#peter maximoff

[magniemakoyana]

Reminiscence

some cherik with peter and an occasional talk about that unforgettable moment when all three met for the first time... XD

(drawn back in february)

[marveldaily]

X-Men: Days of Future Past 2014

[darealsaltysam]

xmcu tweets part 3 !! i got lazy with these half of them are just tiktok sounds and tumblr posts el oh el

[1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/profiles]

[scylladelphia]

I just had a vision

[ggarbagee]

self indulgent peter and kurt in my fits for funsies 💥

[decalcomanian]

what is his issue omg

[bethsvrse]

I like my men to be on the spectrum

[fear-is-truth]

suggestive ; mdni

you always liked climbing on top of your boyfriend when he’s been sleeping too long and you’re bored. he stirs beneath you as you settle, brows knitting, lashes fluttering with the slow churn of returning consciousness. you lower yourself gently, mindful with your knees so as not to rouse him all at once. there’s a dried ribbon of drool caught at the edge of his mouth, and an indent carved into his cheek from the pillow. beautiful.

he mumbles something unintelligible when you redistribute your weight. the body responds before thought can intervene, as you can now feel him begin to thicken beneath the cotton of his sweats, stirring slow to life. “mm… am i dreaming?” a warm palm skates up your thigh in a blind search before settling on your waist. go still for a moment, like he’s grounding himself with the shape of you. “you tell me.” spoken noncommittally, while pressing your lips to his neck.

“too tired?” sneaking in another kiss beneath his ear. “never f’you,” he slurs, and there’s that grin, the one you always fall for—goofy, drunk on you. his cock swells fully now, twitching beneath the fabric.

“just gonna let you do all the work, baby. s’all you.” leaning in, your lips graze the hinge of his jaw, trailing downward across the column of his throat until your mouth closes over the swell of his adam’s apple. he groans, lips parting like he might say something clever, but then you grind down again.

“shiiit,” he croaks, blinking up at you. eyes fully open, the dazed warmth behind them cuts through whatever sleep was left. “yeah—okay. m’up now.”