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quicksilverownsmysoul · 1 year

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Sweet Dreams Are Made of This pt. 16

Dark! Peter Maximoff x fem reader (Mob Au)

Sorry about the delay but to make up for it this part is a little longer than usual!! And there's something special for you guys!! 👀👀👀 I hope you like it! And always comment or send me asks to let me know what you thought of it!! I love hearing from y'all (not fully proofread so if there are some mistakes please ignore them)

Summary: Peter has felt like a piece of him has been missing ever since he was taken away from his mother to be raised by his father. But when you seem to fill that piece there’s no way he’s ever letting you go

Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut, subby peter

Word Count: 2.5k

Peter’s question weighed heavily, making the air in the room disappear. You found it was hard to breath but under his heavy gaze you forced yourself to form a response that came out more like a question. “Spend the night with you?” You repeated, wondering if he understood the implications of his words.

Despite the boldness of his request his eyes were cast downward at his hands that laid in his lap. “Yes.” His hand came up to subtly touch the nail indents you had left in his cheek, an action that reminded you of your wrongdoings against him.”I do not think it is the worst thing I could have asked for.” His dark eyes moved to your face making you look away.

The dark undertone of his statement sent a shiver up your spine. As if sensing your discomfort he paused before continuing. “I lied.” His blatant statement caught your attention and you lifted your head to look at him. His tongue darted out to wet his lips before he continued.” I haven’t been sleeping well since you left, your absence made it… difficult. I missed your presence, even if it was just in the room next to mine. It was nice knowing that I wasn’t alone…” You could tell there was more he wanted to say but settled for an oversimplification hoping it would ease you.

“Alright.” You rose to your feet, doing your best not to collapse. “I will spend the night with you, if it is what you want.”

Peter scrambled to his feet, the unrefined gesture making you let out an amused huff. “It is.” He replied, breathless as he took your hand in his. “Oh it is.” You gave him a soft smile and watched as his face broke out in a wide one. You had never seen him smile in such a way, your chest tightening because of it. He kept your hands joined as he guided you to sit with him on the edge of the bed. You waited for him to undress but were surprised he moved to lay on the side of the bed closest to the wall. Peter looked at you expentaly waiting for you to do the same. Your face burned with shame and what you had assumed.

You awkwardly moved to lay on your side facing him. For a moment no one moved, you just watched one another. You took in the gentle rising and falling of his chest and the way his silver eyelashes seemed to glow in the darkness. You wondered if he was comfortable laying in suit pants and a dress shirt but he seemed unaffected. You tried not to show your own discomfort, one you blamed on laying in your damp work clothes. You kept your hand cradled close to your chest, knees slightly tucked up. You were trying your best to fit within the small confines of the bed. “I don’t think this bed was made for two people.” You joked, trying to ease the tension.

Peter just hummed, his chin tucked to his chest. His hands stayed close to his chest, clasped together as if he was replicating the gesture of holding someone else’s hand with his own. You took you a minute to realize that he was waiting for you to hold him. In your brief history of knowing one another he had never really initiated contact with you. Despite his wants, his unfamiliarity with it all stopped him from doing so out of fear of making a mistake. You moved your body impossibly closer and scooted further up onto the mattress, so his head was now level with your shoulders and chest. You were about as unfamiliar as he was but not so much so that you didn't know what to do.

You guided your hand across his side and underneath his arm to settle on his back to pull him closer. Your other hand lifted his head slightly so his head could rest on your arm. You then began to softly stroke his hair and watched as the tension leaked out of his body. His breath shaky as he welcomed the forgein touch. He moved so one of your legs was slotted between his and his leg rested along the curve of yours. and relished in the feeling of such intimate contact. His head came to rest in the space between your shoulder and head, nuzzling into you, his nose grazing the underside of your jaw. It was quiet and almost peaceful before his voice broke it with a question. “Do you like me?”

You were taken aback by it. “I like you.”

He let your answer mull around his head for a moment before asking another. “Do you love me?” This time his voice was quieter, unsure.

You thought about it for a moment, weighing your options and the outcomes of them both. You could feel his impatience grow as he awaited your answer. But you couldn't bring yourself to say those three little words so instead you went around it. “I do.”

“You do?” Peter asked, brows coming to furrow together. Unsatisfied with your answer, it wasn't what he wanted to hear.

“I do.”

“Say it.” He pressed, moving back so he could look at you.

“I did.”

“Say you love me.”

“I already said I do.”His frown deepened and you relented. “I love you.” Although your response was barely above a whisper he heard it. A pleased noise rumbling in his chest, and he resumed his nuzzling. You felt his hand begin to trace the the exposed skin above your chest. Peter was trying to replicate what you had done to him in the library. But at the memory of what had happened after had him whimpering as he felt his tight pants get even tighter.

“People who love each other get to do things other cannot.” He started, skin warming under your touch.

You felt your heart stop at his newfound revelation. But you played coy. “Like what?”

He hummed in thought as he scooted up to your level, the tip of his nose nearly touching yours. “They get to eat together, spend time with one another, share things, touch one another.”

“Touch each other?” Peter looked to you to gauge your reaction but your face remained unreadable so he continued.

“They kiss. Real kisses like the one in your bedroom, not just on the cheek or forehead.They get to touch each other in the way you did in the library.” At the mention of the incident you froze, knowing that it would have come up sooner than later. Although you hoped for later. ‘And I do love you.”

“You love me?” You stalled, hoping to steer him away. He nodded. “How do you know it is love and not… something else?”

Peter’s face contorted in confusion. “What else could it be? I only ever think of you, of your face, your kind words… of your touch.” At this he took your hand and led it down between your bodies. He placed your hand on the crotch of his pants and laid his over yours. He gave your hand a soft squeeze which made you give one unintentionally in return. He tilted his head back and shuddered. “O-oh your touch. I missed it.”

“Peter that was meant as a one time thing.”

‘You don’t love me then?” His eyes searched yours for the lie you were hiding.

“I love you but-”

“Please.” He begged, lips moving to kiss your jaw. “I’ve waited for you, you don’t know what you’ve done to me.” He pressed his lips to yours and you were surprised by his boldness. Although you weren't sure you could call it a kiss. His desperation caused it to be a clashing of teeth and spit, and when he pulled away a string of saliva connected you both. His watery eyes were blown out and a whimper escaped his lips as he began to rock his hips into yours, inexperienced and sporadic. “Please.” At the site your last ounce of restraint was broken.

“Like last time?” You asked, beginning to stroke him softly squeezing him.

Peter let himself get lost in the moment before shaking his head. “I want to see you.” His curious hands came to touch your clothed chest, groping your chest through the material. “C-can I kiss them?” You nodded but before you could remove your shirt he began his assault. You watched as he sloppily kissed the fabric before mouthing at the outline of your breast. You cursed and let him before pulling him off, his drool darkening the fabric in his absence. He whined at the loss of contact until he saw your hands coming up to work the buttons of your shirt. His breath was heavy and opened mouth as he watched you. Your simple black bra was exposed to him and you felt his hips rock in response.

You reached behind to unclasp it and your tits spilled out with a bounce. “Oh god.” Peter groaned, voice high and whinny. “You’re so pretty.” His compliment had you flushing with warmth. He wasted no time attached his lips to the puffy nipple while his hand came to squeeze greedily at the other. His natural instincts taking over as he began to suck, it was too painful and rough, as all of his touches were. You let him until you felt him nip the sensitive bud.

“Peter baby wait.” You winced, making him stop his assault on your chest. “You gotta be gentle, no biting honey.” You stared down at his wide eyes, petting the side of his face with your knuckles. He preened from your gentle touches and pet names. Eyes fluttering closed, his moan vibrating through you. “M’sorry.” He mumbled, not detaching himself to respond. He began to suck again and shifted himself so he was laying half on top of you and you were on your back.

You let out a reluctant moan of your own and Peter paused, moaning in response. He began to suck with a new motivation, eager to hear more of your pretty noises. And after a while you couldn't hold them in anymore. Your soft moans ringed in harmony with his breathless and whinny whimpers. Peter moved again, rocking his hips into your core, it was fast and hard. “His lips slipped from your chest as his eyes began to roll back. “The feeling is back. “O-oh it feels so strange, but it’s so good.” He had buried his face into your neck, roughly biting down despite your warnings of not to.

“Peter!” You hissed, the pain easing as he mouthed at the wound. He fought the urge to smirk, now all in the manor would know who you belong to.

He rested his weight on his hands as he thrusted his hips into you, he knew so little about sex but he knew what made him feel good.Peter assumed this is what sex was. Little did he know how good it could feel if there was nothing between you and he was buried balls deep inside. But he knew none of that so instead he settled for dry humping you.

He had recalled that day in the library and knew that after you had given him so much pleasure it felt so good to buck into you. And if he hadn't been so spent after coming he would have done as he was doing now. So he humped your clothed pussy, shaking the frame of the small mattress and moaning into your ear. Tears pricked his eyes as he felt his frustration build, he couldn't figure out why it didn’t feel as good as before. Then he realized it was because you had been in control last time. The rush he had from you touching him and bending him to your will made his control so unsatisfactory.

He let his weight fall onto you as his hips kept at it. “I can’t- I need you to do it.” Peter moaned, suddenly flipping you on top of him with a strength you didn’t expect him to possess. His hips now bucked up into you. You hesitated a moment, it was one thing to let him take you as he wanted but it was another to do it to him. Even if it was far less vulgar than before. But somehow this felt much more sinful.

But the throbbing ache in your core from his relentless clothed thrusts and his soft cries for you to move you caved. You leaned back and rested your hands on his thighs as you began to move your hips over his raised member. “Peter,” You mused, throwing your head back as your hips picked up their pace. He whined your name in response and his hands laid limply at his side fisting the sheets. You figured he didn't know where to put them so you led him to rest his hands on your hips and he looked at you as if you had given him the world. Peter used it to aid your movements. His eyes were locked on your chest as they bounced, mouth agape and watering. “Something’s happening again.” He whined, his grip on your hips getting tighter.

“You’re cumming baby, I’m gonna cum too.” You whined, picking up your pace.

“I’m cumming,” He cried, loving the way the dirty word sounded on his tongue. “(y/n) I’m coming-” He sat up and pulled you flush to him, hips spasming as he spilled himself into his pants, the warmth of his cum making you come as well. You let out a string of moans that echoed throughout the room, mingling with his cries. Peter continued to hold you close as you both came down from your highs. You felt his hips shift below you, uncomfortable with the sticky mess that was in his pants. “M’ all messy.” He whined. “And sticky.” His face burned red with his embarrassment.

“It’s alright baby, I am too.” His eyes widened at your confession.

“I made you feel good?” Peter asked in wonder. You nodded, leaning down to kiss his lips, blaming the gesture on your lust.

“You better change, It won’t be very comfortable to sleep like that.” Peter listened to your words and reluctantly got up to rid himself of his spoiled clothes. But before he disappeared to change he spared a nervous glance back at you, as if scared the moment he left you would be gone. You gave him a reassuring smile. “I’ll be right here.”

Peter nodded and closed the door to the bathroom. You wanted to change as well but not wanting to borrow anything for Peter you settled for slipping off your jeans and staying in your sticky panties. Which weren’t doing anything to ease your want for him. Peter returned in record time and settled next to you in bed. He slipped beneath the covers as you had done. He wanted to recreate your position from before but in feeling your bare leg his cock sprang to life again. He whimpered and you sighed. “It’s back.”

“You’re okay, tomorrow we’ll take care of it.”

“Okay.” he huffed. You moved him to where his back was to your chest so he couldn't seek any more pleasure and he could perhaps catch up on sleep. And sure enough his soft snores filled the room and you felt your eyes begin to heavy.

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quickiesgirl · 1 year

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Can you write reader is Charles daughter x Quicksilver?and she's very introverted?!? She has the same powers as Charles where she newly joined the other mutants and also she was the youngest one like 18-20y/o

Sorry, this took so long for me to finish. I've been overloaded with requests. Hopefully, you like it! <3

Study Buddies - Peter Maximoff

Paring: Peter Maximoff x Fem!Xavier Reader Warning: Friends To Lovers, Introverted!Reader, Shared First Kiss, Playful Teasing.

You were an introvert for as long as your father could remember. Charles always noticed how shy and silent you were towards others.

While kids were outside playing together, you were enjoying your own company. Only ever open and vulnerable to people you felt most comfortable around.

Not long after the X-men were formed, you had turned 19, and your father finally allowed you to join. You were Xavier's daughter to your fellow members. A very reserved yet observant, strong, and powerful mutant.

One member, a certain silver-haired speedster, craved your affection. He wanted to know more about you and yearned to share those deep and intimate moments with you.

You had met Peter throughout the chaos of the apocalypse. Now, he was moved into the bedroom beside yours with another teammate, Scott Summers.

On this particular day, you headed down the long, empty corridors of the school while all the kids were in class. The sound of your footsteps echoed through the halls, and the muffled voices became clearer from your father's study.

The closer you got you recognized that fast-speaking, gruff sounded voice. It was Peter. You peeked into the open doors, locking eyes with his dark brown gaze that adored you so sweetly in passing.

You eyed him for a quick second, taking in all the features you adored, like his dimples that formed when those soft, kissable lips curled into a smile and that cute little beauty mark on his nose.

You glanced back down and began heading up the wooden staircase, squeezing the books encased in your arms tightly as a fluttering sensation filled your stomach and warmth filled your cheeks.

“Oh, Y/n?” You stopped in your tracks and took a step back while you heard your father's voice call you. You turned around on your toes and walked over to his study, “Yeah, dad?”

“Peter is having a bit of difficulty with his studies. Would you mind helping him?” Charles asked, glancing between the two of you.

“Uh, yeah, of course, I’ll help.”

You knocked on the bedroom door and felt a light breeze of wind across your body as the door opened in a blink of an eye.

“Hey, thanks for coming,” Peter smiled as he nervously shoved his hands in the tight leather pockets of his pant, trying to cover up the fact that he was practically star-struck by how cute you looked in your oversized shirt and your favorite pair of black jeans that notably hugged your beautiful hips.

You could feel his eyes wandering across your body, and it took everything to keep you from seeing what was in that pretty boy's mind.

“Of course! I’m happy to help. Ready to study?”

“Yeah, I believe so. Come on in,” Peter said, holding the door open. You walked into his surprisingly neat bedroom, cleaned up last minute, especially for this occasion, and sat on the end of his striped mattress, taking a moment to admire the small rock band posters across his side of the room. You two shared a great love for music.

“You have great taste.” You pointed towards the wall, watching the man speed across you on the mattress, laying the study material between you two.

“So do you.” He added, noticing you tilt your head in curiosity, wondering what he knew, “oh, uh, I hear your music in the middle of the night. Hendrix, Bowie, Depeche Mode, Rolling Stones. They’re some of my favorites.”

“Mine too.” You say, sweetly smiling, your lashes fluttering up at him. He catches himself before he gets lost in your eyes and clears his throat. His pink tongue pushed out and licked his bottom lip with one quick swipe.

“So, Scott snuck off to Jean’s room. Luckily, we won’t have to hear him complaining about how loud and noisy we’re being.” #

Your eyebrows perked as the sudden realization hit him, embarrassment rushing over his face, not expecting to make a fool of himself this early on.

“T-that isn’t what it s-sounds like.” He studdered, listening to you giggle softly behind your hand, finding it adorable.

Peter sat across you, doing his very best to concentrate though he was struggling, something about your soft touches, smiles, and reassurance only made it better.

This boy made you feel comfortable like you could be yourself around him. Then you realized, your father did this on purpose.

Charles could see how much you truly adored this boy, and he knew this would be a great bonding experience. Putting the two of you together was giving you a little push that you wouldn’t normally get, helping you out of your shell to make a move, and so far, you were seeing sparks.

“Fuck yes!” Peter grinned happily after getting all your questions correct, pulling you from your train of thought.

The silver-haired man leaned back against the wall, arms crossing behind his head with his chest puffed out as he playfully boasted about his success, “I’m pretty much a pro at this point.”

“Your very cute when your bragging.” You teasingly smiled, finding it even adorable when he attempted to hide that pretty, blushing face of his.

“Well, you're a very cute teacher, Ms. Xavier.”

Your cheeks grew warm to the touch, experiencing the same feelings as him. You glanced down, picking at a piece of paper before looking back into his dark, lustful eyes, speaking softly, “I-I really enjoy hanging out with you, Pete.”

“Really? You do?” He asked, expression changing to surprise, mouth slightly widened, brows raised as he brought his arms down and rested his elbows upon his knees.

“Yeah. You're so sweet to me, and I feel so comfortable around you.”

Peter's eyes traveled between your eyes and lips. One thing on his mind, and that was how badly he wanted to kiss those perfect lips of yours. Butterflies filled your stomach while you leaned forward, moving your body towards his, hands straddling his knees, sending chills down his spine.

Peter’s lips were inches away from yours before the door suddenly swung open, startling the both of you, and causing your body to jolt back from his.

There was Scott, interrupting the moment, “Hey, dude, where’s my- oh... My bad, I didn’t think you had company… I’ll uh leave you guys to it.”

The door shut quickly, and looking back, resting your hand comfortably upon his knee, “I better get going anyway so you can get some rest for tomorrow’s test.”

“Y-yeah, you’re right.” He nodded understandably, mind racing with a billion thoughts, unable to get that picture out of his mind of your bodies moving together, lips being closer than ever. But, before he knew it, the night was ending, he helped you to the door and thanked you sweetly for everything.

As you stepped out of the door, you felt your regret rush over you, there was still something you wanted to do, and you built your courage before turning around and gazing back at Peter. “Hey, maybe you could come over sometime when you hear my music. We can listen together.”

“Yeah! I’d love that.”

You took a step forward and latched your fingers onto the collar of his shirt, “Good…”

You stood on your toes and connected your lips with his, sharing a sweet, long-awaited kiss. The speedster's eyes broadened widely before all his thoughts suddenly washed away, melting into a blushing mess of euphoria.

Peter was soft, gentle, and sweet like sugar. You couldn’t get enough of him. He was perfect.

As you reluctantly pulled away, you smirked teasingly, whispering into his ear seductively, “Night, Maximoff,” before walking back to your room, hips swaying with pride, leaving the lover boy too stunned to speak.

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imsowstcoast · 2 years

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Thinking about this.

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eternalslover · 2 years

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Pietro maximoff (aou) headcanon

Pietro snores and sleep talks and when he was younger he used to sleep walk

STOP IMAGINE ITS LIKE 2 AM IN THE AVENGER COMPOUND AND YOUR JUST GETTING A GLASS OF WATER AND YOU SEE PIETRO SLEEP RUNNING

BSJFVSJSSHSISJWO

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sunflowerharrington · 2 years

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just thinking about peter maximoff (what's new) and how if you went to the same (non-mutant) highschool, he would 100% help you cheat on the mile run if u hated running. you'd be like ughhhh i cannot do this today. no way. he'd go, "come on, just hop on my back!" you'd be like no? wtf? but eventually would give in. he'd happily run you around the track (but would make sure the coach wasn't looking, of course).

what’s this? i’m posting twice in one day?! icon behaviour, honestly

first of all that’s such a mood, he’s like always on my mind

here are some headcanons for your ask xxx sorry it took so so long to get out! |written in one sitting| i’ve gone for fem!reader as that’s what i’m best at writing

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My Very Specific Head-canons For Pete When He Was In High School

- 🎶she’s a runner she’s a trackstar…🎶

- like anon said he would 100% help you in the mile run if you didn’t wanna do it

- you’re lying on the grass and he’s trying to pull you up but you’re not letting him

- he then picks you up in a bridal lift and threatens to drop you if you don’t even let him help you

- and so even though you really don’t want to, you get on his back, slipping every time he takes a step, so you tighten the grip your legs have around his waist and you link your arms together around his neck

- he completes the mile run with you on his back and you��re both surprised that your coach didn’t see you

- loves giving you piggy backs (even though one time he dropped you)

- wears a hair tie around his wrist in case a girl needed one 🥹💕 also the type to carry pads and tampons in his bag if anyone was really stuck for one

- was liked by all the girls because of this. brownie points, people. brownie points!

- totally the class clown but the respectful one

- won biggest flirt in his yearbook’s superlatives, though he insisted on getting ‘most likely to become a model’

- subtly flirted with his teacher once to get out of a detention (spoiler alert: i lied, it wasn’t only once, shhh)

- good at basketball, shit at soccer

- always had a twinkie in his hand, even in class

- had a crush on the same girl (totally not you, wink wink nudge nudge 😉💕) throughout the first year of highschool all the way to the very last day ever, and after that, even if you and him went your separate ways

- crushing on the cheerleaders, specifically the head cheerleader

- got called wanda by his teachers a lot, and vice versa, she got called peter a lot on accident too

- cheated on all of his tests and attempted to cheat on his finals, his mom was not happy with him after that

- classmates told him he has golden retriever energy, which i also think he does

- always blaring his music at lunchtime

- didn’t have a girlfriend in highschool no matter how hard he tried to get one, though he did come really close one time with you

- let’s peopel borrow whatever they need off him, even if it’s his leather jacket (he only lets girls he’s crushing on wear his jacket though, cough cough you cough, is there something in my throat? just facts babes)

- hates math, but don’t we all?

that’s all i got for now unfortunately, i might add more later :)

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theflowerrooms · 2 years

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🌸fluff, 🤍smut, 🐇angst, 🩰dark themes

Peter Maximoff Masterlist

Oneshots:

Seething (Charles Xavier x Reader, 🤍🌸, some 🐇)

Summary: Erik is continuously flirting with you and your jealous partner, Charles must show you to whom you belong - reader has the ability to sense the emotions of others.

X-Men characters I write for:

Peter Maximoff

Charles Xavier (James McAvoy)

Raven Darkholme/Mystique

Erik Lensherr (Michael Fassbender)

Hank McCoy (Nicholas Hoult)

Ororo Monroe

Jean Grey

Logan/James Howlet/Wolverine

Kurt Wagner

Alex Summers

Scott Summers (fluff only)

X-Men - MASTERLIST

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xcaptain-winterx · 2 years

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Peter Maximoff Masterlist

One Shots / Drabbles

• coming soon

#evan peters #peter maximoff #x men #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff x y/n #quicksilver #quicksilver xmen #xmen #quicksilver x reader #quicksilver x you #quicksilver x y/n

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missuswalker · 5 months

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𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 || 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✮ summary: after peter finishes… well, you know, he can’t stop himself from coming to see you. as if he’s not clingy enough, he can’t help but be all over you. at least he’s (trying) to sit still for once

✮ warnings: brief nsfw content, masturbation (not proofread)

✮ notes: man idk i just feel like peter is all clingy and touchy after he nuts

peter’s mind had been on you all day, trapped on the image of your hand wrapped around his cock. of course, that wasn’t exactly the case at the moment, considering it was his own hand. as he pumped himself, he tried his best to remember that little face you make when you cum. he’d been working on this problem of his for way longer than he should have, and he was searching for anything to push him over the edge.

the more he thought about you, your pretty tits, and that hella tight skirt, the closer he could feel his release building. picking up his pace, he bites back a whimper. more thoughts of you didn’t help his attempt at silence, a grunt or two escaping his lips. he pushes his head further back into his pillow, squeezing his eyes shut. free hand balled into a fist, he lets out a low moan, cumming all over his stomach and fingers.

after cleaning himself up, he stares at the photo of you two on his bedside table. he wanted to see you so bad. maybe it was just the post-nut fog, but he just needed you wrapped up in his arms. throwing on some jeans and a tshirt, he lets his mom know he’s heading out with a quick shout. he’s at you window in less than a second, sliding it open. he always told you to lock your window in case a creep decides to crawl in, but, in reality, the only creep that ever used it was him.

“hey, peter,” you greet, not even bothering to turn around. whenever your window was suddenly opened, you automatically knew it was your idiot boyfriend who could never just use the front door. “it’s not peter, it’s a scary murderer and i’m here to kill you,” he says, making a stabbing motion behind your head. “oh no,” you say, your tone bored and plain as you continue to study for your exams.

peter rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “not happy to see me?” he teases, his lips connecting with the smooth skin of your neck. you push his face away, writing something down in a tiny notebook, papers scattered across your desk. “i’m studying,” you respond, eyes locked on your notes. his mouth is back on your neck immediately, despite you having just pushed him away.

“come on, babe, let’s hang out, you can study later, yeah?” he hums, nibbling right below your jaw. he absolutely would not be giving up, and you knew it. turning around in your chair, you look up at the silver-haired boy, giving an agitated look. he only gives back an innocent smile, pulling you up by your hand. “why are you so adamant on hanging out specifically right now,” you groan, allowing him to lead you to your bed. “no reason.”

pushing you down onto your unmade bed, he jumps, landing beside you. “hey, hot stuff,” he grins, posing with his face resting in the palm of his hand. “hey, dipshit,” you say in an overly-lovey tone, sarcasm evident in your dramatic smile. “you love me,” he laughs, pulling you into his arms, ruffling your hair. “sometimes,” you joke back, feeling less aggravated at your distraction of a boyfriend. he smiles, his face finding a place in the crook of your neck.

“mm, missed you,” he hums, taking a deep breath. you grin, playing with his hair. “i missed you, too.” he kisses your shoulder multiple times, moving up your neck and jaw. “i love you,” he continues, his lips lingering on your cheek. “i love you, too,” you snort, furrowing your eyebrows at his overly-affectionate behavior. eventually he settles, his leg bouncing a bit as he lays next to you, arms loose around your waist. “don’t fall asleep,” you tell him, trying to get a look at his face. “i’m not asleep,” he grunts, though it was clear he was about to be.

“yeah, okay.”

“i’m not.”

“shut up.”

short and sweet, i love him sm

(send in requests, i beg)

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whoreofdilfs · 8 months

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he is officially trying to k word me

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keylimeart · 4 months

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Happy first night of Hanukkah!

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yonniebonnie · 10 months

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Omg he’s so cute🤭 (I wanna ride his face until my legs cramp, until his jaw locks, until my knees give out, until his nose breaks, until my voice goes out, until-)

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 1 year

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Sweet Dreams Are Made of This pt. 17

Dark! Peter Maximoff x fem reader (Mob Au)

So, I was sad and I missed sweet dreams Peter so I decided to finally bring him back. I’m not sure how often I’ll be able to post of if I’ll be able to keep it up but I really love this story and I love hearing about it from y’all so I’ll try my best to finish it! Cause I really want y’all to see the ending I have planned for it! I hope you like it and as always I love to hear from you guys so be sure to comment and send me asks about it!

Warnings: Fluff, angst, mentions of violence

Word Count: 1.5k

Peter awoke before you, moving in your arms to face you. Who was still fast asleep, but it was just as well, he wanted to stay like this as long as he could and he didn't think you’d indulge him in this way when you woke up. Peter’s hands were clenched close to his chest, he wanted to touch you but he didnt want you to wake. He didn't want to get caught.

So he watched you instead, took in the way your hair laid sprawled around you and the gentle rising and falling of your chest. He held his breath for a moment waiting for you to release your own before doing the same. He did it over and over until you were breathing in sync with one another. The rhythmic action eased his mind as he mulled over what would happen next.

There was no denying you were going to be a permanent structure in his life, he assumed his father had brought you back and there was little chance he would let you. And if he tried Peter wouldn’t let him, he would rather die by his own creator's hands than risk losing you again. Despite this his heart still ached as he looked at you, something was nagging at him, that little part of him that came to life at the orders of his father. At the wickedness that lived within him when he carried out orders and relished in it.

It reminded him that you had left, sure you hadn’t a choice but he recalled the way he had watched the door and waited for you to try and break it down from the other side. That’s what he would have done if the position was reversed. But nothing, his father had watched with a growing grin as his face fell, realizing that you had left without even fighting for him. That you hadn’t even tried to contact him in the way he had done. That you didn't even care that he was slowly starving to death. That you had returned to your life without a second thought

That little part of him caused his hand to twitch and reach for your neck, to hover over the extended muscle. His fingers lightly laid over the skin, nails balancing on the delicate skin. One movement and you’d be gone, he could make you feel it all. All of those emotions that coiled within him and made him nauseated. He could watch the life drain from your eyes as you took your last breath with his name on your lips. He knew once he started he wouldn’t be able to stop, even if you begged, he’d go on. His love killing you before your lack of could kill him.

But then, in your sleep you reached for him, a hand pulling his waist closer and all those thoughts melted away. Peter felt a shiver run up his body and his hands curled back into his chest. You loved him. Oh you loved him so much that you sought him even in your sleep.

The thought made him preen, and sink into the comfort of your embrace. As if a moment ago he wasn’t thinking of ending your life. Now all he could think of was how much you loved him and yet he needed more. Despite the row of pleasure last night he still needed more. Not necessarily in that way, although if the opportunity presented itself he wasn’t going to deny himself. No he needed you in a way that scared him, he needed you to smother him with love, to love him so much, so much to the point where the only thing that mattered to you was him. He needed to drown in it. For you to forcefully hold him down until he succumbed and died at the hands of you. He needed your love to kill him in the way that small part of him wanted to do to you. And even then it wouldn't be enough.

Peter watched you until you finally awoke, and when you did he resented the way you moved away, scared at him watching you with those half lidded silver eyes of his. You looked around, unfamiliar with your surroundings and wondering if you were still trapped in a dream. But as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes your memory came back to you and a heavy feeling settled in your chest at the reminder. “Good morning.” Peter said, cold fingers coming to trace the outline of your mouth. You knew what he was hinting at and leaned forward kissing his lips.

“Morning Peter.” You didn’t know what else to say, or what to do. You just stared at him as he did the same. But under your gaze he relented and dropped his cheeks dusting in scarlet and burying his face into you.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He mumbled.

“Like what?” You asked.

“Just… like that.” Peter didn’t elaborate and you didn't press him. After a moment he spoke again into your chest, “like you love me.” You couldn’t hear the words but felt the vibration of them run up your throat, unsettling you further.

“What time is it?” You asked, squinting into the dark.

Peter glanced at the clock above the door. “5:20, nearly breakfast time. Will you eat with me?”

Your stomach churned at the thought of eating so early but you agreed, moving to get out of the bed before remembering you had shed your pants out of comfort the night before. You pulled the comforter tighter around your legs not wanting Peter to catch onto it and whine for an encore. “Do you have anything I can wear? My clothes are a mess from being in the rain yesterday.”

Peter thought for a moment before moving over you and to the dresser. You watched him as he dug through his dresser, taking in his form. Despite his hunger strikes his body was still reminiscent of an athletic form. His legs, while long and lanky, still possessed the structure of an experienced runner. You wandered up to his narrow waist and to his once broad shoulders that now hung slightly forward. You wondered if anything he owned would even fit you.

He pulled out an oversized sweater with an intricate weave and embroidered PM crest over the chest and a plain pair of sweatpants, a bit of a mismatched pair. He looked almost embarrassed as he handed them over to you. “These are the only clothes I have other than what I typically wear.” You glanced past him and into the dresser to see it mostly lined with plain white dress shirts and black slacks.

You took them and set them down in your lap with a grateful smile. “Thank you.”

“I’ll um let you change in here. ”He mumbled, face tinted red as he took his own clothes and disappeared into the bathroom.

You waited until the door completely shut before slipping your shirt over your head and putting on the sweater Peter had lent you. It fit you big and you could only imagine how it would fit his slender form. You rolled the sleeves back and held the pair of sweats out in front of you. It looked like a snug fit but you figured snug was better than nothing at all. You had just put them on when Peter came out.

He was sporting his usual white button up with the sleeves secured tight at his wrists, and the bottom tucked into his black slacks. It looked as if he had tried to make himself look a little more put together than he actually was. His hair was gelled back and face bright with color, the outline of his fingers on his face indicated that he had slapped a little color into his cheeks in the hopes of looking somewhat nourished. The color only expanded when he saw you in his clothes, the PM embroidered crest resting over your heart.

His eyes were unwavering as he took it in and after a moment you broke the silence. “What is it?”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips and his eyes moved to look into yours, dark and unreadable. He made you wait a moment more before replying in a hushed voice that set you on edge. “You look like you belong to me.”

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quickiesgirl · 2 years

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Heatwave - Peter Maximoff

Paring: Peter Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, smut, a small amount of food play, cunnilingus, fingering.

A sigh left your lips as you stared up at the ceiling and wiped the sweat away from your forehead with the back of your hand. You and Peter sat in the living room of Wanda’s house, dying of heat as you waited for them to get back.

It was 103° degrees out, and the A/C had stopped working, probably one of the worst days for this to happen…

“We probably should have gone swimming with Wanda and the boys.” You sighed, looking over at Peter, who was sitting across from you on the loveseat, about to take another lap around the house to attempt to cool off.

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure it’s hotter here than it is out there.” Peter lifted and stepped over to the front window, opening it as wide as possible. A small sigh of relief escaped your lips as a nice breeze swept over your overheated body.

Where he stood at the armrest, he gazed down at you and lightly chuckled, “Better?”

You gave a relieved smile and shook your head, “Much better.”

Peter smiled back at you and quickly blurred past, running into the kitchen and back out to the living room, holding a cold unopened treat, “Hey babe, you wanna popsicle?”

“Eh. I’m good. This breeze is helping.”

“You sure? They’ve got cherry.” He told you as he playfully waved his cherry popsicle at you, showing it off, which made you let out a little chuckle.

“I’m good, Petey. But, thank you.”

“Alright then, your lost, babe.” He said, sitting back down and slowly peeling the wrapping down.

You gazed out the window at the silent neighborhood that stood before you, but it wasn’t soon after that you found your sight moving back to Peter and his tongue that lapped away at the melting juices of that ice pop, making his tongue and lips turn a bright shade of red.

You crossed your legs and squeezed your thighs together, imagining the cool touch of his tongue pressing against your pussy, sucking at your clitorist as his tongue laps around it. Sensitive pleasure rushes throughout your body as you reach your thigh shaking orgasm.

“I asked if you wanted one.” Peter chuckled, catching you staring at his delicious treat. Your face reddened as you suddenly snapped out of the sexual daydream, feeling arousal begin to fill your panties.

“I-I still don't want one.” You shook your head and stared down at your hot thighs that were still squeezing together, applying as much pressure as possible without him noticing.

Peter glanced down and paused. It took a moment to realize what was happening, once he did, his cock twitched in his pants, and a sly, cocky smirk spread across his face.

“Are you getting turned on watching me eat my popsicle?” He asked innocently and teasingly tilted his head at you.

“No.” You lied, shaking your head and subtly uncrossing your legs. “Huh.” He slowly nodded in an uncertain manner before focusing back on the delicious treat. His tongue began flicking the tip, just like he would with your clitorist. You stared out of the corner of your eye with desire and let out a small, breathy sigh, you didn't want to admit it, but fuck were you horny as hell.

Peter caught the hint and sped over to the couch, standing over you, sensually running the cool popsicle down between your inner thigh. The icy treat nipped at your skin, but it felt so good as he slid down closer, closer to your crotch. You gently bit you're bottom lip and stared up at him, opening your legs wider to him, giving him more access.

“You don't have to lie to me, babe.” He smirked, shoving his fingers between the lace of your panties and gripping them, “May I?”

You nodded, watching him slide your shorts and panties down your legs, tossing them together on the arm of the love seat. He ran the cherry popsicle across your labia, making your hip slightly shudder from the melting ice down your hot, starved pussy and between your ass cheeks.

Your lips were slightly stained a shade of bright red, but his tongue was gonna fix that. He brought the treat up to his lips and slowly licked off the built-up arousal making you groan with desire, feeling the heat grow bigger between your thighs, and not because of the hot weather.

“You want me to eat your pussy, Twinkie?” He teasingly asked in an innocent tone.

Peter fucking loved eating you out. The way you squirm and buck in his mouth as he holds your plush thighs in either hand, loving how your thighs wrap around his head with your hand pulling at his hair.

“Y-yes, please!”

He placed the popsicle in plastic wrap on the table while you lifted yourself and sat down in front of him as he kneeled. He positioned your legs on his shoulders and wrapped his arms around your thighs. He stared down at your slit and parted your folds, slowly leaning down, running the tip of his tongue across your bundle of nerves, bringing a little whimper to slip out of your mouth. Your knees grew weak on his shoulders, and your body melted into the couch.

His tongue was intoxicating as it lightly toyed with your bundling clit back and forth at a fast pace, teasing you with his sensitive strokes.

The coil tension was already tightening in your abdomen. You watched him from above. He looked so fucking sexy with his sweaty silver hair parted to the side, arms wrapped around your legs with his large hands grasped onto your thighs, and those dark, lustful eyes admiring you from below as he devoured your pussy.

“I thought you weren't horny?” Peter smirked against you, his hot breath tickling your cunt.

You reached down, taking handfuls of his hair between your fingers, and muttered, “Just keep licking puppy. ”

His cock twitched in his jeans before doing as told, thrusting himself inside your pussy feeling your walls clench around him. He flattened his tongue out against the roof of your walls and slowly dragged his tongue out, back onto your clit, savoring your sweet, milky arousal that transferred onto his tongue as he flicked your bundle of nerves.

“Oh fuck-” You breathily moaned, your hips lightly bucking against his mouth, and thighs quivered around his head. His left arm lightly pushed your hips back down into the couch and slipped his middle and index finger inside you. His fingers ran down your slick walls and curled against your g-spot.

You attempted to hold back your moans in order to not let the whole neighborhood hear you through the open window, but that's exactly what was happening as you got closer and closer to the climax that you so very desired. Your moans made Peter's fingers move significantly faster. With his tongue working your clit and fingers against your g-spot, the feel of overstimulation finally sent you over the edge.

Your orgasm rushed through you, your hips and thighs trembled in his grasp, and your head pushed back against the sofa, your mouth wide open in an ‘O’ shape. Your grip weakened from his hair as your cum messily splattered across Peter’s chin and melted against his hot skin, just like that popsicle on the coffee table.

A warm fluttering feeling spread in your tummy, and your head grew hazy but eventually faded away. You slowly looked down at Peter and watched him from below as he kitten licked your contracting cunt clean, with a big smile across his face.

“Fuck babe, your sweeter than that popsicle.” He said, resting his head against your inner thigh, gazing up at you with come dripping down his chin. You softly smiled, feeling your cheeks grow warmer to the touch, and lazily ran your fingers through his soft hair.

Suddenly, you both heard the door open behind you in one swift movement. You gasped and quickly pulled your legs away in instinct, and before you could get out a word, Peter used his super speed to clean the mess up and slip your shorts and panties back up your legs.

He appeared on the couch beside you with a controller in his hands, playing some video games on the television. You let out a heavy sigh of relief. Thank God for his powers.

“Heya, Lovebirds!” Agnes greeted as she stepped through the front door and walked over to the kitchen with a small cooler in hand. Wanda followed shortly behind her, holding some beach bags. “Hey, guys!” You and Peter both greeted as if nothing just happened.

The twins noticed him playing the video game and ran over to their Aunt and Uncle, “How was it?” You asked, “It was a lot of fun!” The boys both exclaimed in sync. “It was such a nice way to cool down in this hot weather.” Wanda warmly smiled as she walked into the kitchen and set her stuff down.

“Wanna play, Uncle P?” Tommy asked, grabbing a controller and sitting beside his twin on the floor. “Sorry, kiddos, but Auntie and I better get going.”

Peter set the controller aside, giving you those eyes that told you actually what he wanted. “What? But, we just got home?” Wanda’s head spun around in confusion as she walked over, watching you and Peter sit up and step around the couch. “Sorry, sis, but Y/n wants me to help move her bedroom around.”

You glared at Peter beside you, “Y-yeah. I just want to get it organized.” You looked back and nervously smiled.

“Alright. I’ll see you both tomorrow morning then?”

“Of course!”

The two of you said your goodbyes, and walked out the door together, before you knew it, Peter’s arms swiftly lifted you up, bridal style, and sped you away.

In a blurr, you appeared in his arms on your front doorstep. He gently placed you back down on your feet and gazed down into your eyes as you gazed right back, “Really, moving my bedroom around that was your excuse?” You asked, raising your brows.

“Well, the bed is definitely gonna be moving,” Peter told you in a husky tone, pushing himself closer against you as he squeezed your ass cheeks.

A tingle shot down your spine from his words. You gently draped your arms around the back of his neck and hoisted yourself up with a massive smirk, “Show me, pretty boy.”

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