for your consideration: munch!peter maximoff with his vibrating tongue :)
thinking in sync... and thots. +18 MDNI
PETER MAXIMOFF ⊹ mentioning: afab/fem!reader, incorrect use of powers, squirting, and my older!peter. / not proofread!
ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY!! peter is an eater, i just know it. as a dedicated lover, he would totally worship his woman and be the kind of guy who gets "pussy drunk" like it is the time of his life. and having the powers to speed some parts of his body? goodbye sex toys!! (he would still help his partner with them for the fun, but the toys definitely would be super underused).
as the years go by with the relationship growing older and stronger, it's like nothing changes in that regard. peter is in his 30s and he still acts like a teenager intoxicated with horny hormones when he sees you after a long and tiring day at work. even if you didn't wanted to do anything after, he wouldn't mind at all falling between your thighs to feast your pussy like a hungry man while humping his hips in anything near to alleviate himself.
not a surprise that peter's favorite positions when it comes to oral sex are you seated on his face and a good old sixty-nine, that in most of the time he loves winning who pulls out an orgasm from each other first. — most of the time he doesn't ask for a competition because he knows sometimes it annoys you, but subconsciously he still does, it feels good for the ego.
i can't even phantom how easy it would be for peter to rip an intense climax from you by vibrating his tongue inside your walls or buzzing on your clitoris, now and then making you squirt. and when it comes to how many orgasms he can tear off from you? until he go out of oxygen or you say it's enough. the moment is always heaven-like, leaving your body trembling while you gasp and cry his name.
You watched as the familiar silver haze rushed past you, nearly toppling you over and dropping your lunch from your arms.
He appeared at your side, a goofy smile on his face as he looked down at you.
“Kinda can’t.. it’s sorta my thing.” He shrugged and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close into his side, practically in a choke hold.
“One of these days I’m gonna hurt you, y’know that?” You rolled your eyes, fixing how you were holding your brown lunch bag and took a long sip from your water bottle.
“If you can catch me.”
“I’ll tie you down.” You replied without thinking, catching his eyes go slightly wide and a knowing smirk formed on his lips, leaning down slightly.
“You’re into that?”
You grumbled under your breath, smacking his forehead with the back of your hand as you continued walking, leaving him standing there.
“You know you love me!” He called out, feigning sadness as he pouted heavily your way, arms crossed over his chest.
“Somehow I do.” You turned to face him, giving him a small smile and forced a heart with your hands, before turning around and resumed your walk.
Based off: which one of your OTP…acts like a baby when they’re sick
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“Y/n, don’t leave me,” Peter whined through his stuffy nose, hand wrapped around your arm. You loved Peter but when he got sick, you couldn’t wait to be further away from him. “I’m coming back, I’m just going out to get you some medicine,” you explained gently trying to push his hand off yours, which only made him hold on tighter. “No, stay.”
You shook your head successfully removing yourself from his grip, “I will be right back,” you said before making your way towards your escape. Shutting the door behind you, you heard his voice from the other side, asking you to bring him back a Twinkie.
“Peter, I’m back,” you said once returning from your little errand run. Rifling through your bag, “I didn’t get everything you asked for but I got the medicine…” you said pulling out the bottle. Finally looking up from your bag, you saw him knocked out on the mattress. Seeing him so calm, almost made you forget how needy he was before. That calm didn’t last long because soon his eyes fluttered open.
“Y/n, You’re back?”
You, “mhm”, in response stepping closer to the bed, putting the bag on the bedside dresser.
“Did you get the Twinkie?”
You rolled your eyes at his question, “yes, but what you really need, is this,” you pulled out the medicine, pouring it into the top cap before handing it over.
“What flavor is this, grape?” He asks smelling the liquid before holding it far away from him, “do you even love me?”
“Of course I do, that’s just all they had at the store.”
He groaned holding out the tiny cup.
“Peter, drink it or you’re not going to get that Twinkie.”
Quickly he sips the medicine, face scrunching in disgust before reaching his hands out for the sweet treat. With a little sigh you reach into the bag again, before handing over the treat.
Happily grabbing the snack he munches on it, while you watch. Ah only Peter, you think to yourself, half amazed at his appetite.
Pairing : Peter Maximoff x Gender Neutral no description reader !
Warning(s) : Angst ? Not really, fluff, swearing, bug as a pet name , I think that’s about it
Word count : 659
Your day fucking sucked, to say the least. You woke up late, meaning you were late to your first class AND you didn’t get to eat before you left. You barely got any sleep last night because you stayed up trying to finish a stupid essay, on top of all the other work that class gave you. And the icing on the cake, you saw your toxic ex-friend, which made a shit load of memories resurface. Some good, most bad.
Peter, being your boyfriend and having known you so long, didn’t pick up your irritation. He can be quite oblivious. It took Raven pointing out how absolutely pissed you looked for him to realize, and once he did, he felt horrible for not having realized earlier, and he made it his own personal mission to make you feel better.
So of course when you lazily trotted into his room at the end of the day and face-planted into the bed, he immediately reacted, leaving his seat to sit next to you. You flinched at the feeling of his hand rubbing circles on your back, not having expected him to touch you. You lifted your head slightly only to lay back comfortable when you saw the familiar face and silver head of hair you’ve grown to love so much.
“Hey, bug. Bad day?“ He smiled softly at you to hide his concern. Rather than lifted your head from your pillow and talking to him, you stayed put and nodded your head, saying yes. It, of course, came out muffled to the speedster.
"Do you want to talk about it ?" He asked. He was running out of things to say. He wasn't the best with feelings, especially other people's. When you shook your head again, he thought for a second before asking:
"Is there anything I can do to help ?" He stopped his circles suddenly stopped when you shook your head no once more. Now that, he knew for a fact was a lie. If there was anything he was good at, it was making you feel better. He knew there was something he could do.
Just then, he hatched a brilliant idea. Foolproof, even. "I'll be back." He quickly sped away before you could protest, making you groan into the pillow. Him being here would've helped a tad.
Then, just as fast as he left, he was back. The only evidence of his return is the audible woosh noise and the gust of wind. You didn't bother looking up, not until you heard his voice.
"Well, are you going to look or not?"
You lifted yourself by your elbows, turning to look at him. The sight immediately relieving any trace of irritation from your day. He stood, his arms filled with all sorts of candy and junk food the both of you love that he no doubt stole.
A crooked smile was plastered on his face, his silver head of hair was a mess from the run, and his large goggles rested on his head. He looked stupidly cute.
The sight alone was enough to make a grumpy old person smile. He looked ridiculous in the best way possible. You got off the bed, pulling him into a hug. "I love you so much, Pete."
You heard some of the sweets hit the floor, but you couldn't care less right now. You have the best boyfriend ever, without a doubt. When you pulled away, he was smirking softly. You tilted your head to the right, signaling how confused you were.
"I knew I could make you feel better. I was right." You smiled at his smug tone, grabbing the back of his head and gently pulling him into a kiss.
More sweets sounded as they hit the floor, and you laughed softly into the kiss. The two of you stayed like that, neither of you able to get enough of each other. Peter mumbled into the kiss. "I love you too, bug."
Congrats on 500 😄, love seeing your Peter posts haha!! 💛💛
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Saturday Morning Cartoons
“I’m telling you it’s the hotel guy.”
“No it’s the banker you dummy.”
“Hey!”
You giggle as you watched Peter and his little sister bicker back and forth. She was sitting in his lap and they were watching Scooby Doo together, each trying to guess who was the bad guy was. You sat down next him handing them each a bowl of cereal. You plucked a marshmallow out of Peter’s bowl and he smacked your hand away.
“She’s right Peter it’s totally the banker.”
“Babe.” Peter whined laying his head down on your shoulder as he shoveled his cereal into his mouth. “You’re supposed to be on my side.” He mumbled out, his mouth full. You laid your head on top of his, playing with his free hand.
“Come on Peter you know it’s the banker, it’s always the first guy they meet.”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Yuh-huh.”
“Shhh.” His sister hushed both of you, her eyes glued to the screen as Shaggy and Scooby somehow ended up catching the bad guy as they always did. Peter offered you the spoon and you opened your mouth, eating as quietly as you could to avoid another shushing from his little sister.
Velma finished up explaining how the bad guy did the crime as Fred took center screen. “Now let’s see who the bad guy really is.” The mask was removed to reveal the banker. “Banker John.” All the characters said in unison.”
His sister turned around in his lap giving him a toothy smile. “See I told you.” She said sticking her tongue out at him. Peter stuck his tongue out as well. You watched as she bragged about being right, while Peter had a slight frown on his face.
“Come here you.” He yanked her back into his lap and she fell softly with a giggle. He began to tickle her and she let out a string of laughs trying her best to escape his grasp. He paused after a moment to let her catch her breath, they both turned to face you, the signature Maximoff smirk on their faces.
“Don’t you dare.” You said with narrowed eyes.
They both lunged at you and you laughed as they attacked you, tickling your sides and Peter pressing wet kisses all over your face a neck. Your guys cereal was long forgotten as you escaped to run around the house, trying in vain to escape them. It was always so much fun watching Saturday morning cartoons with the Maximoffs.
Request: no
Pairing: Peter Maximoff x reader
Summary: Peter isn’t a fan of thunder storms. Luckily, you are always there to help him out.
Warnings: language
Word count: 1.9K
A/N: My first X-Men fic!! please let me know what you think of it! I need someone to cuddle with :’) also I kind of adapted the curtains/window thing from myself lol I do that. anyways, enjoy reading!! :)
Another loud crash erupts the silence. It makes Peter jump up from the mattress of his bed. He sighs deeply and slowly eases back into the pillows. Peter hates thunder storms. Doesn’t matter if they’re during the day or the night, he despises them.
Seconds later, another loud crash scares him. Peter closes his eyes and sighs deeply. He would never admit he’s scared of storms. After all, he’s part of the X-Men. Out of all the things he could have feared, he’s frightened of thunder storms. It just seems so silly and childish, which is why he’s ashamed of telling anyone about it.
Though he never told you about it, he had a feeling you knew. You could tap into people’s mind. Your mutation was similar to Jean’s and Charles’, just not entirely the same. From the moment you met, you and Peter felt some sort of deep connection, a trust, and a strong friendship blossomed. You had promised never to read his mind. And even if he told you he’d be okay with it, you’d still hesitate.
One day, the two of you were sitting underneath a tree outside, enjoying some relaxing time, when thunder rumbled in the distance. Though he didn’t say anything, you could feel Peter move uneasily next to you. And without meaning to, you heard some of his thoughts. Calm down, Peter, it’s just a little thunder. Relax, you’re just sitting under a tree, which is likely to be struck with lightning. Oh, fuck. You really hadn’t meant to hear it. It’s just when people feel strong emotions, their thoughts are louder and easier for you to hear. While trying not to give the impression you heard his thoughts, you suggested to go inside “because it might rain soon” and Peter gladly accepted the offer.
Peter couldn’t think of anything else. He wasn’t going to get any sleep soon with the thunder still crashing high up in the clouds. Barely a second later, he’s standing in front of his door, pressing his ear against the wood. About a month ago, Peter wanted to go to the kitchen to get a late night snack. He hadn’t even reached the end of the hallway before he ran into Hank. Apparently Hank was checking to see if all of the younger kids were in their rooms. He wasn’t very amused to found one of the responsible ones out of his room.
After listening for a while and confirming Hank isn’t out roaming the halls, Peter slowly and quietly opens the door and gets out of his room. Your room isn’t far from his, but nevertheless the walk there takes him longer than usual. Partly because he tries to be quiet and also because he’s not sure why he's going to your room. You couldn’t control the weather like Ororo could. It would make more sense to wake her up, but Peter tried that once. And let’s say that didn’t really work out.
Peter stands in front of your door. He’s still hesitating. Shouldn’t he just go back to his room and try to sleep? As if he asked for it, thunder crashes above him in the sky, followed by a blinding flash. Peter swallows thickly. You always eased his mind, why wouldn’t you do it this time? He inhales deeply to calm himself down and knocks on your door.
You don’t answer right away. Peter didn’t expect you to, given that you’re quite a heavy sleeper. He knocks again, slightly louder than the first time. Still, no answer. He’s afraid if he’ll knock a third time, some of the kids that sleep down the hall will wake up. Or worse, Hank could hear him. Just as he’s about to give up and go back to his room, the door opens.
You’re rubbing your eyes with one hand. Your hair is messy and the hem of your oversized shirt rests on your thigh. Peter can’t help but to look at you. This is the version of you he liked the most. You, in your most natural way. It’s something he’ll never get tired of.
‘What’s up, Pete?’ you say in a raspy, sleepy voice. Pete. Another thing he likes a lot about you. You’re the only one who uses that nickname. And everyone else sort of knows that nickname is reserved for you.
‘I-’ As lightning strikes in the distance, Peter squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. You look at him and remember the time underneath the tree. And then you hear it. Calm the fuck down Peter it’s literally just thunder. You shoot him an encouraging smile.
‘Want to stay here tonight?’ you ask him and Peter finally looks you in your eyes. He frowns a little and you can see he’s a bit upset.
‘Did you just read my mind?’ he asks you.
‘No.’ you say truthfully. ‘Strong emotions means strong thoughts means loud thoughts.’ you explain to him.
Peter looks nervous after hearing that. ‘Right.’ he says. ‘I do want to stay here tonight. But only if you’re okay with that.’
You smile and step aside so he can enter your room. ‘Of course.’
‘You can take the right side of the bed.’ you say. And Peter, who had already started moving towards the couch in your room, looks up. You pretend you don’t notice it.
‘There’s enough space for the two of us.’ you state. Peter says nothing, but smiles briefly at you. You walk over to the curtains. It was a habit of yours to not fully close them. Meanwhile, Peter had moved over to your bed and sat down on the edge.
‘Why do you always keep those open?’ he asks you. You look over your shoulder at him as you close the window and the curtains.
‘I like listening to the silence outside. Or, in this case, the rain and thunder. I just like it, it calms me down. And I love natural lighting. Waking up with a few rays of morning light is the best way to start my day.’ you say and you walk over to the bed.
You lay down and feel Peter moving uneasily next to you. It’ll probably take a while for him to get comfortable. There have been countless of times in which you fell asleep on Peter’s shoulder. But this is entirely different. You try not to think much of it. Peter just needs someone he trusts to calm him down, that’s all.
Lighting strikes again and Peter’s body shocks a little. You reach out in the dark and rest your hand on his bicep.
‘You’re fine, Pete.’ you murmur softly. ‘Besides, you’re so fast you could probably just run away should something happen.’
Peter nods without you seeing it. ‘Yeah.’ he says, to let you know he heard you. Your hand feels warm and soft and almost loving on his arm. Peter inhales and exhales for a while, trying to drown out the storm. He focuses on the feeling of your hand on his skin. And eventually, he falls asleep with you next to him.
Miraculously, Peter sleeps well and doesn’t wake up until it’s morning. You’re not next to him when he does and he’s a bit upset because of it. He reaches out but the pillow on your side is cold, a sign you’ve been up for a while. Peter knows exactly where to find you. Most of the older kids eat breakfast early in the morning, before the younger kids wake up.
Peter gets dressed and heads downstairs towards the kitchen. Charles is there, reading the newspaper, Hank and Raven are talking and smile at him when Peter enters the kitchen. On the other end of the table, Jean and Scott are eating cereal. Jean notices how Peter is scanning the room and smirks.
‘She’s out back.’ says Jean. Peter nods, not asking her how she knows he’s looking for you. Everyone with a decent set of eyes could figure out Peter wants you to be more than a friend.
He speeds through the doors and finds you sitting on the stairs by yourself. Your head is tilted backwards and you’re soaking up the sun and peace while you can. The coffee in your hand is still warm.
‘Hey Pete.’ you say. He hadn’t realised you noticed his presence.
‘Morning.’ he says as he sits down beside you. Without opening your eyes, you offer him some of your coffee. Peter takes a few sips of the hot drink before handing the cup back to you.
‘Thanks for letting me stay at yours last night.’ says Peter and you smile and turn your head to look at him.
‘Of course.’ you say and you reach out and squeeze his hand. The touch of your hand takes him back to the night before, and how he felt safe when you put your hand on his bicep.
‘Do you want to go for a walk?’ asks Peter.
‘Sure!’ you say and you finish the last of your coffee and get up. You talk about small things as the two of you walk on the grounds. After some time, Peter starts walking slower and eventually, he stops. You stop walking as well and turn around to look at him.
‘You okay speedy?’ you say. Peter nods but he looks like there’s definately something on his mind. He doesn’t look you in the eye as he’s thinking.
‘Come on, Pete, spit it out.’ you chuckle. ‘What’s on your mind?’
Peter sighs and gives in. ‘You.’ he says softly.
‘What about me?’ you say, trying to focus on Peter’s words and not his thoughts.
‘You let me stay in your room because I don’t like thunderstorms.’ he says. ‘I know it doesn’t sound like a lot, but it means a lot to me. The way you care about me, check in on me.’
‘Well that’s what friends do, right?’ you say.
Shit. You said something wrong. Peter smiles briefly but you know it isn’t a genuine smile. He actually looks kind of hurt by your words, and you don’t know why. Peter plays with the sleeves of his silver jacket and looks away from your eyes.
‘Do you really see me as your friend? Just your friend?’ he says quietly.
Oh. So that’s why he looks upset. You step a little closer to him.
‘Well, maybe a bit more than just a friend.’ you say. You take Peter’s hand in yours and he looks at you.
‘More than just a friend? And that means?’ he says. You smile and wink at him.
‘Shoot your best shot, Pete.’ you say.
Peter steps closer and reaches out to put both of his hands on your cheeks. You can smell the coffee in his breath, but you couldn’t care less. You drank coffee too, so it’s fine. Peter leans in and slowly presses his lips against yours. You close your eyes and melt into his touch. You step closer and your toes touch his. Peter deepens the kiss and you don’t even have to try to drown out his thoughts. They’re so loud you just let them wash over you.
When he finally pulls away he rests his forehead against yours, still holding your face in his hands.
‘How’s that for shooting my shot?’ he chuckles and you laugh softly.
‘You know, I never would have taken you for a slow kisser.’ you say. ‘Maybe thunderstorms should occur more often, if this is what comes after.’
‘Oh, fuck no.’ says Peter and you laugh. ‘This? Absolutely amazing. Should occur more often. I’ll make sure it does. But thunderstorms? Fuck no. Never.’ he says. You laugh and press a short but loving kiss to his lips. You’re glad Peter can’t hear your thoughts. You’re sure they’re louder than ever.
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From the prompt list #2 103 & 135 for Peter Maximoff and Scott Summers bc those two are each other buddy, best friends, best pals and NO ONE can convince me otherwise. if you feel comfortable writing it obviously ♥️♥️
Their the bestest of friends and nobody can change my mind! 😤
Gif credit @hiddleloki 💖
103.“Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.”
135.“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”
They were fucked and nothing in the world could stop the storm that was coming to get them. Peter and Scott knew that very well, after all, you don't mess Wolverine car without facing the consequences.
"Well, it was nice to be alive." Scott huffed. The sight of the melted door wasn't promising, he should have said no to Peter's idea of testing his superspeed against Scott's lasers.
"It's not that bad" Peter voice was shaky, too far away of the relaxed behavior he wanted to show. "I bet Wanda could fix this..."
"Yeah, we're fucked." Scott clicked his tongue. He was sure that the X-Men meeting would end any time soon, they need to act quick if they wanted to make it to dinner.
"Well, I guess that's the only plan we have" Scott sighed defeated while Peter could only grin, relieved to have a getaway."Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English."
Peter nodded before racing to his house. Magda wasn't surprised to find those two troublesome teenagers trying to sneak a melted car into the garage, she has seen too much and hopefully she could talk about it with Peter later.
"So you melted it?" Wanda ran her fingers through the damaged door, doing her best to find a decent way to repair this mess without screw it." Why you thought that would be a good idea in the first place?"
Peter rolled his eyes." That's not the point here, okay? I just need you to fix this, that's it." Wanda's poker face was enough for Peter to start to shake in frustration." C'mon Wanda, for me?"
"You own me one." And with that her hands started to glow, maybe she couldn't fix it properly but at least it would give the illusion that it was everything alright.
Scott frowned, he wasn't that fond of letting Wanda do all the work." Don't you think we should have called Erik?" He leaned to Peter, not wanting Wanda to her him.
"I'm asking the same goddamn question." The three teenagers jumped at the sound of a new voice. A very pissed Logan was standing in the garage entrance and in the street the Hank's car was parked.
"What the hell happened to my car?" Scott gulped nervously, suddenly remembering the turbulent relationship he and Logan had. Wanda slowly but surely stopped, sneaking into the house to save herself from a scold.
"So? Are you gonna talk or-"
"-We accidentally broke your car, it was by mistake. We would never do it on purpose, right Scott?" At Peter's poke on his side, Scot just could agree." Besides it looks better now...kinda"
" Why did you did this?"Logan said wondering why adolescents could be so fucking stupid.
"We were trying to see if my lasers could reach Peter while he ran." Scott explained." I didn't work out that well..."
“Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.” Peter muttered to himself, not daring to look at Logan.
"Fuck" Logan sighed, pricking at the bridge of his nose and doing his best to not let his rage take the best of him." Look, I don't care if you regret this or not, but you better fix my car before I run out of patience..."
Peter would flirt with you from the moment he laid eyes on you.
He is probably lowkey shy but tries to hide it, so he takes forever to actually ask you out
He would take you to Paris or somewhere that you have talked about being on your wishlist
He listens to everything you tell him and remembers most of it
If you look at something a little long in a store or comment on it, he will go back and steal it for you
Waking up to find new clothes in your closet or drawer and whatever else you wanted on your bedside table
Constantly yelling at him for stealing
On your birthday, he actually buys you presents and even shows you the receipts to prove it
Not being able to hold hands with him, because he walks too fast
Peter would play with your hands whenever the two of you are sitting next to each other
Also, would play with your hair constantly, due to him having to constantly do something with his hands
Peter gets easily jealous whenever someone looks at you a little too long or compliments you
“Yes, MY partner is very attractive and MINE.”
His favorite thing to do is lay on top of you, while you play with his hair
It’s not easy for him to stay still, but he tries to slow down for you
He will make out with you anywhere and everywhere
On the couch? Yep. In class? Yep. The middle of the hallway? Yep.
Everyone else in the mansion gets annoyed at the two of you
Constant pick up lines
“You come here often?”
“Peter, this is my room and we’re already in a relationship!”
After missions or training, he will come into your room and just lay his head on you and listen to your heartbeat, because those things make him think about almost losing you
The first time he tells you he loves you is after you get hurt
He just kind of blurts it out
“Oh my gosh, are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay. I love you.”
“You what?”
Peter deserves all the love and would give so much to you
