Being the Pepper Potts to Julian Dillinger’s Tony Stark..? Anyone? Just me?…okay.
Definitely a you fell first, he fell so, so much harder situation.
You started out as his PA, the woman he let handle the “boring” parts of being a CEO. You took care of his meetings, banquets, phone calls and emails. You made sure his best suits were clean and ready for whenever he needed them and showed more girls than you’d like to think about out of his mansion. You got him coffees and food and made sure he was safe on every flight and journey he took..
You found him attractive from the beginning- his tattoos, the confident aura that seemed to surround him constantly, his sarcasm..
You shoved those feelings down because why on earth would your wayyy too hot boss ever even look at you like that?
You’ve always been there for every single one of his meetings and events- supporting him just to the sidelines, cheering him on silently.
You celebrated his wins with him- and watched the way he handled his losses.
There have been wayyy too many times you’d go into your office the next day to find a beautiful bouquet of flowers on your desk or a new bracelet or necklace after he was a dick or after he snapped at you. Giving you stuff. It’s always been his way of apologising. And it’s always the same note attached to the gifts- “Forgive me. -J.”
And- as much as you do love the range of shoes you have now, sometimes all you need is a simple ‘I’m sorry.’ Just a good old fashioned face-to-face approach.
He’s always been..closer to you. Much, much more civil. You’re the only person in the history of his time as CEO that he’s let “boss him around” other than his mother, anyone else that’s even tried has ended up being sacked.
It’s obvious he trusts you more than anyone else- he’s always blurting things out to you, calling you awesome when you realise things he didn’t (before taking the idea for himself)
You’re the only person with a pass into his personal lab and office. You’ve always often found yourself storming in there to persuade him home to get some rest- especially after countless days of working with little to no sleep and/or eating.
He knows, deep down, that if he ever decided to hand the company over to anyone (if he got bored or sick of being CEO) he’d give it all to you. Not that he’d tell you that- ever.
The first time you officially became anything more than his PA was at a Christmas party.
You wore this..beautiful dress- and had heels on that made your legs look like they go on for miles. He had never seen you dress for an occasion like this- and you intrigued him.
He had slipped in front of you, blocking your view of your date, so quickly and so casually that it took you a moment to realise it was your boss stood in-front of you and not Derek the coffee guy .
You had stayed behind to clean up after his co-workers had drank, smoked and partied all night and he (for once) decided to stop and actually..help you- he was drunk and high out of his mind but..he stayed back nonetheless.
It was the first night he realised just how important you were to him and the company. And how attractive you were.
He woke up the next day with a weird sense of urgency to see you. He started to think about you more- and not just when he needed help.
He tested the waters between the two of you for awhile afterwards. A new flirtatious comment every now and then- unexpected compliments and comments about how “good” or “gorgeous” you looked..
He started..actually falling for you. Which scared him a little bit. He stoped seeing girls- started actually getting rest when you told him he needed it, admitted when you were right, started to respect you more…
He even said sorry to you for the very first time after getting stressed over a certain area project he’s been working on for years on went wrong yet again.
Eventually, he asked you to dinner, claiming it would be “entirely professional” with that smug smirk of his..
It stayed professional for exactly 25 minutes before you ended up riding him in his, very expensive, sports car- your dress (that he bought for you) pushed up with his pants pulled down to his thighs.
The two of you started dating very soon after.
Your faces were on every magazine for weeks after- it was basically NYCs biggest scandal. Billionaire Julian Dillinger- known playboy -falls for his PA? Who knew!
You became..the single-handedly most important thing in his life.
Ares was suddenly no longer just about being “better” but also knowing that if anything happened in the future- you’d be safe. With every click of his keyboard and line of code he finished, he thought of you.
The highlight of his day was no longer staying in his lab, typing away on his computer anymore. It was coming home and seeing you, in nothing but his shirt on his couch..
A soft huff escaped your lips as you climbed the grand staircase, your arms were full of shopping bags. James had given you enough money to buy a house, insisting you go out and spend your day shopping. You didn’t mind the getaway, it was nice to hear yourself think outside of all the construction sounds. As you approached the penthouse suite your brow furrowed. You could’ve sworn James told you your room was completely finished, so why was there a loud hammering coming from beyond the door?
You pressed your cheek to the door before calling out through the thick wood.
“ James?! Is that you? ”
-
James greeted you with a smile, sending you off with a plentiful sum of cash to go shopping for the day. He watched from the stairs as you made your way out of the hotel. He didn’t intend for his next victim to be taken in your shared penthouse suite, but it was what the moment called for. The hotel was running rampant with construction workers, and the penthouse was the only room that was completely finished.
He had met this man during a business meeting, James could never quite place what possessed him to kill, but he knew the feeling when his eyes landed on their next victim.
That’s exactly how he ended up in this predicament, his wife on the other side of the door while he stood,axe in hand over a beheaded business colleague.
“ Give me just a moment my dear! ”
A small huff escaped your lips, plopping the full shopping bags down onto the hotel floor.
While you stood bored in the hall, just beyond your front door was a gruesome murder. James wasn’t panicking, he calmly dragged the man off, disposing of him through a hidden shoot disguised as a wall safe. Quickly James tossed down his head, followed by the rug that was now covered in blood, along with his axe.
He gave himself a quick once over in the mirror before spotting the blood covering his suit. He scoffed softly, yanking off his bloodied suit, leaving him in only his black trousers.
-
Finally the penthouse door opened revealing James standing there, chest slightly heaving, his gelled hair falling down his forehead, and his usually perfect three piece suit was discarded on the floor leaving him in only his trousers.
“ What took you so long? ”
“ I was in the middle of a business call. Let me help you with your bags. ”
Quickly James scooped up your shopping bags from the floors, bringing them into the penthouse.
“ Why don’t you show me what my wife spent my money on, hm? ”
A smile graced your lips before you scooped up your bags, running off to try on the many things you bought.
James sat on the bed, his back pressed against the headboard, a glass of scotch in hand. He watched as you came out in a striped, black and white dress, before running off to try on another. Each dress was different from the last, stripes, polka dots, flowers, plain, each one was different, but each suited you better than the last.
It had been a few minutes since you last came out in a new dress and James was growing curious about your absence. Before he could get off the bed he heard the bathroom door open.
James’ eyes widened, his fingers clenched around his scotch glass. You stood in the doorway to the bathroom wearing a silk slip dress, the top lined with lace, and a small garter on your thigh to match. A small grin crept across your lips as James stared on.
His mouth was dry, his expression was blank, he had never seen you in anything like this garment. You looked like the definition of beauty, and you were his to keep all to himself.
“ Do I just get to look or can I touch as well? ”
A laugh escaped you before you sauntered over to James’ bedside. You crawled up onto the bed, straddling his lap, your hands coming to rest on his chest.
“ Do you like it? ”
“I absolutely adore it. ”
Your smile grew wider, as did James’. You knew things weren’t perfect in your marriage, but moments like these made it all worth it. You loved James and he loved you, it was clear as day.
James’ hands wandered the silky fabric, slowly sliding it up your thighs, past your hips, until it caught around your waist. His hands moved to toy with the matching lace panties you wore. His hands dropped from your body to his own. He moved you off his lap, allowing him to free himself from the confines of his tight trousers.
He stood tall and proud, his cock bobbing forward, resting against his stomach. Slowly you crawled back on top of James before allowing him to take the lead. He guided your panties to the side before gently helping you down onto his shaft.
Your hands rested on top of his shoulders giving you just enough leverage to ride him at your own pace. Your head fell back and your eyes shut, your mind fogged by the pleasure. James was affected, but evidently not as much as you were, between his words of praise and kisses he updated you on the status of the hotel. It was one of James’ less savoury features.
Slowly one of your hands slipped from his shoulders before coming to land firmly over his lips. James didn’t protest, even if he did you couldn’t be bothered to hear. Your moans were growing louder, your hips moving faster. James knew his wife well enough to give her what she needed. His hips bucked against your, his nails dug into your hips pulling you down harder onto his shaft, making sure each of his thrusts pushed as deep as you needed. His pace never slowed, his rhythm never faltered; it was like he was perfectly in tune with you.
James watched as your eyes rolled back, as your body froze and tensed with baited breath before he felt that familiar warmth. His hips bucked into yours before inevitably you drained him for all he was worth. You became like mush, melting into one another, your cheeks flushed, your chests heaving.
James’ fingers traced gentle shapes into your skin, his lips pressing kisses anywhere he could reach.
“ Get some rest my love, I have business that needs tending to. ”
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who is a complete and total tease. Not just in the "flex his arm while you're trying not to stare" way, but also in the" tickling you until you admit you're his" way. He lives to see you blush and stumble on your words.
"C'mon, say it!" "I'm not gonna say it!" "I won't stop until ya' do~! Cmon, who's my Mrs Darling?" "I am, I am, gosh, just quit!"
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who is a SUCKER for women who can cook. Freakshow and diner food is usually greasy and quick, so don't be surprised if he gulps down half of the stew you've spent all morning on. He doesn't expect you to cook, but it's an added bonus if you can.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who would need to date someone who's at minimum odd. He can have flings with city girls and waitresses all he wants, but a long term commitment needs a good base. You both need to be able to relate in some way. It doesn't have to be big, you don't have to be a "freak" as well. Weird obsession with bugs? You know what, fuck yeah. Contortionist, tightrope walker, corde lisse specialist, impressionist? Hell yeah! Even just some girl obsessed with odd things who sells snacks at the show will work. His person also needs to be touring with the show. Again, they don't have to be a "freak", but it's hard for him to get long term with someone he can only send letters and calls to.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who drags you into his trailer after each show. It's a lucky day for you if you don't end up with all his weight piled on top of you, cuddling you to death. It gets to a point that you two just share the trailer.
"Jimmy! You're crushing me!" "I don't weigh that much! You'll live. I'm exhausted." "Jimmy!"
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who can and will brag about you at any point. To guests, to his mom, to the other acts, to anyone. He's a lover boy.
"And if you'd like some refreshments, folks, go see my favorite charming girl who's running our drink stand tonight!"
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who will find you when he wants you. You could be talking with one of the other acts and - poof, you're being picked up by a pair of familiar sun-kissed hands. You might even get spun a few times.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who still very much gets stage fright, and very much practices on you. It gets to the point that it's annoying. Usually, Jimmy can't annoy you, but hearing the same short routine makes you huff out a: "yes, Jimmy, that was great. Like the last four times."
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who, inversely, helps you with your stage fright. If you're an act or maybe just some type of announcer, he's still there to help. He'll even hype you up if you're shy and doing something like selling popcorn.
"You'll do great, toots, customers are gonna love you just as much as I do! You'll charm them to no end, I might have to tussle with a few of 'em."
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who isn't much into the idea of traditional proposing, just because it never really comes up. Once you two have been together for long enough, he just starts referring to you as his wife. No need for papers or a big wedding - much to Elsa's dissatisfaction.
"Oh, her? Oh, yeah, she's a catch, but she's off the market. Yep, that's my girl right there - Mrs. Darling."
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who, once while you two explored a mall near where they had a show, bought you a lobster plush. It was really cheap and kinda ugly, but it started this trend of him trying to find something lobster themed in every new town you guys visit. Your trailer is overrun with lobster things, especially plushies.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who spends as much time as possible exploring new towns with you. He loves taking you to shops and diners and movies, with his gloves on, of course. Without fail he'll plan some type of date, even if it's just walking about the show grounds.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who's not a ladies man in the traditional sense. He messes around a lot, but it's not just for sex. He falls fast and he falls hard and he falls easily. He's more of a hopeless romantic than anything. He doesn't like saying goodbyes and having short relationships, he wants something strong that lasts.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who is very, very easy to distract. A single kiss on the cheek, a small wave when you walk by, a blown kiss from across the stage, and a little note you slip into his pocket can all lead to him wandering to you - ready to spoil you to no end.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who loves seeing you in his clothes. His T-shirts are his favorite to give you, especially when you pair them with a pair of his boxers or a pair of your underwear. He also loves to put you in his leather jacket, just because it's so his.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who'd never yell at you. Part because he respects you, part because he saw the way you bit your finger when he yelled at Elsa and he'd prefer to finish an argument rather than get into...that.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who has, and will continue, to sing for you. He knows you like his voice, and he'll use that to get some brownie points. Even when he runs out of songs, he'll start making up stuff.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who's a stubborn bastard. You need a saint's patience to deal with this boy, but it's worth it. Jimmy needs someone who won't pull the "I told you so" card on him.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who doesn't let his dad near you.
"Dell, don't you even fucking look at her. That girl is my goddamn world and if you even look in her direction for more than a second I'll haul your ass three states away and leave you in a river, you fucking hear me?"
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who you've come to learn is a cryer. He cries when he's scared, he cries when he's angry, he cries when he's really happy, he cries a ton when he's drunk, he cries when he thinks about the future - both good and bad, and he cries when he thinks about you [happy tears, I swear.]
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who lets you patch up his clothes and gloves if needed. Even if your patchwork isn't the greatest, he loves it. It's a reminder of you everywhere he goes.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling whose nicknames for you are the usual ones: doll, dollface, toots, sugar, sweetness, pretty girl, honey, darlin'. Occasionally he'll call you his minx or his Mrs. Darling, but he also sticks to your name pretty often. He tends to get more nickname-y when you guys are being sappy or flirty. Also he's definitely called you sugar tits before and you hated it.
"Can you hand me that wrench, sugar tits?" "Yeah, I- wait, ew, what the hell did you just call me??" "Sugar tits, I heard it in a bar." "Eww! Never do that again! How would you like it if I called you sweet nuts or something? It's weird!" "Yeah I can't argue with that."
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who teaches you how to hunt. He's not great at much, but he's good at hunting and he'd like to share that with you.
"Hey, sweetness, no, no, don't cry, it's just a rabbit. It's just a rabbit!" "I killed a bunny!" "No- well, yeah, you did, but that's just the circle of life, sweetness."
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who babbles when he's drunk. Jimmy is a lover though and through, and it comes out more when he's drunk. He's also insecure when he's drunk.
"Mmm, I love you. You're so pretty and fun and I love you..." "I love you too, Jimmy, but how much did you drink?" "I don't know, I didn't count. I missed you...why weren't you there?" "I was there, sweetie, I was just talking to a friend." "..." "Jimmy?" "Are you gonna leave me cause I'm a freak? I'm a freak and people hate freaks and you're gonna leave me..." "Jimmy! Where's this coming from?" "I love you..."
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who sees you all dolled-up for the first time and lets his jaw go slack. There was some event Elsa had sent you two on where you had to dress classier. Jimmy wore some old plain suit, but Elsa had made you get your hair and makeup done. Your makeup is nice, not gaudy like stage makeup, and your hair is all nice and styled. And that dress is going to kill him.
"My God, toots, you're gonna knock me dead." "Shucks, Jimmy, you look amazing." "I look stupid." "Well I feel stupid, to be fair." "You're making me stupid, toots, how about after this we get real stupid and-" "Will you two shut up!?"
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who makes sure to turn up the radio on your favorite songs. He's a lover through and through. This man makes sure to memorize you like a book - all in the name of love. When breakfast is going and you're cooking or eating, he's always beside you, playing with the radio until he finds the station that makes you smile the most. Some nights he stays up next to a radio, hurriedly writing down the lyrics to your favorite songs so he can perform them later.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who hates seeing you cry. There's a lot of things to be down about in this world, but he'll try and help you see the best. If the usual rubbing your back and reassuring you doesn't work, then he'll grab some of his props and do an impromptu comedy act for you. Most of the time you both end up laughing until you can't remember why you were crying in the first place.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who's sickeningly sweet, and the whole troop knows it. You two are always touching or talking or just existing next to each other. You run to each other first if you're separated. As the murders ramp up, he makes sure to have you at his side at all times. His mom was extremely familiar with you - and yes, she liked you. You're good for Jimmy. Elsa likes you too, not just because you're an employee but also because Jimmy is a bit less argumentative when you're around. Jimmy Darling is a man shaped by emotion - and by extension, love. He loves with his whole body, and everyone can see that. He's got his faults and he knows it, but he'll do his best - that's all he can do.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who treats you so much differently than the ladies at the Tupperware parties. He still goes, just to have the money, but he doesn't enjoy it much anymore - not when he has you. With them, everything he does is flavored with a sense of transactionalism. With you, it's more soft. More intimate. He's actually hesitant to use his hands during sex with you.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who, again, is nothing if not a tease. He loves dumb-talking you, making you melt into his sheets and whine all night. He's ruthless, but he'd never hurt you.
"That's my girl, all stupid when I'm in you. Are you liking that? Your face is all red. You're enjoying this, huh, stupid girl?"
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who's a perfect mix of praise and degradation. He loves calling you pretty, he loves calling you his, but he'll also sneak in a small remark here and there.
"There she is, that's my pretty girl. That's it, look in that mirror and see how good of a slut you are."
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who's a dom most of the time, usually on the softer side. But he won't mind letting you take the reigns, especially if he's tired or drunk.
"Someone's feisty tonight. Think you can handle being on top? I'll let you try, dollface, but don't tire yourself out."
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who is never not dirty talking or chuckling or something along that line. The only time he's quiet is if you two are having a quickie and you need to be quiet.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who's all praise if you're having a bad day. He knows when something is crossing a line, and again, he'd never do anything to hurt you.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who has, many a time, found himself setting up for apology sex. Maybe he let a customer flirt with him for too long or he made a comment a little too old fashioned, but you had gotten upset at him. So he does what he knows best. Apology sex may include anything cheesy, such as: rose petals, dumb music, him singing, candles, chocolate, some sad looking plush, and a very, very pouty Jimmy.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who is an avid panty thief. When you two are getting down and dirty, it's not a shock to have him stuff your underwear in his back pocket for later.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who is a total cuddler after. The moment you both hit your release, he's crumpling on top of you and taking a nap.
"Jimmy, Jimmy, I gotta go piss. Wake up!" "Mm, fine but hurry."
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who can and will use his size and strength to his advantage. Circus work keeps him in great shape, and he'll make sure you get the perks too.
"You like that? Oh, I know you do. Gets ya' sopping when I hold you against the wall like this."
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who's not risking any pregnancies. If he doesn't have condoms, then he's pulling out as fast as possible. He's not risking having a baby in the freak show.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who has an extremely rampant sex drive. Man's got nothing to do but perform and do chores, so he'll take his free time to please his girl.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who gives and takes equally. If you blow him, he'll eat it until you're begging him to stop. And he would like the same vise-versa.
☆ BF! Jimmy Darling who is a sucker for lap dances. And pole dancing. Anything showy will get him on you like a dog.
"Woah, girl, someone's excited. Yeah, keep moving for me, just like that. Show me exactly how much you want me."
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GAHHH I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS MY FIRST JIMMY DARLING POST 😭 I have only 4 episodes left of Freakshow I'm gonna cry it's such a fun ride. It's my first AHS season so idk which one I'll do next, either hotel or asylum. Also I have another jimmy post planned 😈 Anyway ☝️☝️ here's a song I thought fit Jimmy in the romantic 😈 sense 👇
Warning: NSFW, slightly clingy Peter Maximoff, Peter is a desperate and a virgin
Peter was lying in bed staring at the ceiling, his eyes drifting along the details as his hand went over the cold side of the bed where you should be yet you were upstairs. He shouldn't be so clingy but he wants you down here with him, he wanted to pepper kisses amongst your skin.
He feels a bit... frisky today but like hell he would tell you. He was too scared of saying, 'Yo I kinda have a situation. You down to clown?'
Plus his sisters and mother were home, he would die if they came down to the basement and get an eyeful of him fucking you into the mattress.
Peter let out a frustrated whine, snatching a pillow to bury his face in it. He wants to get laid so badly, his batman sweatpants getting a tad but tighter as a tent forms. He didn't want to think about it but hell he thinks you are a banging hot babe. Somehow snatching you up was a feat in his books, he was a horny 20 year old virgin that is too scared to ask if he can fuck his partner of 4 years.
He thought about it, you on top. His hands squeezing your thighs, squelchy sounds as you ride him. He thrusted up a bit getting zero friction as he just subtly humped air. He wanted to just bury himself in you, deep enough to press against all those sweet spots. He could only imagine the sounds that would leave your mouth, he was practically about to make himself cum just thinking about what you would feel like as you unravel all over him.
He has to ask this question before he practically goes insane.
SUMMARY: you and evan had been invited to wired to answer some of the web's most googled questions.
REMINDERS: please be reminded that this is a work of fiction. meaning that all events and occurrences in this story are all fictional and all are part of my imagination. any resemblance to actual life events and people, living or dead, are all purely coincidence.
WARNINGS: no use of y/n, background info for reader had been provided, established relationship, fluff, google translated french, and minor typographical errors.
WORD COUNT: 1.1k
AUTHOR'S NOTE: i just have the need to post this one lol hope you'll enjoy this one! :)
The studio lights were bright, but you were used to it by now. The WIRED setup was familiar—crisp white background, black chairs, and the infamous search board waiting to reveal the internet’s most pressing, bizzare, and occasionally ridiculous curiosities. You glanced at Evan beside you, who was shifting excitedly in his chair. He shot you a smile, eyes crinkling the way they always did when he was genuinely happy.
“Ready to expose our deepest, darkest secrets?” he teased.
“Oh, absolutely. I came prepared to be utterly humiliated,” you quipped, adjusting in your seat.
The crew had given you and evan a thumbs-up, cameras now already rolling, and the crew’s voice drifted from off-screen.
“Alright, we’ll start with Evan reading questions about you, then we’ll switch.” The crew had instructed.
“Got it,” Evan said, rubbing his hands together dramatically. “This is gonna be good.”
Another crew handed Evan the board, the classic white rectangle with strips of paper concealing the questions.
He lifted it with a flourish. “Okay, question one! How old are you?” he peeled away the first strip, and looked at you, eyebrow raised before smirking. “Well, let’s hear it.”
“Timeless,” you replied smoothly, leaning back with a smug smile.
Evan snorted. “Yeah, yeah, immortal, ageless, basically a vampire. Noted.”
“Pretty much.”
He moved to the next strip. “Where—” he paused, “where are you from?”
“I was born and raised in Monaco, but I moved to Boston when I was six.”
Evan glanced at you, mock-impressed. “Ooh, fancy.”
“Oh, incredibly fancy,” you joked. “I had the whole Grace Kelly aesthetic going on. Swans, palace gardens, and maybe even a tiara.”
He let out a soft laugh before ripping off the next strip. “How tall are you? Oh, I know this one. You’re like, five-foot-two, right?”
“Haha,” you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes, feigning annoyance. “I am five-seven, thank you very much.”
“Really?” he deadpanned, leaning closer with wide eyes. “Because I could've sworn—”
“Keep making fun of my height and I’ll hide all your sneakers before our next press event.”
“Threats already? We’re only three questions in!” he grinned and moved on. “How many languages do you speak?”
“Three,” you said as you put up three fingers. “English, French, and Italian.”
“Show off,” he teased.
“Tu as de très beaux yeux,” your voice was soft, the French rolling off your tongue smoothly as you leaned closer to him.
Evan flushed, laughing nervously. “I have no idea what you just said, but I feel both flattered and mildly threatened.”
“Good,” you laughed softly. “I just said that you have very beautiful eyes.”
“Oh,” he said, cheeks turning beet red. “Yeah, I mean—thanks.”
You watched him flounder, smiling widely and thoroughly amused at the same time.
Evan then ripped off the next strip. “Okay, next up. What is your favorite song?”
You hummed thoughtfully. “If we’re talking about my current favorite, it’s probably ‘You’re So Vain’ by the one and only, Carly Simon.” you couldn't resist breaking into a song. “You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you…”
Evan decided to join in, voice terrible but enthusiastic. “Don’t you? Don’t you?”
You both dissolved into laughter, with the crew chuckling behind the cameras.
“Alright, next one,” Evan said, wiping a tear from his eye. He tore off another strip, then burst out laughing. “Oh, wow. The internet’s bold, huh. Are we dating?”
You grinned, leaning back with folded arms. “I’ll let you handle that one.”
Evan’s cheeks turned pink, but he rolled his eyes playfully. “Well, considering we’ve been promoting our rom-com movie together for months, I think it’s safe to say that the internet’s just invested.”
He looked at you, expression softening. “But, I mean, if they’re asking if we’re, like, officially together? I dunno. Should we make it a mystery? Keep the suspense alive?”
You laughed. “And keep the tabloids working overtime? Oh absolutely.”
Evan shook his head with amusement, moving on. “What is your zodiac sign?”
“(your sign),” you answered quickly. “Which basically means I’m emotional, imaginative, and probably crying over dog videos when I should be doing something important.”
“That tracks,” Evan said with a grin. “I’ve definitely caught you sniffly-eyed over a random cat rescue video more than once.”
“They’re heroic little guys!” you defended, crossing your arms.
“Alright, next question…” Evan trailed off as he peeled another strip. “Do you actually like Evan Peters or are you just pretending for the movie?”
You scoffed, overplaying your offense. “Oh, I can’t stand him guys. The absolute worst. Have you heard his laugh?”
He cracked up immediately, laughing loudly and uninhabited. “Oh, well played.”
You giggled softly. “But in all seriousness, he’s alright. Decent co-star. I guess I’d recommend him if anyone’s hiring.”
“Wow, heartwarming, truly.” Evan shook his head, still grinning. “Alright, switching boards now. Ready to be roasted?”
“Oh, born ready,” you challenged.
The crew handed you the board of Evan-related questions, and you eyed him, smiling mischievously.
“Okay, first question,” you peeled the paper away. “How old is Evan Peters?”
He gave you a side-eye. “Considering you’re timeless, I should be, like, ancient, right?”
“You’re practically a fossil,” you teased. “But if I recall, you’re…thirty-eight?”
“Ding ding ding!” he cheered, pretending to throw confetti in the air. “Next!”
You tore off another strip. “Where is Evan Peters from?”
“St. Louis, Missouri. You know, the land of gooey butter cake and toasted ravioli?”
Evan’s eyes lit up. “Oh, you remembered the ravioli thing!”
“Yeah, mostly because you wouldn't shut up about it when we first met.”
He chuckled. “It’s that good.”
The questions kept coming, ranging from silly ones like ‘what is Evan Peters’ shoe size?’ which you guessed wrong, of course, much to his delight—to downright absurd ones like ‘does Evan Peters own a raccoon?’
“I don’t!” Evan said, looking genuinely confused. “Why would anyone—”
“I mean, I can see the vision,” you countered, barely holding back your laughter. “Naming it bandit, dressing it in a tiny leather jacket.”
Evan pretended to consider it. “Actually, that sounds incredible.”
“Great! Now, someone’s going to gift you a cute raccoon during our promotion, or comic con.”
“Oh god,” he groaned, but still smiling.
The entire shoot was chaos and laughter, with both of you going off-track multiple times. By the end of the filming, your cheeks are hurting from grinning so much.
“Alright, that’s a wrap!” one of the crew members called, but the camera’s were still rolling.
Evan turned to you, eyes shining. “We should do this kind of stuff more often.”
“Yeah! It’s a really fun experience,” you smiled at him softly, and put up your hand for a high-five. “Put it there, partner!”
When his palm met yours, he caught your fingers, intertwining them with his own, and tugged your chair closer to his.
“C’mere,” he whispered, voice soft as he pressed a quick, affectionate kiss to your temple.
You turned to look at the camera, smiling, and Evan sent a playfully wink.
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what your camera roll looks like dating kyle + explanations!
masterlist!
1: he sent you this photo while at one of his frat parties, definitely a little tipsy ... but the photo you sent back with your little smile made it worth getting made fun of by his brothers from how stupid he looked with his tongue out.
2: sent this one to you when you complained about having a bad day and immediately locked in, posing all attractive with his side profile. sending you a "did that brighten your day?" and then smiling like a kid in a candy store when you said yes.
3. one of the many photos you've taken of him. this one was at a local coffee shop you'd taken him to a little too early in the morning. the whole walk he was complaining (playfully of course..) but as soon as the camera landed on him he was all smiles.
4. this one you think is the funniest photo you have of him. it was completely unplanned. you'd been walking along the sidewalk by some shops, just about to enter a sandwich place for lunch before you heard his painstakingly familiar voice. you looked back to see him getting a speeding ticket–unaware you were there. you instantly snapped a photo–and when you showed it to him later? he couldn't stop blushing and covering his face, laughing through his embarrassment.
"I swear I'm a good driver!"
5. from a fancy shmancy event his fraternity had organized. you were so ecstatic he'd finally decided to wear something other than jeans and t-shirts that you took like 10 photos–but this one you decided was your favorite. especially since all the other ones were blurry...he just couldn't stop laughing at how giddy you were.
"it's just a suit."
"I know! but you never dress up! here–say cheese!"
"cheeeeese." he smiled, eventually bursting into laughter when you made another comment on how cute he looked.
6. another moment where he was trying to contain his laughter. you both had tried to do a "try not to laugh challenge" with water in your mouths (knowing he'd fail..) so when you saw even the tiniest of smiles begin to curl his lips, you instantly snapped a photo, catching that split second before he spat the water out and admitted defeat.
7. felt unusually photogenic that day and begged you to take a photo of him. when you showed it to him he immediately kissed your cheek before taking your phone, zooming in on himself like he was checking for any mistakes.
"this should totally be your wallpaper."
"what?"
"c'mon, you're mine!"
"I am?"
"duh!"
(he secretly changed it anyways)
8. surprising him at his frat house early in the morning only to be greeted by this when you walked into his room while he was getting ready...safe to say he has a love-hate relationship with you and the photos you take of him..
9. his official fraternity photo that you screenshot off their website. each time you sent it to him or teased him about it, he'd immediately groan and flop over on top of you like he was spineless.
I am happy to oblige!! We love Kit in this house 🙂↕️I haven't done NSFW HCs in such a long time this was SO fun! I have these separated by pre and post-Asylum. I hope you enjoy, lovely Anon!
MDNI
Warnings: NSFW content, biting, some dom/sub dynamics, AFAB reader, choking(if you really squint), ngl, Idk what else to put here
Pre-Asylum Kit
Kit’s the type who doesn’t rush. So, in the beginning, he takes his time learning your body—your tells, your limits, your preferences. He treats intimacy like something sacred. Every kiss feels like a question he’s asking with his whole soul.
And once he knows you and your body? He’s a different man. Those calloused hands know exactly how to worship your body. After a long day. He’ll back you up against a wall and kiss you until you're breathless, grinding his hips into yours and muttering about how he’s been thinking about you all day.
But no matter what stage of the relationship you’re at, he’s a very tactile lover. Even outside of the bedroom, he’s constantly touching—his hand on your lower back, brushing your fingers, tucking your hair behind your ear. During sex, it translates. Thumbs on your hips, his hands cradling your face when he’s inside you, whispering, “I got you.”
When he gets worked up, Kit’s voice gets lower, thicker—like honey drizzled slow. He calls you “baby,” “darlin’,” or just groans your name like it’s the only word he knows. It’s not rare for him to whisper how beautiful you are, over and over again, between heated kisses and breathy moans.
He’s a little possessive in bed—not in a toxic way, but in a way that says “you’re mine, and I’m going to prove it.” He will not stop until he knows you’re satisfied. Also, expect to be marked with love bites in places only the two of you know about.
Kit is especially affectionate in the mornings—lazy kisses, strong arms pulling you closer under the sheets. If he wakes up hard (and he often does), he’ll start slow, letting you stay half-asleep while he kisses down your neck and rocks into you with whispered praise. “Good morning, baby…” has never sounded sexier.
He’d never want to get you in trouble, but the idea of someone almost catching you drives him wild. He’s taken you in his truck, in the woods behind the gas station, even in the barn while someone was just outside. There’s something about the risk—the way you try to keep quiet while he keeps pushing—that has him obsessed.
Kit enjoys every position, but he loves having you on top, watching you ride him while his hands roam your body. He’s second favorite would be taking you from behind. Bending you over the kitchen counter or pushing your chest against a wall. It always ends up with his arm wrapped around your chest while he whispers sweet and filthy things into your neck.
After sex, Kit’s a talker. Not dirty—just real. He murmurs about how beautiful you are, how lucky he feels, how he can’t wait to build a life with you. Sometimes, he talks about the future: a house, a garden, kids maybe, if you want them. You fall asleep to the rhythm of his heart and dreams spun between his words.
Post-Asylum Kit
Gentle, almost hesitant at first. After everything he’s been through, Kit has to re-learn what it feels like to touch and be touched without fear. The first few times are quiet, a little shaky. He holds you like you’re fragile—like he might break you, or worse, like he’s the one who might shatter. You guide him back to himself with slow, safe touches and soft encouragement.
Once the shakiness fades, it turns into something raw and emotional for Kit. His touch is reverent—like he's not sure he deserves you, but he worships every inch anyway. The deprivation in Briarcliff made him intensely focused on physical connection. With you, he's endlessly patient, but there's always this underlying hunger, like he’s making up for lost time.
You think he was touchy before Briarcliff? Now, you'll be lucky if he ever let's you out of his line of sight. He doesn’t say it out loud, but Kit has a primal fear of losing you.
He adores when you praise him—whether it’s gasping his name, clinging to him, or telling him how good he makes you feel. It breaks something in him, in the best way. He wants to please you like his life depends on it, because deep down, he still doesn’t fully believe he deserves happiness.
On top of the praise, he needs you say your his like he needs air to breathe. There are moments where he holds you too tightly—grinding into you like he’s trying to fuse your bodies. His voice breaks when he says, “Say you’re mine. Say it again.” He needs that power, that certainty—because nothing else feels real.
Kit uses sex not just for pleasure, but for closeness. After Briarcliff, every time he’s with you, it’s an act of reclaiming something. He touches you like he’s proving he’s still human. He’s deeply focused on your pleasure—not out of guilt, but out of reverence. He wants to make you feel cherished, not just wanted.
He makes love like he’s trying to erase the past—but sometimes, in a certain mood—he fucks like he’s trying to punish it. Those nights are different. No foreplay, no teasing. Just raw, desperate need. He growls your name into your skin, leaves handprints on your throat, bite marks on your collarbone, fingerprints on your hips and he doesn’t stop until you’re shaking beneath him, blissed out and breathless.
When it ends, he’ll hold you tighter than ever—face buried in your chest, asking softly if you’re okay, if he was too rough, if you still see him the same. Expect long, grounding baths, soft touches, and whispered confessions of how much he needs you—body and soul.
