júlia

"personal" + writing blog. thee peter maximoff's and thranduil's writer! ⋆.˚

[bohnerrific69]

˚₊‧ ꒰ঌ ⋆ júlia. she/her. 20 years old. brazilian. woman of color. multifandom, but a evan peters, karl urban & lee pace enthusiast. gamer girl. yapper. dilf!peter's word spreader. english is not my first language. peter maximoff's wife. thranduil's secret lover.

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most recent work — last updated: 15/04 (+18 smut) hot like nirvana. (+18 thots) peter being a munch/eater. spiderman!peter maximoff au introduction.

[bohnerrific69]

so… im going insane, i love him so much.

[magniemakoyana]

something about them hiking in the woods🌳

(peter REALLY LOVES his dadneto❤️)

[bohnerrific69]

good afternoon lovely moots and oomfs!! ^^ peter gif of today for luckiness, i hope this bless your dash hehe:

sorry for seeming so inactive these days, i'm always appearing and disappearing, specially this last week because it was my last week being on vacation! today i'll make it up for u all by posting a peter maximoff fanfic yay!! (if u want to be tagged just comment down here) 💗 let's be kind and hope life be kind with us too!! <3

[xrag-dollx]

Little soul

Warnings: none, just fluff :))

a/n: consider this my first Peter Maximoff fic

When Peter wouldn't find himself between chaos and saving lives on different spots at almost the same time, he could be found in the garden, lying in the soft, green grass, arms tucked behind his head, humming songs he'd listened days before, mostly with a can of '7 up' soda or a twinkie snack in his hand. Birds were chirping serenades while soft breezes of summer air combed the speedsters silver hair. Suddenly a small squeaky noise could be heard in the distance, catching Peter's attention. With furrowed brows, he scanned the green carpet of grass and daisies next to him; nothing. He sat up straight to look at further spots, to find the cause of that tiny noise. He got up, sweeping further spots with his gaze in the grass; this time with unusual slow and small steps.

"Oh? Wait, what's tha-.."

He muttered to himself, as he leaned down to spot a small, brownish creature with tiny paws moving helpless on top of the grass.

"Ohh...heey little dude..."

Peter cooed, picking up the small mole deliberately, eying him with slight fascination.

"Heeey, how are ya doin?"

His fingers carefully caressed the moles soft silver-brown fur as he seemed pretty calm in Peter's hand.

He walked to a nice and cozy spot to place him back down to a nice little pile of churned-up soil.

"Look little buddy, looks good for ya, huh?"

He asked but he soon realised a mole couldn't see anything at all.

He slowly put him back to the ground, as he saw how happy the little mole got to finally touch soil again. He blindly padded around until he found a nice spot to bury himself back into the ground; disappearing with a small squeak.

"Bye little dude..."

Peter muttered as he waved the mole a little goodbye.

He released a content sigh, yet he got a little sentimental about the small encounter. Animals truly were the most harmless creatures, if you'd handle them with respect.

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[sunskine]

cutie

[bohnerrific69]

patootie ♡

[bohnerrific69]

Oooh just remembered your project hail Mary au for Peter, had the absolutely stupidest idea lol

Mr dibbles is Rocky. (Or, a rocky type of character)

lmao 😭😭 you made me imagine a turtle made of stone, a turtle but with rocky texture IWNDIEKF a little mr dibbles found on space 🥺

you made me remember that i need to post these headcanons 👉👈

[bohnerrific69]

pls don't let my mom ruin my mood, this woman makes me feel miserable more times than i can count.

[writingdose]

[bohnerrific69]

evan peters fandom begging for crumbs and he's simply doing a side quest, going to madonna's party in new york.

ofc we don't have a photo or video of him there.. 😮‍💨

source.

[bohnerrific69]

silence, i'm yearning ✋️😔

[bohnerrific69]

good afternoon moots and oomfs! let’ hope n’ wish life is a bit more kind with us today!! <3

[v-inthecortez]

Peter's Chapstick or Lips Obsession?

bf!peter maximoff x gn!reader 🍵 ‼️: 0.3k words. fluff. bantering. kisses! a/n: sorry ik that this is short because this was just a random thought hehe

Your boyfriend, Peter Maximoff has an habit that you could not quite figure out. You don’t know if he is obsessed with your chapstick or your lips. Well, maybe both. Since every time you re-apply your chapstick, he’ll appear out of nowhere and steal a kiss. Then he’ll grin at you like he just won the lottery.

Right now, you and Peter are about to go out. You just finished applying your chapstick. Suddenly the next thing you knew is that Peter appeared beside you in a silver blur. “Looking delicious, babe.” he comments. “I call first taste!” Before you can even protest, he cups your cheek and steals a quick kiss. 

“Peter..” you try to scold him but a flustered chuckle escapes your lips instead. A wide grin appears on his lips as he finds your reaction adorable. He looooves kissing your lips every time you’ve just applied your chapstick and also because knows that you couldn’t be mad at a kiss. 

“What?? It’s delicious.” he teases you, wiggling his eyebrows. “my lips or my chapstick?” you teased him back. “Oh? That’s a trick question. I’m gonna need another taste to make a very truthful response.” with that, he starts to lean in to get another kiss. “You’re full of excuses.” You call him out playfully.

“C’mon,” he laughs, reaching for your waist. “Love you babe, just two or three more kisses. Speedsters burn calories faster. I need another kiss for energy.” That’s definitely not only gonna be two or three more kisses. That’s gonna turn to a makeout session again. 

But damn you love it. You love Peter devouring your lips and showering you with this much affection and attention. This new chapstick tube you just bought is not gonna last long again. They never do if Peter’s around when you reapply it. Still, it was worth it for all the kisses Peter gave you.

likes/reblogs/comments are very much appreciated! 🫶

🍵 taglist: @bohnerrific69 @sempiternalbeauty @ethereallmonkey @zoe-benson-rp @bohnerrificc69 @xrag-dollx (lmk if anyone else wants to be added or removed!)

[bohnerrific69]

so it's 4am, and suddenly i had the urge to draw anything and!?? it's been years i don't return to draw and feel i'm at the ugly stage? 😭🩷

[bohnerrific69]

i wake up and did some improves! i’m going to try later, rendering this (for the first time ever) without the lineart ^^

[bohnerrific69]

so it's 4am, and suddenly i had the urge to draw anything and!?? it's been years i don't return to draw and feel i'm at the ugly stage? 😭🩷

[spicyboelives]

Needless intro to my crossover

[bohnerrific69]

HOT LIKE NIRVANA

pairing: peter maximoff x fem!reader

content & warnings: +18 mdni — smut. porn without plot. fingering. incorrect use of powers (it's peter, nothing new from the human vibrator). peter cum in his pants. a little of dry humping? estab. relationship (dating). older!peter mention (despite deadpool's timeline being confuse, in the photo that's canonically peter when older, basically in his late twenties/early thirties). include subtle headcanon of peter speaking russian when aroused. • english is not my 1st language. word count: 1.2k

lia's notes.ᐟ i found this losted on my tumblr drafts and decided to force myself to finally finish it, it's been a while since i writed smut or anything and i'm getting my writing routine back after a long break bc of my mental health... i hope i did peter justice!! please be kind to me. 🥺

( QUICKSILVER MASTERLIST | NAVIGATION )

peter was invited to a reunion with all his old x-men team in the xavier school, so he decided to appear with a new look. catching you by surprise when you woke up and saw him already up, at the other side of the bed with this new haircut and wearing one of the nirvana t-shirts that you gifted him as a birthday present some time ago.

maybe it was the summer or your period coming, or... the usual spice your relationship always had, but you got so hot and affected by how he looked. for you, this outfit would be so simple on any other man, but this isn't any man, that's peter we're talking about. your peter, your man, and as he loved to say, he was a hot mess and you couldn't agree more. so no, it wasn't such simple thing at all.

honestly, you didn't needed that much to be turned on by peter. he needed to give himself more grace on the fact he was very attractive, peter could be full of himself sometimes and feel more confident than when he was younger, but always snorted when anyone said how easy it was for him to look handsome, the doubts still deep on his mind. peter didn't felt so sure about the attractiveness part, but he was 100% sure he was a very passionate man with a good set of skills for when it comes to sex and pleasuring you. that was a fact that didn't had room for discussion.

so now proving this fact, you were with your bathrobe open exposing your naked-self above peter's full clothed body, a bit unfair but still super hot. you couldn't resist letting peter go out of the house looking that good without even tasting a piece of him.

the position was perfect to let you surrendered to anything peter wanted to do. him seated on the couch with your back on his chest, your head resting between his shoulder and crook of his neck, your legs beautifully spreads above his lap while one of his hands holded one of your thighs in place and the other he fingered your cunt. perfect.

his thick middle and ring fingers were both pumping in and out roughly in your pussy while he pressured the rest of his palm with the enough pressure at your clit, making you feel waves of pleasure hit you with a struck. the rhythm didn't had a pattern, only a fast pace to get you off quickly — and it was working perfectly.

he enjoyed so much seeing you squirm and being barely able to form a correct word by how much pleasure you were feeling, that's how peter liked to see, your brain numbed with lust. his fingers getting a in-and-out ridiculously fast and rough, curling them at the perfect spongy spot inside your cunt, making you gasp for air as you would if were drowning.

"i'mma- uhm... peter!" you moaned a little more desperate, trying to announce your soon coming orgasm. squeezing your eyes —that already were shut— harder, and uncousciously trying to get out of the hold of peter's arms, the pleasure being too much for you.

"give to me, babe..." he breathed out with his lips near your ear, he sounded almost tired like he was actively actually pumping his dick in and out of you and not his hands, but no, —he gets just that excited giving you pleasure— his hard-on was being humped on his jeans by you squirming your ass so eagerly, making him feel his cock twitch by the friction you were doing.

with a initially silent scream giving into a loud whimper you feel your orgasm finally release, arching your back against peter's chest while your limbs spams all together — making you uncounsciously press your butt even more harder on his crotch and dig your nails into the layer of his pants on the area of his thighs.

your beautiful cries for his name, the bodies pressure making even more friction on his clothes and the sensation of your walls closing on peter's wet fingers was enough to make him not be able to hold himself anymore, cumming on his boxers with almost shaking legs and a loud moan of your name and a russian swear.

for a quick one minute the only sound in the room was both of yours descompassed breathes, trying to pull itself lungs together. peter pulled out his fingers and let you go off his lap, sitting at his side on a more comfortable position on the couch.

"fuuuck... i busted in my pants."

peter grumbling made you open your eyes and turn your head to the side seeing a wet stain on his crotch, you didn't wanted to let escape a little snort when you noticed but couldn't help seeing his flushed face, giving a contained smile watching his reaction.

he moved his legs uncomfortably getting up from the couch giving a ruff. peter definitely heard your laugh and felt his cheeks burn, but decided to ignore looking at your face the whole time, holding a sheepish smile.

peter's cheeks seemed flushed and sweaty while he checked out the mess he made on his pants, you knew he always got that enthusiastic when it was about pleasuring you and despite being aknowledged that you didn't saw a problem when he cummed without even being touched when he was going down on you — per the contrary, you always found that was so hot —, and even vocalized how much you enjoyed that... peter couldn't not feel a bit embarrassed everytime this happened, it was kinda cute honestly.

"peterrr... just let me-"

"help me? nah babe, 'm good" he interrupted you and motioned his hand disregarding 'the help' — he knew what you meant by that, wanting to make him cum now by your own hands — with a smirk, heading himself to the bathroom.

you pout and difficultly whines in loud complains to him, still trying to make your lungs work again as the clarity post-sex starts rising up. peter chuckles from the bathroom but quickly he appears in your front fixing his belt, now he didn't had the disheveled sweaty look, messed up hair or wetted pants, it looked like nothing happened. the only reminscent of what you did on him being his light pink cheeks.

"i really need to go babe, it's just some hours. if we start banging, no one is seeing me there till tomorrow." he said now wiggling his eyebrows at you with pride, making you laugh fixing your posture on the couch; peter taking the opportunity to take a quick glimpse at your still exposed naked (beaaautiful) boobs from the open bathrobe.

"i'll make it up to you reeeally good, promise" peter said bending his body to give you a quick peck and a kiss on the forehead.

before you could even complain again or joke about it one more time, peter was gone in a blink of a eye, a gush of wind moving the curtains, letting you there alone and in a sweaty mess.

lia's notes.ᐟ i saw his look from the deadpool 2 cameo again in pinterest and felt my limbs fire up, he's so damn fine. i need him to fold me in half and [redacted]

taglist (for this specific work): @br10klynbucky @bloodycheryll @double-reds @evesdust @marvelita86 @melsimps @mysticsandmagic05 @peridawks @raccoon-tsu @taeraxoxo @z0mbie-unic0rn

[bohnerrific69]

silly thoughts and memories of older!peter maximoff showing up unexpectedly at your bachelorette party...

cw: very suggestive, male striptease mentions, older!peter is him near/or at his 30s btw. english is not my first language.

i never have been on magic mike (or watch it the movie) but i'm 100% sure that at your bachelorette's party your friends would take you there, you being all dolled up in a short white dress and a little bride veil. and for the surprise performance of the night would appear your fiancé older!peter at the stage with a cop costume, making you squeal in surprise and laugh a bunch. him effortlessly doing his best sensualizing for you, even helping you unbutton his shirt off in front of everyone to show his iconic ripped abs —that has some little scars from his battles as a superhero— that he trained and got boosted by his powers and metabolism. making you feel hot from embarrassment (and turn-on ofc) while you hear the cheer from your girlies and the other womans at the place.

this is a day that older!peter barely remembers, —both of you were drunk, but him was wasted— but the little he does, he hopes it gets buried seven feet under the ground. it's not a moment he hates but still gets super embarrassed for doing it, although deeply inside he enjoys it. and you? well, thanks god peter doesn't know you still keep the printed photos and polaroids of this day till now. iconic pictures of a peter maximoff wearing a cop costume with no shirt, you putting some dollar bills at his waistband; licking his abs; being handcuffed and handcuffing him while you were sitting at his lap. — and this is not even mentioning the compromising ones that you both took alone later while putting the blood to boil in our house.