make noise, baby. they just take."

and you just KNOW it's going to be a long, long, hot and sweaty night. I pray for your legs tomorrow.

…yeah, head empty, mean!dick grayson

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[starl1ghtgr4yson]

okay but can he comfort me after

[cherryvvave]

˚˖ ❀ ONE HARD PROBLEM

☕️ you are mad at him and roy harper loves it. || suggestive. kinda ooc? idk. not proofread. 630 words. || ⋆˚࿔ main masterlist

The thing with Roy was that he was immensely obsessed with you.

Not in a creepy sense but in a profoundly in love way. Anything related to you made him at ease. He loved waking up next to you, falling asleep with you, having amazing, crazy sex with you… Everything, and he meant everything, you do brought a joyful feeling most of the time.

Most of the time, because the other times, it made him hard.

He couldn’t help himself. You were hot. So hot that sometimes he had to make sure you were his lover. Roy knew he was a handsome guy, but he often thought he wasn’t in your league…

You reminded him he was being ridiculous, of course. But that was not the point. You were hot and you made him hard even when you just looked in his direction, or smiled at him, or winked at him seductively, or wore a dress that you knew exactly that would fry his brains…

Or even when you shouted at him.

Roy couldn’t hear what you were even saying. Not even a word was ingrained into his brain. Nope, it was like your voice was entering one ear and immediately leaving from the other. His mind was drifting away as seconds passed and you kept yelling at him for a reason he couldn’t even remember anymore.

Did he not do the laundry again? No, he definitely did it. Did he forget to wash the dishes? Could be. Nobody liked doing it and Roy was a part of that crowd. Did he forget a special date? Nah, it wouldn’t have you this mad.

Whatever the fuck he did, he didn’t care. He was enjoying the moment. Hearing your voice crack because of how loud you were screaming made his dick twitch. The way you furrowed your brows and how you touched his arm when he didn’t react…

He was losing his mind right in front of you.

Maybe he shouldn’t have worn sweatpants that would show his erection as clear as day.

“Are you fucking listening to me, Roy?”

This time he heard you. “Huh?” He said before pulling himself together—or at least, as much as he could do it. “Of course, I do, baby. You’re right. I, uh… Sorry.”

Roy watched you huff and puff as you made your way to the couch, uninterested in a further fight. But Roy knew he was done when you sat and your eyes went wide with what you realized. Roy, guilty as ever, pushed his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants and smiled at you.

“Roy, are you kidding me?” You asked in a soft voice that Roy didn’t expect since you were mad at him. When he shrugged, you rolled your eyes. “You are unbelievable.”

“And you are hot. So fucking hot.”

You grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. Roy was aware that you were trying to stop yourself from smiling, or even worse: Laughing. He caught the pillow and threw it back to the couch you were sitting.

“I’m really sorry, baby.” He murmured. His hands were itching to touch his hard cock. “I won’t do it again.”

“You sure will but who am I to judge… I can never get mad at you.”

Roy got on his knees in front of you and hugged your legs. You rolled your eyes at him once again. “That’s not true. You get mad at me. You should get mad at me.”

“Because you like it?” He nodded, leaving a kiss on your thigh. “Well, Roy, I don’t know if you deserve it.”

His kisses were getting higher every second. “I can earn it if you let me.”

And that was how you forgot why you were mad at him.

[starl1ghtgr4yson]

yes yes yes more.

my TikTok bio is “Roy Harper’s wife” FOR A REASON PPL

[starl1ghtgr4yson]

aweee good luck with your flight lovie :)

maybe if I saw this before my flight it wouldn’t have been pure torture. Should I rant abt it guys

[starl1ghtgr4yson]

Weow my day always gets better when I found out u posted babes

YAYAYAYAYA ILY