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. 🥺
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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]
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Bestie hehe whose pullout game is worst and whose is best out of the characters Evan plays???
the evans + their pullout game !
ft. tate langdon ‧ kit walker ‧ kyle spencer ‧ jimmy darling ‧ james patrick march ‧ kai anderson ‧ peter maximoff ‧ colin zabel — nsfw ; MDNI 18+
a/n: hey bestie i love your mind
TATE LANGDON . (3/10)
his intentions are good. his execution? terrible. pull-out game is WEAK purely due to incompetence.
“fuck—wait, wait.. shit, i was supposed to-”
feels guilty as hell afterward. “you don’t think i did it on purpose, right? you believe me, don’t you?”
KIT WALKER . (2/10)
kit TRIES to be responsible. really, he does. but he’s also a man who fucks deep and loves even deeper.
a very passionate lover and in the heat of the moment, he forgets everything else.
honestly, he doesn’t even try that hard.
if you reminded him, he’d listen. but if you didn’t? yeah, he’s finishing inside.
if you got pregnant, he’d step up immediately. pullout game is terrible but he’s a great dad.
pre death .ᐟ KYLE SPENCER . (10/10)
doesn’t take risks; he’s got a good head on his shoulders.
his timing and self control are actually great. the pull-out game is strong with this one.
even before he met you, kyle doesn’t sleep around like most of his frat brothers, even though he totally could.
JIMMY DARLING . (6/10)
jimmy knows he can’t afford to be reckless. he’s working in a freak show—not exactly the best place to raise a kid.
he also worries about passing on his ectrodactyly. even though you tell him constantly that it doesn’t matter.
most of the time, he cums on your tits or ass.
but when he’s drunk, he’s super impulsive, emotional. all self control flies out the window.
if you got knocked up, he’d have a mini breakdown and go on a two day bender but would also step up.
he will also propose immediately (after he gets his shit together)
JAMES PATRICK MARCH . (10/10)
he is nothing if not disciplined.
if james ever decided to give you an heir, that decision was made long before the act.
lowkey has reservations because of bartholomew.
⟢ cult leader .ᐟ KAI ANDERSON . (0/10)
kai never pulls out. he never intended to in the first place.
at first, he’ll act like it was an accident—for the purpose of plausible deniability. he’ll moan about how tight you are, how good you feel, and then when it happens:
“fuck—couldn’t help it. you feel too good, baby.” he’s fake guilty, kissing your shoulder, murmuring “next time i’ll pull out, promise.”
next time never came. (but he did. inside you) at some point, he just stopped pretending.
“this is how it’s supposed to be. why would i waste it anywhere but inside you?”
if you tell him you’re not ready for kids, he’ll say “women are biologically wired to want children. you’re just brainwashed by feminism.” (i hate this guy)
0/10 cos he’s actively TRYING to fail.
if you got pregnant? he’d be ecstatic.
PETER MAXIMOFF . (5/10)
thinks he has great control, but he really, really doesn’t.
he’ll pull out last second. but he cuts it close EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
sometimes he miscalculates timing.
“uh. okay, okay—don’t freak out, but I MAY have just—wait, are you on the pill?”
COLIN ZABEL . (9/10)
very responsible. colin respects boundaries and never pressures you into risky sex. always wears condoms unless you explicitly ask not to.
“you sure? ‘cause, uh, i got condoms—like, a lot. not a weird amount, just… y’know, normal.”
lowkey wants to have kids with you… but suppresses the “selfish” fantasy.
his one weakness? when he’s tipsy.
the one time you were both drunk, making out on the couch, which led to hot and sloppy sex. you felt so good and he was so lost in it, and then—
“oh, shit.”
immediate panic. full-body guilt. buys you plan b, also flowers and coffee because he feels guilty.
overall he’s very reliable, just that one slip-up.
☆ BF! Peter who loves playing pranks. He was a rage-baiter way before it was popular. There's so many photos on your phone that he took with your camera. Him making funny faces, him taking candids of you while he's speeding through seconds, etc. If you're shorter than him, he likes hiding your things on higher shelves. If you're taller, he likes tackling you onto beds and couches by going for your legs. Best believe he uses his super-speed to prank you like no other.
☆ BF! Peter who tries his best to mature when your relationship gets serious. He puts more effort into his work at Xavier's, starts saving for his own place, begins to limit his shoplifting, and tries to be "more serious" on dates. The last one doesn't last long, but you don't mind.
☆ BF! Peter whose favorite chores are dishes and dusting. They're easy, quick, and simple. He HATES doing laundry because it takes so long. The apartment/house you two share is always pretty tidy, surprisingly, because he gets bored on the weekends if you aren't home.
☆ BF! Peter who started wanting kids when he saw how gentle you were with the other mutants. Cooing and chatting with one of the littles who didn't have many friends led to him wondering if you'd agree on "Kurt" as a boy's name - both for his blue best friend and Cobain. Daughter wise, he'd name her Wanda if that was okay with his twin. [ A/N: yes I know they aren't twins in the Fox movies but they are EVERYWHERE else so yuh.] He wouldn't care about the gender, but I imagine him more as a boy dad than a girl dad. Not that he'd neglect his daughter, no, he'd love her more than anything, but he's had sisters and he wants something new. Twins run in the family, so he would be over the moon if you ended up with two twin boys like Wanda's.
☆ BF! Peter whose idea of a good date is something fun. He's not big on picnics or beach walks or fancy dinners - but he'll try everything once. He likes taking you shopping, going skateboarding, exploring, tree-climbing, going to arcades, and anything else fun that he can do. The boy will do anything that allows him to get his energy out - from following you as you spend much too long in an F.Y.E to taking you into an indoor rock-climbing.
☆ BF! Peter who eats a LOT. He burns insane amounts of calories, and as a part of his mutation- his digestion is sped-up. If you like to cook or bake, he'll love you even more. He's shown to love sugar in the films, but I don't doubt him changing to a more protein-rich diet later in life. Your first "date" was a group celebratory meal paid for by Hank - who immediately regretted it when Peter ordered a huge steak, a bunch of shrimp Alfredo, and a chicken salad without any hesitation. And yes, he ate on the appetizers and your meal without a second thought - the boy's gotta eat! Your shared grocery bill is pretty hefty, but it's worth it for the muscle he's putting on.
☆ BF! Peter who's type is anyone he can have fun with, and is "fun' in style. He isn't into the real soft, coquette types or the real serious/academic types. I can see him more into the 1980/1990s grudge/skater type, but he's not too picky. Any type of fun hair or makeup? He's in love. Paint or dirt on your skirt or pants? Count him in. Similar tastes in preferred dates and music? Hell yeah. He doesn't really care about physical appearance, so personality and style are more important. Why date someone if you can't play Laser tag and share clothes with them?
☆ BF! Peter who burns CDs with songs you both like and lets you borrow his band shirts and CDs. One of his number one requirements is that you share music taste or you're open to listening to his music.
☆ BF! Peter who is a total "wife guy". If he wants to get out of plans, it's a "sorry, gotta get home to the wife." Favorite person? "My wife, obviously." His wallpaper, emergency contact, best friend, roommate, lover, and #1 clothes thief? "Well, that'd have to be my kick-ass wife, obviously." Even before marriage, he called you his all the time. If you kick ass in a fight, he's swooning to Kurt about how cool his girlfriend is. If one of the kids asks why he's so happy one morning, he'll talk about how great his girlfriend is. The moment he proposed, he went straight to giving you the wife title. And he doesn't ever stop.
☆ BF! Peter acts like a man-child at times, but he's a well-behaved one. Yes, he gets sent to the doghouse at times, and yes, he's had to retreat to Wanda and Vision's house once or twice when he's really, really fucked up, but he means well. He's a guy raised in the 70s, do you expect him to be completely house-trained? He does try, though. He loves you more than anything, he just fucks up at times. And maybe, yeah, he leaves towels on the floor and soda stains on the couch and he accidentally mixes the laundry at times - but he'll try and be better.
☆ BF! Peter who HATES girl's night. Not that he minds your clubbing clothes, he loves them, but he's so bored without you. He doesn't understand why he can't come bowling with you guys, or out to dinner, or out drinking, or shopping. He likes those things! He trusts you and the others, they're his friends too, but he's admittedly a tad jealous. In an attempt to squash this, you nudged him into starting a boy's night. Gaming, laser tag, arcades, cards, whatever he could find fun with Hank, Scott, and Kurt. But Hank eventually went back to the lab and Scott didn't have the same idea of fun, so most of the time it was just Kurt and Peter. And that devolved into Peter whining about your absence over a game of Monopoly. Wife guy.
☆ BF! Peter who adores you. The moment he saw you at Xavier's or your job or wherever met you, his heart started ramping up like it did when he was a teen and saw Princess Leia for the first time. He loses all sense of cool around you. In the beginning, he's just a meek, stuttering mess.
☆ BF! Peter who slowly, but surely gets more used to the fuzzy feeling you give him as you guys start dating. He still adores you and gets all red-faced when you do just about anything cute, but he's more confident now.
☆ BF! Peter who actually buys your birthday presents. No stealing, he wants you to know he cares. He's the type to buy you what you've told him you wanted, because to him, that's the standard. "Your ex bought you a camera? But you told me you had a Polaroid one since you were a teen. He bought you one when you already had one? Are you kidding me? And you didn't even ask for it? Prick."
☆ BF! Peter who's your ex's number one hater. "So he spent all day texting one girl, started working with her and started taking classes with her...but got mad you talked comics with one of your guy friends? Fucking insane." "She left you for THAT guy? With the fucking hair? Good lord."
☆ BF! Peter who's bisexual with a fem preference. He's the type of guy who can ogle both the female and male leads of a movie.
☆ BF! Peter who burns you CDs whenever he feels like it. He's not an artist, but he can find a way to make you things if he puts his mind to it.
☆ BF! Peter who has, at least once, done the cliche "standing outside your window with a boom box" thing to apologize. Definitely more than once.
☆ BF! Peter who despite being 20-30, acts like a teenager in love. 100% left you love notes from "your secret admirer" before you two started dating. It was so, so cheesy, but so cute.
☆ BF! Peter who most of his love knowledge comes from movies. Wanda and Vision started dating after Wanda moved out, so Peter didn't see them interact much. Peter's dad was out of the picture, and he didn't have too many friends growing up, and most of them were nerds like him who didn't get girlfriends. So, his perception of flirting and love is mostly from the movies he grew up with.
☆ BF! Peter who, when asked about how you dress, says "my girl can wear what she wants because I get to go home to that every night and you don't."
☆ BF! Peter who only dates someone if he loves them with his whole being. And with him, that's you and only you.
☆ BF! Peter who is a switch. He doesn't really care about a preference for being dominant or submissive, he just goes with the flow. He'd sub easily, but could also be a gentle dom. It really depends on you and his mood.
☆ BF! Peter who does love costumes though. Any of those slutty 2000s-esk Halloween costumes? Oh lord, he's done for. Suddenly he's a helpless patient if he can get you in a nurse outfit. He's a little criminal when you're in a sexy cop outfit, and he's awe-struck if you're anything nerdy related. The slave Leia costume? His nose is bleeding on sight. OG poison ivy bodysuit? Call that boy vegetarian the way he's in that foliage. [A/N: THAT WAS AWFUL, IM SO SORRY BAHAHEHA]
☆ BF! Peter who, once he learns you're completely fine with it, is a total perv with you. He loves that form of teasing. Wearing a skirt? Panty shots. You're being difficult? He's zipping around and suddenly you're back into one of those aforementioned costumes. That's one of his favorite things, changing your clothes in private. You gasp and blush, scolding him but he just smirks. He's definitely stolen your panties at least once, definitely jacked off when you're not looking, and definitely smacked your ass more times than you can count. He loves you, he does, and he doesn't do anything to objectify you. The guy just really fucking loves his girlfriend. And fucking his girlfriend. But mainly the first part. He also gets a lot of nosebleeds. It doesn't take him much to get worked up, just seeing your thighs, cleavage, face, arms, calves, hands, shoulder, stomach, and basically anything else. He's a dog, but only for his girl when she's okay with it.
☆ BF! Peter who doesn't enjoy blowjobs that much. He'd rather just have a quickie if you guys are in a rush. If he's desperate, he won't mind it, but he'd rather have you and him together, rather than you do the work.
☆ BF! Peter who's super-speed means super-drive. He's not supersonic in bed, but he pops a lot more boners than any of your exes. And he. Is. Whiny. The man loves his girl, and naturally he thinks that he should be able to worship her as much as possible! What's so wrong with that?
☆ BF! Peter who goes nuclear when you guys start trying for kids. He's a man on a mission. "Gonna...fuckin' put my baby batter in you. Fill you up so good, babe." "Peter, what the fuck?" He wants his babies. He wants his perfect little twins. He wants to be a dad, he can't help that!
☆ BF! Peter who, if you convince him to sub, could absolutely be put in a skirt. Put him in a little blue miniskirt and he's a begging mess. "Mommy, please, no, I'll be a boy, I'll be your best boy, don't make me wear it in front of our friends, please mommy-" [you'd never make him. You never even brought it up, he did. He's subtly hinting.]
☆ BF! Peter who accidentally let out a little moan when you put your boot on his chest during sparring. "Do you wanna explore that when we get home?" "Yes please.."
🏁⋆💨𐙚₊˚⊹🏃♡.👟⌛
A/N: YAYYY okay it's done ehehe. I might make a male version of this or a second one, but idk ☝️☝️ IM SORRY THAG IVE DONE LIKE NO NEW CONTENT, COLLEGE IS KICKING MY AHHH
Here's the song that kinda sums up how Peter loves IMO 👇
・❥・ summary: you and peter used to frequent the arcade often but with his superhero duties, you haven't in a long time so he suggests its for date night but he's not too thrilled when you keep beating all his high scores.
・❥・word count: 2.2k
・❥・warnings: 18+ mdni. unprotected p in v. dirty talk. spanking. rough sex. dominant!peter. use of superpowers. hes a sore loser.
・❥・ authors note: ...it's been almost 2 years since i wrote a peter fic. its not the best bc im rusty but we ball!! and this isn't exactly how this fic was supposed to go. but it's something lmao this is for my evan fam <3 if you want to be added to my peter taglist for any future fics, lemme know!!
For someone who was supposed to be fast, Peter Maximoff was always late. If it was anyone else, you’d be annoyed but you’d grown used to it over the years. He had this charming way of making you forget you were mad at him. Whether it be a quick kiss on the cheek or one of those cheeky smiles of his, you were putty in his hands. That was how it had always been. Peter had a hold on you that nobody else ever had. It was funny, really. He had come into your life at a time when you weren’t even looking for anyone. You had been a lone wolf, adamant that you didn’t need anyone then one day, this lovable speedster ran into your life and it had never been the same since.
It had been a chance meeting. One of those days where you wanted to be left alone. One of your favourite places to go to take your mind off things was the local arcade. There you could lose yourself for a few hours in a video game, focusing on a fictional world rather than the hell that was your real life. There was a zombie game that you really enjoyed playing so you had situated yourself at one of the machines, to the back of the arcade where it was a little quieter than the rest. You had almost beat your high score when what you thought had been a gust of wind had knocked you sideways, causing your hands to fall from the joystick and the ‘you died’ screen to flash. Anger had run through your veins, seeping hot but when you turned to see what had caused it, you had been greeted by a sheepish smile and a head of silver hair. You had opened your mouth to chew the man in question out but shut it just as quickly. He had apologised, twinkie in his free hand as he played his own game at a speed that wasn’t humanly possible, his eyes flicking from you to the screen in front of him. When you blurted out the words “how the hell are you doing that” he had no qualms in telling you every single detail of his power. From then on, you had been fascinated with him.
It had started out gradually. Each week he somehow seemed to bump into you at the arcade (you’d later find out he did it on purpose) and that had blossomed into a friendship. When he had shown up one day with a bouquet of twinkies (because, in his words, flowers were too boring) asking you out on a date, you couldn’t refuse. Who asked someone out with a bouquet of twinkies? For that alone you had to say yes. But, it was the best decision you had ever made. Now, two years on, Peter Maximoff was the best part of your day. He was the love of your life. You didn’t believe in soulmates but if you did, you’d definitely say he was yours.
“Where is he?” You grumbled to yourself, looking at the watch on your wrist.
“Here!” He said in a sing-song voice, his arms wrapping around you from behind seemingly out of nowhere.
You rolled your eyes playfully. “You’re late.”
“Ooooor am I actually on time?”
“No, definitely late.”
“Let me make it up to you then,” he whispered into your ear sending a shiver down your spine. There was no time to react before he attacked your neck in kisses, leaving you giggling.
“Okay, okay,” you laughed, wriggling yourself out of his grasp so you could turn to face him. There he was, shit-eating grin on his face, his silver hair a perfect mess with his favourite goggles sitting atop his head. “Make it up to me by paying for every game we play.”
“You mean every game I beat your high score at?” He retorted.
“Yeah, we’ll see.”
He grabbed your hand and within a second, you were in front of a pac-man game inside the arcade. You let out a huff of breath, regaining your composure. You’d think after two years of getting zoomed around everywhere by him you’d be used to it but it still took you by surprise. Peter only chuckled to himself, tossing you a few coins, a smirk on his face. “Come on then, princess. Beat my high score and I’ll buy you a slushie.”
“Buy or steal?” You teased.
He only glared at you, no venom behind it before he got to work on the screen in front of him. You slotted the coin into the machine, focusing on your own screen. Trying to battle Peter for a high score really wasn’t a fair fight. This man had super speed, he could move his hand faster than anyone else in the world but you tried your damn hardest. You were stubborn, sometimes too stubborn. And extremely competitive. So, even if it killed you, you were going to try and up him.
Somehow, you managed to. Maybe it was because Peter had been distracted watching a couple fight across the room – his nosiness getting the better of him as he snickered watching the girl storm away from their partner. He’d taken his eyes off the screen for a split second to which you had used to your advantage, hip bumping him so he stumbled a little, hand slipping from the controller, causing him to die. He groaned when he heard the game over music playing, eyes narrowing as he turned to you.
“That’s cheating!”
“I would never do such a thing!”
You feigned innocence, trying to fight the grin from showing on your face. He only grumbled in response, muttering about how he was definitely going to beat you at the next game.
But, lo and behold, he didn’t.
Maybe luck was on your side or he was just easily distracted because yet again, you beat his high score. You could tell with the way his brows were furrowed that he was annoyed, confused that you somehow seemed to be getting the better of him.
“What’s up, baby? Sore loser?” You teased, playfully booping his nose as he handed you over the slushie he’d promised.
“Sore loser? Pfft,” he scoffed.
“Awww, you’re cute when you’re being a loser.”
“Say it again.”
“Loooooser.”
In the blink of an eye, the scenery changed and you were in the small bathroom of the arcade. Your slushie had fallen from your hand in Peter’s rush to get you alone. You loved it when he got like this. Annoying him was one of your favourite things especially when it got him riled up and nothing bothered him more than losing at his beloved video games.
“You know who’s gonna be sore? You by the time I’m done with you,” he said, lips a hair's breadth from yours. There was no room for a reply because his lips had crashed against yours in a flash. His hands gripped at your hips, tugging you flush against his body. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, a moan falling from your lips. He smirked against you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. It was like a battle for dominance but in the end, he won out. He always did. You were putty in his hands. He tugged on your lower lip as he pulled away from the kiss, spinning you around to bend you over the small sink in the bathroom, pressing himself flush against your ass. You could feel him grinding himself against you, your hands gripping onto the sink for support.
“Peter,” you breathed out.
“I think someone needs to be taught a lesson, huh?” He clicked his tongue, flipping your skirt up so he could get a better view. He licked his lips, his hands squeezing your ass. “Love you, baby but you can’t be beating me at the one thing I’m good at.”
A hand came down against your ass, the sting making you gasp but you loved every second of it. One after the other they came, Peter, making sure to massage you after each slap. Your panties were drenched, he could already tell but he had to make sure. His fingers slipping underneath them to run his fingers through your drenched folds. A groan fell from his lips as he slowly, tortuously rubbed your pussy. His thumb found your clit, rubbing circles against it. Then, you let out the loudest moan imaginable when you felt it vibrate. The perks of his super powers.
“That’s it, let everyone know who’s making you feel this good,” he said, adding a little more pressing as he sank two fingers inside you. You pushed your hips back against his hand, aching for more. He knew how to play you just right. He started pumping his fingers, slow at first then sped up until you were a whimpering, moaning mess. Peter leaned over you, his mouth right beside your ear as he spoke in a gruff whisper. “Come on, give me one.”
You couldn’t take it. The way his fingers were curling inside you, hitting that sweet spot over and over again, the vibration of his thumb against your clit was so overwhelming. It felt like a dam breaking when you came. You cried out his name, gripping the edge of the sink as hard as you could so you didn’t fall over from the sheer force of your release. He didn’t let up, his fingers still moving inside you, his thumb still against you. It was too much. When he was sure you were done, he slowed down, pulling himself from you, letting you have a moment to catch your breath.
“That’s a good girl,” he praised, licking his fingers clean. “Now, are you going to take that sore loser comment back?”
“Sore loser say what?” You managed to pant out, turning your head to look at him.
“Wrong answer.”
You barely heard the sound of his zipper as he freed his cock from the confines of his pants at super speed. The head of his cock ran through your folds, the head catching on to your clit. You whimperted from the over sensitivity. He notched his cock at your entrance, pushing just the tip inside. You tried to push back but he held your hips firmly in place so you couldn’t move. One of his hands moved up to grab at your hair, making a make-shift ponytail so he could pull your head up.
“Look in the mirror and watch. Don’t take your eyes off me,” he commanded.
You looked up into the mirror, catching his eyes in the reflection. He smirked and, in one hard thrust, pushed himself inside you. He groaned, his eyes closing at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him. He savoured the moment, getting lost in how good it always felt. He pulled back, almost all the way out before pushing back in, setting a hard pace right from the start. All you could do was hold on, making sure you never broke eye contact with him in the mirror.
Each thrust had your body jolting forward, moans spilling from your lips. You were already so close to the edge. Peter couldn’t help himself, using his powers to speed up his thrusts. It was delicious, the way he always knew how much you could take, how to make you feel. Each drag of his cock, the way he knew exactly which spots to hit had you seeing stars.
“Look at you taking every inch,” he said through gritted teeth, thrusting deep, his hips flush against your ass. “So good for me.”
“Peter, oh my god!” You cried out, your walls squeezing around him.
“Shit, do that again,” he moaned. His thrusts now turning short and sharp, his own release barreling towards him. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
But, just as he was about to send you both over the edge, there was a knock at the door. Peter stilled for a moment, out of breath. You whimpered, needing him to keep going, you were too far gone to care if someone was outside.
“Occupado, dude,” Peter managed to call out. When he was sure the person was gone, he carried on. His focus entirely back on you, he thrust into you in quick, shallow bursts. “Cum for me.”
Those words were what sent you over the edge, you cried out his name as you came for a second time, triggering Peter’s release. He pressed his hips flush against you, burying himself to the hilt as he came, spilling himself inside you with a groan of your name. He held you tight against him, making sure you took every drop. His head dropped, panting harshly as he caught his breath back. A few moments of silence fell between you, nothing but your heavy breathing and the sound of your whimpers as he slowly pulled out of you. He tucked himself back into his pants, quickly grabbing some toilet roll to clean you up. Placing your clothes back in place, he helped you stand, turning you around to face him, his hands resting gently on your waist.
“What was that about a sore loser? Because I’m pretty sure I just won,” he grinned. His hair was a mess, his cheeks flushed from exertion.
You rolled your eyes playfully. “Yeah, yeah. You win this but… out there? My names on all the machines.”
“Oh, you want a round two, huh?”
“You know I don’t like losing.”
He chuckled, kissing you softly on the lips. “Sorry, baby. Quickie wins this… quickie.”
“... you’re such a loser.”
taglist (ask to be added!): @ldydeath @bohnerrific69
Warning: NSFW, slightly clingy Peter Maximoff, Peter is a desperate and a virgin
Peter was lying in bed staring at the ceiling, his eyes drifting along the details as his hand went over the cold side of the bed where you should be yet you were upstairs. He shouldn't be so clingy but he wants you down here with him, he wanted to pepper kisses amongst your skin.
He feels a bit... frisky today but like hell he would tell you. He was too scared of saying, 'Yo I kinda have a situation. You down to clown?'
Plus his sisters and mother were home, he would die if they came down to the basement and get an eyeful of him fucking you into the mattress.
Peter let out a frustrated whine, snatching a pillow to bury his face in it. He wants to get laid so badly, his batman sweatpants getting a tad but tighter as a tent forms. He didn't want to think about it but hell he thinks you are a banging hot babe. Somehow snatching you up was a feat in his books, he was a horny 20 year old virgin that is too scared to ask if he can fuck his partner of 4 years.
He thought about it, you on top. His hands squeezing your thighs, squelchy sounds as you ride him. He thrusted up a bit getting zero friction as he just subtly humped air. He wanted to just bury himself in you, deep enough to press against all those sweet spots. He could only imagine the sounds that would leave your mouth, he was practically about to make himself cum just thinking about what you would feel like as you unravel all over him.
He has to ask this question before he practically goes insane.
The Ask: I humbly ask for a Peter Maximoff smut, I'm thinking y/n either a: distracts him while he is playing his arcade games, b: using whipped cream to give him a lil sweet treat while fucking, or c: literally any smut of this man, I need him. Preferably him being a little cocky/silly, but when you actually do anything he is a whimpering mess praising you. - @envy-of-greed
I give you... Option A.
WARNINGS: SMUT! oral (m recieve), handjob, mommy kink, praise, reader is a tease, reader is MEAN, sub!peter, dom!reader, Peter becomes a MESS, reader calls him "pup" and "puppy" like once, aftercare, alluding to punishment
A/N: gonna work on a Spencer Reid fluff/comedic fic next
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Peter was annoying as hell.
She loved him to bits, she would do absolutely anything for him, but she was allowed to admit her boyfriend was a complete terror?
Y/N was peacefully sitting in her room when her telephone had rang. Placing down her magazine, she reached for it, bringing it to her ear, “Hello?”
“Babeeee,”
What a surprise this was. Peter Maximoff, who usually would just show up unannounced with his super speed, decided to give her a phone call?
“Peter? What’s the occasion?” she asked with a smile, leaning back against her pillows, twirling the telephone’s wire in her newly manicured fingers.
“Eh, I just remember you saying you like phone calls, the bonding or whatever. So i wanted to give you one.”
That made her heart melt. This little terror was sometimes a complete angel as well. “Yeah…” Y/N replied, “I love phone calls. Your voice sounds so nice on the phone, by the way,”
She could already picture him blushing. “I-It does? I mean, of course, yeah it does! I’m Peter freaking Maximoff, babe. Everything about me is top-tier,”
“You could work on your baking skills,” she mused, remembering literally every single time she would attempt to bake something with him. Flour everywhere. Remnants of cake or brownie batter on his face because he just had to eat some (a lot). Firealarm going off. Burnt baked goods. Every. Single. Time.
“Bitch! Every baking failure is your fault for always distracting me!” he whined in protest.
“How the hell do I distract you? I’m baking too!”
“ ‘Cause you’re pretty,” Peter replied cheekily, and she knew he would have wiggled his eyebrows if she could see him, “How am I supposed to focus?”
“Stop making excuses for your terrible baking skills. Even if I wasn’t there, you would be a mess,”
“For different reasons,” Peter scoffed, “I can’t bake by myself, I need your guidance,”
“But you can’t bake with me either because you allegedly get distracted. Sounds like you just can’t bake,”
“Fuck off,” he grumbled, making her laugh, “Let’s get to more important business: when can I pick you up?”
“I wasn’t aware of being picked up at all,”
“Yeah well I’m picking you up. I wanna spend some time with you!” she could hear his excited tone that was so uniquely Peter. Everything about him was unique. Everything about him was different and weird and strange and she loved every part of him.
“Well…” Y/N sighed, “I was going to start on some homework…”
“Boooo! College student booooo!”
“Shit, excuse me for wanting an education. Better than planning on living in my mom’s basement for the rest of my life,” she teased.
“Ouch. Fine. Can’t you do your homework later?”
“I’ve been procrastinating on it,” Y/N set down her magazine, getting off of the bed and walking to her desk, stretching her body as far as she could with the limits of the phone cord. Fingertips brushing against her notebook, she was able to grab it, nestling back into her bed and opening it, “Shit, it’s a lot.”
“Who cares? Finish it tomorrow!”
“It’s due in the morning.”
She could already tell he was pouting, she knew him so well. “Can’t you do it at my place?”
“You mean your mom’s place?” Y/N decided to keep teasing him. Peter was pretty much a loser, not really having any plans in life other than to lounge in his mom’s basement playing video games and eating twinkies for eternity. He thought he was a loser, Y/N’s parents thought he was a loser (which is why they don’t like him much), even Y/N thought he was a loser when they had first met.
Yet here she was, smiling like an idiot while babbling on the telephone with said loser. Said loser who always gives her (stolen) gifts. Said loser who comes over at random points in the day just to say he loves her (superspeed is pretty handy). Said loser who named his Dungeons and Dragons character after her (however, he was such a loser, he didn’t have many people to play it with). Said loser who would scoff and pout whenever she would tease him about being her future house husband (well, what else would he be, if he just plays video games and dotes on her all day?) Her favorite loser.
“Yes,” Peter deadpanned, “My mom’s place. Now may I come over so I can escort you to my mom’s place?”
She pretended to think about it, hearing his soft breathing on the other line as he waited for her to answer, “Fine. No distractions though!”
“Yes, ma’am,”
Y/N opened her mouth to say something else, jumping when she heard a harsh knock on her window. Whipping her head towards the source of the noise, she rolled her eyes with a laugh. Peter, waving at her with his usual happy dorky expression. Placing the phone back down onto its receiver, Y/N rushed towards the window, opening it. “Babe!”
“Missed me?” he asked with a smirk, zipping into her room and right past her, making her roll her eyes again. He picked up her notebook, examining the pages, “Ew ew ew. What the hell are you studying again?”
“Psychology,” Y/N sat on the bed, slipping her sneakers on and tying them.
“Boring,” he sped off in a blur to her desk, grabbing a pencil, and rushing back to her notebook.
She didn’t even notice, focused on her sneakers, but when she raised her head and saw him drawing on her notebook, her facial expression soured, “Pietro Maximoff!” she snatched the notebook back, flicking his forehead.
“Hey!” he gasped dramatically, “Ain’t no way you used my real name.”
“You misbehave to the point I have to like a mom,” Y/n replied dryly, going off to her closet to grab her bag. Brows furrowing, she dug around a bit, “Shit… Dunno where my bag went-”
“Ahem,”
Y/N didn’t even have to turn to know what that meant. But she did, and, not to her surprise, Peter was holding her bag with a smirk on his face.
“Asshole,” she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. She knew him well. If she attempted to grab the bag, he would just zoom off somewhere else to tease her.
“Aren’t you going to get it?” he asked with faux innocence, holding it out to her.
“Fuck that, I know what you’re planning,” Y/N shook her head, raising her brow at him expectantly, “Drop the bag,”
“Um, am I a dog?” He placed a hand to his chest, jaw dropping like the drama king he was. He should have been in theatre when he was in school.
“Do I have to treat you like one?” Y/N threatened boldly, “Come on, pup, drop the bag,”
Peter’s eyes widened and he dropped the bag, “You did not just say that,”
“Well, it worked,” Y/N smirked, grabbing her bag and planting a kiss on his cheek, “Good boy,” She began throwing her supplies for her homework into her bag, unaware of the growing dent in his pants.
“Bitch,” he mumbled to himself, too quiet for her to hear.
“Alright, I’m ready to go,” she announced, slinging her bag over her shoulder. He just stood there, eyes glazed over. “Earth to Peter?” she snapped her fingers in his face twice before he blinked, coming back down to society.
“Okayletsgetoutofhere,” he word vomited, grabbing her waist (with one hand on her neck, of course! Gotta prevent that whiplash!), and within seconds, they were in his room (the basement).
“Shit, am I ever gonna get used to that?” Y/N laughed, flopping onto his unmade bed in dizziness. Before she could react, Peter dived in on top of her, making her let out a pained, “Oof!” and a “Peter!”
A childish giggle left him, arms going around her waist as he nuzzled into her neck, “Hm?”
“Can’t breathe,”
“Are you calling me fat?”
“I apologize, my dainty little princess,” she deadpanned, arms going around him too. Yes, he was crushing her, but she honestly didn’t care, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. She then felt something on her thigh. Felt like something was poking-
Oh.
Oh.
She smirked, but didn’t say anything about what she just realized, casually stroking his hair, “My pretty puppy,”
He gasped, immediately dashing off. Poor thing was flustered, playing one of his (stolen) arcade games, back turned to her.
“What’s wrong?” Y/N immediately got to teasing him, “I thought we were cuddling?”
“Wanna game,” he replied simply, and his ears went red. Cutie pie.
“You wanna game? But I thought you wanted to spend time with me?” she laughed.
“You said you wanted to do your homework,”
“True true…” she opened up her notebook, glancing at his squirming figure, “You dancin’, love?”
“No, I’m not dancing,” was all he said. There were plenty of times he didn’t catch onto her teasing, which was always adorable. This seemed to be one of them.
“Then why are you moving like that?”
“Like what?” Now he was playing dumb. He groaned as he died in the game, restarting it.
She slid off of the bed, walking to him and wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. Resting her chin on his shoulder, she said, “You’re acting funny, darling,” she pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, feeling him tense under her touch.
“N-No, I’m not,”
“Oh, really?” One hand reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear before planting a kiss there, “You’ve been acting funny ever since I called you a good boy,” His breath hitched, making her smirk, “I didn’t know calling you that would have such an effect on you, baby. Maybe it’s because you’re so bratty, you don’t hear that often, huh?”
“Stoooop,” he whined, losing in his game again, “You made me lose,” Peter pouted.
“Hm,” she let her hands drop lower, fiddling with the button of his pants absentmindedly, “You must be slacking, Peter! You should be able to game under any condition, right?”
“But-”
“Nuhuh,” she pressed a finger to his plush lips, “No ‘but’s from you. We gotta practice your concentration skills, my love. They’re lacking,” she unbuttoned his jeans, making him gasp. His hands were gripping the game’s controls tightly, however they were unmoving as she palmed him through his boxers. “Hey,” she roughly squeezed his length, making him squeak cutely. “Did I say you could stop? C’mon, time to practice.”
“S-Sorry, Y/N,” he stuttered out, hitting restart again. She squeezed his cock through his boxers again, earning a whine from him.
“Now what do you call me when I play with you?” Y/N asked tauntingly, running a single finger over his clothed length. Up and down. Up and down. Up and-
“Mommy,” he bit his bottom lip to keep himself from moaning.
“That’s right, darling, I’m Mommy,” She stepped away, confusing him, until she got down on the floor, crawling right between him and the game. “Mommy’s going to take care of your pretty cock now, okay?” Her hands trailed towards the belt loops of his jeans as she spoke, “You are not allowed to stop playing your game. Each in-game death is two spanks. You’re not allowed to cum till you clear three levels, understood?”
Peter’s cheeks flared up and he nodded excitedly, “Yes, Mommy,”
“Good boy,” she purred, pulling down his pants and letting them pool at his ankles. Fingers dipping into the waistband of his boxers, she cooed, already noticing a small wet patch, “So excited, huh?” she pulled down his boxers, letting them join his pants on the floor. Y/N stuck out her index finger, letting it run along his cock like before. Up and down. Up and down. Up and-
“-Mommy,” Peter whined, “Stop teasing me, please,”
“Oh? The bratty boy is using his manners?” she cooed, wrapping her fingers around his thick length and slooooowly stroking him, “Remember the rules and everything will feel amazing, yeah?”
He nodded, sucking in a breath, “Y-Yeah,” Peter tried to focus on his game, he really did, trying his best to get his character past the villainous NPCs. But as soon as Y/N began to stroke faster, he whimpered, his character being slain.
“Oh?” Y/N smirked, pausing her movements and making him whine more, “Already lost? That’s two spanks, darling,”
“Sorry, Mommy…” He mumbled in embarrassment, restarting the game, “I won't do it again- fuck,” She started stroking him again, the delicious feeling going straight to his pretty little head. Any sort of sexual intimacy would immediately make his brain short-circuit, causing him to be complete putty in her hands.
“I know you won’t do it again, Peter, because you’re a good boy, right?” Y/N’s lips curled into a little smile, leaning forward to press a kiss to his tip, continuing to stroke him. “You’re my good boy?”
“Mhm,” he nodded, bottom lip between his teeth as he attempted his game again, his avatar jumping through obstacles and avoiding approaching enemies, “I’m y-your good boy- ughhh,” she wrapped her pretty lips around his tip, teasingly sucking on it. He bit his bottom lip again, hard enough to draw blood.
Peter couldn’t help it, he took a glance down at Y/N, mouth going dry seeing her sucking on his tip, stroking him in a steady rhythm with her own eyes looking dead at his. His eyes widened seeing her take him deeper into her mouth, eyes not leaving his for even a second.
Game over.
He looked up at the screen of his game, realizing his character died again. Fuck.
Y/N pulled her mouth off of his dick with a pop, making him whimper, “Two more spanks, darling. That’s four now.”
This was going to suck. This was going to suck in the best way possible.
“Didn’t you say you were going to be a good boy?” Y/N asked, pouting exageratively, “I remember you saying you were going to be a good boy,”
“I am your good boy!” Peter huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
Y/N laughed, pressing a kiss to his thigh, “You’re so cute, baby. Now, c’mon, start the game again. You’ll never get to cum at this rate.”
Poor thing panics, starting the game up again. He began spamming the buttons desperately, wanting to clear those three levels so Y/N would allow him to cum. Overstimulation was hot as hell, but edging was terrible (which is why that was her usual punishment for him).
Her lips were on him again, sucking hard, and poor guy was seeing fucking stars trying to focus on this damn fucking game. He was a good gamer, these levels should be easy to clear, but when Mommy is sucking his cock how is he able to focus on such a thing? He would rather abandon the game and fuck her like a bitch in heat, which is certainly what he felt like at that moment.
It was torture. Spamming buttons desperately, not beating the level, the threat of edging and spanking in the air. He was going crazy.
“Thats ten spanks now, baby,” Y/N said after another failed level, “I thought you were good at games,”
“I-I am!” He exclaimed, “It's hard to fucking focus when you're sucking the soul out of me!” A pout formed on his pretty lips, brows furrowed as he attempted to play the level again.
“Watch your tone, Peter,” Y/N glared at him, making him feel emotional. Whenever he was in a vulnerable place like this, it's embarrassingly easy for him to burst into tears. Especially because during any form of intimacy he was baby or darling or something cute, never Peter. Why would she call him by his name? Was he being bad?
“Sorry, Mama,” he mumbled.
Y/N couldn't help but smile softly, being reminded once again how much she adored him. Her pretty boy. Her favorite loser. Being called her titles by him always made her weak at the knees. “I know, baby,” she was a soft domme at heart, she can't be mad at him. Ever. He was her baby and he deserved the whole world. “Let's try this again, okay?”
She waited for him to nod before taking him into her mouth again. His pretty tip was red and hot in her mouth, dribbling pre-cum on her tongue as she swirled the muscle along.
He finally beat the first level, moving on to the next excitedly. He was getting somewhere now! Soon he'll be allowed to cum and maybe Y/N will let him inside…
Yes, he really wanted to be inside her.
Y/N began taking him deeper into her mouth, and fuck he felt his tip nudge the back of her throat so perfectly he wanted to cum. So bad. But he won't because he's a good boy and he's not going to cum until he's allowed to.
That was the plan, at least.
But his name was Quicksilver for a reason and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. His left hand was gripping the joystick painfully hard, knuckles white as he moved it around in an attempt to get his character across the map to the next level.
He finally made it to the third level, sighing in relief. He was getting somewhere. Almost to the end. She was bobbing her head up and down, one hand gently rubbing his tender balls, bringing him closer and closer to release.
“AhI’msoclosethatfeelssogoodthankyouthankyouI’msoclose” he babbled out, speaking practically a mile a minute. A wide grin appeared on his face once he cleared the third level, “IdiditcanIcomenowpleasecanIcumnow-”
She pulled off of his dick again, making him groan in both desperation and annoyance, “You cleared the level? Good job, sweetie. I guess I can let you cum now…” They both stared at each other, Peter panting and his chest rising with each labored breath, Y/N batting her eyelashes at him meanly, continuing to tease him. He was ready to just start fucking her face and go wild, but he told himself he was going to behave.
So he’s going to behave.
Ugh, but why does she have to make it so hard?
“Can you keep going?” he finally asked.
“Should I, though?”
“You… You promised!” he gasped, eyes widening in panic.
“Hmmm, I don’t remember promising anything,” she replied, trailing her finger along his shaft like she always did when she wanted to fucking tease him. Up and down up and down up and down-
“Please?” Was she really going to make him beg? She knew he hated begging, which is probably why she enjoyed making him do that so much.
All she did was hum, continuing with that aggravating motion of her finger, fucking asshole.
“Please, Mommy?” he grumbled, hands balling into fists at his sides to keep him from going crazy. Think with your head and not your dick, Peter.
Y/N gave him another mean smirk, “That’s my boy…” she went straight back to sucking him off, and he was back to being a fucking mess.
She nodded, not stopping her sucking motion for even a second. However, his eyes were screwed shut so he didn’t even notice, continuing to beg to cum till she released his dick from her mouth and said, “You can cum, baby,” with a little laugh before going right back to work.
And within two seconds of being back inside her mouth, he was cumming hard, hands going to her hair for something to keep him grounded. When she pulled away from his cock once again, she swallowed without a second thought, rubbing his thigh soothingly, “You still there, baby?”
“Mhm,” Peter was a known chatterbox, everybody knew this. But every time after cumming, his desire to speak would vanish, the need to just be held and taken care of overpowering all else.
So Y/N stood up, taking his hand, “Let’s lay down, yeah?” She knew Peter could not last long, however, he could bounce back extremely fast. Just some cuddles will do, and he’ll be back to either a) yapping her ear off, or b) being hard as a rock. Or both. Who knows?
She laid down on his (unmade) bed, pulling him down beside her, “You need anything, baby?” He simply shrugged, arms going around her waist and resting his head on her shoulder, “Water?” He shook his head. “Snack?” Fast nod. Of course. “Alright,” she went to sit up, but he immediately tightened his grip on her. “Didn’t you want a snack?” she laughed.
He thought for a moment before hesitantly releasing her from his hold, allowing her to get up and go to his practical tower of Hostess treats, grabbing a box of Twinkies. His favorite. Sitting back down, she opened up the box, unwrapping a cakey treat while he leaned against her again.
“Here you go,” she said softly, letting Peter pluck the dessert from her hand and eat it. It was silent as he ate, her hand going to his hair to gently stroke the silver strands.
“Thank you,” he mumbled after he finished, looking up at her with a cute smile, “You always know just what I need,” he nuzzled his nose into her neck, inhaling her scent. “Love you,”
“Love you too, baby,” she kissed his head, sighing peacefully, “So… about that punishment…”
sorry it's been a minute I just haven't had much motivation lol
Peter Maximoff x gn!mutant!reader (no specified powers)
these movies sucked so bad but I can't help but love them unfortunately
content: smut, sub!Peter x dom!reader, edging, light sadism, improper use of super speed, human vibrator, premature(ish) ejaculation, tiny aftercare scene
citrus scale rating - Lemon
warnings: reader can be any sex or gender, reader receives pleasure, reader is the focus, Peter cries
enjoy! reqs are open!
Peter's lying in bed, arms behind his head as he reclines back against the plush pillows. He's been teasing you all day, looking to be punished, to be put in his place. He knows he's been obnoxious, but Peter simply can't help it.
When you enter the room looking rightfully pissed, he smirks and shivers with excitement. He's been waiting for this all day, the chance to have you all to himself without any interruption from the students or other teachers. Peter figured if he got you worked up enough, you'd have to use him and make him finish in the process.
"Hey, babe. You finally done for the day, or are you just here to tell me off? You look pissed. Beautiful, but pissed." Peter snickers, extending his arms towards you but not leaving the bed. He's too lazy for that. When you scowl at him in response, he huffs indignantly.
"Okay, I get it. I pissed you off. Now would you fuck me and punish me already? I'm sick of waiting." Peter whines, this time sitting up to make grabby-hands at you. He's clearly eager to be touched, eager to finally have your hands on him.
You've had about enough of his attitude. you'll give him what he wants, but you'll make damn sure that he doesn't misconstrue it for a reward. You ignore the way he whines and complains, instead reaching for your bedside drawer to grab one of the many toys that you and Peter had bought together. A cockring.
The second he sees it, Peter's face drops into a pout. He looks up at you with his big, beautiful brown puppy-dog eyes like he's immediately regretting the teasing from earlier. "Okay, okay, maybe I could have gotten your attention in a better way, that's on me. Just not the cockring, please—"
Of course, you cut him off and effectively shut him up with a kiss. It's rough, angry, and pent up. Everything Peter had wanted. He moans softly against your lips, letting his mouth fall open for you to dominate the kiss. It never takes much to put him in his place, but he sure knows how to get on your nerves when he wants to.
Peter whines when you pull away, but he doesn't dare complain about it, lest you decide to make him watch as you pleasure yourself with one of your many toys.
You position yourself over him, knees on either side of his lap as you undo his jeans and slide his boxers down his thighs. Peter's immediately reactive, moaning and groaning like you're already touching him. You pump him a few times to get his erection to full mast, using your spit as lube when you slowly begin to slide the cockring on.
Peter makes a noise, almost like the contact hurts with how hard he is. He's still got that stupid pout on his lips, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he wills you to finally sit on his cock and give him some relief. Instead, you grip his face with one hand, making him look up at you. You grin, "Use your speed, Peter. Since you want to act like a slut, I'm going to treat you like one."
Peter's eyes glaze over as he fully enters subspace, and he nods excitedly. God, yes. This is exactly what he's been waiting for. Part of him doesn't even care if he finishes anymore, he just wants to see the pleased look on your face when he finally brings you to completion.
You begin to slowly sink down onto his hard on, and Peter immediately throws his head back and moans. He's been needy since this morning when you had to cut the foreplay short and get ready for work. His hands grip your hips, trying to stop himself from pulling you all the way down. When you notice his struggle, you grab his wrists and pin them above his head.
That seems to help Peter, even if only slightly. He still writhes beneath you, but he seems to be getting used to the slow pace and warm, inviting heat of you. He mutters soft obscenities, letting his eyes fall shut tightly.
Once you've fully sank down, you allow Peter a few moments of reprieve to get ahold of himself. Once his heart has steadied and his breathing has regulated, you lean down to whisper in his ear, "Go ahead, honey. You can start now."
And with your permission, Peter begins to vibrate. his entire body, but best of all, his cock. He opens his eyes to watch how you react, how your face contorts at the sudden pleasure, how your body begins to shake as Peter's powers tear moans from deep in your chest. He's almost proud of himself. Almost.
Of course, Peter's still painfully hard himself, and watching you come undone almost instantly after he begins using his power hadn't exactly helped with that. He wills himself to focus on you, to focus on your pleasure.
After your third orgasm, you gently tap Peter's chest, and he stops. As you stop to breathe, you realize you can hear him beneath you, whimpering and whining softly. You slowly open your eyes, only to be met with tears trailing down your boyfriend's cheeks. Peter's pretty when he cries, his entire pale face blushed a bright red and his beautiful eyes all flooded with tears. Still, you know he's been pushed too far.
You lean down, pressing a kiss to Peter's forehead as you push his hair back, gently wiping the sweat that's accumulated on his brow. He whines softly, unable to properly express what he wants after being simultaneously edged and overstimulated to please you. You slowly begin to slide off him, the muscles in your legs shaking from the exertion.
Peter whines, making grabby-hands at you once again, trying to get you to stay close to him. You coo softly, not wanting him to think you're leaving, "Shhh, it's alright. I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to take off the toy now, and then I'm gonna finish you off. Sound good?"
He takes a second to process the words, and you swear you can see the cogs turning in his overstimulated, pleasure-addled brain. Then, after a few moments, Peter nods and allows you to peel yourself off of his body.
He stares up at you with a dazed smile, his eyes still teary but content. He's finally going to get what he wants, even if he had to make it through the punishment first. You remove the cockring, setting it on the nightstand to be cleaned after you're finished here. Then, because you're still recovering from your own orgasms, you begin to use your hand to pump him.
Peter moans, his eyes rolling back and his eyelashes fluttering as he finally gets the pleasure he's been waiting for. Unfortunately, he doesn't last long at all. Almost instantaneously, Peter blows his load, the white sticky substance shooting all over his chest and stomach.
He looks up at you with wide eyes, his body still convulsing slightly from the release. After a few seconds, he giggles. "Sorry. I guess I was really holding back for you, huh?"
You smile and press another kiss to his forehead, leaving the bed to grab a washcloth to wipe him off with. Peter groans slightly as you use the cloth on his sensitive parts, but seems grateful overall.
When you begin to walk away again to continue aftercare, Peter reaches out and grabs your wrist to stop you. "Hey. Thanks for putting up with me, even if I'm a brat sometimes. I love you."
And with that, he allows you to walk away and continue your post-intimacy routine.
A/N:
I've never written something this long or detailed, especially smut. so ... tell me what you guys think and if you want more like this! also, I'm writing for all Evan Peters characters now if you have any requests! thank you for reading <3
A/N: i am detrimentally ill rn so expect spam while im ill !! tysm anon for requesting this mwah ily, everyone feel free to hit up my inbox
SFW !!
➳ If he sees things he thinks you'll like, he definitely buys steals them for you
➳ I think hes the type of person that dapples in all the love languages, however i can see him being big on words of affirmation
➳ Like, is the type to tell you how much he loves you/how pretty you look/how much he appreciates you ALL THE TIME. probably accidentally just slips it out sometimes, just says it as soon as he thinks it
➳ Definitely down to do anything you want to do, just say the word and he'll speed you wherever whenever
➳ Type to give you loads of little kisses all over your face while you're both giggling over it
➳ Dates with Peter can vary between big movie marathons/game nights with an abundance of snacks that he eats most of, to him speeding you over to places you'd brought up that you'd wanted to go to
➳ Imagine breaking into an indoor playground/softplay with him after hours (COULD write a fic ab that lmk if u guys want that)
NSFW !!
➳ DEFINITELY uses his powers, human vibrator guys HUMAN VIBRATOR
➳ That being said, DONT use a vibrator if ur horny, just give Peter a call, he'll be right there
➳ DEFINITELY a switch, subby Peter is so dreamy and its canon u cant tell me its not, but if u wanna sub he's down for that too
➳ If he's sub, HES SO WHINY, this man is loud he will not hesitate to tell you how good you make him feel
➳ DANGEROUSLY GOOD WITH HIS TONGUE.
➳ If you're needy for him, he'll eat you out and finger you, and he wont stop unless you ask him to, he definitely gets insanely pussy drunk
➳ aftercare king, ESPECIALLY if you've safeworded him this man will be making sure you're the most comfortable you've ever felt in your life
