for your consideration: munch!peter maximoff with his vibrating tongue :)
thinking in sync... and thots. +18 MDNI
PETER MAXIMOFF ⊹ mentioning: afab/fem!reader, incorrect use of powers, squirting, and my older!peter. / not proofread!
ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY!! peter is an eater, i just know it. as a dedicated lover, he would totally worship his woman and be the kind of guy who gets "pussy drunk" like it is the time of his life. and having the powers to speed some parts of his body? goodbye sex toys!! (he would still help his partner with them for the fun, but the toys definitely would be super underused).
as the years go by with the relationship growing older and stronger, it's like nothing changes in that regard. peter is in his 30s and he still acts like a teenager intoxicated with horny hormones when he sees you after a long and tiring day at work. even if you didn't wanted to do anything after, he wouldn't mind at all falling between your thighs to feast your pussy like a hungry man while humping his hips in anything near to alleviate himself.
not a surprise that peter's favorite positions when it comes to oral sex are you seated on his face and a good old sixty-nine, that in most of the time he loves winning who pulls out an orgasm from each other first. — most of the time he doesn't ask for a competition because he knows sometimes it annoys you, but subconsciously he still does, it feels good for the ego.
i can't even phantom how easy it would be for peter to rip an intense climax from you by vibrating his tongue inside your walls or buzzing on your clitoris, now and then making you squirt. and when it comes to how many orgasms he can tear off from you? until he go out of oxygen or you say it's enough. the moment is always heaven-like, leaving your body trembling while you gasp and cry his name.
to my favorite serial killer, clown, cult leader, hairstylist, vampire, playwright, actor, hotel owner, lobster man, circus performer, zombie, frat boy, and mechanic <3
warnings. adult content, nsfw, cunnilingus, hair pulling, gentle oral sex
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐥𝐲, watching Evan waltz into the bedroom. His large hands held a bowl that was filled to the brim with chicken noodle soup.
“There you go, baby..” Evan sighed, placing the bowl down on your nightstand. You turn your head weakly, staring at the white, ceramic bowl, steam rising up in small streams into the air, releasing the smell of the classic sick-day food. The dim lighting of your room reflected off the ceramic, making the atmosphere all the more cozy, even if you were sick.
The bedroom smelled of cold medicine, essential oils, and now chicken noodle soup. The large windows in the bedroom showed a beautiful view of the city’s skyline, giving you something to look at as you slowly rotted away with the vicious cold/flu-like sickness you had acquired from a coworker.
Evan placed the back of his hand on your forehead, the veins in his hands pushing against the abnormally warm flesh of your forehead. He hummed in a slightly concerned ton, putting his hand palm-down against your forehead, his thumb tracing slowly back and forth against your hairline.
“How’re you feelin’ chica?” Evan asked, using a nickname he’s had for you since you two started dating. You attempted to answer him, but he obviously wouldn’t be able to understand a sea of unintelligible “mnnn..”s and “bleh..”s.
“…shitty…” You manage to mutter out over all other things deemed incoherent. Evan placed a kiss to your forehead, his soft lips brining a cold fake-out feeling to your skin. You knew his lips weren’t actually cold. But it was a stark contrast to your body burning up like the Sahara Desert.
“Mm…I know, babe..” He cooed softly, kissing your forehead once again. You whined, your fingers pawing around his face. The pads of your fingers felt the semi-coarse feeling stubble that he was starting to grow, due to having to constantly take care of you these past days, which meant he had no time to shave.
Evan’s kisses trailed down your temples to your neck, opening and closing his mouth against your skin. You let out a soft moan, lolling your head back a bit. He slipped his hands under your hoodie, prying it up a little so his hands could run over your stomach. He pulls the hoodie from your body, gently as to not hurt you or jostle you around too much. Evan hooked his fingers in your sweatpants, pulling them down to your ankles as he started to speak.
”Any position you want, babe. Name it and we’ll do it..” Evan murmured huskily, kissing at your thighs. He lays on his stomach, gently guiding your legs over his shoulders.
Evan kisses you through your panties, nuzzling his nose against your clothes clit. He nipped your inner thighs, sucking roughly on the skin. When he pulled away, a small hickey already had started to form.
“…Whatever you want..” You murmured back, your hands going down to his hair. You tangled the brown locks with your fingers, intertwining but not pulling yet.
“Well I wanna keep you laid down…You don’t need to do a ton of moving around..” Evan said, pressing a small kiss to your cunt. He pulled one hand down, spreading your lips open, making them separate with a wet, vulgar sound. Evan pushed the tip of his tongue inside, swirling shallowly just far enough into your entrance before pulling back.
Evan spit on the tips of his finger, sliding them up and down your slit. You let out a shaky whine, silently pleading with him to keep going as you tugged gently on his hair.
“Agh, fuck…” Evan groaned gruffly, flicking his tongue up and down against your clit. he took the small bud into his mouth, sucking gently on it. He swirled his tongue around the happy little bundle of nerves before pushing it out of his mouth, sucking on the entirety of your pussy now. He pushed his tongue in and out of your hole, bending his tongue up inside of you to make you feel the maximum amount of pleasure. You tense your muscles, squeezing your eyes shut as you grabbed at his curls.
“Fuck-!!” You squeal, closing your legs around his head. He groans, his hands quickly going to your thighs as he continued to eat you out.
His tongue flicked against you once more, starting at the bottom of your cunt, drawing a wet line up to your clit, which received a few kisses. Evan nuzzled his face against you, breathing you in. “You doing okay..?”
You nod weakly. You loved it when he did this. When he took care of you, tried his hardest to take your mind off of being sick..You loved him. You were pulled out of your blissful thoughts of praise as you felt him hit that good spot. Your muscles tensed, your fingers clenched in his hair. And then you came, your orgasm crashing over you as harshly as it possibly could, making your already sickly body shudder. You let out a sharp moan, the loudest noise you’ve made yet.
Evan chuckled throatily licking another line from the bottom of your slit up to your clit, collecting that sweet, sugary substance, tasting of hints of honey and sin. He sighed, exhaling against your skin before continuing to clean you up.
“You’re so good..You feel better, chica..?” He chuckled softly, resting his head on your lower stomach. You nod, your eyes fluttering shut as you sighed, your chest heaving softly. Evan smiled, wiping his mouth as he sat up. He readjusted you, slipping your panties and hoodie back on. He held your hips, moving you carefully into a sitting position, holding that ceramic bowl of chicken noodle soup.
“Let’s get you eating something, baby..” Evan smiled, grabbing the spoon in the bowl.
the movie where Julian's mom taps Julian on the shoulder saying, "Congratulations." Julian is eating the snack with his eyes open loosely.
At that time, Evan Peters' Julian performance… was crazy.....His expression was really sexy… So I drew it, but no matter how much I draw it, I can't live it FEEL. I want to go to die. ㅠㅠ
And did you see Julian Dillinger's disheveled forearms? It's really sexy..
“He didn’t just touch you—he rewrote you, slow and wicked, like ink bleeding into something once clean.”
Synopsis: She was soft, new. He wasn’t. Some things aren’t meant to stay innocent.
Character: Evan Peters (the man himself)
WC: 1,534
Warnings: NSFW | SMUT | PIV | CORRUPTION KINK | AGE GAP (18+ reader ofc) | PRAISE | VIRGINITY LOSS | DARK SMUT (? Nothing vile) | lmk if I missed any! <3 (my first ever x reader smut bear with me)
You weren’t supposed to be here.
A quiet afterparty. Someone’s balcony. A drink in your hand you didn’t really want. And Evan Peters sitting across from you like some warm-blooded temptation sculpted into denim and sin.
“You’re nervous.” His voice is low, just a bit raspy, almost amused.
You try to laugh it off. “A little.”
“I can tell.” He leans forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. “It’s cute.”
Your breath stutters.
He notices.
Of course he notices. Evan Peters has a way of seeing things. Seeing through things. Like the way you keep glancing at his hands. Or the fact that your legs have been crossed and clenched tight since the moment he walked in.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” he asks, voice silk and smoke.
You blink. “Done what?”
His lips twitch. “Let someone touch you the way you want to be touched.”
Your mouth goes dry.
His hand reaches out, slow, deliberate, brushing your knee with just enough pressure to make you freeze.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “You don’t have to pretend around me. You’re curious. And I’m…” He leans in, his lips a breath from your ear. “More than happy to ease that curiosity.”
Your skin burns where his breath touches. Your thighs press tighter, and his hand moves higher.
“You can tell me no. But if you don’t…”
You don’t.
Not when he presses his lips to your neck. Not when his hand slips under your shirt, palm against your bare skin. Not when he says, “I’m going to ruin you, sweetheart.”
He pulls you into his lap. You gasp, but he’s already kissing you—deep, wet, unhurried. He tastes like whiskey and control. You melt before you understand what he’s doing to you.
When he finally pulls back, he looks at you. Flushed, breathless, and wrecked just from his mouth.
“You’ve got no idea how beautiful you look like this,” he says. “And I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”
He lifts your shirt. His eyes drink you in like you’re a sin he’s waited too long to commit.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice dripping with praise and something darker. “You’ve been waiting for someone like me, haven’t you?”
You nod. You can’t help it.
“That’s my good girl.”
The praise hits something low in your stomach. It coils, tight and hot, as his hands trail down your body like he already owns it.
He stands with you in his arms, carrying you with ease. You’re placed on a bed moments later, softly, like he’s scared to break you.
He takes his time. Unfastens your jeans. Drags them down slow. Lets you feel every second.
“You’re shaking,” he whispers. “Nervous?”
“A little,” you admit.
His hand cups your cheek, warm and reassuring. “Then we go slow. You tell me if it’s too much.”
He kisses you again, soft this time, and slips his hand between your legs.
“Oh,” you breathe, back arching.
“Already so wet.” His voice darkens. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
His fingers stroke—gentle at first, then firmer, circling exactly where you need him. You whimper. He groans. “God, you’re going to make me obsessed with you.”
You moan when he slides one finger inside, slow and careful. Then another.
“I want to be the first,” he says, “and the only. I want you thinking about this when you try to sleep. When you’re alone in your room, aching for something you can’t name yet.”
You cry out softly as his fingers curl, hitting a spot that makes you tremble.
“That’s it,” he says. “Let me make you feel everything.”
And you do.
Over and over, until your legs shake and your voice breaks.
Until his name is the only word you remember how to say.
You’re breathless.
The world around you fades until all that exists is his touch. His lips. The heat of his body pressing against yours, the weight of him above you, commanding, demanding.
Your body is still trembling from the edge of pleasure, from the way his fingers had made you come undone—but now, as he pulls away from you for just a moment, you’re left with a gnawing hunger. Something deeper. Something darker.
Evan doesn’t let you catch your breath for long.
With a look that makes your pulse race, he unbuttons his jeans. His hand moves with practiced ease, and your eyes follow the movement, almost in a daze.
“You’re so fucking innocent,” he mutters, his voice rough with need. “It makes everything so much better. So much sweeter.”
You swallow, nervous, but the need between your legs is unbearable. Your body betrays you. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, your breath coming faster and faster as he moves between your legs.
He positions himself between your thighs, his hand slipping to your inner thigh, gently pushing your legs apart as he looks down at you with a dark glint in his eyes. His cock is flushed, leaking, angry. He needs this as much as you.
“You sure about this?” he asks, voice soft but heavy with expectation.
You nod, barely able to speak. “Y-Yes,” you stammer.
“You don’t need to be nervous. You’re safe with me.” His voice is smooth, almost reassuring, but it doesn’t hide his underlying hunger. “I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to make this good for you, okay?”
His hand moves lower, brushing against your bare skin as he lines himself up at your entrance. His thumb traces circles around your sensitive clit, making you squirm beneath him. You’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s overwhelming, it’s too much, but you crave it so desperately.
“You ready?” he murmurs.
You nod again, your lips trembling. “Please…”
He grins, but it’s not a soft, comforting smile. It’s possessive, hungry. “I’m going to stretch you out, make you feel things you didn’t even know you could.”
And then he pushes in.
You gasp. It burns, the stretch almost unbearable, but there’s something deeply satisfying about it too. His hands grip your hips, holding you still as he eases in, inch by agonizing inch, giving you a moment to adjust.
“You’re so tight,” he groans, his voice low and raw. “So fucking tight, baby.”
You clench around him instinctively, the sensation overwhelming. Your body is trembling, but it’s not just nerves now—it’s desire, it’s need.
“Relax, sweetheart. I know it hurts. Let me make it feel good.”
Evan doesn’t wait for you to respond. His hips begin to move, slow at first, testing, but as the burn begins to ease, his movements become more forceful, more deliberate. He’s so much bigger than anything you’ve felt before, and you can’t help but moan at the sensation.
“You feel that?” he growls, his hands tightening on your hips as he thrusts deeper. “You feel how I fill you up? You’re mine now. All mine.”
His words make your chest tighten, a mixture of pleasure and possessiveness making your head spin. You’ve never been spoken to like this. Never been touched like this.
The sound of his body against yours, the way he moves in and out of you, is all you can hear now. All you can feel.
“God, you’re perfect,” he whispers, his face twisting with a mix of pleasure and awe. “I’m gonna ruin you. Over and over, and you’ll beg for more each time.”
You moan helplessly, unable to think, unable to form any coherent thought except him. His touch. His words.
His thrusts grow harder, faster, and you can feel that familiar tightening in your stomach, that pressure building, stronger with every deep stroke. His hands roam over your body, marking you, claiming you. The bed is groaning with every thrust, the headboard thudding against the wall.
“You’re close, aren’t you baby?” he murmurs, voice rough with lust. “Cum for me, baby. Let me see you fall apart.”
His thumb finds your clit again, rubbing in tight circles as he pounds into you relentlessly. You can’t stop the moan that rips from your throat as your orgasm hits you—strong and overwhelming. Your back arches, your nails digging into his shoulders as you come undone beneath him.
“Good girl,” he whispers, his pace relentless as he continues to fuck you through your high. “That’s it. I’m not done with you yet.”
The pleasure doesn’t stop. Not for him. Not for you. He’s relentless, dragging you through wave after wave of pleasure as he chases his own release.
When he finally cums, his grip on your hips tightens so hard it almost hurts, and he presses his face into your neck, groaning your name like it’s the only word that matters. Rope upon rope of release fills you up, his hips languidly pushing it deeper.
You’re breathless. Shaking. And when he pulls out of you, you feel emptier than you ever have before.
He lies down beside you, pulling you close, his fingers gently brushing through your hair as he kisses your forehead.
“You did so well,” he says softly, almost tenderly now. “I knew you’d be perfect for me.”
And for the first time, you realize he’s right.
You belong to him now—and you’ll never want to leave.
