hank evans

CALLING ALL MARVEL SMUT WRITERS

okay but imagine the reader having the power to intensely attract any person? Like basically they’re a walking love potion and no one can resist? Every time they have sex it’s better than any normal person sex because the readers powers add to it?! Like a super power where the sex is freaking epic?! I need this in my life?!!!

Originally posted by usagisoup

Idiot: Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver Imagine

Based off of prompt #81

Summary: Peter accidentally runs into the reader when they get home.

A/N: I AM SO SORRY I HAVEN’T POSTED IN SO LONG!!!!! School has been extremely busy lately so if you have requested a prompt it will get done but it might take me a while. Because I feel bad here is a random prompt I wrote a few weeks ago <3



I walk in the door and suddenly fall to the ground with a thud. “PETER! WHAT THE HELL?!” I shout, knowing exactly why I’m on the floor. The silver haired boy appears in front of me in an instant. He shoots me a sheepish smile as he grabs my hands and pulls me onto my feet. “Sorry babe, I wasn’t paying attention.” he says. He pulls me in for a hug and kisses the top of my head. I bury my face into his shoulder and leave soft kisses on his collar bone. I lift my head as I say “you know this is the third time this week you’ve done that”. He sighs and rests his head on mine. “I’m sorry baby.” he says and I can hear the smile in his voice. He knows that that’s my weakness. “Oh don’t baby me mister. You owe me” I say smiling into his shoulder. He removes one of his arms from my shoulders and shuts the door before placing on the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair. He looks at me with his beautiful dark eyes and softly says “ I love youuu” dragging out the ‘u’ with a small smile. I lean up and place a gently kiss on the side of his mouth. “I love you too but you still owe me” I say smirking slightly. He raises an eyebrow at me before throwing his arms around my waist and picking me up. I start laughing and he throws me over his shoulder and walks into our shared bedroom before tossing me onto our bed. He softly tickles my sides before literally jumping on top of me. He just lays there with all of his weight fully on top of me for a moment before pushing himself up onto his forearms. I’ve finally stopped laughing and he dips his head down to kiss my lips briefly. As soon as his lips leave mine he attacks me, leaving small kisses all over my face and neck and I start laughing again. He continues for a minute or so before flopping over beside me and pulling me close to his body. “So, am I forgiven?” he asks with a small smirk. I look up at him, playfully rolling my eyes and saying “Of course”. He smiles and places a long kiss to my lips. “I love you” he mumbles against my lips. He pulls away and I say “I love you too. Idiot”. He kisses my forehead and says “I may be an idiot. But I’m your idiot”. I laugh and shift so I’m laying with my head on his chest and his arms wrap themselves around my waist. He rubs my back with his warm hands and I snuggle further into his side. He softly starts humming a slow song and I feel my eyelids getting heavy. Not long after, I fall asleep, wrapped in Peter’s arms, smiling like an idiot.

dating Peter Maximoff would include -

Originally posted by delfranz

• make out sessions in his basement (before he joins Charles’ school)

• him making a make out playlist

• making out to said playlist

• just lots of making out

• Jean & Scott forcing you on double dates

• him surprising you with kisses as he speeds past

• being very competitive (especially when playing video/arcade games)

• braiding his hair

• and him braiding yours

• sneaking into each other’s rooms at school

• usually to cuddle, some times other things

• him usually being the big spoon, but he secretly loves it when he’s the little spoon

• him taking you on adventures across the country

• him buying you your own pair of goggles because he travels with you so often

• but overall just being the one person he wants to slow down for

“I wasn’t looking for it. I wasn’t on the make. It was a perfect storm. She said one thing and I said another and the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation.”

(Californication, S02E10)