#peter maximoff headcanons

[my-own-walker]

could you write headcanons for Peter maximoff a mix of smut and romantic, fluff please?

Peter Maximoff - Headcanons

note: gonna try to get all of these hc requests done today. I’ll get started with all of my other requests tomorrow/next day/etc hehe. so many came in at once 😅

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Peter is your dream guy if you’re into funny guys.

He’s actually so hilarious, he makes you laugh until your stomach hurts.

He’s surprisingly chivalrous. Will open doors for you. Pulls out your chair for you when you go to restaurants.

Dude knows how to please you 100%

Gives you head using his vibrating power (as I’ve written about before)

Sends you to heaven every time

He’s very passionate in bed. He’s a naturally fast paced person so he wants you and he wants you now.

Not a problem because you want him too. Just as badly.

He’s one that tends to like ripping clothes. He can show restraint the whole time you’re having sex, but when it comes to taking your clothes off, he’s impatient as hell.

He’s really good too. He won’t stop until you come. He’s not one of those selfish guys that only cares if he comes. No. You gotta come too.

Multiple times too. He wants you to experience ecstasy.

Out of bed he’s a complete dork. So funny. So cute.

The type to get you flowers on the at home from wherever he’s been just because he thought of you.

And he thinks of you often.

Very very often.

You’re all he thinks about.

He’s very affectionate in public. He takes you anywhere you wanna go using his speed.

Like yes it can be Europe or Korea if you really want it that bad. He doesn’t care.

He spoils the fuck out of you like all the time. You want it, you got it. He’s just that willing to please you. His powers really add to that.

You always say to him ‘just because you can doesn’t mean you should,’ but he still doesn’t heed that. He will race to Italy for pizza for you if that’s what you want.

He’s the most loving creature.

If he could give you the world he would.

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My loves I was so drunk writing this I hope it makes sense. Love ya!!

#peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff headcanons #peter maximoff x reader #Peter maximoff #evan peters #evan peters x reader #headcanons

[silverzoomies]

Ooh you should do like headcannons of what it’s like sleeping next to Peter or having kids with Peter

ohhhh my gosh this is so intimidating, but i'll try my best !!

💙peter maximoff headcanons💙

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💙sleeping next to peter💙

listen, anon...

i personally don't imagine he sleeps

like, at all. ever

but if he did? he's either one of two sleeper types

he might crash like a log. and you won't be able to move him once he's conked out. like good luck tryin' to roll him off you

if you gotta get up? sucks to suck. you're stuck there for a while

but he could also be the type to toss and turn in his sleep

like, all night. super restless. kicking his legs and everything

might even talk a lot in his sleep, rambling incoherent babble

you'd wake up to him saying shit like, "ohhhh shit. forgot i left the cats in the car."

but he doesn't drive. he doesn't even have cats. what's he dreamin' about??? does he dream as fast as he moves????

he might also switch gears a lot. going from super clingy, to super distant really quick

one moment, he's got his cheek pressed to yours, snuggling super close. needing to be near you so bad, otherwise he'll literally die

the next, he wants his space. stretches himself out on the other side of the bed. and if you come too close, he lowkey groans about it. but like affectionately

he's like a picky cat hopped up on too much adrenaline

i don't think he'd be too overly affectionate, though. if anyone wrapped him up in a cuddle session for too long, he might get pretty antsy. just in case he's gotta move

don't even get me started on the potential for morning wood

💙having kids with peter💙

would strive to be the best damn dad ever, and you can't convince me otherwise

since he grew up without a dad himself. he wouldn't want his children to grow up feelin' the way he did

he'd try to be super present in their lives, and very involved. even if things got a little too overwhelming sometimes

he'd wanna be nothing but supportive and loving of all their hobbies and endeavors

peter knows when to set boundaries, but he'd have a tendency to be a little too lenient

once his kid got a little older, he'd be so tempted to drag them into some harmless trouble. to your dismay

like, they'd start pulling pranks on you together. but the pranks are as simple as pelting you with water balloons when you're least expecting it

or, oh no! he ran them to mcdonald's for somethin' to snack on. without you! and right after you said you were gonna make dinner that night too! they'll ruin their appetites like that!

"okay, but they really wanted nuggets. wouldn't stop askin' about it. they even said please! what was i supposed to do? say no!? look at this face!!" and he gestures to your kid's precious doll face

if his kid is born with mutant genes, he'd be so goddamn proud

and a little worried too. he'd be terrified of how his kid would be treated in school, especially for bein' different

that is...unless you enrolled your kid at charles's school. most ideal scenario honestly. peter would feel way more content then

his kid definitely wants to become a great, x-men hero like their papa someday

he introduces his kiddo to his favorite music wayyyy early on. like, your newborn is resting in their crib. and he's playin' pink floyd like it's a lullaby

"honey, we really gotta make sure this lil rascal's educated, don't we?" but he's talking about exposing them to david bowie

but if his kid grew up listening to all the genres he doesn't, he'd still be as supportive as he could

his kid likes lil nas or lady gaga or somethin'? he's takin' the whole family to a live show. he's wearing the merch. he's learning the songs. he's singin' those songs in the crowd

i do think he'd get pretty anxious, though. might worry he's not a good enough father. maybe thinks he's not cut out for it. you have to reassure him all the time: he's doing the best he can. better than you could ever hope for

he's busy with hero work and teaching a lot of the time. when he starts to get a lil too absent, he's terrified he's neglecting his kid in some way

but he's got no idea his kiddo thinks the entire world of him. literally the coolest dad ever in the history of the universe. his kid will go to school and be like "yeah well my dad's quicksilver"

he's the kinda dad who's gonna splurge on christmas gifts. so many, you won't be able to see the floor. you're worried he stole them all. but he swears on his life he paid for everything. he's gotta set a good example, after all !!

impossible challenge: try not to feel soft after thinkin' about him sitting in his kiddo's bed. readin' a bedtime story. doin' silly voices and pointing at all the pictures

the bedtime stories are x-men comics

#wow this is a lot sorry ksdjghdskjgsg #txt #peter maximoff headcanons #peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff x reader #long post

[am3ricanh0rrorwh0re]

Peter Maximoff Headcanons ⚡️

sfw headcanons !!

would take you on an arcade date

would accidentally shoot you in laser tag and then beg a little kid to shoot him so he could join you

whines about not beating his high score on Pac-man

will cuddle you to sleep

he’s literally a spooning God (would switch between big and little spoon depending on his mood)

brings you back food or a little token of some sort whenever he goes out with his friends

would totally play with your hair while you read, journal, color, anything

gives you a super cute nickname in his phone !! “sugarcakes 💞” “Future Mrs. Maximoff ❤️” etc

would take you on motorcycle rides and possibly give you whiplash, then feel super bad about it

would introduce you to Pink Floyd and then call it “our music”

would learn a singular song on guitar to play for you only once

#peter maximoff headcanons #peter maximoff #quicksilver headcanons #i’m pushing out posts like a mother of 12 pushes out children #not requested #quickie my man

[quickiesgirl]

Hi there! If you’re not taking requests that’s fine this is just a cute idea I had

I’m not thin/skinny I’m more curvy and I get insecure about that. My boyfriend is so sweet about that and always reassures me I’m beautiful and that my belly is “his” lol

So what if Peter was dating the reader, and he/she/they are just insecure about they’re body shape? Curvy, thin, whatever?

He would constantly just give them kisses on their head and face while holding them saying how beautiful they are, and take them out and encourage them to wear outfits they want to wear and not necessarily what they are supposed to wear and-

we support peter maximoff being supportive 🥺🥹

I’m so glad you requested this. I struggle with body insecurity too, and I’ve been wanting to write something on the topic that's involving Peter, and how kind and comforting he’d be to Reader. I hope you like this as much as I do!

Peter Maximoff Comforting Insecure Curvy!Reader HC

Peter really is the most supportive boyfriend anyone could ever ask for, <3

He is always encouraging you to show your beauty to the world and would never urge you to change anything about yourself.

Whenever you're feeling insecure, he's always there to make you feel special.

Peter crawls up between your thighs and gives you little tummy kisses, whispering kind words about how perfect you are as he does.

“You're the most beautiful, *kiss* perfect *kiss* creature this world has ever seen, *kiss* and if there's people out there who can’t see that, then it's their loss.”

Peter loves your curves and squishiness and finds it so fucking attractive, but every time he sees you feeling insecure about them, it kills him inside.

He’ll notice you on the other side of the room, self-consciously covering your stomach as you stare back at the reflection of the dress you picked out for tonight's dinner party. 

Peter slowly comes up from behind and tenderly wraps his arms around you, placing little kisses down your neck and shoulders, “Mmh- fuck, babe, you look so fucking hot!" 

"How am I supposed to focus tonight with you wearing that sexy dress?”

A smile forms across your face as you uncontrollably blush and playfully roll your eyes at him. 

But, when Peter finds you alone in your room, curled up in an oversized sweater and some baggy clothes, hiding away from the world. 

He holds you in his arms as you bury your face in his inner neck and explain to him how your feeling.

He gives you little comforting forehead kisses and runs his fingers through your hair as he sits there and listens.

After you’ve let it all out. Peter makes sure to express how fucking stunning you are and tells you your self-worth.

“Your body is gorgeous, babe, and there is no reason to feel ashamed or insecure about it. ”

He tells you, wiping your tears away with the sleeve of his shirt.

And after, if you just want to spend the day in bed and cuddle, he’ll speed away and run back with a little homemade gift basket full of your favorite comfort foods, some of your favorite movies, and some fluffy blankets to lift your spirits.

Peter is the person in your life that makes you shine. He makes you feel so beautiful and gives you the confidence to embrace yourself.

And he loves you no matter what. <3

#peter maximoff #peter maximoff headcanons #peter maximoff x fem!reader #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff xmen #quicksilver #quicksilver headcanon #quicksilver x reader #quicksilver x y/n #quicksilver x you #quicksilver xmen #xmen #evan peters #requested #quickiesgirl writing

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Hiya! Could I possibly request C (comfort) from the fluff alphabet with Peter Maximoff?

Thanks!

Absolutely anon <3 (fluff alphabet can be found here)

C omfort- How would they help if their s/o is feeling down/have a panic attack etc.?

When Peter notices you're upset, he immediately wants to help you. He'll talk to you about it, and let you vent to him if you want. If you don't feel like talking, then either he'll do all the talking, telling you about his day and recent hijinks he's gotten in to, or he'll simply sit with you and keep you company. If you're having an anxiety or panic attack in public, he'll quickly zoom you to someplace more private so you'll feel safe and calm down easier

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Taglist: @anxiously-sad @iloveentrapta @ghot-girl @taecube @nevilleismywhore @xxromanoffxx @your-next-daydream

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[clarencethemouse]

Peter Maximoff Relationship Headcanons

cause I’m currently suffering brain rot for this man

also, this is exclusively the X-Men saga Quicksilver. He’s just a little more superior than the MCU one, fight me. 

first of all I headcanon this man as bisexual with a lean towards women

so take that as you must

and you are a human in this. I may make another one where you are a mutant, but for now let’s keep things simple

you knew about his mutation immediately. It’s kind of hard for him to hide it

at first you were weirded out. D.C wasn’t loaded with a mutant population for a reason

but you got over it quickly, and you two hit it off within time

I don’t think it would have been as fast paced of a relationship as it could have been. There were things to get used to, and Peter can be a little much to handle at times

but things worked out

so this boy is a loser. We all know it

his inability to keep a job or maintain his own place in society has rendered him living in his mom’s basement. You know it’s something he can’t control, and you don’t fault him for it

he faults himself for it, though

he hates knowing that you have to pay for the majority of fancy dates and such. He does steal you some nice things, though, to make up for it. 

9/10 times you make him return it

that once you just really liked the vinyl and couldn’t part with it

you adore his sisters, Wanda and Lorna

you were in the room when Lorna’s mutations sparked for the first time. It was quiet frightening

Peter fully expected you to leave after that incident. His mutant family was surely too much for you to handle now

so what did you do after several days of pouting and whining from him?

you pushed him on the basement couch and showed him how you were staying, if you get my drift

a lot of your time together is spent at the arcade

you hate going to bars with him cause you know he’ll always win drinking games. You gets drunk in the process of the slight offhand chance that his metabolism may fail him on night, and he zooms you home. This became a routine for you

so much as to the point that he started faking drunkness just to let you feel like you won

your ego got a good boost that night

if you were together before he joined the X-Men, he quietly left town for a few weeks. He tried to get a word to you, but things were difficult... all things Apocalypse considered

you def thought he ghosted you and skipped town. Maybe he got in too much trouble with the law and couldn’t escape this time through the safety of his sister’s closet

this launched an interrogation of his mom. She claimed she knew exactly where he went, but promised not to tell you until word was received from Peter that things were safe

this launched you into a frenzy

where had he gone that could be so dangerous? when would you ever see your boyfriend again?

once things settled down and everything was restored at the school, Peter begged and begged and begged Charles to let him invite you to live at the school

Charles gave in, happy to incorporate more regular folk into the school

Peter rushed home to find you crying in your bedroom. It had been two months since he left. You were feeling things

you smacked him upon sight

he deserved it

fast forward a few weeks and you’re fully moved into the mansion, just in time for a new semester to start

since the loss of several teachers as of late, Charles was happy to have anyone new in staff. He didn’t care that you weren’t qualified

you and Peter got married a year later

it was definitely something to settle into. You didn’t feel right for the student to hand their problems to, seeing as you never experienced life as a mutant. You never experienced their same struggles

but you were willing to hand out boy advice to one specific twelve year old girl who you got close with, Charmaine. She was in your first class of the morning, and you two developed a mentor-apprentice bond

ha funny story

so Charmaine has the ability to pass through walls. One night on a dare she passed through your and Peter’s bedroom... and you had to beg Jean with blood sweat and tears to wipe her memory the next morning

you eventually got far more adjusted to life at the mansion

and then Jean became the Phoenix

#quicksilver #peter maximoff #evan peters #peter maximoff headcanons #x men

[quickandsilvers]

Sick Day 🔥

Peter Maximoff x fem!reader SMUT

Summary: Reader has come down with an illness, so Peter decides its time to repay the favour and take care of her.

Warnings: Oral sex(fem), fingering, kissing, humping, mention of a sex toy, embarrassment on readers end, Peter being an annoying and yet also very adorable airhead

Word count: 5083

Taglist: @kaismanwich @evpeters87 (Let me know if you want to be added or removed!!)

A/N: im really happy with how this turned out, so im hoping anyone reading will enjoy it too.💕

A good night's sleep was tough enough to get as an Xmen.

Sleeping in went unbeknownst to you, with late nights on missions and grueling 6am training sessions, requiring you to be up and ready to go while everyone else slept lethargically in their rooms without a single care in the world.

This weekend was supposed to be your reprieve, no early mornings, no new work, just a chance to lie in and scoff as many cake snacks as possible until you grew nauseous. Or it should've been. This weekend was anything but.

Since it was a Friday night, and you’d just had a full day of lectures (courteous to Charles, of whom seemed to thrive off of your misery) you promised yourself that Saturday was the day you would crack on and do.. Well.. nothing.

Lying in bed, however, the probability of this happening seemed bleak. Dull, aching pain shot through your stomach intermittently, and the feeling of whole body numbness and nausea couldnt be shaken.

Whimpering and clutching at your stomach, you feebly use your powers to close your bedroom door. You would rather be caught stark naked running through Charles prized white rose bushes than be seen writhing in your bed like you were doing your best attempt of a caterpillar in the process of metamorphosis. You were very aware of Peter’s frequent roaming of the halls, knowing if he caught you in such a state you would never be able to live it down.

You felt weak. Insecure. A class four mutant and yet you succumbed to something as simple as a stomach ache and fever?

It was a fight to repress the pain. A fight you were in fact losing, and you weren’t sleeping because of it.

You weren't exactly sure how your sickness had flared up, but living in a mansion full of prepubescent kids that paid more attention to what was being served for lunch, rather than the basic hygiene and cleanliness standards made you less than surprised.

A glance at your phone. 2:37 AM. A sorry sign given that you’d gone to bed at quarter to twelve. With an exasperated huff you got up, instantly squatting to the ground to lessen the pain that was realized with it. Then, slowly, you maneuvered yourself into your bathroom, supporting your jittery hands on the countertop of your sink before looking into the mirror.

Holy shit, someone alert the authorities. Exorcism needed, stat. Pale faced skin, lidded eyes and disheveled hair greeted you like a slap in the face, only seeming to aid in your shitty mood.

Groaning, you trudged back into the confines of your bed, too lazy to attempt fixing whatever happened to your appearance and disappearing under the covers. You ignored the sweltering heat emitting off of your body, instead picking up your phone once more and dialing a number you knew off by heart.

As an adult, you should’ve been able to handle being sick on your own. But you still wanted to talk to Peter, at least let him know that you weren't feeling great. He owed it to you anyway, you reassured yourself, remembering his leg fracture after the Apocalypse battle, making you his personal assistant for the next two weeks.

A very, very long two weeks. Not that you minded too much, especially when aiding him in getting dressed in the morning, but you soon realized he was essentially just a giant toddler, with no sense of spatial awareness or consideration for your busy schedule.

Peter had somehow influenced you into sharing the same bed for the time his leg was broken, exaggerating the fact he might ‘roll off the bed and be confined to the floor like a turtle stuck on its back.’ His words, not yours.

You weren’t even sure if that was a plausible excuse. Nonetheless, it worked, and you spent the next while being laid upon as though he were a weighted blanket, his stifling speedster body heat having the same effect on you as a sauna.

That you could deal with until you discovered his tendency to constantly be moving around on the bed, even whilst sleeping. One time you woke up with your best friend sprawled out in a way you can only describe as a malfunctioned starfish, limbs stretched out in ways you didn't imagine were possible.

The morning after you made a satirical statement of tying Peter down to the bed to keep him still, only to instantaneously regret it after being met with wiggling eyebrows and a plethora of bondage jokes.

Snapping yourself out of your tranfix, you dial the number, not having to wait as Peter picked up before the first ring.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” He said. You could practically hear his grin from down the phone.

“Hey, are you busy?” You spoke the best you could, wincing at the voice crack you made.

“Geezz, what's up with you?” Peter snorted, and you could hear the faint buzz of his Mrs Pacman machine, telling you he was in his basement. “Yer mouth sexed a can of helium or what?”

Rolling your eyes, you cleared your throat, ignoring the burning sensation traveling through your trachea. “Shut up, Maxipad-'' you could hear his groan through the screen “i was gonna say that i'm just not feeling that good right now. Nothing terminal, was just gonna ask if you could stop by or someth-?”

A woosh sounded from your phone before the call ended, and with a fwip, Peter was standing in your bedroom.

With your half-lidded eyes you glanced up to see your best friend, clad in his million dollar man tee and the only pair of pants you’ve ever seen him wear, the dark metallic color almost black due to the lack of light in your bedroom.

Donning his signature grin hinted with a smidge of concern, Peter blew a section of his silvery hair out of his face before his chocolate eyes locked onto yours. Peter titled his head in amusement, snorting at what you could only assume was your current state of appearance.

Before you could come up with a witty remark, a cough attack silenced your words, making you lean into a sitting position and struggle for breath. When it was over, you noticed Peter now standing on your left with his grin replaced with blatant concern, handing you a glass of water he seemed to have just magically pulled out of his ass.

You eyed the glass, your throat thirsty and parched, but suspicious over the unusual act of care.

“Did you spit in it?” You ask hoarsley, although accepting the drink.

“Please, i’m not that much of an airhead.” Peter argued, laughing at your deadpan gaze. “Besides, it’s not me who you should be worried about. We both know Scott is the most diseased out of all of us.”

“You're still hung up on that?” You barked in laughter before sputtering at the wave of pain sent through your throat.

A few weeks prior, the mansion held a birthday celebration for Kurt, where Scott had one too many to drink. The night ended with your friend sprawled out in a nearby bush outside the mansion, hurling into what poor Scott drunkenly believed was a bag.

The bag in question? Peter’s silver jacket.

“It was my only one!” Peter whined, “they don’t make ‘em anymore!”

You covered your laugh with your hand, knowing Peter’s beloved jacket was a sensitive topic. Although, you made a mental note to find a jacket as similar to his as possible, knowing that the speedsters birthday was just around the corner.

“I’m sure you’ll live.” You smiled, before furrowing your brows as you watched Peter rustling around your cupboards.

“I’m looking for some cough sweets” Peter remarked as he continued to rummage through your things, sensing your confusion. “-for your throat”

You nodded, pointing to a pair of drawers on the opposite side of where you were laying in bed. “Bedside table drawer.” Fwip.

Whilst focusing on adjusting your position into a comfortable one, you could hear the sound of the drawer being pulled open, the rustling indicating Peter’s fumbling.

A half-minute later, you find a comfy spot and turn towards Peter, the background noises coming to a stop and his voice speaking up.

“Found i- oh, hel-lo.” He whistled.

“Did you find the cough sweets?” You asked. Studying his gaze, you wrinkled your nose in puzzlement as Peter stared into the drawer, a wide grin forming on his flushed face.

From knowing Peter since the Xmen formed in ‘83, you recognised this smirk from anywhere, identifying it from when Peter teases you about something. Which of course, is constantly.

“What?” You turn to throw a blanket over yourself before looking back. As you do, you see Peter staring at you with a wicked smile, an arched eyebrow and-

Fuck.

Your silver vibrator in his hand.

Your eyes get impossibly wide and your jaw goes slack in a combination of surprise and pure horror. You completely forgot about that thing, being so busy with missions and training meant that you hadn’t had the time to kick back and relax like you used to do.

The realization that the vibrator was silver, your best friend's infamous signature color, only added to your embarrassment. How were you gonna dig yourself out of this one?

Peter’s grin only gets wider at the comical realization on your face. A few moments of silence and, as if you had been cured miraculously, you scrambled towards him, kneeling upon the bed so that you were only just in line with his twinkling eyes.

Peter snickered as you got closer, drawing the vibrator closer to his chest, almost possessively.

“A vibrator, huh?” He confirms in that annoying tone you had got to know so well. The tone that makes you want to sink into the ground and be one with the soil, no conscience or memory of the situation you are facing.

“That’s something personal, give it back.” You point out, sharp and firm. You extend your hand, waiting for Peter to give you the vibrator, but of course, you remain ignored. “Don’t get cocky about it. The color choice was a coincidence.”

Peter smiles lopsidedly and glances down at you. “I wasn’t sayin’ it was, babe.. But now you’ve got me thinkin’..” He ponders, quirking one of his eyebrows again and waving the silicone in the air mockingly, his thumb resting on the button of the vibrator keenly.

“It was the only color left in stock.” Liar.

Noticing his disbelieving gaze and cocky smirk, you know that you are just digging yourself a bigger hole. You grit your teeth, darting your hand out to try and grab your toy but to not avail, it doesn’t seem like he was giving it back anytime soon.

That annoys you more than it would if it was anyone else, but it's Peter, the most childlike, insufferable, annoying jerk you had ever had a silly crush on passionate hatred for.

You step closer to once more grab your embarrassing secret, but Peter yanks it down and hides it behind his back gleefully. You can't stop that quick move, but you manage to grab Peter by the bicep and push him back and against the bedside table.

You realize that you are now standing really close to him; one side of your body is pressed against Peter’s and you can even feel his tickling breath on your face. Peter stares at you with that twisted, amused look for a few more seconds before he starts blabbering again.

“I guess that you're more of a naughty chick than I was thinkin’, huh?” He speaks in a weird, yet somehow seductive, low voice.

A high-speed buzz trembled next to your ear and you turn, only for your eyes to set on the vibrator Peter was clutching, the silicone moving in rapid motion as he fiddled with the settings.

“This surely ain’t the fastest it can go?” Peter asked rhetorically, and you noticed as his teasing expression switched, as if he were struck dumb with surprise. “Pretty lame if you ask me babe.”

You clench your jaw as you felt the heat rising to your cheeks, the suggestive undertone from his words not going unnoticed by you. You fight against it, not wanting to blush and give Peter more satisfaction.

Another ego boost you fear may be fatal, but you can't help it; your cheeks turning crimson. Peter notices and giggles, nibbling the side of his lip.

“Ya know yer look totally bitchin’ when yer blushing?” He says coyly, and that comment only makes your blush intensify, however you refuse to back down. Nothing you do can bring you back from an endless lifetime of teasing hanging over your head.

“Stop that,” you say harshly, albeit shakily “And give me the vi-.. Just give it back,” Your nose wrinkles at the mere word, embarrassed to come to terms with what your best friend has found in your drawer. You tug Peter’s arm, harder this time, but he doesn't relinquish.

“Yer want it back?” he teases and you know exactly what's coming next. “Then come get it,” Peter pulls back his arm. Fwip. He stands confidently at the other side of your bedroom. You groan. “Why do you always have to act like this?!” You yell, exasperated but not surprised, feebly running after him.

Peter is now standing in the middle of your bathroom with a shit-eating grin and the vibrator dangling in his hand, joyfully inspecting the streaks of silver running along it.

You can only imagine what he is thinking in this moment, the thought of you spread out on your bed, thrusting your toy in and out at a steady pace, soft whimpers and praises of his name squeaking out of you. Peter’s cock twitched at the mere thought.

“Come on babe, if you want it back, you have to fight for it,” he goads, waving the vibrator right in your face.

That's it, you have to stop this now.

You throw yourself against Peter and you both fall back onto the bed. You struggle for a moment and the speedster is giggling the whole time, evidently amused by the situation. He surely loves torturing you like this and the thought of that makes you feel even angrier and struggle harder.

You keep trying to yank his right arm, but Peter pushes you back and hides the hand that's holding the vibrator behind his back once more, sporting a borderline malicious grin.

“What, babe? Are yer gonna give up now?” He teases with an evil smirk that makes you lose it again. You push him forward and manage to make him fall back in the bed. Then you get on top of him, straddling Peter as a way to keep him from moving, but the effort seems to be futile as he keeps shifting under you; his head ducked in the hollow of your neck and one of his hands holding you back by the hip.

After a moment, he stops struggling and you realize that Peter is breathing heavily. You can feel his warm breath brushing the side of your neck and you notice that your own breathing is hitching too.

You pull back, observing Peter's devil gaze. In record time, literally, Peter flipped your positions, his hands snaking into yours as he holds them either side of your head. You stay quiet, glancing up at your best bud and awaiting his next move.

Glancing down at your lips, Peter’s tongue protrudes as he swipes it across his own, chest heaving in excitement. “If yer gave me the chance, babe?” His words were sincere and low.

“I could take real good care of ya.” Peter’s now dark gaze looks up and bores into your own, emphasizing his words in a way that had you needing him already.

You gulped as your breath hitched, your legs involuntarily rubbing together for friction. Arousal seeped from your entrance, beginning to soak your panties, being concealed only by the oversized sleep shirt you had over you.

If Peter had this effect on you with just his words, you wondered how you would survive with him balls deep inside. The thought alone made your thighs quake.

You weren’t stupid. You were very aware of Peter’s dating history and his tendency to ‘get around.’ But could you blame him? With the power to move any part of his body at mind bogglingly rapid speeds, you were surprised that there wasn’t a line of women outside his dorm room each night, cash in hand.

Peter was a respectful lover, of course, making it known his intentions from the get-go, but you couldn’t help but feel insecure from the inexperience you had against him. You weren’t a virgin, but you absolutely weren’t experienced either.

Peter felt your legs quivering as he looked down, fighting against the Gods themselves to not moan at the sight before him. Your baggy shirt had lifted up during the tussle, revealing your lace panties, wet from your arousal. His own cock leaked in response, and Peter looked back up, awaiting your response.

He was Peter. Your Peter; and you trusted him wholeheartedly.

“Really?”

“Scout’s honor, babe.” Peter grinned, holding up four fingers. He wasn’t a scout, nor was he holding up the right amount of fingers, but that was enough for you.

Smiling, you nodded, and Peter’s nervous facade dropped instantly as a teasing smirk adorned his features. He sat up to pull his shirt over his head in one swift motion, then leant back down to meet you in a passionate kiss.

Your lips parted instantly, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth while his fingers found the hem of your shirt, sliding up until the pads of his fingers tickled and grazed your waist. Peter hummed in content, enjoying the slight jolts your body made in reaction to his soft touches.

Sliding his hand along your spine, your back arched, allowing Peter to pull you up into a sitting position and gently take off your shirt. Once the material was discarded on the floor and you were left in just your panties, Peter grinned like a schoolboy at the sight of your bare chest, watching your nipples gradually harden from the exposure to the cold air.

A low groan rumbled from the back of his throat as he leant forward to blow cool air on your tits briefly, making you whimper and curl your hands into his unbelievably soft hair that you were impossibly jealous of.

He leaned back quickly to remove his shirt, discarding it in the general direction where he threw yours.

Peter’s focus moved back to your face, taking you in another sweet kiss as his chest collided with yours. The warmth between your bodies was comforting, especially when Peter pressed them together and pulled back from the kiss to travel back down. He kissed down the valley of your breasts, moving to the underside with an unsuspecting nip, making you gasp and clutch onto his hands.

Your eyes closed as Peter worked on your chest, nipping, licking and sucking the both of them, leaving a trail of marks that showed your belonging to him. When his soft touches subsided, you opened your eyes, only to be met with Peter’s dark ones and a smirk gracing his pinkish lips.

You were about to question him on why he stopped before he shushed you and tilted his head teasingly.

“Be honest with me, babe. Yer bought that vibrator with me in mind.” Peter smiled cheekily as you flushed once more, shaking your head in denial.

“It was just a big coincid-” you stopped mid sentence as your best friend quirked his eyebrow, disbelief coating his expression. You sighed.

“I guess.. It might've been at the back of my mind..” you mumbled almost inaudibly, averting your gaze due to the sheer embarrassment of admitting your dirty secret to the very last person you intended to tell.

Peter mockingly leaned closer towards you, cupping his ear with his hand as if it were impaired. “I’m sorry, babe, couldn’t hear yer there. What did ya say?” You glared at him, only making him laugh and continue with the gesture until you did what he wanted.

“Okay- fine! Yes, it was about you. Don’t be gettin’ so cocky about it, alright?” You admitted, exasperated.

Peter snickered jovially, his chest puffing out in show that your words had already given him the ego boost he was craving for. You could barely revel in your humiliation before you gasped, a buzzing emitting from your clit that made you writhe in a frenzy.

“All yer had to do was tell me the where and when, babe.” Peter grinned, gazing at your blissful expressions as the pads of his fingers pressed deeper into your clit, making you rock your hips into his hand. “Yer don’t need that toy when ya have the living, breathing, undoubtedly sexier thing.” You failed to answer, instead nodding vigorously and whimpering.

The buzzes came to an abrupt stop as his hands slid back out of your soaking panties, and you whined at the loss of contact, humping the air to gain some sort of friction to keep you going.

Peter snickered beside you, a comment about how needy you were for him going unnoticed by you as you whined for his touch.

You gripped onto his hands tight, gasping as Peter once more began kissing down your chest, but this time passing your breasts and moving down your stomach, peppering kisses along the way.

“Your skin is so fuckin’ soft,” Peter groaned, grabbing your thighs with a “c’mere” and pulling you towards him “what typa baby powder are yer usin’, huh?” His voice blabbered on and you let out a sound that was between a chuckle and a moan, your chest heaving as you awaited his heavenly touches.

Hooking your aching legs over his shoulders, Peter reached for the strap of your underwear, his fingers hooking underneath and sliding them off. You could faintly hear the fumble of the material, unknowing that Peter had shoved your wet panties in his trouser pocket.

One of his hands reached upwards to join with yours again, giving you the added reassurance that you would be okay and safe with him.

Your mind completely dissociated from anything other than him as Peter parted your sticky folds with his tongue, sliding the wetness up until he reached the other end. He giggled into your core, making you furrow your brows in confusion but shiver at the vibrations rippling through you.

“I was thinkin’.. It just reminded me of that old guy parting the seas.” Peter chuckled, and your head lifted up to look at your best friend in pure shock. ”What was his name? Monty? Moses? Moses! It was Moses.”

The Fuck?

“You seriously cannot be quoting the bible whilst eating me out, Peter.” You couldn’t believe what he just said. He couldn’t have been the furthest from sexy in this moment, and yet your body was still trembling from anticipation and want. You laid back down, chuckling from the irony and utter bullshit Peter spew out.

“Sorry, sorry.” Peter grimaced, cringing at his own actions “not the time.” Letting out a breath of hot air that hit your center, you gasped, immediately forgetting about what just occurred.

Peter dove in fully this time, leaving you almost no time to prepare as his tongue swirled around your slick in a way that had you clawing at your interlocked hands, gripping Peter so tightly you feared you may be cutting off his circulation.

Your body jolted uncontrollably, and using his other hand, Peter pressed it against your stomach to cease your movements, your skin burning up underneath his touch.

The bed rocked underneath you, not only from your involuntary movements but from the relentless thrusts Peter made on the bed, his cock hardening from your squeaks and moans that he was creating. He humped the bed, groaning into your core, only adding in the stimulation and pleasure, taking you to the brink of screaming so loud that Ororo could be able to hear you from the other side of the mansion.

Peter’s nose tickled your clit as he lapped at your heat, giving you that extra stimulation that took you where you needed to get faster. Your breathing quickened as you felt a finger penetrate through your folds and fully into you, making you gasp and clench, begging him to just move. Move.

The mix of his tongue flicking and buzzing your clit and his now two fingers pumping you in and out sent you into a frenzy, your moans only spurring Peter on, taking him to the edge of his own release.

The only thing you could think about was Peter and the exhilarating pleasure that he was providing you. You seized up as if you were in fear his actions would stop altogether, burning pressure building inside of you to the point you felt like you might explode.

With a curl of his fingers against a particularly spongy spot inside of you, you cried out Peter’s name as your back arched expertly off the bed, blazing intense bliss shooting out from your core and spraying the mattress, your thighs and Peter’s face.

Crying out once more in pure euphoria, your back hit the bed as you spasmed, Peter’s tongue working you through your orgasm.

Breathing heavily, you shuddered as Peter’s fingers slid out of you, a trail of your sticky release coating his digits. He all but moaned at the sight, arousal pooling in his belly as he unconsciously jutted his hips forward once more, seeking and finding the contact for his rock hard erection that was painfully constricted in the tight confines of his pants.

After a few more sharp thrusts, a filthy moan came out from Peter, his mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ shape and thick ropes of hot cum spilling into his underwear.

As your high came to an end Peter moved to kneel above you, putting his slick-covered fingers into his mouth and closing his eyes, humming at the taste. You didn’t even have the strength to utter out thanks to Peter, watching him tiredly as he wiped his chin of arousal.

He leant down briefly to kiss the inside of both your quivering thighs before laying them down to rest against the mattress.

Humming a low chuckle at your blissed out state, Peter took you into a delicate kiss, the taste of yourself and the heat of your altercation invading your senses. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling away after short intervals for air.

“Well?” he said, tucking a sweaty strand behind your ear.

“Well what?”

“Was it better than the vibrator?” Peter smirked, leaving wet kisses and hickies along your jawline that your peers would surely question about tomorrow.

You let out a few breaths, still struggling to come to terms with the fact that you just fucked your bestfriend.

“I think you know the answer to that, Peter.” You breathed lightly as his hair tickled your cheeks. He grinned against the skin of your neck, encouraging a tired smile of your own to break out.

He then sat up promptly, adorning a mischievous smile before using his speed to grab the vibrator, you watching him with wide eyes.

You thought he had the intentions for a second round, but you were dumbfounded as he sped over to your balcony, stepping outside and using his speed to throw the toy as far as a speedster deemed possible.

“Peter!!” You screeched, jumping out and quickly pulling on his tee, of which thankfully covered your bare bottom half, running up to the balcony and staring into the vast darkness. “That was mine, you airhead! You have to get it back!”

“It didn’t even work that well, princess.” Peter promptly shrugged at his actions, bending down to throw you over his shoulder. You screech once more, flinging your arms about in an attempt to cover your bare lower half, a string of obscenities leaving your sore throat.

He threw you onto the bed under the covers, disappearing for a nanosecond to clean up and then reappearing, wearing a sweatshirt and sleeping pants. Peter crawled under with you, nuzzling into your neck contently as if he hadn’t just lobbed your expensive toy to the other side of the continent.

You scoffed, pushing against his head. “I can’t believe you’ve actually just done that.”

Still unrelenting, Peters warm hands slowly rubbed up and down your thigh, as if trying to hypnotize you into sleep. “No regrets,” he grinned, voice slightly muffled as his breath hit your neck “besides, yer have me now babe.”

“Really?” You looked up at the ceiling in shock, not even thinking about what all this actually meant. “Like, as a couple?”

Peter nodded gleefully, moving his head away to look up at you with tousled hair and droopy eyes. “Just imagine, i can be your strong, handsome, ladies man, dreamy, seductive, great music taste, badass boyfriend that you can show off to all friends and family.” You laughed at his dreamy sigh, caressing your fingers into his hair.

“Seductive?” You question, your teasing smirk letting him know you were only joking around. “I would hardly compare you to Patrick Swayze.”

Peter gasped overdramatically, his hand quickly removing itself from your thigh, clenching it by his chest as if he were heartbroken. “Babe, have you seen my smoulder? The chicks faint at the sight.” You turn to look at him, only to see him adorning a quirked eyebrow and a theatrical smoulder not-so-gracefully embellishing his face.

You snort, using the hand in his hair to push Peter’s head back into your neck.

“The fact you just referred to women as ‘chicks’ only proves my point, Maxipad.” You say after a brief pause, only to be met with light snoring as Peter’s eyes closed, his arms wrapped around your middle and legs intertwined with your own.

You bit your lip from cheerfulness, relishing in the moment as your arms curl up by his chest, comforted by the heat radiating off his body.

It was the same cuddling as when his leg was broken, only the air had changed to that of intimacy, a warm buzzing feeling in your chest.

So yes, you had found something to do this weekend.

#peter maximoff #quicksilver #evan peters #xmen #evan peters masterlist #james patrick march #peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff fluff #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff smut #xmen peter maximoff #xmen days of future past #xmen headcanon #xmen quicksilver #xmen apocalypse

[kit-walk3r]

The Evans as Hit Tweets

Inspired by a few different twitter accounts I’ve seen here are the Evans as hit tweets I found online (mostly on Pinterest).

Tate

Kit

Kyle

Jimmy

James

Rory

Kai

Mr Gallant

Austin

Peter

#american horror story #ahs #evan peters #tate langdon #kit walker #kyle spencer #jimmy darling #james patrick march #rory monahan #kai anderson #mr gallant #austin sommers #Evan peters headcanon #x men #Peter maximoff #quicksilver

[xmcu-fietro]

headcanon: Erik making Peter metal fidget toys to help him focus more during xmen meetings since he knows it’s really hard for Peter not to use his powers during them

#having a dad who can control metal means endless metal fidgets right?? #if you look closely you can see me crying in a corner about this #I wish they got to be a family in the movies :(((( #peter maximoff #quicksilver #xmen #erik lehnsherr #magneto #dadneto #dadneto and quickson #quickson #adhd peter maximoff #headcanon

[gh0stlygen0]

Marvel Characters reactions to asking if they'd still love you if you were a worm

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Warnings: None!

Characters featured: Tony, Steve, Bruce, Thor, Loki, Natasha, Clint, Scott, Stephen, Peter, T'Challa, Vision, Wanda, Sam, Bucky

Genre: Comedy

Reader's Gender: Male aligned

Reader's Age: Not specified!

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Tony: "A worm? Ew no, I would step on you and watch you squirm under my shoe for fun and leave you to burn on the concrete."

Steve: "A worm?... As in the bug?.. Why would you be a worm?.."

Bruce: "What kinda question is that?"

Thor: "Loki is a two faced snake and I still hold him dear to my heart, of course I would love you if you were turned into a worm!"

Loki: ".... Pardon?.."

Natasha: *starts laughing at how fucking stupid the question is and doesn't answer after laughing for a straight 5 minutes, walking away while shaking her head and giving you a few pats on your shoulder before leaving, still laughing*

Clint: "No."

Scott: "Oh my god a worm?! Of course I would!! We can be Ant-Man and Worm-guy! Most kickass duo on the block."

Stephen: "I draw the line at bugs, I'll pass.."

Peter: "A worm? I mean..."

*thinks about it for a second*

"I guess so? You'd still be you, just- really small, and pink... And squishy and slimy... And- I'll stop, sorry."

T'Challa: "... Are you feeling alright? Have you eaten today? Did you get enough sleep?.."

Vision: "I'm not quite sure I understand what you're trying to ask. Why are you a worm?"

Wanda: *small laugh*

"Of course. I'd be right behind you turning into a worm as well. We can be happy worms together."

Sam: *stares at you with a blank face*

"Is that a serious question."

Bucky: *silence for a few seconds as he furrows his brows*

"... Huh?"

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#incorrect marvel quotes #avengers imagine #avengers x reader #marvel headcanons #x male reader #tony stark #steve rogers #bruce banner #thor odinson #loki odinson #natasha romanoff #clint barton #scott lang #stephen strange #peter parker #t'challa #vision #wanda maximoff #sam wilson #bucky barnes #iron man #captain america #hulk #black widow #hawkeye #ant man #dr strange #spiderman #black panther #scarlet witch

[wordsarelife]

DAY 15: A HOLLY JOLLY CHRISTMAS

pairing: platonic!avengers x gn!stark!reader, peter parker x gn!stark!reader

summary: just a few domestic headcanons about living with the avengers

warnings: mentions of kissing

notes: not really christmas themed, but whatever lol

living in the stark tower was the best thing in the world for you. you were sixteen and it felt like all of a sudden you had a huge family, when before it had always only been your dad and you

the best thing about it was, that they all didn't really act like grown ups but more like much older siblings. but it was great to have some role models, that weren't pepper or tony

then when peter and his aunt moved into the tower, you couldn't have been happier. he was your age and the both of you hit it off immidiately

tony wasn't really happy about this, but he knew that both you and peter were good kids and eventually accepted it, to his luck, the avengers really are teenager and constantly made jokes about your and peters relationship

the worst thing that ever happened was when sam caught you and peter making out in the kitchen on new years day. of course, sam being sam, he didn't shut up about it and it took about ten minutes for everyone to know

that situation was mentioned a lot during the next few months and you and peter found it absolutely embarassing.

every sunday there is a big family dinner, which includes all the avengers and is mandatory

these dinners are CHAOTIC, it's loud and everyone talks over the other but you absolutely love it and wouldn't have it any other way

every friday evening is game night and each of the avengers takes it very serious, because the winner decided what you'll eat on sunday. sometimes you play scrabble, or poker and sometimes also charade, which was banned after a few times, because peter and you always won

the avengers were sure you were cheating, but peter and you had just decided on very indicating gestures that told the other if the word was a movie, a book or anything else

steve spend a week researching how you had done it

speaking of steve: you love to show him and thor everything that is going on in the world, considering they're the ones that aren't really on the internet

you created a tiktok account for thor and he only made one video and went viral immediately, gatherin thousands of follower, while you have like a hundred followers, despite posting 200+ tiktoks

you have a close relationship with wanda and nat, those two are often the most sane adults around you, so you often come to them if you have problems, like a fight with peter or anything

ultimately you keep a close relationship with all of the avengers and they're like a family to you

you're probably the most loved 16 year old in the world lmao

taglist: @twistedhistory @bakingintheshire @mqstermindswift @taygrls @athenalikethegoddess @helpimhopelesslyinlove

#domestoc avengers #the avengers #marvel #marvel headcanons #peterparker #peter parker #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker headcanon #peter parker imagine #tom holland spiderman #tom holland #tony stark #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #thor #thor odinson #avengers x reader #avengers x platonic reader #avengers x y/n #avengers x teen!reader

[my-own-walker]

Peter Maximoff When Reader Is Upset - Headcanons

note: this request is from @monstermash1701: “can you do a peter maximoff headcannon when the reader is stressed and depressed? Like your kyle one :)” thanks!

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His super speed comes as an advantage here.

Peter will rush around retrieving any item that could make you feel better. He’s a grab it all kinda guy.

It doesn’t matter what you actually need, he just I’ll grab 40 more items just to be safe.

Because he’s so damn fast and because he can and because he wants to help you.

Example: you just need water, he’s gonna grab you water, Gatorade, crackers, chips, a stuffed animal, actually a few stuffed animals, a blanket, a pillow, etc etc.

He’s a total sweetheart tho. It hurts him to see you upset so he will act goofy to try and get you better.

His love language is making you laugh. He pulls out all the stops just to make you crack a smile, even if it’s just a momentary smirk.

Anxiety attacks are different. He actually slows his roll for once.

He’s usually very jovial, laughs a lot, moves and lives in a fast paced world. But when you’re panicking a calm maturity overcomes him.

He will hold you until you’re okay again. He makes sure the world practically stops for you until you feel better.

He’s overall just a giant goofball that wants his love happy.

#evan peters #evan peters fic #Peter Maximoff #peter maximoff headcanons #headcanons

[silverzoomies]

headcanon post ig

💙 nsfw ahead !! pretty filthy, just a warning !! 💙 

all the different eras/variations of peter maximoff are so...

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💙 dofp era - he's so all talk until you take your shirt off. jerks it to 70's lewd mags he keeps stashed in a stolen set of speakers. fooled around with girls a handful of times. horny like a rabbit. went all the way once. it was so awkward he didn't finish. invited you over to legitimately hang out. thinks you talk too slow. plays an alice cooper record. infodumps about it. keeps zipping in and out of the basement for whatever reason. mostly to impress you with his speed. you're both horny. you both think the other is cute. you keep droppin' hints that you wanna fuck. he pretends he doesn't notice. either because he wants to play it cool, or because he's nervous. or both. he's distracted playing space invaders until you call his name. turns around, you're lifting your shirt over your head. it's like your titties bounce in slow motion. he's on you in a flash. his kisses are hasty and uncoordinated. wears a condom. humps like a bunny. fast, shallow thrusts. whimpers when he cums. wants to do it again five minutes later.

💙 apocalypse era - he's so date at the boardwalk on the other side of the country. rides the ferris wheel with you. offers to hold you close if you're too scared of heights. his dick gets really hard when your hand touches his leg. wins you the biggest prize playing carnival games. doesn't have to cheat, he's mastered all of them. pulls all the stops to win your heart. loves the thrill of the chase. takes you to an arcade. presses himself against you to "teach you how to play." but you're only playing galaga. sets up a romantic, moonlight picnic at the end of the night. would make out with you for hours. keeps asking if you're okay. would get you anything you wanted. eats you out on the picnic blanket. vibrating tongue makes you cum again and again. insists he doesn't need to get off. you fuck him under moonlight anyway. it's filthy and passionate. some of the best sex you'll ever have. so good you think you're in love with him. he'll definitely take you out again. would totally bail if you wanted a serious relationship, though.

💙 dark phoenix era - he's so regrets never settling down with a partner. past his prime. you used to be best friends. fucked around once or twice. nothing came of it. he hasn't seen you in years. melts into a puddle when he sees you again. you're mature and more confident in yourself. he thinks it's sexy as fuck. awkwardly offers to take you out to dinner. the dinner's too fancy. he doesn't feel comfortable at all. and neither do you. he's a lot more patient. lets you do all the talking. you keep asking him about himself, but he gives you half-truths. "oh, me? i'm great. lots of fans. pretty famous. all the kids think i'm their hero. gets hard bein' the best x-man, y'know? lotsa pressure." he hopes this makes you laugh. it does. fuck it. he might fall in love with you. sneaks you into his room at the mansion like you're teenagers again. kisses you like he hasn't kissed anyone in years. because he hasn't. eats your pussy like he's weaving careful threads with his tongue. really takes the time to taste you. fucks you so slow and so deep. realizes how much he missed you. thinks about knocking you up since he never had a kid. nah. he'd probably make a shitty dad anyway. insists he's in love with you. can't break his old habits, though. ghosts you again. but thinks about you 24/7.

💙 wandavision - he's so earthbound incense to cover up the smell of weed. invited you over just to "hang out 'n talk." plays a red hot chili peppers song and assumes you don't know it. says "just throw that shit wherever" when there's too much junk on the couch for you to sit. ogles your ass every time you get up. makes some half-hearted attempt at getting to know you. asks about your favorite show or movie. puts it on. barely watches it. keeps trying to sneak his arm over your shoulder. asks you shit like "does it smell alright in here?" somehow you end up in his lap anyway. Pulls his shorts halfway down his thighs. lets you do all the work, riding his dick. comes up with some poor excuse for not using a condom. he's bigger than you expect, but not huge. a touch above average. the fucking is pretty steamy. but he's a big talker. this either charms you, or makes you roll your eyes. he smacks your ass a lot. insists he won't cum inside. he does. orders you doordash after. forgets you asked for no ice.

💙 bonus: this fucker, also apocalypse era- he's so constant sarcastic remarks. blatantly stares at your tits all the time. cracks jokes and gets lowkey disappointed if you don't laugh. super into you because one: he thinks you're cute. two: you're the only person who doesn't make fun of his hair. #daddyissues. temper problem. kind of an asshole. nicer to you than most, though. takes you out to the movies. doesn't bother asking what kinda movie you wanna see. talks up a storm the whole time. you never get a word in. doesn't superspeed you anywhere. he drives, and he's a shitty driver. dinner with him is probably cheap takeout. eats it with you in the car. knows almost every artist on the radio. turns it up to full volume and sings along off key. somehow you end up sucking his dick in the back seat. it's girthy and tangy on your tongue. tries to fuck you in his car, but you're both packed like sardines. he's so rough and filthy. loves playing with your tits. drops you off at home and says he'll call you tomorrow. he doesn't.

#peter maximoff headcanons #peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff x reader

[multimusedreamss]

Dᥲtιᥒg thᥱ Evᥲᥒs

Chᥲrᥲᥴtᥱrs: Kit, Kyle (pre & post death), Colin, Jeff + Peter Rᥱᥲdᥱr Tყρᥱ: Gender Neutral Aᥙthor's Notᥱ: This is a repost from my old tumblr blog @/mrs-darling that I had deleted a couple of years ago but still kept this, so I figured I'd share it again. This was also initially a request for just Kit and Kyle but I decided to make it ‘the Evans’ instead! I added Jeff for a laugh, it might actually be a terrible depiction but I tried. Wᥲrᥒιᥒgs: pure fluff & slight NSFW (sex mention & also drug reference because of Jeff)

Kιt Wᥲᥣkᥱr

Kit is super domesticated with or without a significant other, so dating him would be relaxing but still fun

Most of your dates would take place at one of your homes

Whether it was a home-cooked meal that you both cooked together

Or a movie night with all of the sweets and treats that he picked up on the way to your house

Baking together whether it be cookies, cupcakes, cake, or anything really

He loves cinnamon buns though

So that was always a go-to

Drive-in theater dates

Going to the fair together

Kissing at the top of the Ferris wheel

After a while of dating, you’d moved in together

He is really affectionate

I’m pretty sure his love language would be physical touch

So expect to be greeted with a hug and a kiss when he came home from work and also when he left for work or just went anywhere really

Kit is a top-tier boyfriend

He always supported you no matter what you wanted to do

Whether it was a career path you wanted to take, going to college, writing a book, being a waitress, being a chef, having your own business run out of your home

It didn’t matter, you always had his support

He would never let anything bad happen to you

He would straight-up punch a dude if they ever laid a hand on you inappropriately

When he was in Briarcliff, you’d both write to each other as much as possible

You’d also visit as much as they’d allow

When he finally got out, he asked you to marry him

And you had the best wedding you could have asked for

Kყᥣᥱ Sρᥱᥒᥴᥱr (ρrᥱ & ρost dᥱᥲth)

(pre-death)

Kyle is a literal angel

Baby would fall for you so hard so fast

You didn’t mind because you felt the same way about him

When you went to frat parties together, he’d always have a protective arm around you or hold your hand just so everyone knows you're his and none of the frat boys take advantage of you

He’d rarely leave your side at a party because he knows how frat boys can be

You’d do the cutest things together

Like building blanket forts and watching movies with a phone projector

Play board games together

Netflix and chill

Having spa nights occasionally where you’d do face masks and mani/pedis 

Of course, he would never let you tell anyone he enjoyed those things

Study together

Which usually ended in a small make-out session as a reward for studying so hard

You’d also do silly things together

Like putting googly eyes on everything in his frat house (it was totally his idea)

Trying new things together 

Like having him try a pottery class where he accidentally spun the wheel so much the clay flew off the table

Overall, dating Kyle would be so much fun and he’d treat you like an absolute Queen

(post-death)

You would have dated before he died

Dating post-death Kyle was definitely not the same as dating pre-death Kyle

You had to be extremely patient and understanding with him

You wouldn’t really go out on dates much in the beginning because it was hard for him to act appropriately

As time went on and he got better with going out, you’d go places like the aquarium or the zoo and he’d absolutely love it

Most of your date nights would take place at home

You’d build blanket forts and watch movies, just like you did when he was alive

You’d teach him how to bake

99% of the time the kitchen would be a wreck and you’d both definitely need a shower or bath because of how much of the ingredients got all over the both of you

You’d play games that were easy like Trouble and Candyland

You’d watch all the Disney movies and TV shows together

He’d give the best cuddles 

Baby boy loves his cuddles

Wow does this boy love you

He’d literally kill for you in a heartbeat

Totally die for you too

But you would never let that happen because you love him so much

Coᥣιᥒ Zᥲbᥱᥣ

Colin is the sweetest boy ever

Like Kyle, he falls hard and fast

Probably even faster than Kyle

He’s literally a little puppy when you’re dating

Always ecstatic to see you and just wants some love (hugs + kisses)

Since he works so much, he tries to make as much time for you on the weekends as he possibly can

You’d go out to dinner at fancy restaurants

And do more low-key things like cook some dinner and watch a movie

Some nights he’d text you pretty late after he’s been working on a case for hours on end

You’d go over to his house to distract him and make his day less stressful

Because you always made him feel so happy and were a great distraction from his work 

Late nights on the couch, drinking beer and talking until the early hours of the night

Sometimes you’d both fall asleep on the couch with his head on your chest

Depending on what time he went to work in the morning, you’d get up early so you could have some breakfast with him

Don’t expect pancakes and eggs

It’s all about the bagels

But you can expect to have peanut butter, cream cheese, and jelly, Nutella, any kind of spread you can think of

He cares about you so much and would do just about anything for you

He’d go out of his way to make you happy with no complaints

Probably would tell you he loved you within 2 months on a whim without thinking it through

But you loved him too so it didn’t scare you away

Jᥱff Pfιstᥱr

Dating Jeff could go one of two ways I think

The two things that remain the same are:

Doing lots of cocaine 

And giving lots of head

One way dating him could go is:

He’d probably not consider you his partner for like 6 months, if ever

He isn’t the most caring person, so don’t expect many praises from him

He might have Mutt send you some gifts here and there but he’d never do it himself

Maybe if he likes you enough he’ll send you flowers or something with a note that says ‘thanks for the bjs’ 

Don’t expect a sappy note from him

If you ever told him you love him, he’d probably laugh and do a line of coke and ask for a bj

After like a year of you two being together, he’d probably say “I guess I love you” or some shit

He’d probably secretly care more than he lets on

Definitely not a top-tier boyfriend but if you want some coke, he’d definitely hook you up for a bj in return

Another way it could go:

You give him the best bj of his life and he’s head over heels for you like a legit puppy 

He’d be begging you to come to the office for a line and also a bj as much as possible

Maybe if you’re lucky he’ll give you head (I said maybe)

He’d probably send you flowers that he picked out himself

Not just one bouquet

Like 20 to fill up a room in your house or your whole office

He’d get you a job where he works so that you can be together as much as possible

He doesn’t just like you for your head game

Probably says ‘I love you’ after like 2 months but by accident while you’re giving him head

Dating Jeff isn’t terrible, he does have a soft side that he only shows for you

Pᥱtᥱr Mᥲxιmoff

If you’re dating Peter, you’re in for a wild ride

He probably does the dumbest shit

And you’d probably either join in or record it

He’s pretty funny, so you’d be laughing constantly when you’re with him

Sometimes he can get lost in his video games

So you’d have to pry him away, which isn’t that hard because he’s a puppy for you

He’d fall hard and fast

Of course, it’d fast

Literal simp

You cannot tell me this boy wouldn’t be a simp the second he saw you

If you’re at the X-Mansion with him and were both teachers, you’d constantly be getting into trouble with Logan and Professor X

Logan would be so done with your shit 

At one point he’d just groan and roll his eyes and say “Not this shit again” and light a cigar, pretending like he didn’t see a thing

Playing pranks on everyone from the teachers to the kids

The kids obviously love Peter so much and he loves them

So by default, they’d love you too

Peter would take you for runs everywhere

That meant you could go everywhere and anywhere in seconds 

Just not over the ocean, he’s not that fast… he’s tried

He’d take you to your favorite state

If you loved Philly cheese steaks, he’d run to Philly and get them for you

If you loved Chicago deep dish pizza, he’d run there and bring it to you

Definitely steal it all because boy is a kelpto

He’d literally do anything you’d ask in a flat-out second

Probably even do that before you were dating because boy was simpin hard

During the holidays, you’d go out and do all the festivities

Including apple picking, dressing up for Halloween, getting pumpkins, going over to each other's houses for Thanksgiving, ice skating around the winter time, spending Christmas morning together, being together for Hanukkah, whichever holiday you celebrate

Overall, dating Peter would be so wholesome but buckle up cuz you’re in for a while ride

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[arysbruv]

Headcanon that legit everyone in the mansion, and I mean everyone, knows that Peter is Erik’s son. Of course, everyone except Erik.

Mystique: So uh, Erik, how do you feel about Peter?

Erik, oblivious: Hm? Oh. He’s like a son to me. A very chaotic son.

Everyone who’s hearing the conversation:

#i’m having dadneto brainrot rn #pls why didn’t peter tell erik he’s his son PLS #dadneto #peter maximoff #magneto #peter maximoff headcanon #marvel #xmen #xmen headcanon #quicksilver

[l0serloki]

Do you have any NSFW headcannons for Peter Maximoff?

Peter Maximoff NSFW Headcanons

CW : SMUT, teasing, dirty talk, mentions of adhd

A/N : I have a little too many NSFW headcanons and it wouldn’t look good all compiled sooo… enjoy these! I could always finish the blurb too.. ehehehe.. Thank you for the request 🫶🏻

Masterlist

I feel like he’s really erratic in his moods. One second he’s half asleep and the next he’s pounced on you asking if you're ‘in the mood’.

Definitely a switch. He wouldn’t mind if you take charge at all. He does get grumpy if you tease though!

Not to bring up THAT scene but.. The vibrating fingers.. He would use that to his advantage. He is so smug about it too.

“Feels good, huh? Your body seems to like my little power.”

Peter is the type of guy to make you a playlist of horny songs and act oblivious.

“What? Babe, they’re so romantic.. We can do that if you want to though.”

The more you get to know Peter the more talkative he gets.. That counts for sex too.

He will not shut up and LOVES dirty talking. He may be awkward at first but he gets into the loop.

You rubbed your eyes as the light poured into the room. Peter’s soft snores mingled with the birds outside as you stretched. You could never get used to waking up to his cute face and messy mop of hair. Your hand rubbed against his cheek as he stirred.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” You smiled as he blinked up at you.

“Morning..” Peter groaned as he turned his head into the pillow. He never really was a huge morning person. His ADHD usually kept him up till the crack of dawn.

You traced patterns in his back as he stretched, preparing himself for the day.

“Babe, I think we should stay in bed. The kids can teach themselves.” Peter’s brown hues met yours in a plea to not move.

“Sure. If you want to go run and tell Professor that!”

Peter’s face fell again, arms wrapping around your frame. He was always extremely clingy in the mornings, attempting to convince you with anything to keep you from getting up. As you attempted to slide out of the sheets his embrace only got tighter. Your leg brushed against him, his hard on painfully obvious. Your eyebrow raised as the two of you made eye contact and a rose dust tinted his cheeks.

“I-I don’t know how that happened. Maybe you need to stay and help me fix it.” Peter stammered and you could only snort.

“Oh yeah? That’s my issue now?”

You moved, his dick brushing against your form and eliciting quite a delectable moan. His hands clawed at you for more pressure, hips thrusting into the air. He looked almost ethereal with how desperate he was. You cooed, moving your hand against the waistband of his boxers.

“Mm.. I guess I could help you. Greedy boy.”

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