i'll already be having a bad day and then here come the digital streets (twitter) saying that evan peters is playing tate langdon in the new ahs season. right right.
pairing : peter maximoff x reader info : drabble, domestic fluff word count : 474
the room smelled faintly of acetone and cherry lotion, the kind of scent that clung softly to the air after a lazy afternoon. you sat cross-legged on the couch, brows furrowed in concentration as you carefully applied a coat of pale pink polish to your nails. a record spun quietly in the background, fleetwood mac, something gentle to fill the silence.
peter had been pacing earlier, full of restless energy, but now he stood behind you, oddly still. his head tilted just slightly, eyes following the slow stroke of the brush. he didnât say anything, didnât fidget or make a joke, just watched like a curious cat.
âyouâre staring,â you said without looking up, voice teasing.
he blinked, caught. âno Iâm not.â
âyou are.â you capped the bottle shut, smiling faintly. âyouâve been quiet for a whole two minutes, which in your case is equivalent to two whole hours.â
he moved to sit beside you, elbows on his knees. âI just donât get it,â he admitted finally. âyou paint over something thatâs already⊠your nails. theyâre fine. why mess with them?â
you arched a brow. âwhy mess with your hair when you put gel in it? same principle.â
you reached for another bottle, bright blue, the same color as his jacket, and twisted it open. âcome on, just pick one. Iâll do yours next.â
peterâs eyes widened, and he pointed at himself. âmine? you want me toâno way. no, no, Iâm notââ
but you were already holding out your hand expectantly, eyes sparkling. âoh, come on. youâve done dumber things for fun.â
he hesitated, then grinned. â...yeah, fair point. alright. hit me.â
he stuck out his hand, a little awkwardly, and you gently took it in yours. for once, he didnât make a joke or try to pull away. he just watched as you carefully brushed a streak of color over his thumbnail.
the blue glistened under the light. you blew on it softly to help it dry, and he found himself watching you this time, the way lashes caught the glow, the little crease of focus between your brows.
âthere,â you said finally, holding up his hand with mock pride. âdonât give me that look. Itâs kind of stylish... and rebellious.â
he flexed his fingers, pretending to inspect it like a piece of fine art with a pleased smirk plastered on his face. âyâknow, I could pull this off.â
âyou already are,â you said, smiling. âdonât act surprised.â
peter looked at you, the corner of his mouth quirking up. âyou make it sound like Iâm actually cool.â
you laughed, leaning back against the couch. âyouâve always been cool. you just needed a punky manicure to prove it.â
and for once, he didnât argue. he just smiled, letting the blue dry between you like a symbol of connection.
a/n: sequel to âfive more minutesâ but can definitely be read as a standalone !!
peter maximoff x gf!reader
summary: peter being a total freak about how fast he can make you forget your bad day.
warnings: needy pete, make out sesh, oral (f!receiving) , overstim, cursing. heavy praise/dirty talk, workplace stress. teasing. sensory overload ??
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youâre barely two steps into the hallway when the air shifts. a sudden gust of wind kicks up the mail on the table, and before you can even drop your bag, peter is just there.
he doesn't say anything at first, just hooks his chin over your shoulder from behind, his arms wrapping around your waist like iron bands. heâs warm, way warmer than a normal person and you can feel the restless thrum of his heart beating double-time against your back.
"you're late," he mumbles into your hair. "uh, forty minutes late to be exact."
you sigh, leaning back into him, letting your eyes close for a second. "bianca happened, pete. she spent the last hour losing her shit over some missing files and then dumped all her reports on my desk before leaving early. i'm exhausted."
peter huffs, his nose brushing against the shell of your ear. his hands move constantly, his thumbs rubbing restless circles into your hips. "mm, that sucks," he says, his tone shifting. he pulls back just enough to turn you around in his arms, "she sounds like a nightmare."
"she is," you mutter, looking up at him. "i just want to sit down and not think for like, three years."
he stares at you for a beat, his dark eyes scanning your face with that intense, focused look he gets when heâs actually paying attention. he looks like heâs thinking ten miles a minute. "exactly," he says.
you blink, a little thrown off by the sudden shift. "...exactly what?"
"thatâs âexactlyâ why you should let me eat you out," he says, as casual as if heâs suggesting what to have for dinner.
you can't help it; a loud, startled laugh bursts out of you. "not happening, buddy. i'm gross and i need a shower."
his brows furrow, his forehead crinkling in genuine confusion. he looks almost offended. "woahâwait, why?"
"i just told you," you say, still grinning. "i'm tired. I smell like work. i just wanna rot on the couch."
"so rot," he counters, giving a small shrug. "i'll do all the work. you just lay there. itâs a win-win, really. i get my reward for beinâ a patient awesome boyfriend, and you get to, y'know... vibrate into another dimension for a bit, forget alll about work."
you roll your eyes, trying to sidestep him, he quickly maneuvered infront of you. "pete, câmon, iâm literally covered in office germs," you groan, though your heart isn't really in the protest anymore.
"don't care. i've eaten worse things. i found a three-week-old twinkie behind the dresser yesterday," he chirps, then immediately winces. "okay, actually, ignore i said that.â
he reaches out, his hands sliding back to your waist, pulling you in until your thighs hit his. the restless energy is radiating off him in waves now, his fingers drumming a frantic rhythm against your skin. heâs been waiting for this all day, and the desperation is starting to leak through his usual smugness.
"hey, pretty please?" he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave, losing the joke for a second. his eyes darting over your face. "iâve been sitting in this house alone for like, a hundred years. i cleaned the kitchen. i even folded the laundry. well, most of it. i got bored halfway through, but the effort was there."
âplus, you did say once you got back..â he added as if he had just now remembered.
you look at him, at the way his hair is sticking up in every direction and the genuine, twitchy need in his eyes, and you feel your resolve crumbling. "five minutes?" you ask, echoing his words from the morning.
a massive, triumphant grin breaks across his face. "five minutes is like a feature-length film. anddd.. i'm gonna give you the extended director's cut."
before you could even reply with how corny that was, the world blurs. thereâs a sharp whoosh of air, a split second of weightlessness, and suddenly you aren't standing in the hallway anymore. youâre flat on your back on the bed, your shoes already goneâgod knows where he threw thoseâand peter is already hovering over you, his hands busy tugging at the button of your jeans.
"see?" he says, breathless and beaming. "ahead of schedule already."
his mouth crashes against yours, tasting like the soda heâs been sipping all day and pure, restless hunger. itâs a messy, open-mouthed kiss that steals the air right out of your lungs, his tongue sliding against yours with a frantic rhythm.
his hands are everywhere at once, his fingers working with that terrifyingly fast speed until heâs stripped you bare. (well, pantsâwise..)
he doesn't wait for you to catch your breath. he slides two fingers into your underwear and deep inside your cunt, and the friction is immediate and white-hot. heâs moving them at a pace a normal human shouldn't be able to sustain, a blur of motion that has you crying out into his mouth, your hips jerking up to meet him as he hits your g-spot over and over.
"peteâ" you gasp, your head tossing back against the pillow as the friction turns into a frantic, driving ache.
he pulls back just enough to see your face, his eyes dark and dilated, reflecting the silver mess of his hair. heâs breathing hard, âdefinitely getting off just by hearing your noises, his chest heaving against yours. "jeez," he rasps, his fingers never slowing down, keeping you right on the edge. "we should do this wayyy more often, dontâcha think babe?,"
he stops abruptly, the sudden lack of motion making your head spin for a second. before you can even get a word out to complain about the shift in pace, heâs moving down your body. his mouth leaves searing, wet marks along your throat, lingering over the peaks of your breasts through the fabric of your shirt until you're arching off the mattress.
his hands slide down, certain and heavy, hooking under your knees to hike your legs up. he pauses there, his thumbs hooking into the elastic of your underwear. he doesn't rip them away, of course not. why ruin a perfectly good pair he could use for later?, instead, he just tugs the fabric down a few inches.
"legs up for me, babe" he murmurs, his voice a low, raspy friction against the quiet of the room. he helps you kick them off, tossing the lace aside. "yeah, there we go... let's get these babies off." he stares at you for a heartbeat, his chest heaving, looking at how soaking wet your pussy is for him.
"fuck, you look so good," he mutters, his voice cracking. pete doesnât waste another second. he leans in, his breath hot against your inner thigh, pressing a quick peck to it before his tongue finally makes contact, slicking over you in one long, agonizingly slow stroke from bottom to top, occasionally glancing up for your reaction.
you let out a broken gasp, your fingers tangling in his messy silver hair, pulling him closer. he groans into your skin, the sound muffled and vibrating through your entire lower half.
your breath hitches, your hips stuttering upward as the friction hits just right. itâs too muchâthe way heâs looking at you, the heat of his mouth, and the fact that heâs been wound up like a spring all day. before you can even wrap your head around it, the tension in your stomach snaps.
your back arches off the bed, a choked-off sound leaving your throat as you come. your thighs instinctively jerk inward, your muscles tensing and slightly closing around his head as you shake.
pete barely even seems to notice your legs pinning his ears; heâs too busy tracking the way your pulse is thrumming against his lips. he stays right there, his hands tightening on your hips to hold you steady while you ride out the waves.
when he finally pulls back just an inch, he looks up at you with wide, blown-out eyes, a stunned grin slowly spreading across his face. "whoa," he breathes, "already? holy, that was like.. ten.. fifteen seconds, tops.â
"sorry," you blurt out, the word coming out thin and broken. you try to shift, suddenly feeling a little flustered by how fast that just happened and how loud he was being about it. "i didn'tâitâs been a long day. i didn't mean to just... go like that."
peter just blinks at you, his thumb tracing a lazy circle on the damp skin of your hip. he lets out a short, surprised huff of a laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that way that always makes your heart skip.
"whatâre you apologizing for?" he asks, crawling up the mattress until heâs hovering over you, his arms bracketed on either side of your head. "i take that as a compliment, like... a five-star review. best meal of the day, easily."
you just stare at him for a second, your head thumping back against the pillow as you try to get your lungs to work again. "god, you're so full of yourself," you mutter.
got rejected from like several jobs, thought it was going to be my thirteenth reason. and then an old coworker called about abandoned kittens near them. never kys you could end up a foster mom by the end of the day!
had an idea for a fic a while ago that centered around ralph bohner who is really Peter Maximoff, just pulled from another universe. The dimensional travel some how fucks his memory up, this being why he thinks heâs Ralph. Something something about finding his way back home with the help of the reader, his long term partner. I had a lot more penned out, not literally of course, but I havenât thought about this in months. Anyways RIP to that idea, you were bigger than the whole sky, more than just a short time. đââïž
if i were in charge of star wars i would end the last movie witth yoda reading the story out of a big book and he gives a little chuckle and says "happened, none of that did." and then he gets out of his truck and waddles into walmart
the beauty has pissed me off. but in a nonchalant sense, if you will. bc ultimately this is a ryan murphy production so i really knew he hadn't turned a new leaf.
so, iâm just blathering now. yap session under the cut!
the story shouldâve opened with all the ending episodes as the first one, where we get the teens wanting to become beautiful, one of them does, and the other, who sourced the âbeautyâ from the someone else, turns into the creature.
(i think this sort of backward exploration, we really get to understand the âbeautyâ, but we also navigate what beauty in society means and the risk we take for beauty. i think the stories of the two teens can also open the ground up for conversations about class inequity, and how âbeautyâ comes at a price.)
this is when the FBI should get involved. theyâre getting reports of people combusting, about teens that are waking up disfigured. (this would mean the fbi doesnât have any leads to follow on.)
until, we get the model exploding, the conde nast employee exploding and being responsible for that death. (the conde nast death is the one that gives them a lead, because there are actual witnesses to the situation now. this also means the fbi will take those witnesses and keep them quarantined, bc of course after covid they want to make sure if this is a disease they catch it.)
if we still want a romance plot line, we should first and foremost realize this is where the audience is meeting cooper and jordan for the first time, therefore we know nothing about them. therefore, opening on a sex scene doesnât make sense, because context clues wise there is nothing that will help the audience in doing the heavy lifting for the two characters and their backstories, including their history with each other.
(also if you tell me there is a romance component i will take that shit seriously!)
if anything, we can first explore these two as just agents. we had little to no information to infer anything about, BUT! if i were the writer, here are things i would contextually put in to make sure my audience understands who my characters are. so, instead of a image by image edit, here is my headcanon about them.
cooper is the very definition of secure, and that can be expanded on in so many ways. most likely grew up middle class, found himself in the navy at what i think is a young age. perhaps he is the eldest, and he took that role seriously. has/had hardworking parents, and he took after that. maybe his dad had a blue collar job and his mother was a teacher, both sort of pushing the importance of a work ethic and honesty? and so developed his whole world view around that.
jordan, isnât exactly the most secure person within herself, but isnât also extremely insecure. perhaps she grew up rich, maybe new money, that would explain her like for brand names and all of that. isnât super serious about her job, but does her job extremely well. either way, her vibe is extremely smart individual, who is just bored and wanted something to do. this can go hand in hand with her being rich, but shes just not personally fulfilled. (perhaps she has that subconscious need to prove herself. possibly just took up the FBI job, because of that reason. just throwing ideas that we can explore as the show progresses. i dunno, people are complicated like that!)
like i know this is sort of hard to show without messing up the timeline of the show or whatever, but we as the audience can be given these little clues all throughout? whether it be a conversation shared between the two characters (this one especially because we are supposed to believe these two are best friends), something referenced on the off chance, a slight off screen flashback. something! anything to show that these characters are living and breathing!
this sort of build up can aid in creating subtext between the two characters. through writing youâre insinuating that these two are each otherâs perfect foil.
he balances her out, gives her something secure she can hold on to, perhaps security was something she was never afforded, despite having money.
she balances him out by showing him you donât have to be so serious, that you can do a job, and you can save the world, and you can still let loose, like youâre allowed to.
and ultimately, they like who they are as people when they are around each other? they arenât put into any box/expectation. they are opposites but it works well in their case, they are what the other needs, and what the other wants. (if that makes any sense.)
having this sort of personal and team chemistry would give the audience the building blocks to root for these characters. and there was very little to no rooting for these characters, because i donât know them. i know more about antonio and jeremy, and fucking byron, then the two leads????
either way. thatâs how i would introduce them to the audience, build their character little by little in a way that aids the story, and helps the audience realize who they are as people!
we can still have that component of forbidden love... but i'm seeing a whole lot of them thinking its unrequited on the others front. because of their insecurities? which is funny because i did say cooper was a very secure person. which i won't take back, because he is, but again people are complicated, just because you're secure about a lot of things, doesn't mean there isn't a slight crack in the system! again, people are complicated and messy!
which would go back to the main theme of the show: insecurities!
if you wanted to add a forbidden thing, something about people on the same squad or team not being able to date. you can really hone in on that? (@mysticsandmagic05 was saying something about that!) either way cool premise to build on, so many ways you can take it, and so many cool and creative solutions to let the characters get together at the end.
anyways i'm tired now, cause i'm sick (again) and delirious, so perhaps i will continue this later. either way please please please talk to me, i'm fluent in yap, and i just wanna talk about this fuck ass series.
the beauty has pissed me off. but in a nonchalant sense, if you will. bc ultimately this is a ryan murphy production so i really knew he hadn't turned a new leaf.
so, iâm just blathering now. yap session under the cut!
the story shouldâve opened with all the ending episodes as the first one, where we get the teens wanting to become beautiful, one of them does, and the other, who sourced the âbeautyâ from the someone else, turns into the creature.
(i think this sort of backward exploration, we really get to understand the âbeautyâ, but we also navigate what beauty in society means and the risk we take for beauty. i think the stories of the two teens can also open the ground up for conversations about class inequity, and how âbeautyâ comes at a price.)
this is when the FBI should get involved. theyâre getting reports of people combusting, about teens that are waking up disfigured. (this would mean the fbi doesnât have any leads to follow on.)
until, we get the model exploding, the conde nast employee exploding and being responsible for that death. (the conde nast death is the one that gives them a lead, because there are actual witnesses to the situation now. this also means the fbi will take those witnesses and keep them quarantined, bc of course after covid they want to make sure if this is a disease they catch it.)
if we still want a romance plot line, we should first and foremost realize this is where the audience is meeting cooper and jordan for the first time, therefore we know nothing about them. therefore, opening on a sex scene doesnât make sense, because context clues wise there is nothing that will help the audience in doing the heavy lifting for the two characters and their backstories, including their history with each other.
(also if you tell me there is a romance component i will take that shit seriously!)
if anything, we can first explore these two as just agents. we had little to no information to infer anything about, BUT! if i were the writer, here are things i would contextually put in to make sure my audience understands who my characters are. so, instead of a image by image edit, here is my headcanon about them.
cooper is the very definition of secure, and that can be expanded on in so many ways. most likely grew up middle class, found himself in the navy at what i think is a young age. perhaps he is the eldest, and he took that role seriously. has/had hardworking parents, and he took after that. maybe his dad had a blue collar job and his mother was a teacher, both sort of pushing the importance of a work ethic and honesty? and so developed his whole world view around that.
jordan, isnât exactly the most secure person within herself, but isnât also extremely insecure. perhaps she grew up rich, maybe new money, that would explain her like for brand names and all of that. isnât super serious about her job, but does her job extremely well. either way, her vibe is extremely smart individual, who is just bored and wanted something to do. this can go hand in hand with her being rich, but shes just not personally fulfilled. (perhaps she has that subconscious need to prove herself. possibly just took up the FBI job, because of that reason. just throwing ideas that we can explore as the show progresses. i dunno, people are complicated like that!)
like i know this is sort of hard to show without messing up the timeline of the show or whatever, but we as the audience can be given these little clues all throughout? whether it be a conversation shared between the two characters (this one especially because we are supposed to believe these two are best friends), something referenced on the off chance, a slight off screen flashback. something! anything to show that these characters are living and breathing!
this sort of build up can aid in creating subtext between the two characters. through writing youâre insinuating that these two are each otherâs perfect foil.
he balances her out, gives her something secure she can hold on to, perhaps security was something she was never afforded, despite having money.
she balances him out by showing him you donât have to be so serious, that you can do a job, and you can save the world, and you can still let loose, like youâre allowed to.
and ultimately, they like who they are as people when they are around each other? they arenât put into any box/expectation. they are opposites but it works well in their case, they are what the other needs, and what the other wants. (if that makes any sense.)
having this sort of personal and team chemistry would give the audience the building blocks to root for these characters. and there was very little to no rooting for these characters, because i donât know them. i know more about antonio and jeremy, and fucking byron, then the two leads????
either way. thatâs how i would introduce them to the audience, build their character little by little in a way that aids the story, and helps the audience realize who they are as people!
we can still have that component of forbidden love... but i'm seeing a whole lot of them thinking its unrequited on the others front. because of their insecurities? which is funny because i did say cooper was a very secure person. which i won't take back, because he is, but again people are complicated, just because you're secure about a lot of things, doesn't mean there isn't a slight crack in the system! again, people are complicated and messy!
which would go back to the main theme of the show: insecurities!
if you wanted to add a forbidden thing, something about people on the same squad or team not being able to date. you can really hone in on that? (@mysticsandmagic05 was saying something about that!) either way cool premise to build on, so many ways you can take it, and so many cool and creative solutions to let the characters get together at the end.
anyways i'm tired now, cause i'm sick (again) and delirious, so perhaps i will continue this later. either way please please please talk to me, i'm fluent in yap, and i just wanna talk about this fuck ass series.
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