Mmm Maybe A Headcannon Where Peter Maximoff And Reader Are Making Out (is His First Relationship) And

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.

Addicted (Stephen x FemReader)

Summary: You love your sweet baby boy, but you know how much of a pretty little liar he can be. Especially when it comes to something he wants.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Mission, refusal to pull out, slight mommy kink, and… Stephen’s cute, big dick.

Notes: I would love to hear what all you, lovelies, think! If you would like to see more of Stephen! If so...I already have another idea in mind! ❤️

- It’s in the way he exhales; breathy, laced with the sweetest whimper. Just barely audible over the lovely, lewd sounds of Stephen’s clumsy thrusts.

- You can practically feel his impatience. See the look of dizzy, drunk pleasure on his angelic face. Clearly on the verge of his orgasm with the way his compact muscles tense…how his neck strains deliciously. “Good…feel so good…”

- Sweat gleams on his skin in the faint light. As well as the angry, red scratches you left on his biceps…chest. “Sucking me back in…clenching around me…”

- The scent of sex lays heavy in the air when he begins to twitch. His calloused hands grip your hips harder. Pace picks up, drives grow more erratic. While he sputters out… “S-shit. You’re g-going to make me…make m-me…”

- “P-pull out, baby,” you pant softly. Writhing beneath him, head tilted slightly to the side. Showing off all the adorable marks he left behind. “You need to p-pull out.”

- Strokes become uneven, sloppy. He shakes his head and something wild, defiant flashes in those blue eyes. “N-no. Please, m-mommy. I want to m-make a mess of this p-pretty pussy…”

- Instinctively you try to push him off, but his hold tightens. Pinning you to the bed, pressing you into it with his weight. “Coat these t-thighs; cover those s-swollen folds…”

- You know you shouldn’t. That you should be more forceful; attempt to fight back, put him in his place. Demand he releases on your stomach, like always. But he looks so sweet, so desperate…you can’t deny him.

- Legs wind, lock securely. Hands cling to his shoulders, pulling him close. Walls flutter while your lips ghost over the shell of his ear. “All right…just this one time though…”

- “T-thank you…thank y-you… I p-promise… Only…only…” Movements falter, stutter. Long fingers digging in, bruising you. As he buries his face into the side of your neck, hot breath and soft curls tickling your skin.

- “O-one…onnnce…” Slamming awkwardly, brutally. Strangled moan flies from his mouth and he cutely cums. His warm seed pumping you all full, making you…

- Wail out at the sudden load. Coil in your stomach finally snapping, sending you crashing over the edge. Crying out; gushing all over his cock, milking him for every drop. Head reeling in the best way possible, barely able to think…because it’s just too good. Not that you'll admit it.

- He babbles, whimpers. Tongue lapping, teeth nibbling gently. Continuing to pound and fuck you through his high. “Warm…s-so warm…” Until the last spurt paints your walls and he stills.

- Propping himself, he hovers above you. Chest heaving, face all flushed and splotchy. Glasses crooked and completely fogged up. “That…that was a-amazing.”

- Try as you might, you can't help but giggle at his adorably, pathetic state. Cupping his pink cheek, tapping it gently. “Glad you enjoyed yourself, but don't get used to it though. One time only…got it?”

- “Y-Yeah…” He mumbles, reluctantly pulling out. Gaze locked on, entranced from the way that creamy whiteness seeps from your core. “O-only once…”

- That something wild, defiant flashes in those blue eyes once more and you know… That by the end of the night you’ll have lost count of how many times he’s cummed inside you… That it’s too late to stop Stephen now… Now that he’s addicted…

- Oh, well… Maybe you'll get a cute baby or two out of this, out of your pretty little liar…

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maskysluvr

1 year ago

rafe carrying kook trio reader because her feet hurt from wearing heels 🥹🥹

wait soooo obsessed with this visual ♡

a little too drunk and entirely too trusting, like always, you end up stumbling next to rafe and kelce on the way back to rafe's truck from the party. top was a fallen soldier, sticking behind with whatever girl he was now using to distract himself from his ex.

"how fuckin' far did he park?" rafe grumbles, questioning why he ever let topper drive his car.

"you know he sucks at parking. always does this shit, leaves the car a mile away," kelce adds, and you start giggling, holding onto his shoulder for support while you lean forward.

"i-if he can't park, how did he get his lic-ow!" you trip over a rock, your heels hitting the pavement hard. a shooting pain runs through your ankle, sobering you if only for a minute.

you think you should have broken a tooth on the concrete. instead there's a rafe-sized handprint on your upper arm from where he caught you, sure to turn into a bruise tomorrow.

"jesus, kid, can you be careful? y'worse than top."

"ow," you repeat, trying to set your foot down gingerly. the pressure hurts, and you hover on heel, bouncing around, gripping rafe's arm tightly. "it hurts, rafe."

you look up at your friend, wondering how he caught you so fast. you don't know why you're telling him, not sure what you're expecting him to do.

"shit. c'mon, hold tight." in one movement he lifts you up into his arms, carrying you like a bride. you loop your arms around his neck, staring at the side of rafe's face while he carries you to the car. you think about a couple things—how just felt sober but now feel surprisingly floaty and giddy, how quickly he decided to carry you, how the moonlight shines on his face and how handsome he looks.

the alcohol was getting to you. you really were just as bad as topper.

but you let your brain run its course, resting your head on his shoulder while he brings you up. he opens the door, setting you gently into the backseat.

you think he's gonna close the door and get into the driver's seat, but instead you watch with big eyes while he hands the keys to kelce.

"you drive. m'gonna make sure she doesn't puke back here."

"yeah, sure," kelce responds, and you miss all the sarcasm in his voice.

"shut it. just drive."

in the backseat, rafe moves your feet into his lap, undoing the strap of your heel and rubbing the swollen skin of your ankle.

"thanks, rafey," you mumble against the carseat, eyes fluttering shut.

"yeah. anytime kid."

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maskysluvr

9 months ago