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[crystaistar]

an idea for a fluffy reader x peter maximoff fic: a reader who’s very low energy and sleepy all the time and it kind of drives peter crazy but he learns to deal with it

High maintenance boy

(to anyone who saw the image glitching, no you didn't.)

Warnings: Reader with attitude, annoying Peter, unstable relationship (at beginning), fluff, very short

A/n: this is severely rushed, also not well thought through! Sorry in advance

The beginning of your relationship was bumpy. He never understood your attitude all the time! He couldn't bare to be in a relationship with someone who couldn't reach his level of energy

"C'monn! Get up already, I'm bored." Peter would pester. He became bored relatively easily considering he could speed anywhere he wanted. You had always been low energy, even when you were born. The least cares in the world.

"Y/n, pleasee! I have nothing to do"

"So sleep, that's what I'm trying to do." You snap back, unintentionally angrier than you'd hoped.

Quietening down, he curled up next to you, but it wasn't long before he was bouncing around the room again

"Y/n, wanna go for a walk?"

"No, Peter, 'cause all you do is speed around me in circles until we go home"

After a few months he'd warm up to the idea of you being so tired and moody, but he still wanted as much attention as when you actually wanted to do things with him ♡

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I furthermore apologise for the rush of this, hope you liked it 🙏

As an apology

[crystaistar]

𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ⋆˙⟡ (that no one asked for)

Warnings : Stalking mentioned, obsessive behaviour, (obvious) mental issues, fluff, comfort/hurt, friends (w benefits?), no relationship, y/n mentioned,

A/n : Josh's sisters are dead in this (hence the comfort). I also made this out of nowhere, which is why it wasn't on my 'upcoming' post!

☆ After his sisters death, you, Chris, and Sam were the only people he talked to for a while. He didn't trust anyone else to care for him as much as you. "I can't trust them, not as much as you, y/n"

☆ Josh had trouble sleeping, continuous nightmares of his sisters coming back to haunt him. So, he always asked you to stay with him until he went to sleep.

☆ Sometimes, he even asked you to sleep over in his room

☆ His sisters used to play baseball with him. You took their place after (to help him cope)

☆ After the prank took place, you became even closer with Josh. No one wanted to be around him (apart from you)

☆ You had to force him to apologise because he didn't think what he had done was wrong

☆ He followed you (much like the wendigo did it's prey) to make sure you weren't sneaking off to see someone else (when you were supposed to be around him)

☆ When you were interviewed with the police you didn't lie, unlike the rest of the group. The practised speech was wasted away on you, as you cared for Josh too much

☆ "I don't want you to leave me, you have to stay.."

☆ Josh said hurtful things sometimes. It made you feel like shit but you knew he didn't mean it

☆ You encouraged him to see another therapist to help with the heaps of trauma that enveloped him

☆ He bought a baseball bat just for you (in your favourite colour) as a thank you gift

☆ When the others started warming back up to Josh (which took some time) they also joined in on the games.

☆ You and the group played in the snow for a whole day after baseball

☆ He made you watch movies with him in the movie room (with was almost always a romcom..?)

☆ Every comforting message you tell him makes his heart melt

☆ He'd tell you dad jokes and then say, "I'm just joshin' ya!"

☆ "Let me help you" he'd say before simultaneously failing at the task

☆ You suggested going ice-skating together, and he agreed only to immediately fall over and become embarrassed

☆ He secretly loves you and never wants you to leave him ᡣ𐭩

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Merry Christmas everyone, hope you all got what you wanted ♡☆

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[crystaistar]

Hey! What about a smut with Kit Walker (from AHS) and a female reader where reader wants to spice things up with a little fantasy (aka chains and whips 🤭), and she wants him to dominate her with them. And Kit is eager to make her fantasy happen yet a bit nervous to hurt her...

Hii! Thanks for the idea. Hope you like it <3 (I changed the time to be a little closer to the present, so the Internet exists!)

Tied up 💋

This takes place after the events in the asylum, but Kit still works in the garage!

Summary: You talked to your friend about her relationship, and it gave you an idea about what you could do with your husband to deepen your relationship ~ ♡

Warnings: Smut/Suggestive content, 18+ minors DNI, bondage / reader being tied up, aphrodisiac, embarrassed reader, caring Kit (awwh), name calling (good girl, bitch in heat, baby, darling, slut, love, y'know the usual), could be implied older Kit x younger reader?,

"Kit.. I uh wanted to ask you something.." You mumbled, smirking to yourself as you pushed the food around your plate. It was seven in the night, on the weekend, the only time that you had with your husband after he was out for the day working on cars. "Hmm? You know you can ask my anything, love" he reminded you with a smile. You didn't dare to meet his gaze as the next few words left your mouth, "I... wanted to try something new with you.. during uh... sex". There was no response from Kit for a moment, but he did stare at you with an intense (slightly confused) expression.

"I- If you don't want to, that's fine. I was just - I wanted to see what it was like a- and..." it felt like your mouth was moving a million times a minute, and you couldn't figure out how to word what you were saying without it sounding strange. Kit was a caring person. That was the main reason why he never brought up or did anything during sex that would even remotely hurt you, I mean, he didn't even go rough.

"Darling, it's alright. Tell me what you want to do. " He gave you that same sweet smile he used when he wanted to convince you, those brown eyes of his bore into your soul. Mesmerised, without even realising you began to recite what had been going through your head for the last few weeks, "I- I want you to tie me up and stuff.. y'know... restrain me." Once you had finished your sentence, it took a few seconds before it registered in your head what you had said to him. Kit stared at you, a little shocked but also slightly amused. You didn't understand why he was so shocked. You had hinted at it for months, leaving you computer screen on a bondage website, repeatedly moving his hands to grab at your wrists when he was about to receive (probably the best) orgasm of his life.

"You know that I can't - I care about you too much!" He began, exclaiming how he couldn't let himself do that to you, his beautiful girl, the wife that he promised to never harm when he married. You took his hands in your with a giggle, "You're too caring sometimes. Think of it as a favour. I asked you to do this for me, I want this, Kit." Your smile always changed his mind. With a subtle laugh, he sighed and tightened his hands around yours. "...The handcuffs you bought off the website? Go sit on the bed with 'em for me, baby" You nodded, biting you lip in anticipation. "Atta girl" He smirked and ruffled your hair.

Almost flying out of your seat whilst rushing toward the shared bedroom of you and your husbands, the key that you kept in your bedside table almost cutting the skin on your hand as you gripped it. You eventually got the case open (that you kept well hidden under your bed), the fluffy handcuffs and bejewelled blindfold reading 'good girl' now on the bed while you yourself were completely on display for when your husband was finally ready to start.

Kit was currently freaking out, he was extremely horny (possibly because you two hadn't done anything for a few weeks) but also very scared, he had said that he cared too much to do it before but that was just an understatement. On the verge of losing his mind, he grabbed the (aphrodisiac) chocolate that he had been recommended by his friend at the garage and headed to the room too.

"Alright, baby, have one 'f these 'f me" He mumbled, completely out of breath. He quickly placed the chocolate into your hand, and you were even quicker to take it into your mouth (just how you took him in your mouth 💋) "What kind of chocolate is it? It's a little... weird, bitter but also sweet" you giggled, slowly but gradually feeling a heat build into your gut. You jolted forward slightly as a sharp rush shot to your core, causing your forehead to fall into place on Kits shoulder. "R- Right.. that kind of... chocolate" you whined, your head starting to spin slightly. If his hands weren't on you soon, you knew it would send you into a frenzy.

It took his piece of chocolate a few more minutes to kick in before he finally began to feel the same effects as you. You knew he was when he started to knead your breasts and grab at your thighs, getting close to your ear with a big grin he whispered, "You're not gonna be able to walk when I'm done with you, pretty girl." The words caused another rush to your core, and an even louder whine to leave your throat. To silence your loud vocals, he bit at your bottom lip, slipping his tongue in your mouth as he began to passionately kiss you (as if he was a starved man).

He moved his hand up your thigh, getting closer and closer to where you needed him most, then it was all taken away. Tearing his lips away from your now aching ones, he began to grab at the blindfold and handcuffs. It started with restraining your hands behind your back, then as if out of nowhere, he took (very strong) ribbon and tied the cuffs to the bedframe along with your legs. Now sat on your knees, hands behind your back as if you were about to plead guilt to a god, he finally took away your most important sense; sight.

"K- Kit.. please don't hold back.. touch me"

You begged, almost on the verge of tears from the pain that the lack of stimulation you were receiving was producing. Absolutely no relief at all. As horrible as Kit wanted to be, as horrible as you said you wanted him to treat you, he had to let his precious good girl have at least some aid with the growing wet between her pretty, plush thighs. Slipping a hand under the cloth material that was between him and your dripping wet pussy, slowly circling the perky bud that was practically as swollen as a pea. You moaned in pleasure, biting back on your lip to silence yourself. This wasn't something the neighbours needed to hear, too.

He chuckled at the shock you gave him. He hadn't seen you this needy since the time he didn't come home from the garage for a few days, mainly because he was working on a car that was being raced later that week. When that happened, you were so pent up that you practically humped at his leg like a dog, which is what he called you, his 'bitch in heat'. Normally he would never use such vulgar language toward you, but let's be fair, he was as eager as you (yes, you did it in doggy style).

"Oh, honey, you're so needy."

Grinning wildly, he tilted your head to the side slightly to gain further access to your pale, unmarked skin. It was like a crystal, perfect, and you were worth as much as one in your head-over-heels husbands eyes. He began to lightly suck and bite at the sensitive parts of your neck, slightly below your ear, the part where you collarbone met the beginning of your skin... the usual placed he'd attack that made you (s)cream. "Pay more attention to my cunt!" You'd whined out, convinced that he would listen due to your tone (and frankly how obsessed he was with you), but he didn't. In fact, it was almost as though he didn't hear you at all, that or he ignored your attempt at a command.

"God, you just can't have what I give you. Always wanting more? You're like a slut. You'll have what you're given, isn't that right, baby?" You had never heard him speak to you like that before. Anyone with half a brain (and one that wasn't completely turned on) wouldn't take the nickname and would be out of there before their partner could say anything else, but in your case it just made you closer to creaming. He felt the wet that his words caused you, and it didn't go unnoticed to his cocky mouth. "You filthy girl! Getting more turned on from me calling you names?" You couldn't even deny it. He was completely right. You were more turned on than you had ever been in your whole life.

Finally, as if the gods had answered your prayers, his fingers began inching further toward your soaked hole. You let out an inaudible sigh in your head, thankful that your husband still had some remorse for his precious girl who just begged for him in every way. Pressing two fingers against your entrance before slowly, painfully slowly, pushing them in. As much as he wanted to tease you, and as much as you were a masochist, he really didn't want to hurt you. The push was painful at first, and it made you hiss in pain. Yes, you were drenched, but it was still unexpected. Kit kissed atop your forehead, and that little remark alone made it as though the pain had been completely washed away. "That's my girl, just breathe steady.." Kit reassured, you were past the point of no return now anyway, but he could still keep you safe.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace, adding one more finger before he began to scissor open your entrance. That's when you knew he was preparing you. He only began to scissor when he was about to give you the real deal, and he was packing sista! Pants began to fall from your swollen lips, ones stolen to time as Kit swallowed them up with his own mouth. Beads of sweat already covered you and Kit, and be wasn't even undressed. You noticed this and pulled back from the man, "K- Kit.. take off your shirt, please.." he complied with your request and unbuttoned his white, silk shirt. Throwing it to the side, he focused on his fingers again as you unfolded on them.

After a little while longer, Kit pulled his hands back from you again. He carefully unzipped his pants and disgarded them just as he had done with his shirt, turning back to his wife. "God the lube?" He smirked at you. It took a second for you to remember where you had put it, but it came to you (just as Kit did when you called him 😝‼️) "Bedside drawer.. please hurry.." As quickly as his body would physically let him, his boxers down to his ankles and then kicked onto the floor as he squirted some of the lube onto his hand. He carefully began to pump his cock, the tip already pink from the boner he had since you started this whole ordeal (about an hour and a half ago), poor boy.

Once he had made sure he was ready, he untied your legs so he could freely press them to your chest. Slowly inching his achy cock toward your similarly aching cunt, the stretch that his (frankfully monster) produced was more than enough to make you moan out in pure extacy. Your eyes rolled practically to the back of your head, as you called out Kits name like some kind of p0rno.

He pulled out until his tip was barely inside of you before slamming his hips back into yours. You swear it was going to rip you in two, but honestly, you weren't complaining. Kit laughed, almost sadistically as your moans got louder and more high-pitched. Every snap of his hips sent you into a frenzy in your own mind. As you edged closer, your walls began to squeeze Kits poor cockz he swore he could've came right there and then.

He pumped quicker, not caring for the depth he was shoving into you any longer. Now, he only cared about catching his release that was in his grasp. Trailing his one hand between your body's as the other still gripped at your ankles, shoving your knees impossible closer to your chest, he circled your bud that has doubled in size yet again. You were on the verge of not only orgasming but also tears. The pent-up pleasure was causing you to lose control of your emotions entirely, making them go haywire.

"C'mon my girl, cum with me-" He chanted as if he was a cult leader (wink, wink 😋), and you happily obliged. It only took a harsher press on your clit for you to be squirting all over his length as he shot thick, hot ropes of his own inside of you. Luckily, you were on the pill. Otherwise, you'd had more to worry about than a broken bedframe xx 💋‼️

I had so much fun making this omg !! Please send more requests like this if you liked it, and yes, I thought the jokes/references were funny. What about it. Hope you enjoyed this!

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[crystaistar]

me when writing

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You're supposed to be scared!

Sub!Ethan landry x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, implied oral (fem receiving), swearing

Summary: Halloweens coming up, and a certain masked killer turned up at your door. You didn't know he was the submissive type, though.

You had been obsessed with masked killers ever since your friend had introduced you to Scream. A movie about a couple of college kids that happened to also be the target of killers, killers that were in their friend group. It was just a movie, though, so you didn't get your hopes up that one of them would come after you.

Until you got a phone call. You didn't think much if it considering a lot of people had also watched the movies. You thought they would be trying to scare others by now. You picked up the phone and answered.

"Hello?~" You smirked, hoping they would hear it in your tone. "Hello? Who's this?" The voice replied, obviously a voice changer was in use due to the deepness of it. "C'mon, you don't type a random number in and say that. Who are you?" You ask back, hoping to gain an answer better than his question.

An audible groan was heard at the end, that's how you could tell you were getting on his nerves. "I asked you first lady, now if you don't say I'll come after you." The voice stated, trying to intimidate you. Obviously, it didn't work. You laughed and hung up.

You turned back to your show and set your phone aside, ignoring the call you had previously received.

Then it rang again.

"Hello?" You tried to speak but got interrupted. "If you hang up again I'll kill you, bitch!" You stared blankly at your phone in shock, who the fuck did this guy think he was? "Listen asshole-" You started again. "No, you listen." He stated. "If you interrupt me again, I'll come after you myself. Have some manners." You replied slightly agitated now. The males voice went silent. "If you want to kill me so bad, do it. Come out here, you pussy." Then you hung up on him again.

An eiree silence fell throughout the house as you unpaused your show again for the second time. A knock was heard at your front door. You got up and walked over to the door, looking through the spy hole to see who it was. Darkness. Covering it so you couldn't see, how funny.

You rolled your eyes and unlocked the door, staring directly at the tall figure in front of you. Shock painted your features as a sly smirk grew. You gripped the front of the Ghostface costume and dragged the figure inside. He yelped and fell forward before you slung him onto the floor.

"Y- You're supposed to be scared.. i- im supposed to scare you!" The poor boy whined, earning a laugh from you. "I'm not like any other victim, baby. So, who are you then?" You smirked devilishly, reaching forward and sliding his mask up and off his face. You didn't recognise him. A shock considering you knew everyone in the neighbourhood, which could only mean one thing, he didn't live there.

He stared up at you, his brown scared eyes resembling those of a puppy. It was kinda cute? He was obviously an inexperienced killer, a really really hot one at that. A thick pout crossed his face as you contemplated taking him to your room. "I'm a virgin-" He blurted out after seeing the lustful look in your eye. "I can tell.."

He looked away out of embarrassment the pout turning into a frown. "I- I've always wanted to ... to touch a girl.." You giggled at his stuttering and kneeled down in front of him. "Touch one, how?" You asked, curious to know what was going on in that head of his. His brows furrowed and he slowly returned his gaze to yours. "I wanted to... eat you out?... I know I don't have experience b-but I promise I can be good!"

You took his hand and told him to get up, dragging him off to your room. He hardly had any time to accept before he was being pushed to the floor again, this time in front of you sitting on your bed. "I'm not gonna do the work for you, that's not my job" you could see the look of confusion in his eyes as he questioned you. "I'm... allowed to.. do it myself? Have my way with you?" You giggled again at his eager tone, nodding (mainly because you were just as eager as him).

He smirked, the first time you'd seen him since he got to your house, but boy was it hot. He pulled you closer, his nose bumping against your panties.

"I'm not gonna stop anytime soon, pretty girl."

Halloween special by yours truly! Hope you liked it, it was hella rushed. Happy Halloween! 🎃

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[crystaistar]

Trapped

Peter maximoff x reader

(I rewatched this today, and this idea came to me when I saw him in uniform x)

Warnings: SMUT 18+, non-consent (? He tries to push you away but then agrees), teasing, pet names, (slight) sub to dom Peter, horrible jokes/words that made me cringe,

Summary: The elevator taking you and Peter down to Erik had lost power, so you decided to use it to your advantage.

More of my work! ☆

"No, no, we can't" Peter begged as he tried to push you off from being in his lap.

The elevator, which had been taking you and Peter down to Erik, as Logan had instructed, had lost power.

Since seeing him in his bedroom when you visited with Logan, Charles, and Hank, you had been holding yourself back from pouncing on him. He looked so good in his band t-shirt and his messy silver hair. You could barely resist him.

When he put on the uniform in the elevator, you knew it was all over, which led to the current events.

♡

"C'mon, silver, no one else is here!" You smirked, trying to egg him on to agree. "Yeah, but what if the doors open when we're in the middle of-" He started before you placed your finger on his lips. The one time he wasn't jumping to agree to your suggestions happened to be the one time you were so desperate.

"..Fine, baby, but make it quick.." He mumbled, the embarrassment evident by the rising colour in his face. "I think you would be better at being quick, Peter~" you teased.

He groaned lightly and shut his eyes as you began to *very* lightly grind onto him, further teasing him. "Baby, if you're not gonna do it, I'll do it myself." He warned as he opened his eyes slightly to give you a glare. Your only response was a lip bite and an even slower grind.

He grabbed your hips and in a flash (get it 😏) had you pinned underneath him, the positions from before now reversed. He grinned at your pouty expression but evidently decided to gift you by sliding his fingers up and down your folds (ew help-) through your soaked jeans.

You mewled at the friction, and was debating on whether to give him the satisfaction of getting off on his fingers. Before you could decide, he moved to move your jeans and panties down before moving his too.

He slid his fingers in his mouth and glanced down at you as you panted heavily. Batting your pretty eyes up at him before moaning as his fingers entered you. "That's it, princess. Doing so well, " He encouraged you, and you whined at the praise he dished out so generously ( it wasn't normal of him to be so kind) instead of his teasing.

After fingering you until he thought you were wet enough, he slid inside. His gurthy, veiny length filled you better than anyone had before, and it brought you to the verge of tears because of how good it was.

He used his superspeed to both rub your clit and speed up his thrusts, before he started to obviously get close to his release, but made sure you came first before he did inside of you (good thing you're on birth control). He pulled up his pants, and you did the same. Just in time before the power came back on and the doors opened.

So, without another choice, you had to walk around for the rest of the time with his seed dripping out of you before you could clean yourself up while he grinned from satisfaction ♡

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[crystaistar]

Pretty when I cry

Tate langdon x reader

(His crying does something to me)

Based on this song

Warnings: Fluff, Crying/Comfort

Summary: You moved into the Murder house after leaving your old home. One of the ghosts there took a liking to you.

More of my work! ☆

You and Violet had been friends for years before you had to move away. You never got along with the other students at your school. They were abusive (physically and mentally) and never gave you any personal space. So one day you decided to leave. Simple. You still kept in contact with her, and you only moved states so she could visit if she wanted.

You walked up to the gates that were blocking the path toward the front door and garden in front of you, confusion plastered your face as you stared in awe at the massive sight in front of you. The house was three stories and had stained glass windows. Basically, it was way behind in time compared to the other houses in the neighbourhood.

A strange woman appeared behind you and introduced herself to you and your parents as Constance. She stated that she lived next door and she would be visiting as soon as you became settled in. Then she turned and left.

Your parents looked to each other with confusion and unlocked the gate.

You had first pick of the bedroom while your parents unpacked, and of course you chose the biggest room. Mostly because it had a bunch of cool ass CDs (but also because of the size).

Time skip

It had been a few weeks since you had first moved it. You couldn't lie, the house was starting to give you the creeps. It was the fourth night in a row that you had woken up to a strange feeling that someone was watching you. You were right.

The basement also did the same, always giving a feeling of being watched... but down there, it felt like multiple eyes on you.

Standing at the door, peering into the black abyss staring back at you when you heard a voice behind you. "Be careful you don't fall." You jumped and spun around on your heel. Staring at you with a smile was a boy with silky blonde hair and puppy-dog brown eyes.

"And you are..?" you mumbled, entranced by his features. "Tate, Tate Langdon. Your dad's my therapist." His voice was smooth as he manoeuvred around you and walked down the stairs toward the basement.

"Wait- I- So what are you doing waltzing around my house?" You questioned, rushing down the stairs after him. You completely forgot about the feeling of eyes on you until you finally got to the bottom of the stairs, then the feeling was worse than before.

"I got bored after the session finished. Didn't think it was much of an issue, and I definitely didn't think I'd run into a pretty girl like you." He smirked, running a hand through his hair. "So... this place give you the creeps or..? You were staring down here funny before I spoke"

"Nothing.. doesn't matter. Anyway, let's uh.. head back up. It's safer." you stated before shooing him back upstairs. You spent the rest of the afternoon getting to know him (until your dad told him he had to go), so you said you'd see him tomorrow.

Time skip

Months had gone by since your first conversation with Tate. Since then, he had become more and more clingy. Always wanting to be around you or feel your warm body on his, holding you close. It had started when you told him you were going out for an hour or two. When you came back, you found him sulking on the stairs.

This time when you left you came back to him in tears, under the covers, on your bed. He had thought you left him, poor boy.

You had to comfort him until he fell asleep in your arms ♡

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[crystaistar]

"Come on and haunt me, I know you want me"

Peter Maximoff x fem!reader (short)

Summary: You invited Peter over as a joke and it slowly turned more serious...

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, physical fighting (kinda only a little though), Reader's mutant power isn't mentioned, so it can be depicted as anything! Nor is her best friend

You were bored after a long school day in the x-men mansion. While sitting in your dorm room, you had a smart idea to invite Peter Maximoff over. The speedy kleptomaniac that, for some reason, had an infatuation with you and constantly wanted to be near you.

It had gotten to the point where you felt bad for him. Most of the time, when you were mean to him, he asked what he'd done, but he always took it, took the mean comments, the bullying. Everything.

"And you called me because..?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe with a massive grin. It was more than evident how eager he was, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited that you of all people had called him over.

You turned around and stood up from where you were sitting at your desk, and then walked over to his lively body. You pressed a finger to his temple and pushed his head back against the wall, it hit it with a 'thud'.

He gazed at you blankly for a moment, his hands shoved into his pockets as he bit back a laugh. He found you extremely attractive when you got hansy with him. "Was that really necessary?"

You too bit back a small laugh, trying to keep up your cold facade that was desperately needed for the conversation to not take a drastic turn. "Yes, it was"

He pushed your hand away and forced himself off the wall, standing over you. Despite you being older than him (by a few months), you only came up to his shoulder. That was the main thing he found adorable. "It's just like you to be aggressive"

You pinched his arm as an attempt to stop his boasting (or flirting), and he let out a small 'oww', all while his grin widened. "Did you really need to do that?" He tried to sound bothersome, but overall, it was just an exaggeration. In fact, he enjoyed the physical contact.

"You were eyeing my best friend throughout all of Mr. Howletts (or Logans ;^;) history lesson. She told me you even tried flirting with her. Is this your attempt to regain my interest?" Your voice tinged with jealousy and more seeped into your tone when you tried to suppress it.

"Jesus, you're on about that again? That was hours ago!" Peters grin faded, and he rolled his eyes as he ran a hand through his messy silver hair. "Also, stop being hypocritical. I've seen the way you've been eyeing other mutants in our class"

He wasn't exactly wrong, but that was one time. He had been talking to multiple girls all the time (mainly because they knew he was quicksilver). "You act like you're above all that, and you do the same thing, so the next time I do it and you bring it up, I'll tell you about this conversation again. Plus, why do you care what girls I'm talking to?" He asked.

You pushed his head back against the wall again, a little harder than you intended it to be, but it got your point across nonetheless. Another pained noise escaped his parted lips, and he squinted slightly in pain. The force behind the push startled him, but he regained his composure just the same.

"Jesus, that hurts.. are you trying to give me a concussion, princess?" He muttered, bringing his hand to massage the back of his head while he produced a pout with his lips. You wanted to smack him for even saying a pet name in the sentence, but his brown glossy eyes looked so hurt by your violence (even though it was probably faux)

The hatred in your blood simmered lower and lower before completely disintegrating just by looking at his face, and you turned your head to the side so he couldn't see the blush creeping up your neck. Spoiler, he saw it anyway.

"I know you want me, princess"

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[crystaistar]

me when i get asked why i suddenly dislike a character (i can’t tell them it’s because i read a fanfic where said character made y/n’s life miserable and now i have personal beef with them)

[crystaistar]

Hello sister, pls pls write a small blurb/fic on this for me I’d die 🖤 ilyy !! - Ashlee

Ash !! Yes, I'd love to, pookie xx

Arguments

Eddie Teddy 😋🤞 (fluff headcanons)

More of my work! ☆

This man wouldn't take an argument seriously (unless 100% needed ofc)

If you accused him of something (like cheating) he would crack jokes about how the girls he knew acted

Giving him the silent treatment? Babes, he'd be laughing his ass off. He would also then play the guitar for you to apologise

Yk how people glare when they're mad? Yeah, well he'd just take that as you wanting to snog him (that word was funny to me I'm sorry)

If he was dragging you along with him to sell the mysterious magical powder, and you got upset over that (you silly billy) he'd laugh and kiss your forehead/hold you from behind while he made the transaction (which would probably make you turn away in actual embarrassment.)

He'd let you use his hair products for you curly/wavy hair.

You'd go to Metallica/rock concerts with him, and he'd lend you his (oversized) clothes (that ones specifically for ash 🫶)

HE'D CARVE YOUR NAME INTO HIS GUITAR FOR YOU. you cannot change my mind.

That's all I can think of lol

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[crystaistar]

My fanfictions

My headcannons

Series'

Special!

[crystaistar]

What I do/don't take requests for!

☆ I take requests for:

- FxM, MxM, and any Gender neutral x M/F

- Fluff, Smut, Angst (may take me a while as it's hard for me to create them)

-Age gaps (to a certain extent)

-Character x character, Person (you) x character, Person (you) x whoever (His or her/N)

☆ I will never take requests for:

- Anything with minors (unless it's fluff about siblings, friends, or parents and child)

- Minor x Adult (that's just gross.)

- Grooming, Pedophilia (as stated above), Zoophilia, Human Trafficking, or Kidnapping (I don't think that sexualizing kidnappers is a good thing)

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Minors are also not welcome to interact with my smut posts please! It just makes me uncomfortable.

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[crystaistar]

Submission disclaimer, Masterlist

Name: Crystal || She/Her! 18+

! Submissions : Open !

☆ Welcome to my blog!

- Criticism is not taken, and you will be blocked. Constructive criticism is welcome, and I appreciate the help.

- I haven't been writing for very long, and I'm not actually that creative. Normally my fics aren't that good and to that I apologise.

- I change my theme a lot depending on my mood and I would love to have any suggestions on what to have next!

- I understand that I may not get any requests, but I can't stress enough how much they mean. They give a writer some form of boost for work!

- I have a separate post for requesting, so please check that out too!

- Ideas for fics / themes (as mentioned previously) / anything is appreciated

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