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!!! I realized I never posted this here ;;o;;
These were taken back in March (when I was in Manila) :D
I was like – who wants to hang out at the mall or something lol
Then these super nice MM fans dropped by and gave me all these prints and gifts and food and kjahkjsa i was so surprised hhuhu so precious ;;o;; LOOK AT IT EVERYTHING IS SO GORGEOUS ((im so lame i only doodled a crack 707 in their notebook kjdshfs))

I brought all the prints and stuff with me here to NY and I’m gonna take proper photos when I’m done with my room (along with other MM stuff a few people have sent me as well! You know who you are heehe) :D Thank you so much hhh

#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 2)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 984

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A/N: Hope you guys like the update :)

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“You look exhausted,” Daisy commented as you shrugged in response, adjusting the beanie on your head before bracing the cold weather waiting outside. Leaving the building, the both of you walked along the bustling streets of Manhattan, making your way to a nearby coffee shop. “Didn’t get enough sleep last night?”

Your eyes flickering over to your friend, you nodded your head. “Yeah…I just had a lot on my mind,” you remarked casually, trying not to let the events of last night pervade your thoughts once more.

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A lil sunshine in these scary times...

So, my friends and I are sitting in a Krispy Kreme just eating our donuts, chatting, whatevs. Out of the corner of my eye I see this country ass teenage boy walking up to us. Like, a Trump-supporter-looking dude with a country accent so thick that it was almost comical. Of course, my first thought is oh shit, he’s going to say something ignorant. Ya know, given that we’re sitting here in Columbus, MS and I have a pride flag painted on my face from an event earlier in the day. He approaches me and says, “Excuse me, but is that flag painted on your face meant to represent… you know…” 

“Gay people?” at this point in this interaction I was ready to throw hands so tbh my tone was more than a little bitchy. After I say this I see him hand me a piece of paper, and think it’s probably a pamphlet for a church or something so I can be “healed.” 

Then the biggest plot twist of my life happened. The piece of paper was a huge #gaypride sticker?? He said, “I wasn’t trying to be rude or anything. I made some of these for a friend and had an extra and I thought you might like it.” So that’s the story of how I thought I was going to have to fight a hick in a donut shop but ended up with a super gay sticker.

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Peter Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1002
Rating: PG
Warnings: language
Gif By: @charlesxavieer

Peter Maximoff was not the kind of person you could easily ignore, yet, somehow, all his friends succeeded in doing so. The other day he may have said something “rude” to Jubilee. He hadn’t meant what he said; the words just tumbled out of his mouth. What he had told her was enough to get the entire team, including Hank and Charles, to ignore him. Not one of them would look in his direction and the silver-haired boy was beginning to lose his mind.

Peter found himself sulking in the library at a window seat, watching some students play basketball outside. He had his earbuds in his ears and a dejected look was seemingly glued to his face. The beautiful weather combined with the long summer vacation had left the library almost completely empty except for Peter and you.

You preferred the comfort of the library over the messiness of the outdoors. Books were your comfort area; when your mutation had originally developed, the books you read were where you could escape the judgement and teasing of kids at school. Even at Xavier’s, when you felt like an outcast, you found your safe haven to be the library.

It was odd for you to see another person in the library during the summer unless the day was rainy, but with Ororo around, those days had become scarce. You decided that the silver haired boy at the window was here for some alone time; you weren’t quite sure why considering that every time you had seen him, he was surrounded by a group of friends. It was best, you decided, to leave him alone unless he began to cry or do something to attract your attention.

Every few minutes, Peter would reach his hand down to the Walkman attached to his jeans and turn up the sound of his music. The sound had gotten increasingly louder and had started to get on your nerves. If you were to read, it needed to be in silence. That was the only way you could relax. Loud noises, or more specifically, loud music, bothered you to the point where you could no longer focus. You repeatedly glared in his direction, but his music continued, and so did your increasing anger. Suddenly, you snapped your book closed, threw it on the table, and stalked over to Peter.

“Excuse me!” You shouted, waving your hand in front of his face. Peter snapped out of his trance and pulled out his earbuds. He turned to face you, surprised that there had been another person in the library.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but your music? It’s driving me insane. So could you please, please, either turn it off or turn it down?” Peter’s mouth opens and closes, attempting to respond; instead he grabs at his Walkman, shutting the music off.

“Sorry, I just- wasn’t expecting anyone else in here and- just a bad day and- y’know not your problem, my fault- m’sorry.” Peter’s mumbling combined with the speed of his words made it nearly impossible for you to understand his words.

“Slow down there. It’s fine, really. Is everything ok? I was a bit concerned seeing someone other than me in here on a sunny day. Can I sit?” You pointed your finger to where Peter had his feet propped on the chair. He nodded and quickly swung his feet down so you could sit down.

“Talk. I’ve been told I’m a good listener; you seem like you need it.” You told him. Peter sighed, thinking of a good way to put his thoughts into words. He wasn’t proud of what he said and telling someone who he had just met about the stupid shit he said wasn’t exactly a perfect idea; especially when this someone was cute.

“So, my friends, you probably know them, they’re all pissed at me. I said something stupid; not shocking considering I’m me. Anyways, I may have told my friend Jubilee, when I was mad, that her mutation was useless.” He winced as the last word left his mouth.

“Wow. That’s- wow. Well, you apologized, right? That would help.” You suggested.

“Yeah, that sounds like it would help, but it didn’t. Everyone’s pissed at me; Charles won’t even talk to me. I understand why everyone is angry at me, but I don’t understand why they don’t give me a chance to make it up. I was an asshole, yeah, I’ll be the first to admit that. I just need my friends to talk to me so I can tell them how sorry I am. I was just mad and that shouldn’t be a good reason, I know. I’m just really upset.” Peter explained.

“That’s a valid reason to be upset. You were a dick, definitely, but what they’re doing isn’t okay either. Shutting you out? What is that supposed to do? It’s not going to make anything better. What I think you need to do is go up to Jubilee and ask her if you two can talk things out, alone. If she forgives you, there’s absolutely no reason for anyone else to still be angry with you.” You told him. Peter’s gaze had returned to the window, thinking through what you said. You placed your hand lightly on his in order to get his attention. His head turned back to meet yours and he gave you a light smile.

“It’ll get better. You will get your friends back; trust me. And, hey, if it doesn’t work, come find me in the library. My name’s (y/n) and I’m pretty much always here.” You stood up from the seat and made your way back to your book.

“Hey, uh, (y/n)?” Peter called. You turned back to him with an expectant look on your face.

“Just, well, thanks. Really.” The two of you shared a smile before Peter watched you leave the library. Maybe things between his friends weren’t perfect at the moment, but, thanks to you, he had hope that it would.

Drogo x Female Reader

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Imagine owning a small bakery which is overrun by the Mafia resulting in the leader, Drogo, becoming infatuated with you.

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Khal Drogo x Reader Modern au? Like he’s a UFC fighter or a mafia leader and reader is our fem Cinnabon bakery owner or student.

♡ ♡ ♡ Warning: MODERN AU ♡ ♡ ♡

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Famous In Love || Part 2

Summary: Tom and reader have been together for a years, but he breaks it off because his career is starting to develop more, unbeknownst that the reader is pregnant with his child.

Warnings: Heart Broken, sad, fluff, missing someone?

Word Count: 2,593

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Hope you like it

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You didn’t think you’d become a parent at such an age. You thought you were going to end up as one of those school drop-outs. But your mother made sure to never let that happen to you. She always told you school was your number one priority…kind of hard to focus on school when your caring for a 3 year old. Although your mother always had the right things to say when it came to situations like these. “You’re not dropping out of school. Take your college classes online if you have to! But your are not going to quit on having a great career” She’d remind you over and over again until it was fully embedded in your brain. 

She helped out in more ways than one. Your mother was basically raising two children. You and your little girl. You couldn’t thank her enough.

“Shhh shh shh shh” You coed, rocking Alinine in your arms. She started crying because you somehow ended up misplacing her blanket. So all you could do was hold her in comfort, while also trying to finish an assignment on your laptop.

“Mom any luck?” You whined over your shoulder.

“Found it!” As if two simple little words couldn’t make you relieved.

“Here you go sweetie” Your mom said caressing Alinine’s hair back.

Once the blanket was back in her embrace she stopped crying. She cuddled up against you mostly falling asleep. All the crying had worn her out. Your daughter could not live without her precious soft blankie. And if there was no blankie, there would be no way to control her. It was her stubbornness that always made it difficult for her to listen to you. Wonder where she gets it from…You thought.

Your mother noticed that she was out like a light. “I’ll go put her in her bed” Your mother told you as she scooped her up in her arms taking her away.

You let out a sigh and ran your hands over your face and hair. You wondered how you haven’t given up yet. Sure your daughter took a toll on sometimes, but you now couldn’t imagine your life without her. She kept you grounded when you thought you couldn’t do this. It was hard enough that your friends considered you a whore. Now all you had was your mother and daughter to turn to. They were your light when you were in a place of pure darkness.

“You okay honey. You look a bit out of it” You mother sat down next to you on the couch.

“M’okay” You gave her a slight smile.

“You shouldn’t stress yourself” She gently held your hand in yours. Her thumb gently rubbing circles on the top of your hand.

“I know. I j-just I don’t know how I’m going to do it all”.

“Hey we got this, okay? We just have to do it one step at a time” She pushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Besides if you are stressed, it’s okay to go have some time for yourself. Go on date! You know you’re able to do that right?” 

“Oh, I’m well aware” You nodded.

“Then go have a night to yourself” You mom encouraged.

“Tomorrow I have to finish my essay” You motioned towards the laptop sitting on your lap.

“Okay but don’t stress yourself out, and go to bed early” She kissed your head and walked back upstairs to her bedroom. You nodded and prepared yourself for the longest night of your life.


The next day you signed up for one of those online dating websites. You set of a profile with a decent picture of yourself. You gave a description about yourself saying what you loved to do and some interest you had. Although the only thing you didn’t mention was that you were a single mother with a daughter. You first had to see how your date(s) turned out. Then you’d spill the big surprise on them.

“How do I look mom” You looked at her through your mirror smooth out the creases in your dress.

“I think you look hot!” She beamed making you laugh.

“I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt this great”.

“Well you look great honey”.

“Thanks mom” You turned around and gave her a tight hug.

Just as you hugged her you heard the doorbell go off. “Oh he’s here I better go” You said grabbing your purse and coat, and descended down the stairs. Before you could open the door Alinine approached you.

“Mama” She rubbed her eyes. 

“I’ll be home soon I promise” You told her.

You picked her up giving her a kiss before passing her over to your mom.

“Okay I should go now, bye sweetie” You kissed her one more time.

You opened the door to reveal your date all dressed up with a smile plastered on his face. “You must be Ryan nice to meet you” You held out your hand to shake his.

“The pleasures all mine, nice to finally meet you Y/N” He kissed the top of your hand.

“Like wise” You smiled.

“Shall we then”

“We shall” He offered you his arm and walked you to in black new BMW.

“Nice car” You offered a small smile.

“You like. I just got brand new rims on this bad boy!” He patted the roof of his car. He unwrapped your arm and opened the door for you.

“My lady” He smiled.

“Thank you” You smiled.

He closed your door and got in on his side. He started the car up and drove off to the restaurant. You made small talk on the way there. 

Once you finally arrived he got out but quickly went over to open your door again. Quite the gentlemen in your opinion. He offered you his hand and helped you out. You both walked to the main entrance where a man in a tie and vest greeted you with a clipboard and a pen.

“Good evening how may I help you two?” The man greeted.

“Reservations for two. It’s under the name Carter”. 

“Ah yes Mr. Carter right this way” He motioned for you two to follow him with to menus in his hand.

“Here you are” He presented you your table that seemed to have a great view of outside. Ryan pulled out your chair and you gladly sat down. He took his seat across from you. 

“Can I start you off with some drinks?” The waiter that walked up to your table asked.

“I’ll take a beer”.

“I’ll have red wine please” You smiled at the waiter.

“Coming right up” They walked away leaving you and Ryan alone.

“So tell me about yourself Mr. Carter” You teased with a smile plastered on your face, which made him let out a chuckle.

“Um I’m an engineer. I’m almost done getting my degree in teaching. Um…I’m really glad you agreed to meet up with me” He smiled at you.

“I’m glad too” You beamed.

“So what about you? What do you do?” He leaned forward in his sit.

“I’m in my second year at college, I want to become a (career) when I’m older. I just feel as though I can really make a difference you know”.

“Oh I totally know what you mean”.

“Okay now lets get a little more personal” He spoke softly.

“Okay?” You giggled.

“Favorite color?” He asked with a serious face.

“Um Y/F/C, yours?”.

“Mines green”.

“Favorite movie?” You asked.

“Ooh that’s a tough one, but I’ll have to go with the Longest Yard” (It’s an Adam Sandlers movie by the way). 

“I’d have to say my favorite is Y/F/M”.

“Favorite hobby?” He asked next.

“Um Y/F/H”

“Mine would be fixing up cars”.

“That’s sounds cool” You gave a small smile.

“Oh it is!” Ryan beamed. 

He then spent twenty minutes talking about his precious cars and how much work some would need to look good as new. If you were being honest you were bored out of your mind. Ryan seemed decent but it was obvious what his intentions were in the near future.

“So have you ever thought about having children?” You cut off his rather annoying rant about his stupid Mercedes.

“Oh…um honestly its never really crossed my mind. I think kids are great, but I don’t plan on having any kids until i’m at least 40. Kids would be an absolute distraction right now”. That’s all you needed to hear.

“Why do you ask?” He gazed at you curiously.

“Umm…I just wanted to know how you felt about kids. Ya know getting to know you more ha…and now that I do I think I should mention that I have a daughter who’s one” You whispered that last bit.

“Y-you have a daughter?” He repeated.

“Yes. She’s so wonderful and beautiful” You beamed happily.

“What’s her name?” He asked.

“Her name is Alinine Primlet” You smiled.

“She sounds like a great kid” He clasped his hands together.

“She is…” You muttered.

“Um would you excuse me for minute I need to use the restroom” He told you.

“Um sure” You nodded.

He fully stood up walking in the direction of the bathroom. You sat there patiently drinking your wine. So many things were running in your head. Was it the best idea to mention your daughter? Does he want to go on a second date? Was this a great idea after all…

You picked at your food. Fifteen minutes had passed and he still hadn’t returned. You thought of the worst possible scenario but didn’t want to think it was true. That is until a waitress walked up to you with a pitiful smile on her face confirming your thought.

“Excuse me miss?”

“Yes?” You eyed her curiously.

“A man wanted me to tell you that he payed for the meal and that it was a pleasure meeting you” She gave you a sad smile.

“He ditched me…” You mumbled to yourself.

“I’m sorry miss would you care for an appetizer to take home, its on the house” She kindly offered.

“Um…I think I’m good. Thank you though” You smiled gently at her. You stood up grabbing your coat and purse. You left feeling miserable. How did you not see this happening? You were too caught trying to find love in your life again that you missed out the part were the guy could be a total asshole. He didn’t even bother offering you a ride. You started your walk home. As if it couldn’t get any worse, your heel broke. You had to retreat back home barefoot. It felt like an eternity, but once you were face to face with your front door you let everything out. 

You crumbled to the floor sobbing your eyes out. This was not how you imagined your night would turn out. You were sobbing so loud you didn’t hear the door open up behind you. Your mother noticed your state and helped you off the floor into your home. 

“Oh honey. What happened?” She caressed your hairs back.

“H-he.. left… m-me!” You cried out.

“How dare he! No one hurts my baby” She hugged you tightly.

“Don’t you worry about it Y/n. There is going to be other guys, not all of them are the same, okay” She stared into your Y/E/C.

“O-okay” You sniffled.


You waited over a year to try again. Alinine now being two and saying much more words. She surprised you in many different ways possible. She was walking much more than she did last time. Every time you looked at her, you just wished you could give her the world because that’s how much she was worth it. She deserved a wonderful childhood and an amazing father figure. The one thing she lacked of.

You entered the house sighing.

“How was it!” Your mom beamed.

You shook your head no.

“Oh no what’d he do?” She asked.

“Well this one wasn’t as worse than that Ryan guy, this one at least had the guts to tell me he didn’t want a second date. I don’t know what happened!? The date was going great. Then he brought up family. I told him about Alinine, then he straight up told me, “This isn’t going to work out, I can’t date someone who’s already been knocked up. Then he drove me home” You stared at your mom with an emotionless expression.

“What a jerk! Then again he didn’t make you walk” She exclaimed.

“Tell me about it” You plopped down next to her on the couch.

“Hey look on the bright side there’s plenty of fish in the sea” She reassured your sadness.

“Yeah…” You nodded.

“Where’s Alinine?” You looked around the house.

“She’s someone around here” Your mom informed you

You got up and searched for your little troublemaker. You searched all the bedrooms which were empty.

“Ali!” You called out to her.

“Mommy” She came running down the stairs holding something in her hands.

“Oh look at you! Hi baby what you got there” You took what appeared to be a picture out of her tiny hands.

“Dada” She spoke surprising you. You looked stunned at her words. She was a smart little girl which still amazed you to this day. So it didn’t surprise you when she’d start asking for her daddy.

“Yes baby…that’s dada” You whispered leaning your head on hers as it rest on your shoulders. You stared down at the picture of you and Tom. You two were on a date and one of your friends just happened to have a camera and snapped the picture.


Another year passed and here you were, now twenty years old and Alinine three soon to be four. You were on yet another date. You thought for sure that this guy was the one, but he proved you wrong once again.

“So that was a disappointment” You closed the door behind you walking into the living room.

“That’s was definitely the worst first date mom!” You motioned your arms in a no manner.

“You said that about the last guys” She pointed out.

“I can’t do this anymore! I’ve tried and I’ve tried mom. What’s wrong with me!” You sobbed out.

“Y/N L/N nothing is wrong with you! If those jerks can’t see how great you are then they’re not worth your time or your tears. I know you wanted to get out there and meet new people, but you are doing just fine without a guy honey” She rubbed your back in a soothing manner. You breathed in and out trying to compose yourself.

“Thanks mom you always know the right things to say”.

“That’s because I know how to cheer up my girls” She smiled down at you.

Just then Ali walked up to you guys asking for you to play her favorite movie Moana knowing how many types you’ve watched it. You practically knew it by heart now. And no matter how many times you got annoyed re-watching it over and over again. It was a sacrifice you were willng to make to see that precious smile of hers.

“One Moana movie coming right up! You beamed pulling her into your lap.

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My Virgin Sacrifice


Pairing: Lucifer X Reader
Warnings: Smut, DaddyK!nk, bossy!Lucifer, blood, bad language.
Summary: Y/n is witch who is being sacrificed to Lucifer. In a twisted chain of events there is a wicked witch, a good witch, and a handsome devil. 
Author’s Note: Hi everyone! My drabble Sinful for Lucifer took off so well these last few days, and since I can’t get the Devil out of my head, I decided to give you guys a whole story. I am not sure if it any good, but let me know. I hope you like it. As always, please see my page for more of my work, and look for the master-list which should be out very soon!
Word count of story: Approximately 2500 words


    Your grandmother was a witch, just as your mother was. You had grown up with a love for witchcraft sprouting from their teachings at a very early age. Of course, your family and home coven stayed far away from anything too sinister and dastardly for obvious reasons. Curses, hexes, and demons tended to backfire, or at least end very badly for the witch. Especially when hunters got involved.
    As you grew older you grew fonder of the idea of traveling, absorbing all the knowledge and wisdom you could across the lands. And with a lifted heart and demeanor, you did. Seeing everything you could-learning all you could-of evil and good. But even you could tell that the world was shifting. Demons became more and more frequent, hauntings became more and more deadly, and good witches became few. Even the hunters began to fizzle out one by one. By the time your grandmother left this earth and your mother took control of the coven, rumors had begun to spread about the rise of the true king.
The true one to rule hell and all those that belong to hell. The archangel that had started and would restart the war between Heaven and Hell.
                                   

                                                  Lucifer.

Growing worried for your mother and the good of your coven you returned home, only to find your coven in a state of power-hungry, evil infused paranoia under the charge of a lady who called herself Sirena. Sirena was a force you had never met before. She was cunning and vindictive, and seemingly all knowing. Sirena was quick to punish those she doubted and the returning daughter of the head witch she had overthrown was just that. An opponent to test her power and dedication to her King Lucifer.

     She had attacked you before you had time to even register what had happened.  And after you lay bruised and battered on the ground, she commanded those who used to be your trusted friends to help her bind you.

“Y/n, it’ll all be fine. Lucifer will be every so gracious of your sacrifice. Why, he might even be as gracious as to grant our coven everlasting favor in the courts of Hell! Think of the good you’ll be doing here!” Sirena preached to you as she pulled the ropes tighter to your skin.

“I didn’t sign up for this, Sirena. You know that! You have taken a peaceful coven, and turned all these women vengeful,” You say as you struggle against the bonds that hold your hands and feet.

“Oh sweetheart, that was what your mother thought too, but you’ll see. Everyone will see. I’ve finally perfected the perfect spell, and it’s sure to reach our King’s ears this time,” she said with a wicked laugh. She back away from you to pick up a long-curved dagger from the table nearby. “Just think about it,” she started with another awful cackle, turning back towards you as she played with the knife, “you’re the perfect sacrifice! I mean before I killed your mother, I had heard about her talk about you to the others. You’re still pure-in more ways than one.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you cried, swinging your gaze to your once friends who stood facing you on the far wall, pleading with your eyes for them to save you.

 “Oh Y/n, that won’t work. They are no longer easily persuaded. Now, back to the matters at hand. You know exactly what I mean when I say ‘pure’. You’re still pure of heart, in fact you almost have a childlike sense of wonder,” Sirena pressed the dagger under your chin, forcing your head up and your eyes to hers. “You also have never been-bedded, to put nicely. So innocently pure. A virgin sacrifice for the King. How classically polite.”

   Your eyebrow raised automatically. The bitterness of the situation finding you now, “You polite or nice? I’ve known you five minutes and I’m tied to a chair being sacrificed because I’ve never been ‘bedded’.”

  Sirena’s smile twitched and you watched as her eyes glazed over for a split second before her hand moved. In that second, she moved and you felt the cold sting of the blade across your cheek. When she pulled back again, the dagger was lined with blood, and Sirena? She was looking quite proud of herself.
       “Fine, fucked. You’re just as picky as your mother was. I was trying not to offend your delicate ears, but now I don’t care. With this offering of your blood, Lucifer will practically praise me. That is of course after he rapes and devours you,” Sirena cackled.

She began reciting a spell you in a language not even you had ever heard, but you couldn’t really pay attention to any of that. Your face and your body hurt. Your mother was dead, and your coven betrayed your family. Your life was officially sucking right now, and you could give a damn less what else was happening around you.
A bright light in the room caught your attention, if not for the simple fact it practically blinded you. Sirena began laughing again, spinning and clapping, searching the room with her eyes. She turned to you when the light completely faded with a scowl.


  “It didn’t work!” she raged. “How could have not worked? You slut! You must have fucked someone, or else it wouldn’t have worked. You filthy whore liar! I’ll-“


“Now, now, let’s not be quick to kill anyone, especially my sacrifice,” a cold male voice said filling the room.


       “My King!” Sirena said dropping to her knees. “I apologize for disturbing you, but I thought this sacrifice would prove my willingness to serve.”


  “No, it doesn’t,” Lucifer says stepping into the dimly lit room.

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When your eyes found his, you almost gasped. He was gorgeous. He was blonde headed and freckled, lean but built, and he had a very arrogant bad boy nature. He regarded you in a calm, distant expression, but it didn’t seem to be one of hate. His eyes seemed to glow back at yours for a second more before he shifted his attention back to Sirena, his look darkening.


“I am trying to plan and carry out the Apocalypse-or did you forget that?” he asked Sirena pacing closer to where she was standing near you.


“I apologize King, I thought she would please you.”


“She looks-quite tasty, but that is not the point. Disturbing me is very rude, when you could have come to me like every other damn demon has with their signs of loyalty. Instead you summon me? Do you have any idea what I was in the middle of?”


“I am truly sorry, it won’t happen-” Sirena began, but Lucifer swiftly cut her off with a hand to her throat. 


The glow of his eyes seemed to brighten and he hauled her into the air with one hand. “Oh,” he said coldly, “I know it won’t.”

Just then Sirena emitted a beam of light from every orifice of her body. Lucifer pretty much burning her from inside out, and casting her lifeless body aside. He turns to you with a raised brow and relaxed look.

  “I loathe power hungry twats who disturb others, don’t you, love?” he asks almost nicely.

You blink back at him for a second before replying, “L-love?”

Lucifer doesn’t answer your question. Instead he comes closer to you expecting your bruises and cut up face. He runs his hands across your bonds, and you feel them dissipate. “No running, pet. Daddy has to heal you and take you home,” he says almost absentmindedly placing his hands on your face.

“Excuse me, what?”  You ask just as the warm feeling over takes you. It spreads through your body, making it hum and shiver, and you shift just slightly in your seat. Lucifer’s eyes connect with yours again and it’s as if he’s warning you to stay still with just his gaze.

The feeling intensifies as it spreads, and soon your body is on high alert, but tired at the same time. You feel your eyes begin to shut of their own accord. Right before the blackness of unconsciousness takes you, you hear Lucifer’s voice once more.

    “Now, let’s get you home.”

Originally posted by lucifersagents

   You awoke atop of a king size, black satin covered bed in a dark room. You no longer hurt, but you didn’t know where you were. You weren’t even sure if what you thought had happened had really happened. That would be ridiculous, right?

“It might be for an average human, but not you,” a cold voice that you were becoming all too familiar with said. Glancing up to find Lucifer starring down on you, you almost screamed, but he had already raised a hand to silence you. “I will not hurt you, Y/n. I promise. I even healed your wounds for you, pet.”


“Oh, just stop it with the ‘pet’ stuff already. We both know the only reason you are interested in me is because of that stupid ritual and the fact I am a virgin. I am not yours,” You spat out before you could think to stop yourself.


You watched Lucifer’s eyes darken menace and almost gulped in fear. “I assure you, that isn’t true. In fact, you are mine and I will prove it,” he said darkly.


“You just said you wouldn’t hurt me!” You accuse him quickly.


“And I won’t, but let me show you why you should belong to me.”


You mauled it over for a second. It would if nothing else prevent something like this from happening again, and after his virgin sacrifice infatuation wore off that was the only risk here. He did promise not to hurt you. You looked back at him and nodded. “Okay.”


You were pushed back against the black satin sheets, your arms falling to rest by your head. Your legs spread of their own accord, unable to hide the sudden arousal caused from the angel above you. 


 Lucifer hovered above you, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You moaned into his mouth as his teeth tugged on your lower lip. One hand snaked up to tangle in your hair, using it to roughly pull your head back so he could access your neck. You gasped and closed your eyes as his teeth grazed your skin and found a soft spot you never knew existed.

Originally posted by tess453


Obliviously, Lucifer had done this before. You had not. Starting to feel a bit insecure, you brought your hands up to push back against him, but he wouldn’t budge.


“Lucifer,” you gasp, trying again. “I’m not good enough for this I barely know how to kiss.”


“Don’t even think about it like that, pet,” He ordered silkily as his jean clad hips ground against yours, his manhood already hardening. 


You wrapped your legs around his waist, almost automatically, with a desperate gasp for more affection, or attention, or really anything you could get. One of his hands cupped a breast, squeezing and kneading, while his lips found the curve of the other. He sucked your skin into his mouth, his tongue leaving a cold fire across your skin. You tightened your legs around his waist, feeling a sudden wetness pooling between your legs. And in response, Lucifer ripped the shirt from your body.


He chuckled at your attentive responses, grinding his hips against yours. His hand slid from your breast down your side, his fingers a seductive dance on your skin. 


“So responsive for me, pet,” he murmured, kissing his way back up to your neck. He sucked on your neck and as his fingers slid into the waistband of your jeans and ripped those off as well causing you to moan. “That’s my girl,” he grunted, biting your neck. He pulled back and smiled proudly at the dark hickey he’d left on your skin, marking you as his woman for all eternity.


He worked his hand down to your wet heat slowly, and thrust a finger into you, his slow pace never faltering as you wiggled and bucked against him. His hips helped to keep yours steady while he worked you with his hand, his other hand tugging at your hair and his lips alternating between decorating your neck and devouring your now naked breasts.


  You felt a foreign knot building in your belly, but before it could burst, Lucifer removed his finger. You whimpered shamelessly at the loss of contact and he chuckled darkly. He hovered above you, angling his hips so that his manhood rubbed against your entrance, and you noticed you had completely missed how he had gotten his jeans off.  Finding yourself not caring, however you tried your best to hint to him that you needed him with your body.


He growled back at you when he noticed your slight shimmies for his attention and sprung on you like a wild tiger. His lips attacked your skin, as he rubbed his manhood through your wetness. The contact rubbed against your clit, causing your hips to jerk upwards.


“That’s right, kitten. Let Daddy take care of you,” he instructed, sitting back and using his hands on your hips to help position you. You complied, finding little shame anymore in Lucifer’s arms.


Lucifer positioned himself above you, his hands on your hips as he thrust into your sex slowly. You moaned at feeling him inside you, and although slightly strange-there was no pain. Your legs began spreading more to entice him further. He understood, pushing in as far as he could. His hands gripped your hips bruisingly as he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. Working you over very well for your first time. You moaned loudly and your hands gripped the pillow, all of your senses gone. All you could focus on was Lucifer pounding into you like he owned you. This archangel making you his prize.

Originally posted by palehand


  He leaned over you, one hand tangling in your hair and tugging your head forward. You mewled and turned your head to meet his lips in a possessive kiss. He sucked your tongue into his mouth as he continued his thrusts. While you were lost in his kiss, the hand on your hip slid forward between your folds to rub mercilessly at your clit, earning a string of loud whorish moans from your lips which he eagerly swallowed. 


The knot in your belly exploded, your orgasm gushing. He kept his pace causing you to drag your nails down his toned chest. His hands gripped your hips so he could thrust his hips into yours, his pelvis striking your clit with each thrust, sending your orgasm skyrocketing upwards yet again.


Your name fell from his lips like a moaned prayer, the sound making you moan in return. “Please…” You stammered, wrapping your arms around him. “I-I… I can’t…”


“Not yet.” He ordered and you struggled to take a ragged breath, in a failed attempt to get a hold of yourself. “You are absolutely delicious, pet,” He informed you. “So responsive, so willing.”


“Please….” You whispered. “Just… please.”


“I’m sorry, what was that? Who are you talking to, Little Girl?” He asked innocently.


“Lucifer, please I need you…” You pleaded, grinding your hips up as best as you could. He grunted, but still did not relent. 


“No, pet. What is my name?” He demanded once more, slowing his pace almost completely.


You groaned out, frustrated, but completely turned on. “Daddy, please!”
“Much better, pet.” He growled and without pause, he was buried up to the hilt inside of you once more. You couldn’t help the shriek that was pulled from your lips as he began to brutally slam into you. His lips once again lock onto your chest, sucking. You barely notice as your hands wrap around his back nails digging into skin. “Moan for me, Little Girl.” He grunts, hitting that spot deep inside you.

Originally posted by sensuous

“Daddy!” You manage to choke out as he hits that spot with every thrust.


“I can’t hear you.” He punctuates each word with a snap of his hips.


“Daddy!” You scream as the knot that was building once more explodes, cause your whole body to jerk. Lucifer’s own orgasm followed yours, and as he cried out with you, he held you close as he worked you both through it, slowly. When you both had finally calmed down, he withdrew and looked at you. His next words shocking your ecstasy ridden body.


“If you think you are leaving me, Y/n, you are wrong. You are mine. Forever. My virgin sacrifice.”


Originally posted by sparkling-lucifer

You're Mine

Paring: Seth Rollins X Reader
Rating: Smut, Explicit
Length: 3k+
Includes: Smut, lots of angst, and fluff

Summary: You and Seth still aren’t an official couple after three years. You hatch a plan in anger and spite to make him realize how much he cares about you. It doesn’t go as planned. Angst and smut and a little fluff.

“Why do I even bother?!” You shouted at Seth as he rolled his eyes. You were in the living room of his new house, but this was an old fight.

“Look, I told you,” he sounded angry even though he had no right. “I don’t like titles. We’re dating. I don’t have to be your boyfriend.”

“It’s been three years! You don’t want a title. You don’t want me to move in. You just want me around. It’s not cool!” You were at your wits end with this conversation. You had talked to his friends, and they were as confused as you.

Roman was the most helpful. He told you Seth talked about you a lot. Seth would say “You’ll never guess what y/n did. It was so awesome-” and “Y/n loves those things.” Stuff like that. You did the same thing too, but less and less lately because of this situation he put you in.

The two of you weren’t getting any younger, and you wanted to settle down with him. He was the man you loved, but you were starting to think he wasn’t your future.

“I just don’t want labels. I’ve told you that for like, years,” he said, getting up from the couch, adjusting his basketball shorts and hoodie. “I’m going to hit the gym.” He grumbled as he walked past you.

“I guess I’m going home then,” you said, snatching up your things furiously. “Just tell me one thing,” you turned to him as he put his hair up and picked up his gym bag.

“What?” He asked, clearly irritated and not wanting to actually listen to you. His tone stoked your ire and you decided to change your question.

“Do you mind if I date other people?” You asked, shrugging a bit, keeping your face blank.

“Excuse me?” He asked, looking aghast. You gleaned a bit of satisfaction from his horrified face.

“Well, I’m not your girlfriend, so…? I can date other people, yeah?” You shrugged again.

He glared at you, and you could see his brain working behind his eyes. He didn’t like what you were suggesting, and he was trying to find a way to say ‘no’ without giving ground on his position.

“Sure,” he finally said after a very long pause. “I personally won’t, but sure, go crazy.” He said with a condescending tone. He was trying to guilt you out of the idea by volunteering that he wouldn’t see other people, but at this point… /Fuck him/.
***
“Hey, y/n! What’s up?” Cesaro’s voice over the phone was just as pleasant as you remembered. “Did Seth lose his phone again? He’s right here somewhere.”

“No,” you laughed. “I wanted to call you specifically,” you admitted.

“Okay,” he said, waiting.

You had planned to just ask him out, but he was too close with Seth. He would say no. You quickly thought of something he’d say yes to.

“Seth is giving me the same argument against labels again,” you sighed.

“The 'Oh, I don’t like labels. I just want to be me. Blah blah blah,’ thing. I’ve heard it.” Cesaro said, sounding as incredulous as everyone else that heard Seth give the excuse.

“Yeah, but this time, I got pretty hot and I kind of said I’d start dating other people,” you winced, realizing how that would sound to one of Seth’s closest friends.

Cesaro sighed. “I don’t blame you.”

“Yeah, so here’s what I want to do, and why I called,” you said, getting down to business. “I would like you to take me on a date. Like, pretty publicly. If that’s okay?” You said, biting the tip of your thumb.

He surprised you by laughing. “Oh boy, that’s evil y/n. Yeah, I’ll do it.”

“Really?” You asked, bouncing in your seat.

“Yeah, lets fuck this tomato,” he said, making you quirk your face in question. What kind of idiom was that? Swiss? You took it for the agreement it was.

“Okay. Bye.” You said, laughing.

“I’ll text you.” He said before hanging up.
***
You were sitting on your couch watching TV when you heard a furious knock on your door. It was late. About midnight. And you wondered who in the hell it was.

Opening the door cautiously, you peeked out. It was Seth.

You didn’t know he would be back so soon. He usually texted you when he was getting on the airplane or making the drive back home.

“What’s up?” You said, pulling the door open all the way. He rushed inside and you closed the door behind him. He didn’t say a word. He looked rattled. His hair was a mess and he smelled like the cold air outside. It was like he had stopped whatever he was doing and just rushed here.

“Seth,” you started to say, but he just held up a finger. That’s when you noticed his hand was shaking. You looked up to his eyes and saw they were black with fury.

You had seen Seth angry before, but you hadn’t ever seen him livid. You were guessing that’s what this was. You were guessing he saw the photos. The photos from your date with Cesaro.

“You said you would date other people. Not my best fucking friend,” his voice shook as he spoke. You were quiet for a long time. The TV the only sound in the room.

“I’m just-” you tried.

“No. You don’t talk til I say,” he told you. His voice was hot with rage. You felt yourself shrink in. You thought this little stunt would remind Seth how much he liked you. Needed you. Maybe loved you. But maybe it was the thing that would finally tear you two apart.

“Did you ask him, or did he ask you?” He asked, staring you down.

“I asked him,” you said quietly, beginning to shake yourself.

“And he said yes? Just like that?” He was silently waiting for your answer, but his lips were parted with heavy breath.

“Well, I- He-” you tried to figure out what to say.

“Never mind. I just want to know one thing,” he said. “Just tell me…” Seth’s voice broke just a little. “Did you fuck him?”

You shook your head. You hadn’t.

“Did you want to?” His eyes were like open windows to his soul. You could see it howling in pain, and it was about to get worse.

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Yes?!” He asked in disbelief.

“I want to sleep with a lot of guys, Seth, but I don’t.” You told him simply. “Cause there’s only one guy for me.”

He looked angry again. How did he still not understand this?

“Then why date other people?! Why put me through this?!” He shouted, looking more distressed than you’d ever seen him. Even when his knee tore in half and he vacated his title, he was more together than this.

“Because I need a commitment!” You shouted back. “I need to know that at the end of the day you’ll be there for me!”

“I’m here for you!” He argued.

“As a friend? As a fuck buddy? As what?!” You fired back, becoming quite livid yourself. If this was the last fight, if this was the last time you talked, you wanted to make yourself clear. “Come on! Tell me what I am to you!”

He stared at you. He was silent.

“Really?” You said, feeling a knife through your heart. “Nothing?”

“Y/n,” he said, reaching for you. His anger seemed to have slipped away, but that didn’t matter now. You were too flustered. Too mad. Too frustrated.

You slapped his hand away, shocking him. You shocked yourself too, but you didn’t let it show. Not now.

“Get out,” you hissed. You couldn’t look at him anymore. You couldn’t be around him. It hurt too much.

“When I saw the pictures… When I saw you with him,” he started.

“I don’t care anymore. Leave,” you said, feeling tears roll down your cheeks. You didn’t even know you were crying until then.

“Let me just-” he tried, but you couldn’t listen.

“No. I want you out,” you said, realizing he wasn’t going to leave. He had rooted himself like a tree. You had to do something drastic. You had to topple him to get him the fuck away from you. “I already wasted three years of my life with you. How much more of my time do you want to waste?”

He recoiled at that, and it broke your heart to see him in pain. But he couldn’t give you what you needed, so he wouldn’t give you anything anymore.

“I’m- I- Please,” he stuttered. He looked shattered, but you had no idea why, or what it meant. He either couldn’t or wouldn’t tell you what you meant to him.

You went to the door and opened it.

“Goodbye, Seth,” you said, looking down at the floor. You could still feel the fury coursing through your veins, but the anguish was starting to overwhelm it. You needed him gone before you could collapse to the floor.

He walked over to you, and gently put his hand over yours, closing the door for you.

“You’re mine,” he said quietly. His hand was still on yours. You stared at where your hands met. “And I’m yours.” His eyes were pained, but soft as you looked up.

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t know what to say.

“That’s all I’ve got,” he confessed.

“What does that mean?” You asked, feeling so unsure. Like the ground would drop away from your feet at any moment.

“You’re mine,” he shrugged sadly. Probably thinking that wasn’t enough, he kept talking. “You’re my best friend. You’re my favorite person. You’re the person I lean on. You’re… mine.” He said. “And I’m all that stuff for you, right?”

You sniffed and nodded.

“Then I’m yours.”

“Okay,” you said, looking at him in question. A silent 'what else?’

He reached out and pulled you to his chest. He did that thing you loved. Sometimes after a long or particularly rough road trip; he pulled you in, held you tight, rested his chin to your forehead, took a long inhale of your hair, sighed deeply, and kissed the top of your head. He loved you. Seth might not have known it, but you did. You wouldn’t say anything now. You weren’t about to tell him how he felt.

“What was Cesaro saying to you? In the picture, I mean,” he asked, holding you close.

“Which one?” You asked. He pulled back a bit to get his phone out of his pocket. Then he pulled up a picture of Cesaro whispering in your ear and you blushing with a little smile on your face. “I don’t remember.” You didn’t remember what he said. “Is- is that the one that bothered you the most?” You asked, knowing there was a photo of a goodnight kiss.

“Yeah,” he said, laying his cheek on the top of your head as his hand flexed around your side.

“Why?” You were perplexed.

“I don’t know. I guess- I like to make you smile, and- I know lots of people make you smile, but- I don’t know. We make jokes. Our jokes. I didn’t like thinking about you and Cesaro- I don’t know? Having jokes? That doesn’t make any sense,” he sighed. Seth was talking about intimacy. He didn’t want you to be intimate with other people. You smiled to yourself. What a big dummy, you thought, unable to contain a laugh.

“It does make sense. But I have bad news, Cesaro and I do have one joke.” You had remembered what Cesaro was telling you when that picture was snapped.

“What is it?” He frowned, looking at you.

“I’ll never tell,” you smiled at him evilly. He smiled back.

“Come on!” He laughed, shaking you gently, teasingly.

“I’ll tell you my secret for one kiss,” you teased, pointing to your lips. He smiled and paid the toll of one kiss. It stared as a quick peck on the mouth, but then his lips softened and he stayed a bit longer.

After your lips parted, you looked up at him and forgot what you were going to say. He was staring at you, looking at you like you were a stranger. Just blinking, trying to take all of you in.

“Seth?” You asked, putting a hand on his chest. He looked lost.

His hands came up to cup your face. His thumb traced your cheekbone as he stared at you. His beautiful, intelligent brown eyes gazing between your eyes and your lips. You moved forward just an inch and he kissed you again.

He kissed you over and over, pulling you closer. His hands gently, desperately grasping your face. Usually, he’d be pulling your body to his, making his desire clear, but this was different. He was making his desire clear just by kissing you. Fiercely, passionately clinging to your lips.

“I’m not wasting your time anymore. I’m yours,” he said, before sealing your lips again.

You put your arms around his neck. One hand diving into his hair. Saying, with your body, 'I’m here. It’s okay. I’m yours too.’ As soon as you did that, he picked you up and started toward your bedroom.

“I want you,” he said breathlessly, as he set you on your bed. You moved away a bit to start undressing, but he grabbed you back to him.

“Come here,” he huffed, pulling the hem of your shirt over your head. He kissed your shoulders, chest, tummy. He removed your bra. Then he started on your jeans. “You’re mine. You understand?” He asked, pulling your panties down with your jeans.

“Yes,” you said, putting your hands in his hair as he kissed down your hip bone to your pelvis. You knew where he was going.

His mouth found your folds wet, and you moaned in want as his tongue worked magic on you. He was so good at eating you out that sometimes the orgasms brought tears to your eyes.

He groaned as he realized just how slick you were and the husky sound made you even slicker. He brought his hands up to your center and used them to spread your pussy lips so he could give your clit direct attention. You cried out as he lapped at your pleasure center with deadly accuracy. Your hands shook against his scalp as he got you to the edge, making you gasp in desperate need to come.

“Please!” You cried as you felt your peak so close. He licked quicker, more forceful, to make sure you came and came hard. “Yes! Seth!” You practically screamed as your body shook with pleasure.

He climbed up your body, laying between your thighs. You used your fingers to wipe your wetness from his beard, running your thumb over his talented lips. He placed a kiss on the pad of your thumb just before he pressed forward.

You gasped as his cock filled you. He looked down at you with stars in his eyes.

“God, you feel so good. You always feel so good,” he said, holding you close as he started to thrust.

“You too, baby,” you moaned as your hands roamed his back. And he did, he felt so good filling every inch of you with his length.

He took his time, building up the pace, finding out what made you gasp and your pussy clench. The whole time his own breath caught and masculine moans emanated from his throat, driving you wild.

“Louder,” you told him. He looked at you for a second, but then it clicked.

He started going faster, making you throw your head back. He was hitting your g-spot with every thrust, his powerful arms were around you, and his moans hit your ears like music.

“Oh God!” You cried as he lifted your hips a bit.

“You like that?” He huffed, leaning back to look at you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, nodding furiously. Your fingers digging into his shoulders to pull him to you. Your lips landed on his right before he pushed you over the edge.

“That’s right. You’re mine. This is my pussy.” He said, reaching down to your clit. You had already come twice but that wasn’t enough for Seth. He wanted to remind you why you were with him.

“I’m yours! Yes!” You told him, looking in his eyes.

“Come for me again,” he demanded of you. “Come for your man.”

You screwed your eyes shut and just heard and felt everything. His cock inside you, his fingers on your clit, his breath hot on your ear, his groans, and the sound of your flesh slapping together. Seth was inside of you and all around you. It was perfect.

“Oh my God!” You gasped as you came for the third time. Tears streamed down your face from the intensity of the pleasure.

“Oh! Y/n…!” He groaned as he came inside of you and went still. You could hear his heart pounding, and you put your hand over his chest to feel it too. “I love you.” He said quietly.

“I love you too,” you said, running a hand through his hair and kissing his forehead. “I’m yours.”

“Damn right,” he chuckled, rolling over and bringing you with him.

“I think you should move in with me.” He said, running his hand over your bare back as you snuggled to his side.

“Really?” You asked, peering up at him. He was completely serious.

“Yeah, really,” he smiled at you and then kissed your forehead.

“Alright then,” you giggled. “Let’s fuck this tomato.”

“Let’s what?!” He laughed. His face quirked in mirth and his eyes shining like no tomorrow.

“Apparently, it’s something Sami says.” You confessed and pecked his cheek. “Cesaro picked it up from him. That’s my joke with Cesaro.”

“It’s lame,” Seth said, trying to frown. “It’s a good thing you have me to make better jokes with.”

You laughed. “Yes, better jokes with my man.”

“My girl,” he sighed, pulling you closer. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

Team  [ P.P ]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Could you do an imagine where Peter falls in love with the new vigilant? She has the power to create illusions on people’s mind making them believe they’re really in that place (idk if I’m explaining myself right). Thank you so much for your time ❤ 

Word Count: 1,122

Warnings: None lol

A/N: This isn’t exactly what was requested but I hope this is good for the anon! I apologise in advance for not being my best piece ohmygosh my excuse is that I was on the bus when I wrote most of this.  

Masterlist

“Stop getting to my bad guys before me!”

You whip around to face the voice of a hero all too familiar to you, your eyes narrowed beneath your domino mask. Spider-Man now stood directly opposite you, the wind of the rooftop not having any impact on him whatsoever.

“Excuse me?” You question, unable to hide the smirk on your face. This wasn’t the first time you had met Spider-Man. In fact, it was far from the first time. The two of you practically knew more about each other than anyone else-even though you had no idea who was under the mask and vice-versa.

“You heard me,” Spider-Man replies, stepping forward as he cocks his head to the left. “Every single time one of my guys is causing havoc, I always find you in the middle of it. You always make it worse so please, deal with something else.”

“Listen here,” You glare at him harshly, knowing that he would be unlikely to notice through the midnight coloured mask that covers your eyes. “Who are you to tell me what I can do and what I can’t? Hm?”

He rolls his eyes unknowingly to you, resting a hand on the back of his neck. His movements and posture is somewhat lazy, tired after having to deal with more than his usual. To him, you were to blame even though he knew it wasn’t really because of you. He just needed a fitting reason to fill in until he could think of another.

“Fair point. But please try not to throw punches in a fight that isn’t yours. I know you’re powerful and all but the bad guys get angry when you make them think they’re on the other side of the planet.”

“That’s the point, stupid.” You step away, your eyes snapping to the street below at the sound of a high pitched shriek. You send Spider-Man a mock salute before sliding down the ladder of the balconies along the side of the building, leaping from one to another before you’re on the ground.  

The man was dressed in dark jeans and a black hoodie, the fabric pulled over his head to cover his face. There was a middle aged woman walking in front of him, her young daughter’s wrist gripped firmly within her hand. You could tell she had noticed the man begin to follow her by the way she had tried to subtly fasten her pace and by the way she pulled at the toddler with urgency.

It was the small child who had let out the scream when her mother had roughly taken hold of her wrist. Thankfully, you had noticed the man walking predatorily behind the two and decided to take action on it.

Spider-Man had found himself by your side within seconds, his eyes raking unconsciously over your body quickly as you kept your footsteps silent. He had found you insanely beautiful the moment he had met you despite the mask that hid your identity and he couldn’t help but try and push away the weird feeling that had washed over him as he watched you now. He shakes his head, snapping himself out of his thoughts.

He raises his arm to shoot his webs out at the man but before he can do anything you place your hand on his arm, shaking your head as you point to the woman and her daughter. You had to wait for him to make a move before you made your own move but that didn’t mean you couldn’t plan ahead. Spider-Man nods as he understands what you’re getting at, matching your speed as you begin to walk faster.

The glint of a knife catches your eye as the man raises the arm that isn’t holding anything and reaches towards the pair. Before he has the chance to do anything you shove the man to the side, earning a frustrated yell from the man as he quickly regains himself. Your eyes flicker to Peter as he moves to the woman, taking the child in his arms before he pulls them away from the scene. He makes short eye contact with you as he shoots his webbing, swinging with the girl in one arm and the woman clinging onto him with his other.

The man lunges at you with the knife, ready to slice your skin but you kick him once, moving your hands and placing two fingers on either side of his head. The man’s eyes widen as he finds himself in the middle of a forest, the tall buildings around him turning into thin and long trees.

“What the hell?!”

You chuckle as the man stumbles backwards, throwing a strong punch to his face before you hit him another time with twice the force so that he’s knocked unconscious. With a thud he lands on the floor, his back falling against the thick pole of the street light.

You spot Spider-Man as he lands beside you, his arms empty of the woman and child. That was fast. Flashing him a smile, you motion at the man with mocking movements, pretending to fire your own imaginary web shooters. He shakes his head, letting out a chuckle and a sigh as he shoots his webs at the man, securing the man against the pole for the police to collect him.

“That was quick. The woman and her daughter?” You ask, meeting his gaze. You were surprisingly close to him, your chest almost touching his.

“They’re fine. I got them to their apartment safely. It was only a block away.”

It was no secret to you that he you found him mind blowingly hot and you usually took pleasure in teasing the hell out of him but for some reason you didn’t have in you tonight. All you wanted was to wrap yourself around his toned body and kiss the life out of him.

So you do. You step into him, gently pulling his mask over his chapped lips and placing your own on top of them. He freezes for a second before slowly melting into the kiss and wrapping his arms tightly around your waste. Your arms wrap around his neck, playing with the ends of his mask.

You’re the first to break the kiss, pulling away before it got too heated. You send him a smirk, your arms still hanging around his neck and his still holding your waist. With a sigh, you step back from him, slowly moving away from him. You blow him a last kiss, turning to make your way home to pack in for the night. But before you go, you make sure to leave him with your voice playing through his ears on repeat.

“We make a pretty good team, Spidey.”

SugarDaddy!Cal Pt. 4

nA/N: Hey, lovebugs! I just wanna thank you all for the feedback and hope you enjoy part four. Remember, 100 notes for the next chapter and make sure you drop feedback in my inbox. This ones a bit longer since some requested for it to be, so i hope you guys like it.

**Warning**: Smut(a blowjob to be specific)


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“No, you didn’t!”  Connor yelled as you told him about the details of your day. Felix on the other hand was laughing so hard he turned red and was curled up on the floor.

“What’s so funny?” You laughed along with them, taking a sip of Felix’s famous martinis. Living next door to a bartender that also happened to be your close friend pays off.

“You made him cum his pants on the third date, how lovely.” Felix laughed.“ I’m just surprised you’re even going through with this whole ordeal.”

“I am too. I don’t know what happened today, I felt so…” you trailed as you tried to find the right words to describe what you felt in that moment.

“Dominant and sexy?” Connor smirked as he took a sip of his own drink.

“Yeah…”

“Trust me, I know. I’ve loved the feeling from the first time and still do four years later.”

This caused you to widen your eyes in shock as Felix’s face flushed red. You shifted your eyes from him to Connor who still held a smug look on his face and back to Felix once again.

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