#evan x taissa

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EVAN PETERS and TAISSA FARMIGA as KYLE SPENCER and ZOE BENSON (AMERICAN HORROR STORY: COVEN)

"You're the first hot girl I've ever met who doesn't wanna talk about herself."

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Frat boy Kyle Spencer x fem!reader

tags: slight angst, fluffy smut!

warnings: swearing, public sex, mentions of Kyle's abuse (poor baby), handjob, p in v.

summary: frat boy kyle being a sweetheart. that's all i have to say.

character count: 11k.

full fic under the cut ↓

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“I'm not going.” You replied, your voice firm and your eyes fixated on the math book that sat on the library's desk, trying to avoid the gaze-that you knew you couldn't resist-of the boy sitting in front of you. You heard him sigh as his doe eyes desperately tried to meet yours.

“But everyone is going…you can't miss it.” Kyle replied with his soft voice.

“I've never gone to any of those parties…why do you want me to go to this one so badly?” You spoke, with a noticeable hint of frustration in your voice.

“Because it's the end of the semester…something to celebrate. Plus, it's gonna be epic.” He said with a toothy smile plastered on his face.

“No, thanks. You know I don't roll with those frat boys.” You rolled your eyes, your words coming out harsh and spiteful.

“I'm a frat boy.” He said, raising an eyebrow, clearly confused by your statement.

“Yea- but you're…different.” You sighed.

It was true. He was indeed different from the frat boys he was friends with. You and Kyle met in Junior year of high school. You were paired up by your physics teacher, who suggested you could tutor Kyle, that at the time had terrible grades. You two clicked instantly, he was fun and outgoing, and you enjoyed spending time with him. Kyle had grown to be incredibly thankful for your help, in fact, he insisted that you were the one who made him passionate about physics, the subject that he used to despise and that now was his main department in college. Although he could seem like the usual asshole frat boy, Kyle was sweet and caring. You knew it, and no one could’ve made you change your mind on that. He was simply a sweetheart.

“Listen, I know my mates may seem rude or not well-behaved…but trust me, as a leader, I established some rules for them. They won’t act crazy, I promise.” His kind voice brought you back from your thoughts. You sighed, thinking about it.

“Brennan’s hosting the party in his summer mansion…it’s next to the beach- it’s so cool, I swear. I-I’ll take you there! I can pick you up and take you home…” He added, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Please?” He said in an adorable voice, his puppy eyes looking hopeful into yours.

You sighed, you didn’t wanna go, but it was utterly impossible to say no to him.

“Fine.”

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You were touching up your makeup. You were ready for the “big night” Kyle was so excited about. You decided to wear something a bit more revealing, a black minidress, because-okay, you didn’t wanna go- but you couldn’t be annoyed and unfashionable all at once.

While taking a final look in the mirror, you heard a knock on your door. You grabbed your bag and opened the door to see Kyle-in his usual frat sweater-smiling at you. He looked at you up and down, scaring you slightly. What if he didn’t like the dress or how it looked on you?

Fortunately, all your concerns faded once you saw his smile widening.

“Woah…you look beautiful. Seriously…you’re stunning.” He said, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, he wasn’t used to seeing you like this.

You felt your cheeks heat up at the compliments.

“Thank you…” You gave him an awkward smile and bit your lip.

“Shall we get going?” You suggested, to which he nodded. He took your hand and helped you step down the porch. Kyle led you to his car, and opened the door for you with a cute grin.

The ride was calm, you chit-chatted here and there about random stuff, and you swore you saw him staring at your body a few times. After 15 minutes or so, you eventually arrived at the party. Kyle was right, the mansion was beautiful and it faced the sea. You could see lights and music blasting out of the house. He gave you an excited grin and helped you out of the car, walking with you inside the house. It was overflowing with people laughing, playing games and having fun. As much as it seems hard to believe, you didn’t know anyone of those many people. They had familiar faces, sure, but you couldn’t consider them your actual friends. You sighed and nervously looked at Kyle who, on the other side, was flashing smiles to all his fellow frat brothers and friends. You noticed how comfortable he was in his habitat, and how you envied him for that. He introduced you to many people-whom you couldn’t even remember the names of-that obviously didn’t care much about getting to know you, since they even could’ve sworn you did not go to that college. You were invisible even when the attention was on you, and Kyle clearly didn’t catch that. So when he was dragged by his mates to some kind of game, he told you with a chuckle and a rushed tone

“I-I’ll be right back! Chat with the girls, they’re fun!”

Fun. Right. You didn't mean to sound like an antisocial bitch, but they were everything but fun. You saw them from afar just taking pictures of each other-to show on Instagram how much fun they were pretending to have having-or teasing each other about their crushes. You felt bored, so you sat on a chair, sipping a cup of-what you hoped was-punch and waited for Kyle. Time passed, and he didn’t show up, so you got up and started searching for him. It didn’t take you much to find him. Kyle was on the karaoke stage, singing “Rosanna” by Toto.

“Meetcha all the way! Nananaaaaah…” He “singed” while laughing with his mates.

You were conflicted on what to do now. You didn’t want to be a bummer by clinging to him all night, but you were truly bored and felt lonely. So, you did what you believed was best for everyone, you grabbed your stuff and left. The moment you stepped outside, you were met by an unfamiliar feeling of peace, the view surprising you for its beauty and for being so…empty. It was quiet, the only sound that could be heard were the waves splashing against the sand, no people around. You smiled and made your way to the pier nearby. You sat on it and took your shoes off, allowing your feet to sink in the water.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you were brought back to reality when you felt Kyle's voice behind you.

“Here you are! I searched for you everywhere!” He was breathing fast, you believed he had been running while seeking for you.

“I thought I left you a message?” You tilted your head.

“Oh… Sorry. I can’t find my phone. Why are you all alone here? The whole fun is inside!” He replied with a giant boyish smile.

“I like it better here. It’s boring inside.” You turned your face to look at the sea again.

“What? How can you call it boring? There are plenty of games! And people inside-” you cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

“Kyle, I hate to break it to you, but I’m not popular like you. The people inside couldn’t care less about me. I feel less lonely here than in that crowded house.”

He looked at you confused.

“Aw, c’mon…don’t be like this. They’re nice people, you just have to make an effort to try to meet them, and I’m sure you’ll have fun.” You didn’t know why those words started a fire in you.

“They’re not my friends, Kyle. I can’t stand those people, I don’t get along with them. And trust me, I’ve tried to be social and friendly, but you may have to consider the idea that not everyone is like you. You’re easygoing and social, you're a freaking frat boy for fuck’s sake. It’s easy for you to say those things.”

He looked at you, mouth agape at your sudden outburst.

“…why didn’t you just tell me?” He looked at you like a sad puppy for bringing you somewhere that made you uncomfortable.

“And be more of a bummer? No, thanks. They already hate me, I don't wanna be a party pooper as well.” You crossed your arms.

He sat next to you on the pier and his fingers gently grazed your jaw to make you look at him.

“You’re not a bummer to me…a-and I’m sorry about that… I shouldn’t have left you alone. Sorry.”

You wanted to be mad at him, truly, but those cute brown eyes melted your heart in every way possible. You bit your lip as you admired him lovingly. He was so caring and sweet, how did you manage to get this lucky?

“I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable, I- that’s the last thing I’d ever want. You know I care about you… I can’t stand you being mad at me. Please, forgive me?”

You felt your heart tighten at those words. You gave him a slight nod as your eyes travelled down his lips. You wanted to kiss him so badly, and he probably caught onto that, since he slowly leaned in to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. He pulled away slightly, mumbling against your lips.

“Was that okay?” You nodded, and he leaned in again, kissing you once more. This time he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slip in your mouth and softly swirling it around yours. You let out a breath at how right that felt and how sweet he was being. You pulled him slightly closer and moved your hand to rest on his neck and caress the skin of it. After a bit, you moved your lips to peck his jaw a few times before trailing them down on his neck. Your lips worked sweetly on his skin at first, earning a few sighs from him. As the tension grew, you started sucking his neck, leaving red marks. He groaned and grabbed your waist, you subtly moved your hand down to massage the bulge from his pants. He let out a tiny gasp, and you felt him stiffen, not in a good way. You looked up at him with a confused expression.

“I-I’m sorry…please keep going…” He said with a nervous smile.

“What’s wrong? Did you not like that? It’s okay if you don’t want to…” You gave him a comprehensive look.

“No! I like that… I swear. Just…bad memories.”

“Do you wanna talk about it…?”

“No, I just wanna feel good now.”

You nodded and gave him a gentle peck on his lips before gently undoing his zipper. You ran your fingers over the visible shape of his dick through his underwear, earning a groan from him. You looked at him for consent before gently pulling his boxers down. You blushed as you saw him so vulnerable for the first time. Your fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking him slowly. He let out a breathy moan.

“G-god…don’t stop…”

You smiled and started progressively speeding up. After a few minutes, you heard his moans grow louder, and you felt his strong hand gripping your wrist.

“I…wanna do it. Is that okay?”

You nodded, and he sat up to gently remove your dress and everything underneath. He was stunned by your body, staring at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He helped you lay down, with a massive gentleness, as if you were capable of breaking if handled too roughly. He hovered on top of you, caressing your face as he lined up your entrance with his dick.

“This okay?” He muttered under his breath, to which you answered with a nod. He gently pushed into you, allowing you to adjust to the new feeling. He groaned when he pushed himself all the way in. He held your hand sweetly.

“Can I start moving?”

“Mhm…”

He slowly started thrusting in you, earning moans from you both. He gripped your hand tighter as he felt how your walls clenched around him. When he felt like you were ready, he started going faster, gripping your hand tightly and kissing you repeatedly through the whole thing. You could've sworn you were seeing stars when he started hitting your G-spot with his tip. Soon enough, your moans got louder and you felt yourself coming on his dick. He tried his best to contain his moans and as soon as you finished he pulled out to come on your tummy. He collapsed onto you, pecking your face repeatedly.

“I love you…” He mumbled.

After some time had passed, he got up and cleaned you with the salty water, giggling like a teen boy receiving his first kiss. When he helped you gain your-and his-decency again, he got up, throwing an arm around you and walking happily towards his car.

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a/n: I love Kyle he's so babygirllll. also look at the cute picture i found on pinterest (the one under the title) that boy looks so much like kyle. got me screaming when I saw it. Anywaysssssss. I might post a part 2 of this with frankenkyle, but I gotta finish Peter fics first (spoiler). Let me know if you like it💕💕

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[redroses07]

[columprncess]

I prepare for the noble war.

Im calm, I know the secret.

And i know no one can stop me.

not even myself.

Tate Langdon (1996)

[hauntedrose555]

I actually NEED a tate langdon bf

[fear-is-truth]

i hope tate and violet enjoy their date ♡

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Waking up to tate grinding softly against your plump ass. His hard on gliding against the soft flesh as he whimpers in his sleep. You reach your hand behind you and lightly shake him "Tate, Honey, wake up."

His eyes flutter open and flash down to notice his cock humping against your thigh. "I-i'm sorry baby. My cocks just so hard it hurts." his voice is stuttery and the poor boy is just so embarrassed :(

But you make sure to reassure him that it's okay. "It's okay baby, just keep going, make yourself feel good." His voice is soft as he mutters out broken thank yous and I love yous.

It doesn't take long for him to finish at the feeling of your soft flesh and his pj pants rubbing his cock just right.

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[violet-harmon2011]

[ethanlaundrv]

girls get to a certain age realize that they are violet harmon 🍂☠️🖋️

[evvyyypeters-fics]

Cigarettes Off the Rooftop

Alive!Violet Harmon x f!reader

Warnings! Smut, porn w/ plot, cigarettes, allusions to Murder House plot, Violet and reader are 18+, semi-public sex, f!ngering, make-outs, semi-proofread, Katy Perry references because I had to ok—

My first full fic after a while! I actually love Violet sm. Depending on how well this is received, I might do more of these (omgilovekissinggirlsilovegirlsomgwlwcore)

The air in Katy Perry’s green grass city was surprisingly chill tonight, the breeze fluttered softly through my hair, and the smell of rain dampening the ground around me filled my senses.

“Pass me that, would you?” She rings out beside me, turning my head, I see a pale, small hand reach out for the half-burnt cigarette hanging from between my lips. Finishing the drag, I pull it between my two fingers and pass it to the girl beside me.

A few months ago, on a whim through my trip in California looking for a college, I met a strange grunge girl whose name was so fitting for such a beautiful, somber flower. I had decided to settle for a university in the area with the degree I was looking for, just so I could be near her. And it was just my luck that we ended up in the same school, coincidentally.

Now we’re practically inseparable, we’ve even started considering renting a place together in some dingy shopping strip, which is the perfect aesthetic for her Tumblr girl vibes. After a session of searching for a place, here we sit on the rooftop of a dingy old building, overlooking the city lights, and people watching. Whilst sharing a random cigarette from my pocket, and a pair of headphones blasting Morrissey, TV Girl and Cigarettes After Sex from her ipod. Occasionally some Ethel Cain too that I had introduced her to, which was met with enthusiasm.

Violet Harmon is a strange and wild girl, but despite that, there is something that draws me so close to her. We’re like magnets, polar opposites, and yet we always find a way to stick together. I guess that’s why I fell in love with her so easily.

“Oh, this bridge is my favorite!” She chirps excitedly, staring down at the ipod for a moment to catch the song as the chorus rises through the wired earbuds. My gaze quickly flicks back to the girl beside me, but I can barely focus on the song blasting in my ear when I catch a glimpse of her dirty blonde hair resting over her shoulders, her brown eyes all highlighted by the warm twinkling of the city draped by night. I watched the flaming glow of the cigarette floating before her lips, before drifting away as an invisible cloud of smoke rises and hazes over her features that I trace.

She was alluring and mysterious, despite knowing her for a few months, there was so much I didn’t know about her. I could feel it, and it wasn’t even as if she was hiding it. It was a part of her that just existed, and all I had to do was ask the right questions, but something about it felt wrong. I didn’t want to ruin the mystery of the beautiful girl in front of me, I trusted that eventually, I would know. I would know it all and when I did, I would love her even more.

My gaze ended on her bright lips, pink as a strawberry (and probably tasted like one too–). Eventually she noticed my wandering eyes and she pulled from watching the street below our dangling feet to my stricken gaze that was drinking her in silently.

“Is there something on my face?” She asks, smirking as she takes another drag of the cigarette, the flame growing and crackling as she pulls it in.

My face becomes quickly flush with embarrassment at her comment, realizing how long I had been staring mindlessly at her.

“N-No, nothing. Sorry.” I stutter out and flick my gaze away from her quickly and onto a building from farther away.

“Geez, I’m just joking, relax a little would you? I don’t mind.” She says, holding the cigarette back out to me between her fingers. “Here, take another drag, you need it.” She nods to me, and I comply, taking a slow drag of the cigarette and savoring its black coffee flavor in my mouth before expelling it slowly into the air in front of me.

Now I could feel her eyes on me, watching me as I took the puff. It made my stomach stir and flutter, feeling those bright, warm colored irises glued onto me, the prospect of them possibly admiring me sent my mind into a frenzy.

“Though, why do you stare at me so much?” She breaks the crisp silence with a more sultry tone, her torso turning closer towards me and making my heart strike with one loud beat that radiates through my entire body. “And you can’t say you don’t, because I notice, all the time–actually.” My heart practically sinks into my chest and nestles, wanting to hide itself.

“It’s just–I..” Choking the words that are filling my head frantically at a 100 miles per hour, not sure of which ones to say, or how to make sense of them. “You’re just really pretty, and I–” My eyes flickering around her finally land back onto her face and see she’s staring at me intensely with a curious, pondering look that makes her eyes look almost hungry and my whole body begins to pound with the rush of my blood.

I pause for a moment, and to my surprise, she takes the moment to carefully lunge forward and press a searing kiss to my lips. Strawberries, just like I thought. Mixed with a strong hint of the cigarette we had been sharing. It was nirvana, kissing her. Her hand reached up and held my face gently and I felt her slender fingers slide under my jawline and hold me in place. The almost burnt cigarette drops off the roof and onto the pavement of the sidewalk, letting out a final crackle before becoming trash. After a few seconds of being stunned into place, I melt into the kiss and press back into her and I can almost feel her smile when she notices the relaxation of my muscles.

I had never imagined in a million years that I would make out with my best friend, Violet Harmon, on the rooftop of some dingy old apartment building. But here I was, pulled off the edge, my legs intertwined with hers as we mutually shoved our tongues down each other’s throats. The smell of her perfume and hair wash filled my nose, the taste of her chapstick and cigarettes, it was all better than my wildest dreams, overbearing and real. I had never even considered that Violet was into girls like that, especially me. But I was proven quickly wrong, especially when her hand slid down from behind my neck, over my shoulder and rested on the small of my back, where she pulled me closer. A tighter grip on under my jaw with her other hand to guide me before her fingers traced my thigh and danced up under my skirt, causing a shaking breath to slip from between my lips. She smirked into the kiss before biting my bottom lip, pressing a soft kiss to make up for the cheeky bite.

Her fingers quickly found the damp fabric of my panties from under my skirt, my hips rolling into them as soon as I felt the warm press. She was just as eager as me, because she wasted no time to slide them halfway down my thighs before testing my swollen clit with small, gentle circles. Our kisses became more hot and passionate, hungry as we ate each other’s face, her other hand still gripping firmly between my face and my neck as I ground my hips into her hand, her hands now slick and sticky with my arousal.

A small moan passes from my lips and into her mouth when she slides in a digit, curling the finger around to find the spongy spot of heaven before dipping in another, her fingers massaging the gummy flesh with precision and purpose as she practically coaxed an orgasm out of me. For someone I had thought was completely straight and pretty virginal, she had quite the experience. But I chalked it up to: personal practice. Regardless, I was blissed out. The hungry kisses that had trailed down from my lips to my face, to my neck–sloppy and wet, to the warm press and massage of her fingers teasing my clenching, pulsing walls and puffy clit, I was truly in heaven.

It didn’t take much longer for a warm gush of come to spurt onto the concrete building beneath us, and the soft flesh of her hand. She placed an endearing and proud kiss on my cheek as she slid away her hand and licked my taste off her fingers, her eyes boring into mine with that fiery gaze I love so much.

Katy Perry was right, California girls really are, unforgettable.

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Violet and Tate edit

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[bluerthanvelvet444]

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(Peter Maximoff x fem!reader)

tags: sfw and nsfw.

warnings: none.

character count: 7k.

this was a request!

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He LOVES playing games with you.

Peter was often bored, being locked in his mother’s basement led to doing the same things over and over again. This is why he loved playing games with you, no matter if they were board games or card ones, he was utterly fond of the idea of games ending in many different ways and sometimes taking different turns, never knowing if a game could last minutes or hours. He would throw game nights with candies and junk food. He really liked playing Cluedo, especially roleplaying the whole thing, he would get SO into the character, many times taking it personally when he was accused of being the murderer, always doing accents and creating a whole backstory (even if not needed). He believed it was “funnier” this way…but really, he was just a dork by nature. He enjoyed Monopoly too, although getting into the character in this game would often lead to him getting SO mad when things started to go bad for him. He claimed he was “the best gamer of all times” but in reality was actually pretty bad, especially with strategy games since he tended to act impulsively without logic. Many times you had to let him win to avoid cocky tantrums and just getting his ego hurt.

He is constantly spoiling you with gifts.

His main goal in life was owning the "Twinkie" company being the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. So whatever you desired, he gave you.

“Look how cute this is Pet-” You started while pointing at the picture of what you wanted, and before you knew it, Peter left your room at the highest of speeds just to come back in the blink of an eye with the thing you were just talking about in his hands.

“Gotcha.” He winked with a cute smirk.

“Peter! You didn’t have to. You probably spent so much for this…” You said, feeling guilty.

“Who said I paid for it?”

He takes you anywhere you want.

You mentioned wanting to go to the beach? He took you there in no time, not even letting you put your swimsuit on.

You dreamed of going to Paris? Sweep. Two seconds and you were taking a picture under the Tour Eiffel while he was holding a baguette and had a fake mustache on.

In the little time you started dating him, you already visited more places than you did in your entire life, and your bedroom was full of polaroids of you two around the world. This counts for concerts and other things too. He’s basically a free VIP pass.

He always matches your mood.

If you wanted to go to the cinema and watch a movie, he would sneak you two in the theater, stealing popcorn and all types of soda.

If you wanted to party hard and just forget about everything for a night, he would throw the BIGGEST party in the x-men’s mansion, just for you.

If you wanted to stay home and relax, he would grab a comfy blanket and a few snacks, cuddling up against you. Either spooning you or being spooned.

He hypes you up no matter what, he’s your biggest fan.

You were out shopping with Peter, so you took the chance to try some dresses on. You were in the changing room, looking at your body in the mirror. Many thoughts were flowing in your head, you didn’t know if you liked or hated it. Peter slightly peeked from the curtain.

“Babe are ya don- HOLY SHIT!” His eyes widened at the sight of you.

“Do you like it?” You asked while still looking in the mirror.

“Like it? Ya asking me if I- if I like it?! Are ya out of yer mind?! I dont like it! I love it!” He opened wide the whole curtain.

“Mh…I don’t know if this really fits m-” You were cut off by Peter suddenly grabbing your shoulders.

“Fits you?! FITS YA?! Babe.Ya need to get this right now. It was made for you- Holy shit! It looks like it was tailored to you!” He grinned widely.

“i don’t kno-Peter!” You exclaimed as he picked you up in his arms.

“YER STUNNING. Gorgeous! Breathtaking! Damn! Yer really my girl? I’m the luckiest bastard in the world!” He carried you in his arms out of the changing room.

“SHE’S MY GIRLFRIEND! HEY YOU! YES! SHE’S MY GIRLFRIEND! I’M THE LUCKIEST BASTARD IN THE WORLD! WHOOOOO!” He shouted excitedly to the whole store while you covered your burning cheeks and begged him to stop.

He likes watching you put on your makeup, occasionally attempting to put it on you, too.

His tongue poked out of his mouth as he tried to blend the foundation on your skin.

“Why’s this taking so long?!” He huffed.

“Peter, that’s an eyeshadow brush.”

“Oh.”

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He’s horny 24/7.

Because of his speedster genes everything his body did was faster than normal. It was sooo easy to get him hard. You could’ve been either provoking him or doing nothing.

You were laying on the bed, your boyfriend spooning you from behind. You pressed your back against him, earning a groan from him. Thinking you accidentally hurt him, you turned to face him, just to find a visible grown bulge in his pants.

“I barely touched you…” You teased.

“S’the speedster genes…” He whined.

He’s such a switch.

You were sitting between his legs, your back pressed against his chest. His fingers slipping in and out of your entrance with unholy sounds.

“Mh…Just like that, babe…takin’ it so well…” He purred in your ear, causing loud moans to slip out of you. He kept speeding his fingers more and more, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Not wanting to finish alone, you suddenly changed positions, straddling him and stroking his length from his pants.

“A-ah…please babe…” He was already a subby mess under you, whining and begging you for more.

He’s open to all types of sex with you.

Fast? His name is quickie for a reason, his body will be blurred by how fast he will be.

Slow? Mhh…It will be torture for him but, sure, anything to pleasure you.

Loving? He could be hugging you from behind, gently thrusting in you and whispering sweet words and moans in your ear.

Rough? Absolutely. He’ll have you screaming his name as loud as possible. Oh, and prepare for a loooong night, the speedster genes help a lot with his sex drive.

No toys!

One thing he will never accept is you using sex toys. Why on earth would you use a miserable piece of plastic to please yourself when you have him?

He can be a vibrator, a dildo…everything! And a good one too. Whenever you need to feel good, just give him a call! He will drop everything just to have fun with you. Don’t tell Professor X that.

Quickies in public are more common than you think.

With him being always horny, he often found himself staring at you for longer than usual, which sent heat waves straight to his core, even in public.

“Babe…” He started with whispering your name in your ear, his body pressing against yours from behind.

“I need you…” He whined, subtly rubbing his hard-on against your ass. You questioned him, reminding him that you were in public.

He quickly brought you inside a public bathroom. His hands desperately grabbing your body.

“Please…I’ll be quick…” He groaned against your neck, sucking the skin gently. As soon as you agreed, you found yourself pressed up against a wall and his clothes immediately coming off.

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a/n: hiiii!!! my first headcanonssss...tried to put more dorky canon peter. hope you like them!!🩶🩶

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[columprncess]

god i pray for you to give me a guy like evan peters (or evan himself)

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