#yes i am shamelessly boosting my p/or/n fic

[americanwh0rerstory]

KINKTOBER DAY SEVEN

inappropriate use of mutation - quicksilver

stalker!peter maximoff x f!reader

SUMMARY: after months of obsession, he finally claims what he saw as ‘his’

CONTENT WARNING: SLIGHT NONCON, drugs (weed), sorta stalking? p in v, hair pulling

A/N: I AM SORRY FOR THE DELAY. it unfortunately will happen sometimes but i’ll post the fics asap <3

MDNI, 18+ CONTENT BELOW. CONSUME AT OWN RISK

Peter wasn’t controlling, he was far from it. but whenever he thought of Y/N he found that he couldn’t help but feel that way. he wanted you all to himself, he wanted you to be his.

he couldn’t help but feel jealous whenever he saw you talking to some of the other guys around the school, however he wouldn’t know that if he wasn’t following from a distance. he always thought of it as ‘protecting’ you, just incase anything happened but deep down he knew what he was doing

he craved those brief moments of eye contact, the way you obliviously smiled and said hi to him whenever he made his presence known to you. he always wondered what it was that he saw in your eyes, so innocent yet he could see that hint of desire beneath the surface; he had to act on it

“sooo… wanna go out one time?” peter blurred out when you greeted him, his lips moving faster than his brain. when you accepted a grin overtook his face, his plan truly was coming together with you being completely oblivious

the date went smoothly: he used his mutation to take you wherever you wanted to go, he made the date as perfect as possible for you. it wasn’t about his enjoyment, it was all about yours.

he brought you back to his place, sharing a joint with you whilst you sat perfectly on his lap. he chose a strain of weed he knew to be an aphrodisiac, just wanting to boost his chances of you giving him that ‘yes’. he had you sat on his lap, which you happy obliged with, whilst the two of you shared a joint.

“i can tell you want it y’know” peter murmurs softly, one hand gently trailing up your thigh whilst his arm snakes around your waist. you went to protest, not wanting to give away your feelings but you was cut off by his cocky and amused scoff “don’t deny it, i can feel you dripping through my jeans”

his hand snuck under your skirt as he spoke, rubbing small circles on your clit through the dampening cotton of your panties, causing your breathing to become heavier and your eyes glazing over with lust. the effects of the weed were hitting you hard,

he gently tugged your panties to the side, the sudden chill hitting your slit caused you to shiver against him. he smirked and slowly began to push his index finger into your tight hole, his middle finger soon following

“i know you like it” he mumbled, his warm breath hitting your ear. he wasn’t wrong though, your body betrayed you and only made you even wetter around his fingers. he scissored them back and forth within you; stretching you out and scoffing with amusement whenever you let out one of your ‘cute little moans’ as he’d call it

he kept fingering you, using his mutation to turn his hand into a human vibrator and bring you just to the brink of orgasm before pulling out. he bent you over the foot of his bed, making sure you could see your fucked out face in his mirror headboard whilst he slid into you and resumed the fast pace

“c’mon babygirl, it’s me. thought you’d know it’ll be fast” peter taunted as he pulled your hair, yanking your head back whilst he mercilessly pounded into you from behind; forcing your back into an arch. his mutation made his movements so fast you couldn’t tell whether he was pumping in or out of you anymore

your walls squeezed around his dick which caused him to let out a whine of pleasure, blabbering curses of euphoria. he threw his head back in satisfaction, letting out shamelessly loud and lewd moans which coincided with your own pleasure filled mewls.

his thrusts remained fast but occasionally grew sloppy as he neared the edge, his tip ramming against your cervix with each thrust that only brought you closer too, until your joint orgasm

white-hot flushes of pleasure crashed over you in waves, your eyes squeezing shut as tears of satisfaction began to prick in your tear ducts. you felt the warm ropes of his milky seed spurt into you and paint your insides white.

peter felt that intense euphoria too, low moans escaped his lips whilst occasionally letting your name spill. he felt his release pump out of his tip and into you, satisfying his desire to claim you which he had felt for so so long

“youre mine now, babycakes” he grinned before planting a kiss to your forehead “if you want to be, that is” he said despite already knowing the answer

A/N: once again i’m sorry for the delay, i hope this was worth it <3

[quasiimodo]

When Tenya Iida confesses his feelings to Ochaco Uraraka, the last thing he expects is to be invited over for a night with her and her boyfriend, Izuku Midoriya.

Maybe some friendships are meant to be ruined.