Scftpcws - *ੈ‧₊˚ପ⊹Angel

GET TO KNOW ME!! 🌺.

Name: Angel (not my real name, but yk, privacy)

Age: 18

Pronouns: she/her

Big three: scorpio sun, capricorn moon, capricorn rising

Likes: food, my little fictional wifeys (most of them are grown ass men), sushi, sour sweets, some anime's studio ghibli films, ducks

Fandoms I write for: Bad Boys, One Piece, DC Titans, MCU, Saltburn, Ultraman, Stranger Things, ' ( things may change, but feel free to ask who I write for <3

・I am Black so if any fics seem more suited to poc or black people that is probably why.

・Im british (not proud of it but oh well)

・im super friendly and don’t bite (unless u want me to.. jkjkjkjk) so dont be afraid to message me or leave asks :))

Requests are open!!

with those tree lookin ass arms he would knock some one out. but my god would he love it

Rip Felix Catton

He would have loved the Harlem Shake.

Oliver Quick x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+ MDNI, jealous!Ollie, choking, my terrible grammar 😚

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now we all know that oliver is an obsessive lover. that much is clear. he wants to be with you hell he needs it. it feels like part of him is missing when you’re gone. he can’t stop himself from touching you the minute you walk through his dorm room door. the second you enter the threshold his hands are on you, fingers stroking your cheeks, lips on yours. he just cannot get enough.

if he could crawl inside your ribcage and live by your heart forever he’d do it in a heartbeat. having his thick cock burried deep inside you is the next best thing to him. fucking you raw and deep is intimate in way nothing else is. there’s just something so raw and personal about him being the only person who gets to see you splayed out on his bed, your hands tangled in his hair, your soft eyes looking into the icy blue of his own, all while his cock lays embedded within you.

much like felix, he doesn’t like to share what’s his. he won’t. he likes having you all to himself. and he likes being yours. this causes him to get a little (a lot) jealous when he sees you with other guys. if michael looks at you too long he makes sure to protectively place his hand on your thigh, squeezing ever so gently to let his ‘friend’ know that you’re off limits. does oliver see michael as competition? of course not! but he does know how badly michael wanted to be where he is now, his cock in your tight pussy, ravaging you like it was his birthright. of course he knew that’s how michael felt, because thats how he felt during those first few weeks of university after seeing you for the first time. he felt like a horny high schooler with a crush way out of his league (in his opinion). when you said his named for the first time he could have came in his jeans then and there, you were just so beautiful. so, so beautiful. now you were all his.

i wouldn’t put it past him to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you when you get back to the dorms. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, god he trusts you with his life. he doesn’t trust everyone else. maybe he’s a little insecure but all that goes out the window when he’s driving himself into you, his hand grasping your throat- not hard enough to bruise but firm enough to get the message across- he cock so hard and thick that it feels like he may break you.

he moves his hand up to your cheek lightly tapping to get your attention watching the way your glassy eyes focus on him and only him. good.

“who do you belong to, hmm?” he asks, his thrusts never faltering, his cock so deep inside you, you were sure you could feel it in your stomach. “you” it was barely above a whisper, tears of pure ecstasy flowing down your soft cheeks. he needed to hear it, he needed to feel it. he ceases his thrusts immediately, smiling devilishly at the whine that escapes your kiss bitten lips. “who do you belong to, sweetheart? don’t make me ask again.” his hand is back round your throat, a tighter grip this time. you can barely breathe but it brings you so close to the edge. “You! Oliver. Im yours all yours.” it comes out almost like a prayer, an act of pure devotion and love. it was true. you didn’t want or need anyone else when you had such a beautiful man to wreck you and put you back together again every time. he gives you a smile of satisfaction, it’s almost condescending, but by god does it stir your stomach.

“there’s my good girl.”

taglist 💌: @sydneyyymayyy

HE IS SOOOOO

no guillotine can take away the head im about to give this man. and excuse me, the fucking height difference im so feral

Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

it has not been… its day 6.. and its my birthday.

I hope november is kind to all of us

Had my new years poop, im gonna eat 12 grapes, imma be an academic weapon! YK WHAT! I ALREADY HAVE IT YK WHY?? COZ I AM THAT GUY! I ALREADY HAVE IT. HEAR THAT UNIVERSE IM MANIFESTING WHAT I ALREADY HAVE! THE LIFE I WANT I HAAAAVE!!!!

They're all besties your honor

“I want you. Just you.”

Andrew!peter x Fem!Reader

Peter f!cked up.. badly. Y/n hates him for what he did, but she loves him too much to give up what they have.

¡Warnings!

- nothing much, but a bit of implied smut at the end.

He sat with his knees pulled up to his chest as he stared at the blank white walls of his bedroom. He checked the time, 11:05pm. It was late. He blinked slowly, his eyes dry and tired. He just couldn’t sleep. He pulled out his phone and unlocked it. He contemplated calling her, his thumb hovered over the call button. Just as he was about to put his phone back down, her contact popped up on his screen. He smiled at the photo that came up. It was a picture of the both of them, she had given him a kiss on the cheek and peter had gone bright red. May had taken the photo, giggling at her nephew’s embarrassment.

“Y/n” he said just above a whisper. His voice was shaky with anxiety and tears welled in his eyes. “I know peter.” She responded, she sighed and frowned just a little bit. “I miss you.” he murmured, placing his phone up to his ear. y/n shook her head and held back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. She sniffled and said, “Peter. I can’t do this right now-”

“Y/n i can’t live without you. I said that I’m sorry, isn’t that enough?” he asked, raising his voice a bit. He held his tongue and took a deep breath. “I didn’t mean to yell, I just, I can’t do this alone.” His voice was shaky again. He ran an unsteady hand through his hair. It had grown a little longer and it began to curl at the ends a bit.

“You should have thought about that before you kissed Gwen.” she replied, she was tired. Tired of being second choice. First with Flash and now with Peter. She thought it’d be different this time, she swore it would be. But just as she expected, she got tossed to the side like she was worth nothing. “Y/n.”

“No peter. I cannot do this with you anymore. You made up your mind, you chose her. Now leave me alone.” She ended the call and sobbed into her pillow. “But I love you.” He admitted as the call ended. He threw his phone in anger, he had never been so mad at himself for anything in his life, except when Ben died. He swore he wouldn’t let her down, but he did. He had a good thing and he fucked it up. And now he was going to hate himself for this for the rest of his life.

Y/n cried hard. She missed him, of course she did. But she hated what he did to her. He kissed Gwen. He knew how insecure she made her feel, and he kissed her. It was always Gwen. Flash left y/n for Gwen, and Peter was doing the same. Why? What did Gwen have that she didn’t?

Peter looked out of his bedroom window, watching the stars in the sky. They twinkled like fairy lights, brightening the night sky with their innocence. He breathed a heavy sigh. He really fucked up this time. But he was more than determined to fix it. He put on his old, faded red converse and a black hoodie and opened a window. He looked down onto the city, watching how the cars sped past and the city lights twinkled like stars. “I’m coming y/n.” he whispered before letting himself fall out of the window, shooting a web onto a lamp post and swinging through the city.

Y/n laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling, her earphones blasting music into her ears. Every now and again, a tear fell from the corner of her eye; she made no effort to wipe them, she let them fall- hoping they’d eventually sweep her away like the ocean. Peter tapped on the glass of her window, he looked in and saw her laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling. His heart broke, and a tear slipped down his cheek. “Y/n.” he whispered. The guilt hit him like a bus, he almost felt like he was going to fall. He attempted to lift the window, but it stayed closed despite his efforts. She locked it.

“Y/n!” he spoke, he tried to get her attention, going as far as to throw small rocks at her window. She heard a faint tapping on her window and got up. She knew she shouldn’t, she knew he was there, but she couldn’t help herself. She had to see him again, even if it was to yell at him and tell him to leave her alone, she had to see him.

“Y/n unlock the window. Please.” he whimpered, the tears were almost uncontrollable. “What do you want Peter?” she sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes. He hopped through the window, putting his head in his hands in frustration.

“I.. I don’t-”

“Peter. If you can’t figure out what you want you need to leave. So what do you want?” she asked again, looking up at him. Their faces were so close. He looked at her lips, and back into her eyes. He swallowed hard. “I want..”

“You.”

She felt his hands on her face, his thumb stroked her cheek, and wiped away a stray tear. “I’m so sorry. I did something stupid and i hate myself for it, but i never meant to hurt you. That's not what i wanted, not now not ever. I want to be yours again. I don’t want her. I want you, just you.” By this point his face was in the crook of her neck, as he whispered these words to her. She wanted him. He’s all she needed. But he hurt her, and he hurt her badly.

“You really fucked up Peter.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“I don’t know if I can forgive you.”

“I- yeah I get it.”

“I love you. More than anything… but I need time.” he choked back a sob. He hated to hear it, but he knew he needed to, he had to listen to her and if that meant leaving her, then he would.

“I love you.” he cried into her shoulder, dampening the material of her pyjama top. They just stayed like that for a few moments, he didn’t want to leave. She was all he had, the only person who made him feel safe. With her, things were easy. He didn’t feel like breathing was a chore, living was easier, being Spider man was easier.

“I’ll wait for you.” he mumbled into her skin, kissing her exposed shoulder. He looked into her eyes, her cheeks were flushed, her cheeks stained with fresh tears.

“Before I leave, can I ask you something?” he said quietly.

“Mmhm.” she hummed, never breaking eye contact.

“Will you kiss me, just once before I go.” he chewed on his bottom lip, sniffling a little. He looked into her eyes, they sparkled innocently, he missed looking into her eyes, he could get lost in them for hours.

“Okay.”

"I love you." he said, kissing her on the lips, his kisses taste like cigarette smoke and candy. His hands planted themselves on her waist, rubbing slowly. Fuck. "Have you been smoking?." she whispered against his lips, her left hand on his cheek. He smiled sheepishly, nodding slightly.

“That’s hot.” She kissed him again. harder this time, their lips melting together. His taste was addictive, as was the way his hands went up and down her waist. he lifted her up, never breaking the kiss, his hands on her ass squeezing every now and then as he walked her to her bed, laying her down.

“One more thing.” he said against her lips. She looked dazed, her pupils dilated and her mouth open slightly. “Mmhm.”

“I think you know where this is going. Are you okay with that?” he asked, looking into her eyes for any sign of discomfort.

“I want you Peter Parker. Just you.”

“I’m here baby.”