Hi my name is Damien Dark'ness Dementia Raven Edgelord and I have short brown hair and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Charlie Ian (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to him but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m an atypical and I like making poeple do stuff. I have pale white skin. Today I was wearing a leather jacket, a metallica t-shirt, converse and black jeans. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. I was walking to go kidnap my therapist’s brother when some preps started staring at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
So I was watching “Breaking Conventions with the Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild” (look it up, it’s a really interesting video about how the game was made) and Hidemaro Fujibayashi showed some out there gag concept art of Hyrule being invaded by aliens (with Ganon wearing a Metallica t-shirt), Link in a track suit riding a motorcycle and Link playing a guitar. Including concept art of “Link in Metroid” (which at this rate they’ll end up doing before they do another one with Samus *sigh*)
(joe is going on tour soon so y/n gives him something to take with him when he’s feeling lonely….)
You and your boyfriend Joe had just got back from dinner with a load of your friends. Joe was going on tour for Joe and Caspar Hit The Road USA tomorrow so all of yours/his friends wanted to see him before he left. It was nice but you noticed that Joe was super horny tonight so he didn’t enjoy it as much as he normally would.
It started with just putting his hand on your thigh and him flirting with you more than he normally would. But tonight, Joe had been whispering dirty things in your ear all night about what he wanted to do to you. He grabbed your bum countless times and kept staring at your chest as he licked his lips.
Walking into the bedroom you and Joe shared, you suddenly realised that Joe would be away for 2 weeks after tonight. You were going to miss him like crazy, you always do when he goes away. But as you and Joe were both very sexually active people, it made it a whole lot harder for you both.
You had tried phone/skype sex a lot of times and it did the job, but it wasn’t the same.
As you were taking off your jewellery, Joe’s camera that he films his youtube videos with caught your eye.
“Joe?” You called out.
“Yeah?” He replied, his voice coming from downstairs.
“Can you come here a minute please babe.” You shouted back, taking off your shoes.
Within seconds, Joe entered the bedroom. You almost moaned out oud at how good he looked. He was wearing black, ripped skinny jeans and his metallica t shirt. His hair looked perfect, one little strand was hanging down but he looked so attractive.
“What’s up?” He asked, looking at you.
The fact that you were actually going to ask him if he wanted to do this was crazy, you would have never thought you’d do this in your life. But you loved Joe more than anything, it was true that you’d do anything for him.
Walking over to him slowly, you rested your arms on his shoulders, looking at his gorgeous face before slowly pressing your lips against his. Out of instinct, his hands went to your hips.
“What was that for?” Joe smiled as you pulled away.
“I love you.” You told him, pecking his lips again.
“Aw, Y/N, I love you too.” He told you, pulling you in for a hug. He smelt amazing, just like how he always smells.
“I have an idea.” You told him, pulling away from him and sitting down on the bed.
“Go on. “ He replied, running a hand through his hair.
“Well, considering you’re going away tomorrow and we’re really going to miss each other, I thought it’d be a good idea to make something we can have when we miss each other.” You rushed out.
“What do you mean?” He narrowed his eyes, looking at you in confusion.
You didn’t want to say it, so you just nudged towards the camera.
“Like, for when we got horny…” You tried to explain.
“You mean, a sex tape?” Joe asked, his face lighting up.
“Well, yeah, if you don’t want to that’s cool. It was just an idea-” Joe walked over to his camera, hitting record before going over to you and pressing his lips against yours.
“I really don’t deserve you, Y/N.” Joe mumbled against your lips.
You didn’t reply to him, just kissed him desperately. You layed back onto the bed, Joe hovering over you as he kissed you. His tongue entered your mouth as you both fought for dominance.
Moisture began to gather in your underwear as you remembered the camera was on, and this was actually happening. Wanting to move things along, you tugged at Joe’s t shirt.
He got the message instantly as he broke away from the kiss, removing the t shirt. As he did this, you removed your small dress by pulling it up over your head with ease.
Joe pushed you down onto the bed before his lips went to your neck, kissing your exposed skin and leaving marks to represent that you belong to him. His kisses trailed right down your chest as he removed your bra, throwing it to the floor as he flickered his tongue over your left nipple, trailing his kisses down further until he reached your underwear.
Joe grabbed the waist band of your underwear, pulling them down your legs by each side. After he tossed them to the floor, he pushed your legs apart so you were fully exposed to him.
“Fucking hell, Y/N, you’re soaked.” He grinned before using his fingers to run up and down your slit, collecting your juices. You hissed at the contact.
“Joe.” You moaned out, wanting nothing more than him to be inside of you.
“Yes, babe?” He spoke, gently rubbing your clit.
“Please…” You whined, watching him.
“Please what? Tell me what you want.” He grinned.
“I want you to fuck me, Joe, please.” You cried out, getting more and more desperate by the second.
“Beg for it, Y/N, beg for my cock.” Joe smirked, blowing on your core which made you whine.
“Please just fuck me already, Joe. I want your cock so bad! Please, i’m begging, I need you inside of me.”
Joe smiled, satisfied with your begging.
He immediately stepped back off the bed, walking around to his bedside table to retrieve a condom out of the drawer. On his way back over to you, he removed his jeans and boxers, sliding the condom onto himself. Your mouth watered as he pumped himself a few times, just watching him with his huge length in his hand as he pleasured himself made you whine in pleasure.
“Look at you, so desperate for my cock. You’re so dirty.” Joe laughed, hovering back over you.
His face was near yours as he ran his member up and down your core, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist to get closer to him.
Without warning, Joe pushed himself into you as he hissed out in pleasure. You immediately moaned his name at the amazing pleasure of him being inside of you.
“How are you still so tight?” Joe groaned. “I’ve fucked you so many times, yet you’re still so. Fucking. Tight.”
Joe moved his face so that it was pressed into your neck, feeling a lot more closer to you. You moved your hands up to his back, gently gripping your nails into the skin as he thrusted in and out of you.
Joe slammed in and out of you, making the whole bed shake. The pleasure was amazing, Joe always fucked you right. You had been with many guys before Joe, yet hardly any of them could actually get you off. However, Joe got you off every single time. He was so good in bed and you loved it.
Joe breathed heavily against your neck, groaning every time he thrusted into you.
Suddenly, he pulled out of you.
“What the fu-”
“Ride me. Now.” Joe ordered, sitting up so he was leaning against the headboard.
You took no time in going onto Joe’s lap and resting your arms around his neck. Within seconds, you sunk down onto Joe’s hard member as you cried out in pleasure.
Joe helped as he pushed his hips upwards as you bounced up and down. You kissed Joe’s lips as you noticed the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead. His hair had fallen, sticking to the sweaty skin. Your hand went to his forehead, pushing away the hair before kissing him gently.
“Baby…” Joe whined, still pushing up into you.
“Yeah? You breathed out.
“I love you. So fucking much.” He cried out, making your heart ache in your chest.
“Aw, Joe, I love you too.” You told him, pulling his body closer to yours.
He used his arms to hold you tight as he slammed up into you. Both of your moans and groans echoed around the room as you came close to your high.
“I’m close.” You told him.
“Me too.” He replied.
With a few more thrusts, your walls tightened around his length as you reached your high.
“Joe!” You cried out loud as your orgasm washed over you.
Joe wasn’t far behind as you felt him release his load into the condom. He pulled out of you but still held you close.
“I forgot the camera was on.” Joe laughed after holding you for a minute.
“Me too.” You agreed.
You were both exhausted and wanted nothing more than to just lay there together and fall asleep, but you needed to clean up.
Climbing off of Joe, you walked over to the camera and hit the stop button. As you did this, Joe disposed of the used condom.
You went into the files and started watching what you had just filmed. Watching you and Joe together was hotter than you had ever imagined.
You felt Joe come up behind you, pressing a kiss to your neck as he wrapped his arms around your naked body.
“I’m going to have so much fun with that.” Joe laughed and you couldn’t help but agree that you were too.
The sea plane is banana yellow, a colorful smudge against the horizon. Dean shades his eyes and squints at it, tracking its flight against the cerulean sky. His stomach does a complicated set of sympathetic loop-de-loops as he watches its progress. He presses the phone to his ear and takes a deep, calming breath. It’ll be fine.
“So you told him there was a case?” Sam sounds amused and Dean imagines him leaning back in a library chair and grinning at the phone – which he’s undoubtably holding a few inches from his chin. God forbid a phone should touch his ridiculously long hair.
“Yep.” The sand is hot so Dean burrows his toes under the surface to the cooler layer beneath. “Told him there was a ghost haunting that plane. And I can’t check it out because…”
“Flying bad.” Sam chuckles. “Was he excited?”
“Trying not to show it.” Dean grins and wiggles his toes out of the sand, then tunnels them back in again. “Smiled like an idiot when he got on the stupid thing.”
“So what’ll you tell him when he lands and there’s no ghost?”
Dean shrugs. “Turns out it was just an urban legend. Worth checking out anyway. Blah blah blah. Gotta be thorough.”
Sam snorts. “Right. You really think he’ll fall for that.”
“Please. I’m the best liar.”
“My talent for lying is unparalleled.” Dean picks up the daiquiri he’s nestled into the sand and takes a long, cool sip. The drink is fruity and overly sweet and freezes his throat when he swallows it down. It’s fucking perfect. It took a whole hell of a lot of credit card fraud and a tiny bit of blackmail, but he’s managed to put together a damn fine trip, if he does say so himself. He shades his eyes again. Does that speck of yellow look bigger? “Listen, Sam. Looks like they’re heading back. I’m gonna go meet the plane.”
“Tell Cas I said ‘hi’.”
“Will do. See ya next week, man.” Dean ends the call and drops his sunglasses back onto his nose before scooping up his drink and heading back towards the bay. After Cas lands maybe they’ll do dinner. Or maybe they’ll just go for a walk up to the sea cliff again. His feet slide and shift in the sand and a light breeze paints salty spray onto his legs. He finishes the drink as he nears the resort, drops it on one of the cabana stands, and picks up the pace. The plane flies lower as it approaches the bay, nose slightly up as it prepares to land. His gut doesn’t settle until the pontoons land safely on the water and the plane trundles towards the shore.
When Cas jumps from the plane onto the dock Dean is there waiting. He rocks back on his heels, faux-casual with his thumbs hooked in the pockets of his shorts. Cas looks like he’s just been soaking in sunshine. There’s so much joy rolling off of you, Dean thinks, I gotta wear shades. He smiles to himself and says instead, “So? Any luck?”
Cas scratches at his neck and crinkles his nose, turning to look back at the plane. “No, I detected no spirits.”
“Huh. Well, probably just a story the locals drummed up for business.” Dean shrugs. “Worth checking out just to be sure.”
Cas nods solemnly, though his eyes still crease at the corners. “Of course.”
“You have fun at least?”
“Oh yes.” Cas steps a little closer and tugs at Dean’s elbow. Dean takes the hint and pulls his hand from his pocket, offering it up to Cas.
“Well. Shall we?”
Cas intertwines their fingers and together they walk off the dock, palms and shoulders warm where they touch. They stroll casually back towards the resort, back towards the beach. The island is gorgeous this time of day, the sun catching the trees and the distant mountain just right to bathe them in supersaturated emerald and teak. It’s a last hurrah before the sun sets. Dean sighs and pulls away his hand so he can wind his arm around Cas’s narrow waist instead. He twists his fingers in his old Metallica t-shirt (which looks fucking good on Cas) and asks, “What do you feel like doing now?”
“Hmm.” Cas snakes his arm around Dean and pulls him closer. “I think the word you’re looking for is 'who’.”
Dean barks a laugh. “You cheesy fuck.” Their legs tangle and Dean swings them to a stop, leaning in to taste Cas’s lips. Cas melts into the kiss, one warm hand spread wide between Dean’s shoulders, his body pressing in.
When they pull away, Cas runs his tongue between his teeth. “You taste like strawberries. I like it.”
“Yeah, you do.” Dean nabs one more quick kiss before stepping back a little and drinking him in. Cas stands in front of him, lips parted, looking well fucked already from the plane ride messing up his hair. Okay. Room service, it is. He grins and takes Cas’s hand again, tugging him towards the bungalows tucked behind the resort proper. Cas follows him.
When they get inside their room Dean heads straight for the bed but Cas pulls him back. “Wait.”
“I thought you said you wanted–” Dean takes a look at Cas and freezes at his suddenly serious face. “What’s wrong?”
Cas lifts his fingers to gently trace along Dean’s cheek, before brushing back again to slide into his hair. He holds him steady and stares until Dean begins to shift uncomfortably. Finally, he says in a low voice. “There was no ghost.”
“Yeah, I know, I–”
“The flight was wonderful. Fast and wild, the wind raking at my skin. My hair. Scouring tears from my eyes so it hurt to see sometimes.” He presses his forehead to Dean’s. “Thank you for that. Thank you for…for everything.” Cas’s breath ghosts along Dean’s lips, feather light. “I know you don’t like flying. But tonight I’m gonna make you feel what I feel when I fly.”
Dean tries to crack a joke. Old habits die hard, after all. But Cas overtakes him, a whirlwind tied into a fragile human shell. He surrounds and fills Dean, relentless and hard and gentle as the ocean.
The sun sets and the stars wheel over the bungalow on the windswept beach. Joy cracks Dean open until he feels as bright as angel light. The bungalow would be a tiny thing from the air but, with the two of them in it, Dean imagines it as a lighthouse beacon burning against the shadowed ground. He hums, exhausted and utterly sated, then picks up Castiel’s hand with his own so their wedding rings roll together. “Love you.”
Cas tightens his grip. “And I you.”
The ocean’s steady pulse lulls Dean to sleep and he dreams that night of flying. For once, he’s not afraid.
What do luscious lucious and narcissa think of your relationship? Do you see them often?
Draco: My parents were suprisingly lovely about the whole thing.
Harry: The day I met them for the first time as his ‘boyfriend’, he was more nervous than me.
Draco: He wore jeans.
Harry: Okay, so it’s not like I was invited to dinner party or anything, alright? I was just ‘picking him up’ for a date, ‘cause he was visiting them that day and insisted that I meet them too.
Draco: Still… Would it have killed you to comb your hair?
Harry: I thought you like my hair messy?
Draco: This is not about what I like, it’s about how you came into the parlour that day dressed in ripped jeans and a Metallica t-shirt under your leather jacket with your bike helmet hanging off your arm!
Harry: *grinning* You told me to be myself!
Draco: Clearly, a mistake on my part.
Harry: But still, Narcissa was as charming as ever and even though he looked like he was fighting off a very powerful wave of nausea, Lucius was surprisingly polite.
Draco: Mother had given Father a sufficiently stern talking-to before you arrived.
Harry: I like her.
Draco: Well, she adores you. It’s disgusting.
Harry: *smug* He’s just jealous. Wait till I tell her at tea on Saturday.
Draco: I’m not coming if all you both are going to do is laugh at my expense again!
Harry: *laughing* They’re your parents, you have to come!
Castiel wakes up in Dean Winchester’s bed on a Saturday morning. When he adjusts to the situation fully he starts backwards and, tangled in the blankets, falls off the bed. Dean sits up quickly, his back muscles rolling as he stretches. His eyes widen when he sees Cas, shirtless on his floor.
“Dean?” Cas scrambles up, tripping over the blanket and backing away from the bed, “I-I just woke up and I was here.”
“The party, shit, man! My parents will be back with Sammy in a few hours, we gotta clean this place up!” Dean vaults out of bed and tosses on a Metallica t-shirt.
“Dean!” Dean turns at the sound of his voice, hand on his bedroom’s door knob.
“Why were we in bed together?” Cas is grasping the blankets tightly, his hands in fists.
Dean pauses, “We must have been pretty drunk and just crashed up here.”
Cas gestures to his naked chest and the hickey dark and prominent on Dean’s neck.
“Dean,” Cas says tentatively, “I think we may have slept together.”
Dean’s hand slips from the doorknob as he walks over to the mirror to survey the mark Cas had pointed out. He stares at the reflection calmly for a moment before lashing out and shattering the reflection with his fist, “Fuck!”
Castiel backs away, startled by the loud noise and Dean’s sudden out burst. Tears prick his eyes as he realizes what Dean is feeling. Regret. “Dean, I’m so sorry, I know you’re not interested in me like that and I’m sorry I came to your party in the first place. Everyone was right, there’s no way you’ll ever see me as more than your best friend. I won’t tell anyone about this, and we never need to talk about this again. Or,” Cas falters, “Or, if you don’t want to talk to me ever again, I’ll understand. I just-”
“Cas, stop!” Dean is across the room in seconds, staring so intensely into Cas’ eyes that the other boy has to look away. Cas can feel tears falling from his cheeks, but he can’t hold them back, not with Dean so close to him. He’s waiting for Dean to tell him they’re friends, nothing else or worse, to tell Castiel to leave for good. Instead, Dean surges forward and pulls Cas into a bone crushing hug.
Dean’s lips move against Cas’ shoulder as he speaks, “Dammit, Cas, I’m not upset because I didn’t want to sleep with you! I’m upset because I know that was your first time and neither of us can remember it.”
He pulls back and stares at Cas incredulously, “Jesus, Cas, did you really think that low of me?”
Cas’ mind is spinning, Dean wanted to sleep with him? Dean, his best friend of four years, captain of the football team, wanted Cas?
Dean seems to read the doubt on Cas’ face because he says, “I want you, Cas. I need you, I always have.” And that’s when Cas rockets forward and crashed his lips into Dean’s. The kiss is perfect and soft and sweet and when Dean pulls back they’re both crying.
“I thought you’d never look at me this way,” Cas whispers.
“I’ve always been looking, Cas. It’s you, for the last four years it’s only been you.”
Cas smiles through his tears and pulls Dean into another hug, “I love you.” He murmurs against Dean’s ear.
“I love you too, Cas.” Dean replies simply.
When they pull apart Dean begins to laugh, “I never thought I would ever say that out loud, but it’s true. I love you, Cas.”
Dean bends down to grab one of his t-shirts off the floor and tosses it at Cas, “We’ve still gotta clean the whole fucking house, though.”
Cas fake groans as he slides on Dean’s oversized shirt, “I’m coming, I’m coming.”
It takes them twice the amount of time to clean the house because they always seem to drift back to each other, unable to go five minutes without touching. They’re holding hands while watching Buffy re-runs when John, Mary and Sam get home. From the way Dean’s family’s faces light up upon seeing the two together, Cas can safely guess that Dean had talked to them about him. Sam disappears upstairs but not before remarking, “It’s about freaking time.” And neither he nor Dean can stop smiling.
The next morning, Castiel wakes up in Dean Winchester’s bed, and this time, he keeps on sleeping.
I huffed and dragged my feet against the hardwood floor as I carried one of the bigger, heavier boxes toward my new apartment. It was the first time I was living alone since I finished college and I couldn’t be more excited about it, except for the moving in part. My mom and dad were both concerned about moving out, especially their youngest and only daughter. I had to practically beg for them to let me out of the house.
Once I reached my apartment, I set the box in my living room and stood up straight. My hands landed firmly on my hips as I sighed and looked around at the apartment filled with boxes. Only a few more Y/N. I reached forward and grabbed my water, opening the top and chugging a bit. The sound of a knock on my door made me turn to see a very tall and handsome boy looking at me with a smile on his face.
Okay, so I'm not sure if fic requests are actually closed, because I know you said earlier they were open and you just couldn't change it because you're on mobile, or if you're only taking requests for certain things. BUT. If you are taking requests. After reading that prompt list inspired by your brother's (clearly horrible) gf, I NEED a Peter Maximoff fic with "I just don't think Evan Peters is that attractive." IF you are taking requests.
I’m literally screaming? Like, imagine a world where both Evan Peters and Peter Maximoff co-existed. The only downside is that the X-men movies wouldn’t exist, but X-men would in real life? it’s so weird?
This is a Modern Day!AU.
Title: Identical. Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader. (Implied Evan Peters x Reader.). Words: 1094. Rating: T. (Mentions of Sex).
“Hey, babe.” Was usually the first thing you heard in the morning while walking to your first seminar, and the mere sound of the voice saying it was enough to make your heart flutter. A small peck to your cheek was placed, and his dark, on the verge of black, brown eyes locked with yours as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He wasn’t wearing a sweater this morning, which surprised you a small bit. It was starting to get bitter cold in the morning time, and walking from your dorm to the tech building across campus was your least favorite thing. But, Peter made it worth while as he held onto you tightly, his body heat slamming against your skin. It amazed you how hot he was, his fingers brushing up and down your arm. You could feel the warmth of his touch, even through your sweater.
“Hey.” You finally replied, awake enough now to acknowledge that your boyfriend had come to your rescue before you passed out walking. Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you gazed up adoringly at the speedster you had the pleasure of calling your boyfriend. You could see the dark circles under his eyes, as the morning sun was finally rising. It illuminated his pale skin, making Peter look even more godly than he already did. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants, and his old school Metallica t-shirt. Chuckling, you bumped a bit carelessly into his side, knowing he’d catch you before stating in a lethargic tone, “You look tiiiiiired.”
“I’m always tired,” Peter explained and held you closer when he felt you shudder, “I stayed up last night to finish watching Stranger Things. I can officially say I’m obsessed. I may love it more than I love you.”
You could hear the playfulness in your voice, so you didn’t take his words seriously. The sun was above the horizon now, and lit up his beautiful, metallic hair. It looked like he only comb it with his fingers, which you didn’t doubt. Peter was the type of person to roll out of bed, and go on with life. He made messy bedhead look amazing. A few strands of soft hair slicked down his face, occasionally latching onto his eyelashes to which he’d blink or flick his head to the side to get the hairs away.
“I love Evan Peters more than I love you.” You retaliated in an equally cheeky and teasing voice.
“That guy from American Horror Story?” Peter inquired and glanced down at you as you nodded rather happily. “You think he’s cute?”
“He’s hot,” You told your love, tilting your head back and laughing at his expression to your words, “C’mon, you don’t think so?”
“Personally, no.” Peter swallowed and bit his bottom lip slowly. The action was intended to give him the appearance of being innocent, but did far from that. His answer though made you slightly confused. You weren’t the only one who have correlated his appearance to that of Evan Peters. Hell, half of the college campus thought they were somehow related, including a few professors. Girls typically flocked after him for this, but Peter was convinced it was because he was a catch. Which, he was truly.
Peter merely shrugged and pouted his lips. “I just don’t think Evan Peters is attractive.”
Hearing that, you slipped out of his touch and stepped in front of him. Peter stopped walking, but not without bumping into you slightly. He gazed down at you with wide, doe like eyes, “What?”
“Are you kidding me?”
“I made you mad-”
“No, I’m not mad. I’m just reall…” You paused and sighed, rubbing your face, “You don’t know anyone who looks like Evan Peters? Anyone you’re really close with?” You urged and pressed a hand against his chest. Involuntarily, Peter shuddered at the affection and locked eyes with you.
Peter thought, before shaking his head no, his gaze never leaving yours.
“Oh my god, Peter!” You shrieked and threw your head back dramatically, your book bag almost shrugging off your shoulder with that action. “You look just like him!”
“Yes, you!” You laughed and patted your hand against his chest, “Seriously! You don’t see it?” He shook his head once again, “Seriously?” Again, he shook his head, “You guys could be twins, it’s really creepy.”
Peter laughed with you and cupped your cheeks, “is it really that creepy?” Craning his head towards you, he pressed his forehead against yours and bit his bottom lip once again.
“Actually, yeah. It is. It’s been so distracting ever since Claire in my Biology class pointed it out to me a few months ago.” Smiling, a small chuckle bubbled in your throat, “Even Kurt and Scott think you look like him. And Evan is Scott’s man crush, so he knows.”
“It’s nice to know Scott looks at me that much.” Peter said cockily. “So, you loved me before you figured out I looked like your celebrity crush?”
Giggling, you shook your head, “I fell in love after I figured it out.” You whispered teasingly. From the closeness of your faces, Peter could smell the coffee on your breath and felt his lips tilt into a small smile. He could kiss you right now and taste what sort of coffee you had, he thought to himself. “I mean, the only real difference is your hair, and your sense of style?” Peter swallowed and began thinking, visualizing Evan’s face so he could draw a comparison. “Your lips…” You placed a small peck to the right side of Peter’s mouth, “your eyes, your facial structure, just… The two of you look a lot alike, I’m surprised you don’t see it.”
“That explains why you said Evan last week when we-”
“You wish.” You interrupted him.
“I really don’t.” Peter gave you a sly smile and grasped around your waist, “I don’t want you to be in love with anyone other than me.”
“Well, today is your lucky day, Maximoff.” It was your turn to bite at your bottom lip, but it was due to the sudden closeness of your boyfriend, his nose lightly poking yours, “‘Cause I love you.”
He kissed you, slowly and gently at first before quickening the pace to light and feathery pecks. “Do you? Or, do you love that I look like Evan Peters?”
You hummed under your breath, “Why not both?”
“Fair enough answer,” Peter pressed his lips against yours once again, “but I am prettier than him, right?”