the actual jealousy i feel when i think abt anyone getting that drew starkey dick … next fucking level
like I FUCKING WISHHHHHH …
“I need him biblically,,, I need him in a way that is concerning to feminism.”
Currently rewatching asylum for the first time since it aired. Evan really put his whole evussy into this role stg 🙏🏻
mmm maybe a headcannon where peter maximoff and reader are making out (is his first relationship) and he gets hard and all embarassed?
peter maximoff x f!reader. | nsfw. mdni
a/n— omg it’s been years since i watched the x-men movies… sorry if i fucked this up lol
it had been a while since the two of you were alone together, away from your teammates.
(technically, you were in his mom’s basement making out, but you’d take that over nothing.)
the couch creaked under your combined weight. running your fingers through his hair, you gripped it tightly as you deepened the kiss, feeling his tongue rove against the roof of your mouth, savouring the artificially sweet taste.
must be twinkies.
the thought of your boyfriend’s obsession with that peculiar snack made you smile inwardly. as your hands traveled up his chest, you could feel his heart pounding wildly against your palms, heat radiating from his body.
the moment you felt his erection pressing against your thigh, you knew you’d got him that turned on. the realisation caused a warmth to spread through your chest like a forest fire, as if every neurone in your body had come alive, sparking with desire.
“oh, peter,” you moaned into his mouth. in response, his hands wandered up your thigh before coming to rest on your ass, gently squeezing. you’ve always known that your boyfriend was a bit of a kleptomaniac, but you never saw him steal touches like this.. you instinctively rocked your hips forward, rubbing against the hard bulge in his jeans.
you felt him stiffen beneath you, his body slightly and twitching. before you knew it, peter was pulling away from the kiss. your eyes met, and you could see the embarrassment flicker in his eyes. his face flushed a deep red, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down.
“hm, looks like someone is enjoying himself,” you hummed, leaning in to nip at his earlobe. you traced a finger along the prominent outline on his crotch, giving a soft squeeze. this earned a groan from peter, and you could feel his cock twitch against your palm through the denim.
“ahhh— shiiiit, ‘m s-sorry,” he apologised, trying (and failing) to discreetly adjust his jeans.
“it’s just… my first time kissin’ a hot girl like this, and i– got kinda worked up…”
a breathy chuckle escaped your lips. “hey, peter. it’s fine. totally fine,” you assured him, gently booping the tip of his nose with your finger. a pink hue spread over his cheeks, and peter looked away, biting his lip.
“you’re even cuter when you’re flustered.”
you reached out your hand and cupped his cheek, turning his face back to yours. “besides, it's a good sign, you’re really into me,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, “-and that makes me happy.” you leaned in and pressed your lips back to his mouth. peter immediately reciprocated by sliding his hands up to settle on your lower back, pulling your body flush to his.
this time, there was no more hesitation.
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♡ = smut
one-shots
nsfw alphabet ♡
virginities lost ♡
fear of loving you (slight nsfw)
dirty impulses ♡
blurbs
overstimulating sub spencer ♡
helping him get off ♡
masturbating to you ♡
riding him due to his leg ♡
thinking about his fingers ♡
taking his frustration out on you ♡
mutual masturbation ♡
phone sex ♡
car sex ♡
taking his virginity ♡
overstimulation ♡
pegging spencer ♡
glasses spencer
oblivious spencer ♡
very horny spencer ♡
giving him head for the first time ♡
car sex with post prison spencer ♡
masturbating in the shower to you ♡
snuggling best friend spencer
soft and lazy sex with spencer ♡
pressing on your stomach during sex ♡
distracted during studying
using a vibrator in public ♡
sleepy sex with spencer ♡
“we’ll make it fit” ♡
face fucking ♡
guys , i wanna start writing but it’s so hard 😭 .
like the request sounds really good and i wanna do it but the words just aren’t coming to me . like when i start writing i don’t even know what to say or do . please help 🙏🧎♀️➡️ .
where’s my nirvana boyfriend
also tate looks sooo fine in this pic
made a new account !
this one just got so overwhelming and the feed just wasn’t what i wanted anymore. @anakinsluvrr ! if you’d like, you can follow !!
How would Derek morgan react if you cryed bc he cut his finger while opening a box for you 😭 I've literally done this before bc my dad was opening smth for me and he cut his finger 😭 I felt TERRIBLE
He doesn't notice your tears until he's sealing a bandage over the cut on his finger, but when he sees the misty sheen over your eyes, he jumps into action.
"Hey, woah mama, what's the matter?" He reaches for your waist, comforting both for his touch and the way you can't see his injury anymore.
"I'm sorry," You sniffle, "I didn't mean to make you cut yourself."
"You didn't jab me with the scissors," He laughs sympathetically, wiping your tears with his large thumb, "Don't sweat it, pretty baby, it was my fault."
"Still, you were opening it up for me," You lament, "'S my fault."
"Yeah, well technically it's Reid's fault that I fell on my ass last week on the jet," He shrugs, "But I didn't hold that against him or his inconveniently large feet that stick out into the aisle."
You giggle wetly, and he leans in to kiss your forehead with a smile on his face.
"You fell?" You ask, and he nods even if he scoffs at the questioning.
"Almost clocked my head on the table," He recalls, "But I escaped without a concussion."
"That's why your butt feels flatter," You muse teasingly, "I might have to fluff it back up again like a pillow."
His hands dart away from your waist to cover his backside, eyes wide and terrified, "No- no, do not get your hands anywhere near my ass. You're relentless, I can't ever get you off of it."
"It would make me feel better," You exaggerate the thickness of your voice, wiping at a phantom tear as if you'd been the one wounded.
"Oh, you- really? Fine, fine, you get one minute. Forty-five seconds, if you start getting too squeezy."
"If you really loved me you'd give me five minutes," You heave a sigh, hands already reaching for his ass, "But forty-five seconds will have to do."
"You're such a drama queen," He huffs, but the startled yelp he lets out when your nails dig into his skin through his jeans suggests that you're not the only dramatic one.