Peter Maximoff with baby fever just feels like a deadly combo. Like, he gets the itching to make a mini mutant of his own, and suddenly - head empty, balls equally as empty, and his partner is all soft and squirmy beside him, oh noooo
warnings: SMUT / MDNI +18. older!peter mention. fem!reader. breeding kink. / sorry for the smut not having so much details, this wasn't supposed to be this long!! only a lil blurb. english is not my first language. — ( peter's mlist. )
a/n: anon, we think the same! 😈 i always have a squeal and s/cream (pun intended) when i think about peter + breeding kink, he's SO family oriented, he's the kind of guy to always enters his thirties craving for a family, this is a thing i just can't see him being at this age not wanting that!! my bad!! always foaming at the mouth with the barely thought of getting his partner preg. (this is officially the first smut thingy i publish, pls be nice😭)
it's a thing that started small, prowling his mind since his late twenties, when he already put you with the 'girlfriend' title for a long while. both of you were watching a romance movie that you suggested, with the classical happy ending of the main couple getting together and starting a family, the female protagonist showing in the last scenes with a big round belly of pregnancy and a happy smile on her face looking at her husband and their kids.
and as usual, both of you were talking the entire movie, doing jokes or casually yapping about a topic that didn't involve the movie at all, but still paying attention. peter didn't know where it was coming from the sudden familiar hot wave burning his body from the down to the top, principally the region between his legs, feeling his cock straighten in his shorts.
it was typical of him getting turned on in inconvenient moments, even despite the most control he achieved since teenage years with his powers on his body. not letting quick horny random thoughts make him turn on all the sudden. but this time, it wasn't his thoughts, they were yours.
being too focused in the ending scenes of the movie made you start babbling about how it would be if you were pregnant like that in the scenario of the movie, some loud thoughts you didn't said as a hint at all!
it was silly, you were so focused looking at the tv that you didn't even notice peter uncomfortably adjusting his shorts. you both matched each other's freaks, a movie session casually turning into a sex session very quickly was the standard for you both, but this time you were very naive to his hungry gaze and hitched breath.
imagining you all swollen carrying his baby did a number on his mind. he thought he was insane for that. no, you never would let him be yours baby daddy's would you? despite loving your relationship, peter still had some insecure feelings about himself not being enough for you to marry. imagine creating a family right now? too much and early, probably.
but this didn't stop him from getting feral about the possible scenario, ending up with your face in the cushions and ass up on the couch in seconds. peter was fucking you more rough and intense than you could expect to his normal mood seconds before, it was raw, just how you both enjoyed it.
he was thrusting harshly like he was shoving down those absurd thoughts into you as the same in the back of his mind. he still tried to deny the absurd desire of knocking you up, but the more he tried, the faster and harder he got. making you both hit your peak it didn't take that long, finishing with you full of his seed in your womb and practically all numb and trembling on the couch.
time would pass and this craving of knocking you up only grew up, as your relationship too, his lucky thirties years old still having you by his side, you taking the 'wife' title now. peter couldn't handle the desire anymore, he wasn't in doubt of himself anymore, or in denial about wanting to have a family with you, he was sure and wouldn't disappoint.
both already agreed about that, he would come everytime after a mission with a big hungry of you, always arriving home and fucking you . grunting and moaning loud about "putting a baby in you." craving to the time he would arrive home and see you with a swollen belly by carrying his child.
and the day this happens? you being mother of his children? it would be the sexiest thing you could do to him. he still would crave for you as the same when he met you. his powers gave him the blessing of having a big stamina, being able to fuck rounds after rounds as much you could take it when the kids weren't home. he's a passionate man.
Warnings: content includes infant death, heavy emotions, grief and guilt.
I haven't written something like this in a while, but hey
Also, sorry if it's not the best, this is mostly just proof of concept atp
Please feel free to comment/rb. It really helps writers out :)
Inspired by this song
Missions normally didn't haunt Peter. He was fairly fluid. He bounced back quickly. He could handle just about anything thrown at him...
...unfortunately, this was not one of those things.
It had all happened so fast, he didn't know what to do. It was a blur, one thing after the other in a rush of adrenaline.
Peter may have been the fastest man alive, but even he had his limits.
It was like any other mission he'd been on during his tenure as a member of the X-Men; he was on crowd control, keeping people away, keeping them safe. That was his bread and butter. While the likes of Remy, Scott, Logan and Jean all took on the sentinel itself, the giant purple robots looming over the skyline, he, Kurt and Warren were the ones saving lives.
It was what he did.
He was good at it.
…at least, he was. At one point he was great.
Maybe he'd gotten sloppy, maybe he'd slowed down. Maybe age was getting to him, he didn't know. All he knew was that a sentinel was getting closer, closer to the building he was evacuating. One last apartment, one last family needed rescuing. He could do it. Kids first, then their folks. That was the plan. That's what they did.
…he didn't even know they had a baby. By the time someone had screamed at him, bawling, begging to know where their youngest was in a language he didn't know.
Thankfully, he understood the panic, and in a flash he sped back. Back to that building, racing against time its-fucking-self. He didn't know what he was looking for, until he found it. Found that poor, sweet little baby in his arms.
He could feel the vibrations of the sentinel before he saw it, cursing under his breath.
The baby was far, far too fragile for him to speed with. He hissed into the radio on his uniform, begging for Kurt, Warren - anyone, anyone to help him get out.
But it wasn't any use; they couldn't get there fast enough. This was the last sentinel, and they already had all the hands they could on taking it down. Peter was on his own, completely on his own.
It was either risk it, or die right here…
…and he wasn't going down.
He supported the poor little baby's head, his heart pounding, racing with a fear he knew all too well. Every last bone in his body begged, praying to a god he barely even believed in anymore to grant him this one thing - just this one thing, please, just once.
But by the time Peter and the baby made it down to the evacuation site…
…he was gone.
The mission may have been a success. The sentinels may have been stopped, but that didn't make what happened okay. Not in the slightest. And of course, he found himself unable to explain himself to the poor child's heartbroken parents.
Peter could handle being screamed at. He could handle being interrogated, prodded, glared at. He could handle a lot of things.
But guilt was not something he was ever able to deal with.
After hours of police briefings, talks with lawyers he barely understood, and the professor working his magic, Peter was free. Chained down with guilt, but free.
And there was only one place he wanted to be.
You were fast asleep when he got home, you both were. Peter exhaled gently, relief flooding his body as he saw you. He could only hope you didn't see him as the monster he felt he was.
Slowly, you began to rouse as Peter circled the bed, sitting himself down on the edge.
“Peter?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes.
He couldn't say anything, couldn't look you in the eyes. His shoulders slumped, posture tightly hunched. You frowned, crawling closer. Your chin rested on his shoulder, arms slowly caging him close.
"'S okay," you mumbled, your voice sorted from sleep.
It wasn't. It wasn't okay. It'd never be okay again. There was blood on his hands that would never wash away, a family suffering a grief so terrible it was nameless, and here he was with the love of his life beside him, and right across the room…
You followed his gaze, his dark eyes focused intently on that little crib. The most precious thing in the world to you both, blissfully unaware of the tragedy that befell mere hours ago.
Luna, his little light.
"...she's okay," you whispered, rubbing circles into his toned chest.
Peter sighed, your words doing very little to ease the tension in his body. Still, he appreciated the effort, pressing a soft kiss to your arm.
“...little guy couldn't have been much older than her,” he whispered, tears finally filling his eyes.
He was a father. He… he had a family.
And because of him, someone else's family was now one member smaller. It was all his fault. All his fault. If he hadn't… if… if he'd been even a little bit faster-
You swallowed, realisation slowly blossoming on your face. Something had happened to him on the mission, you didn't know what. But it had something to do with a baby.
“-oh, Peter-”
He choked back a sob, shaking his head. Peter wasn't one to cry, so seeing him like this was always heartbreaking.
“-I… I fucked up, baby…” Peter managed to whimper out. “I… it's all my fault-”
You didn't press further. Instead, you simply held him tighter.
He sobbed into you, completely unravelling between your arms. His body shook, fat tears rolling down his face as he called himself names you didn't believe for a single moment.
Peter may have been the fastest man in the world. But beneath such a powerful title, he was still, just a man. And men could break completely.
the way i have three drafts of peter x reader on my computer rn. just because i needed more fics of the guy, two of them dilfsilver too. dilfsilver i <3 u.
...that's it thats the ask I just think he's prime dilf material. Let me give him a baby like ASAP.
agree. i mean like 😔🤍
food always warm ready to serve i can be the food whatever he want house clean everything for my autistic husband as many kids I SUBMIT motherhood is hella scary but for him? YES FASTER FASTER FASTER
OK so,,, concept for Peter Maximoff x single!mom!reader I have rattling around
It's the aftermath of Apocalypse, he's still stuck with his leggy up. He's bored out of his damn mind, and-
-oh, shit. A little kid comes up to him and starts talking. Cue dorky conversation where Peter tries to work out why someone so young is at the school.
Anyway, Peter talks with tiny (Insert name here), then their mom comes along, and Peter gets to talking with her. Cue some cute flirting where Peter starts picking up on things - namely why someone so cute, with a kid so young, dropped everything in life and moved out here.
And from here ya can kinda take it anywhere. Like,,, focusing on the romance between reader and Peter, or maybe more on the dilfsilver idea with the little kid.
content: aligned with mcu universe, forget mutations. fem!reader insert too. dad!peter mention, and luna maximoff as well (quicksilver's canon-daughter in the comics); her appeareance is ooc here. albinism and piebaldism mention. english is not my first language.
lia's notes.ᐟ this was supposed to be a silly post of me rambling some thoughts, but i always think deeper about peter so i transformed into a whole post! it's short but with much love. ♡ btw i'm biased with the mcu main universe, that's why i specifically imagine him here not being a mutant since born, yet having the origin of his powers outsourced (like wanda's and many other chars in mcu) by another happening in his childhood. fun fact: rogue from x-men has piebaldism too!!
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too many people didn't know, but peter's hair was brown before turning into silver, and the transformation of colors happened with some kind of — ancestral and dormant — piebaldism genes in the family being "activated" when he originated/got his powers.
and the reason why silver and not white? the true answer, he didn't know — or cared that much —, he didn't have any confirmation but peter's theory was that because he didn't have piebaldism actually present since was a baby, the brown wouldn't lose its colors that much, turning more into silver than white.
and besides him trying to dye his hair, it doesn't always stay the color he chose for very long, fading quickly because of this making him touch it up more often than a normal person if he wanted the different color to stay.
so he eventually ends up just giving up trying to hide it and learning to love this new style, embracing —one more, besides being an adhd neurodivergent— permanent statement of how different he was and would always be from all people. not that normal people would know how it happened and care that much how it looked, it was fun changing hair colors these days, even if the color peter (involuntarily) choosed wasn't that popular. but he couldn't evict that sometimes some other stupid teenagers in high school would make a big deal of this for him, so somehow minutes later they would always end up tripping or falling embarrassingly somewhere with their shoelaces tied up, how convenient.
jumping now to when peter has his thirties, with you already carrying the 'ms. maximoff' name around wherever place you'd go with the ring he put on your finger and the baby on you as well, — luna, name your husband suggested and you agreed on keeping it — she already was in her shiny 6 years old, speeding and yapping around as a mini feminine copy of peter.
neither you nor him knowed what to expect of a child like luna, her personality or appearance. — "surprise is the main element in the blood of the maximoffs" he chuckled with tempering tears still present when he first saw the tiny little bundle of joy in his arms. — but when she arrived, you couldn't be more happy, your little powerpuff girl.
peter's theories about his transformed hair and genetics possibly passing to his children couldn't be more right when he saw her, it felt almost like a funny easter egg about him and his family now. some piebaldism genes were passed to his little girl, who had a white-silverish hair and violet eyes that resonated to her own powers; standing out among other people wasn't difficult.
pretty sure it doesn't matter if the baby isn't luna, if it's a baby boy too, the first-born would always look like a mini copy of peter, what can we say? his genes are strong, the powers helped a bunch enhancing that. if you both wanted more kids after, they would always gracefully be a match between you and him, the personalities and physiques too. the most highlighted part of each one of them that be screaming "quicksilver's kids" would be their hairs with white or silverish hairstreaks, the piebaldism present now in the family for a long long time.
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