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jellyluvr · 11 months

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Tastes delicious

- Peter maximoff x fem!reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

So I'm making peter sub in this one cuz y not. Plus he's definitely not the type to become some daddy so we're going for a sub Peter. No mommy stuff, but there's like typical nicknames. Kinda slow burn

Warnings: sub peter, Dom reader, oral sex, kissing, and actually a little mommy action

Summary: peter is watching a movie with you and there's a scene that gives him a boner.

Word count: 1.6k

(Got gif off pinterest)

Peter was sitting on the couch in the mansion, the lights turned low. It looked pretty gloomy, but your invisibility helped you hide. Peter was watching a 'spicy' movie, which caught your eye. Peter seemed to be enjoying all the kissing and grinding, the bright flashing lights also showing the sexual scenes.

You creeped behind the couch, it sitting in the middle of the lounge, the tv on the wall, a fireplace under it, obviously not lit.

You wanted to stay in there as a secret. You wanted to see what was going to happen, and while peter chomped on his popcorn loudly, the tv also got loud.

But, in a millisecond, peter appeared with a popsicle while he sucked on it. It was about to make you giggle, the way he decided to eat his popsicle.

But now, the scenes were getting a little too much, and it was obvious that peter liked it, a slight, but obvious bulge appearing in his overly tight pants.

You, still hidden in the shadows, finally decided to lean on the couch, it making a squeak noise from it being leather. Peter turned his head immediately, seeing the indent in the couch, no person.

He immediately knew it was you, you were the only one that had invisibility. His face turned a pink color while he looked at you, the movie still playing.

"Hey y/n..." he smiled sheepishly while you showed yourself finally.

"Hi Peter." You smiled back before finding a place on the couch next to him. It was clearly too close for comfort, but peter didn't say anything. Bless his innocent soul.

You were aware of his boner. His very obvious boner. But, it became even more noticeable when you sat down next to him. He didn't do much, he just sat there and continued to watch the movie, you watching his pants instead.

You were wearing a skimpy skirt, 'small as a belt' and a camisole with white lace. You liked wearing white, it brought out the whole invisibility thing. Plus it gave you the nickname ghost. Or ghosty.

But, unfortunately for peter, your skirt was too much for him. For his little goofy brain to comprehend. Yeah, he watched porny movies, but he never tried to do things with girls. It wasn't like he had a chance anyway.

The silence was thick. The only thing in the room making noise was the tv, oddly lewd noises coming from it.

But, the silence broke with you.

"Can you pass me the popcorn please?" You fluttered your eyes at him. Why did you sound so.. seductive..? It was all peter could think about. He didn't even register what you had asked.

"Or don't.. that's okay too." You chuckled lightly before moving your hand over his lap, purposely touching his sensitive boner. He let out a whimper in response. And a cute plea.

"H-hey!..." he said, looking down at your hand. You just giggled slightly.. "what?" You knew exactly what, but it was better to act clueless.

Peter was clearly flustered by this, his face red and his boner almost twitching. The tight restraints of his pants held that back, only making his boner more painful.

Grabbing the popcorn, you placed it on your lap before eating some, making sure to keep peter in view the whole time. You took peice by peice, placing it in your mouth slowly.

"What are you watching anyway? This movie sucks." You reached over to take the remote, not touching his boner this time. He was obviously flustered, he needed touch. His hips even jolted up when you reached your hand over again.

"It's uhm.. nothing. Just change it.. it's fine.." he said, his voice soft and quiet. That was unusual for him. Most of the time he'd be beaming with pride. Now his pride was the equivalent to a squashed berry. Or bug.

"Nothing? Really?" You teased, poking him jokingly. He didn't react, he was still hot, his body acting like a furnace.

"Mhm. Maybe we just shouldn't watch a movie.." he said, still acting like he had been traumatized or something.

"So what do you suggest?" You placed the remote down, also moving the popcorn over.

"No.. I know just the thing actually." You smiled, peter now even more afraid.

And it all made sense when you moved over right onto his lap. He let out a soft gasp, your clothed cunt rubbing right on his boner.

"What..?" He asked his hands staying on the couch, gripping into them slightly.

"What?" You teased again before grabbing one of peters large hands and placing it right on your chest.

"This is okay, right?" You asked. Even though this had all been really sudden, you still asked for his consent even though you knew it'd be yes.

He only nodded, his eyes staring at your chest. You giggled a bit, putting your hands on his shoulders before kissing him lightly.

It had started out sweet and slow, but over the time peter got comfortable and let his tongue enter your mouth. The two of you pulled from the breathy kiss, you smiling and peter just panting, his face a cherry red.

Your hands traveled down his chest before stopping right at the button of his jeans. Before you could even say anything, he said it first.

"Y-yes.." he pushed out, his hands moving down to your waist and rubbing slightly there.

Your smile stayed while you unbuttoned his restraints, his baggy boxers popping out. You pulled his pants down to his knees before placing your fingertips over the little wet spot, stained with precum on his boxers.

"Such a pretty boy.." you rubbed his tip through the fabric while he squirmed a bit, his grip on your waist tightening.

He hummed while you teased him, his hips rolling into your thumb and finger.

"Patience hun.." you purred, letting your fingers travel along his length. He jolted his hips up again, whimpering as you touched him.

"Please..." he cried and you finally moved your hand up to the waistband of his boxers.

"Please what? Use your words, baby." You looked up at him, your finger playing with the waistband. Peters fingers rubbed into your waist while he looked down, huffing a breath.

"Please, momma.." he was desperate for touch clearly. And you had to be good to him, he deserved a little reward, after all.

"Good boy." You praised, letting your fingers go down to touch his rough silver bush, then to his piping hot shaft.

You moved the boxers down more, letting his cock spring free, it letting some pre cum drip out. His tip was a rosey pink, his veins active.

He let out little moans when you touched him, them being perfect in every way. The sounds he let out when you rubbed your thumb over his tip made you feel a little spark in your stomach.

"Mmm.." he moaned, his hips rolling a bit to feel more of your touch. You didn't mind, you just wanted him to feel good.

Your hand slipped down his length, feeling every vein and pulse in him, hearing ever moan and whimper.

All of it got you worked up too, but peter was more worked up.

You moved your hand up and down at a steady pace, his pre cum acting as a sweet lubricant.

But, your hand went quicker with no warning. Peter bit his lip but noises still seeped out.

And peter became a mess. Like melting butter in your hands.

His hips jolted up again, but went down as you pulled your hand off. He was about to say something before you stuck your mouth on his tip, your tongue swirling around skillfully.

His breath hitched and whatever he was about to say became letters on a fridge. All scrambled and incoherent.

He couldn't help but let a moan slip when you tucked your tongue under his shaft and began bobbing your head. His tip hit the back of your throat, you gagging a little.

Drool seeped down his shaft, it making him squirm a bit more.

"OooOoh!~" he moaned, his hands grabbing onto your hair tight. His short fingernails dug into your scalp as you sucked, pulling off and slurping a bit before returning to your previous position.

It drove peter crazy. The way you moved your tongue, the way you felt on his cock.. he loved it. It was like a drug he couldn't get enough of.

He moved his hips into your mouth, making you gag some more.

"Fuck- I'm gonna cum.. I'm gonna cum.." he said breathlessly, his eyes shut while he took a few deep breaths.

You pulled up, your mouth secure on his tip while you looked up at him. Your tongue continued to assault his slit while your hands went to his shaft, moving with no mercy.

He let out a loud moan, squirming a bit. You sucked harder, your cheeks hallowed while he became a moaning mess infront of you.

"F-fuck!!~" he said, just under a shout. Then, warm thick cum filled your mouth, it landing right on your tongue.

You pulled off, swallowing what he left in your mouth before standing up and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

His chest rose frantically while his mouth stayed slightly open, his dick finally softening up a bit.

"Tastes delicious." You smiled at him while he just tried to calm down. His face was still hot, and you were still extremely horny.

"W-wait..." he said, his head turning to you, his eyes half lidded.

"Hm?" You hummed, that cheeky smile still on your face.

"Can I return the favor..?"

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Sorry if it's kinda choppy. I tried tho! 🤧

And should I make a taglist? 😭

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wh0re43van · 5 months

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Baby Fever pt2 (Evan Peters X Reader)

Summary: After returning your niece to her home, you and Evan go back to your own house to start you own family ;)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex

Pt1 Pt3

A/n: I was going to throw a daddy kink in here, but I’m not too sure if that would be a turn off for people?? Let me know what you guys think! As always thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy!

Ellie ended up staying with us for close to a week, but fortunately, her grandmother is doing much better. Andrew has come home to take care of Ellie while his wife stays to take care of her mother.

We pull into Andrews driveway, returning his daughter and all of the presents that Evan insisted we buy her; I figured out why Ellie likes her uncle so much now. He bought her every single one of the Monster High dolls because he loves how her eyes light up every time she gets one.

“Thank you guys so much,” Andrew yawns as he pries a whining Ellie out of Evans arms.

“No! No! I wanna stay with them!” She screams and kicks her feet, her new sparkly paw patrol sneakers- courtesy of Evan of course- glinting in the morning sunlight peaking through the porch.

“Now that’s enough Ellie. I know your uncle has spoiled you, but it’s time to come home and unpack now. You’ll see them again soon,” Andrew explains with little patience. He looks exhausted.

“Not fair!” Ellie cries crocodile tears as Andrew opens the front door, ushering her inside.

“Let us know if you need anything else, man,” Evan smiles, pulling his brother into a hug.

•

After parking his car in the garage, Evan walks around the vehicle to open the door for me.

“Well, that was an exhausting week,” I smile as I step out onto the concrete. “I can’t wait to go to sleep,” I yawn as Evan opens the door to our house. I love Ellie dearly, but Evan has got to learn to not wind her up or give her soda before bedtime.

“We have one last thing to do before you have your nap, my love,” Evan chuckles before picking me up bridal style, carrying me off to our bedroom. He lays me on our unmade bed onto my back, crawling on top of me, placing a tender kiss on my lips.

“Ev,” I giggle. “Don’t you want me to shower first? It’s been like two days,” I say slightly embarrassed, knowing exactly where this is heading.

“Now what’s the point of that?” My husband asks in between each kiss he peppers down my neck and across my collarbone. “You’re just going to have to shower again once I’m done with you,” he raises his head to look into my eyes, making me blush a bit. I just giggle and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his lips back to mine. We’ve been together for years, yet I still get butterflies every time he kisses me. His rough hands still leave goosebumps on my bare skin.

“Lets get this off of you,” he says softly, tugging on my oversized sweater. I lift my hands so he can pull it over my head, I lay back down as he scans my bare torso up and down. His eyes still glinting with adoration the same way they did the very first time we were intimate so long ago. His large hands softly slide over my hips and up towards my breasts.

“You’re such a work of art,” he says lowly, still simply admiring my body. “Y/n, you’ve truly made me the luckiest man alive,” he places a kiss on my nose, then pulls his black t-shirt over his head. I quickly pull his lips back to mine, desperate to taste him again.

“I love you so much Evan,” I swoon against his lips, entangling my fingers into the curls on the back of his head. Evans hands find their way to my breasts, as he works his lips passionately on mine. I trail my hands down his back to pull him closer to me, needing to feel his skin on mine. With our chests pressed flush together, I raise my feet up to the waistband of his sweats, pushing them down his legs. This earns a chuckle from Evan as he pulls away to further remove the pants and his boxers.

“That was kind of impressive,” he grins as he scoots further down the bed.

“Thank you,” I giggle while he pulls my leggings and underwear off. Evan settles between my legs, placing them on his shoulders before grabbing my hips to pull me closer to him. He uses a finger to spread my slick up to my clit, taking a moment to cherish the sight of my dripping core. “So pretty,” he says to himself before licking a strip from my entrance to my bundle of nerves, where he stops to kitten lick.

“You always make me feel so good baby,” I hum as I melt into his touch. His expert tongue works at my clit as he pushes two fingers into me, curling into the perfect spot, making me moan out his name. I feel him smile against me as he picks up speed. His fingers pumping into me at just the right pace, curling into my g-spot every time as he sucks and laps at my clit quickly creates a knot in my stomach. The room is filled with the sound of him pumping in and out of me and my loud moans as my legs begin to shake on either side of his head.

“Do you wanna cum for me, baby?” Evan smirks

“Yes,” I moan. “Please-fuck,” I squeal as my walls throb around his fingers. With Evans tongue hard at work and a steady pace I feel myself unravel. The unholiest of sounds leave my trembling lips as I release into his hand over his face. The orgasm courses through me, leaving my skin tingling. Evan crawls up to press a very wet kiss on my lips. He never wipes my release off his face, wearing it with pride as it drips down and beads in his beard.

“You taste so good baby,” he pants through the rough kiss as he wedges himself between my legs again. “I can never get enough of you,” he groans against my lips. He instinctively reaches to our nightstand to retrieve a condom.

“Have you changed your mind?” I giggle. He raises an eye brow then quickly realizes the reason for tonight’s event.

“How could I forget,” he chuckles lining himself up with my entrance, using his thumb to rub my clit. “I get to cum in this perfect pussy,” he groans against my lips making my stomach do a flip. He pulls his head back, gentle grabbing my face to look at him. His eyes pierce mine as I feel him slide in slowly, more gentle than usual, but so much more erotic. A low groan leaves Evans throat

“Fuck you feel so good,” he breaths, still staring directly into my eyes, his nose almost brushing against mine. his hand moves from my jaw to my hips so he can hold me in place while he bottoms out inside of me, making me arch my back and curl my toes.

“Oh my god Ev,” I moan, loving how deep he fills me. Evan sits up straight so he can properly thrust into me, pulling my hips flush to his every time he pushes into me, making sure to bury every inch of himself into me.

He begins to pick up speed, getting more desperate every time he rocks his hips into mine. He brings a thumb up to my mouth, pulling his lip between his teeth as I take it into my mouth, swirling my tongue a couple times.

“Atta girl,” he smirks, his eyes glancing back and for the between my own and my mouth. He removes his thumb, using it to draw circles on my clit. The extra stimulation is exactly what I needed paired with the sight of my god of a husband pounding impossibly deep into me, his curls bouncing in sync with his thrusts, his head thrown back in pleasure as he hits the deepest parts of my body. The way his veins pop in his hands and arms as he grips onto my hips for dear life, and his moans. Fuck, his moans. The sounds this man makes as he’s buried inside of me could bring me to an orgasm all on their own.

“Fuck,” I squeal, my voice trembling. Evan moves his head to look down at me, smiling at the sight below him. “Goddamn you fuck me so good,” I praise as I feel myself nearing my second orgasm. “I want you to cum in me Ev,” I demand. “I want to feel your cum inside me while I cum around your cock, please baby,” I whine as I begin to pulse around his throbbing dick. Evan groans out a ’fuck’, reaching up to grab my face again.

“Look at me baby,” he growls, “look at me while I fill you up,” he brings his face so close to mine that his hair brushes my forehead as he rams himself as far into me as he possibly can. “Fuck!” I scream- much louder than intended- the curse punctuated with each thrust. Evan groans lowly as he shoots hot white cum against my cervix as I release around him, our intimate eye contact broken as mine roll back into my head while he mercilessly fucks his seed deeper into me. Evans thrusts slow and he releases his death grip from my face. I lay panting below him, a sweaty mess as every inch of my body trembles. I feel almost as If I’m floating.

Evan kisses my forehead then pulls himself out of me, scooching down to examine the mess he’s made inside of me.

“Fuck,” he groans at the sight his cum dripping out of my swollen pussy. He looks up me between my legs. “This is a really good look for you,” he smiles. I don’t even want to move my mouth to speak, still riding on cloud nine. “Lets get you cleaned up sweetie,” he chuckles. Picking me up bridal style, carrying me to the bathroom.

He sets me gently onto my shaky feet so he can draw me a bath.

“I love you,” I say, meaning every syllable of the sentence. He turns, flashing his dimples before picking up my hands to place a gentle kiss on each.

“And I, you,” he brushes my hair behind my ear.

As I sink into the much-needed bath, Evan asks,

“So, when can we take a pregnancy test?” making me giggle.

“We have to wait a couple weeks, Ev,” I smile.

“Oh,” he looks a bit disappointed, then after a beat he smirks. “I guess that means we’ll have to do that a couple more times until we can test,”

“I think that’s exactly what it means,” I laugh.

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slutforgarlogan · 1 month

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Peter Maximoff as your bf | hc's

SFW + NSFW!!

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

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layla4567 · 11 months

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Imagine: A relaxing shower after training

Peter Maximoff x Female reader

Summary: You were practicing hand-to-hand fighting with Quicksilver, even though they both have superpowers, Professor Xavier insisted that we practice other forms of fighting just in case.

Warning: Smut, naked bodies, p in v, fingering

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I don't know why the professor insisted on this, it's ridiculous-you thought-you could incinerate your opponent in a matter of seconds and it's almost impossible (if not impossible) for them to catch Peter with their super speed. Anyway, here we were.

You were wearing a black crop top and gray sports cloth pants and you had your hair tied up for comfort. You went to the training room, there were several tarps on the floor and Peter was waiting for you sitting on one of them

Peter saw you appear in your workout clothes and thought it made your figure stand out but he just scoffed and said

"You finally show up, I've been waiting for you for hours"-he stood up

Speedy (as you liked to call him) was wearing an army green short-sleeved T-shirt and baggy black training pants.

"Oh sorry-you said ironically- it's not my fault SOMEONE is running at the speed of light."

"You are forgiven precious, luckily I am compassionate with those who go to the rhythm of a snail"-he finished with a smirk

sparks began to emanate from your fingers as if you had all the fireworks in the palm of your hands while your gaze hardened

Peter's face turned pale, he was scared when you did that. That's why he knew he didn't have to make you angry

"Uhmm w-well how about we start training before you burn down the place?"

First both stretched a bit so as not to hurt their muscles and then the training began. You practiced with your fists dodging each other, Peter was tempted to use his super speed but held back because the rule was no super powers. You was throwing kicks and Peter barely dodged them.

Suddenly you took his right arm and with a stunt you wrapped your legs around his arm and threw him to the ground, with a hold you raised your hips slightly up so that Peter can't escape the hold.

He didn't expect that, so when he was lying on the floor, scared, he exclaimed

"Time out! I give up!!"

You loosened your legs on his arm and he stood up quickly, holding out his hand so you could get up.

"Since when did you learn to do that?"-Peter said still surprised but still smiling.

There are things you don't know about my Pet..-you said mysterious

"Meow the kitten knows how to defend herself"

"Shut up"

You rolled your eyes and went to your room to take a shower, you were tired and sweaty

You entered your room and prepared the clothes that you were going to use later. You put on your bed a jean and a red shirt. You grabbed a robe and began to undress, dropping your crop top and pants on the floor.

After that you went to the bathroom and opened the tap letting the water run. You made sure that the water is warm enough not to freeze you but not so hot it burns you. You put a hand under the rain while you felt the warm drops slip through your fingers. You waved your hand as soon as the water began to heat up, removed your robe and stepped into the shower.

Peter was running through the halls when he heard the sound of water running from the shower in your room. He was too tired to go to his room on the other side of the mansion and that's when a naughty idea crossed his mind, but he didn't want to be intrusive or bother you, but damn he liked you so much. He decided to sneak into your room thinking if what he was about to do was right or not.

Your door never had a key, at least not during the day, which is why Peter was able to get in easily. The boy saw your clothes lying on the floor and approached your bathroom door.

He knocked three times on the door

"Y/n! Are you there?"-But of course she's there, idiot, where would she be?

You were enjoying the water falling on your face when you felt the blows and the voice of Peter, you shuddered. What was Peter doing here? What did he want now?

"Uh yes Peter I'm here and In case you didn't notice, I'm taking a shower"

"Ye-yeah I know and that's the point I-Uhmm"-He was too nervous to speak

You started to get impatient and feel somewhat uncomfortable when you heard those words..

"Can I shower with you?"

A wave of modesty washed over you, you suddenly felt vulnerable. Showering with Peter? It was something you wouldn't have imagined. Clearly you liked the boy but this was something intimate. But a feeling of adrenaline began to rise through your belly and you didn't know why

Peter had his eyes tightly closed, regretting having exclaimed those words. He was starting to walk away when he heard you say

"Ok, you can come in"

Speedy couldn't believe it, shyly opened the door. He took off his clothes and piled them on the toilet seat. He slightly opened the shower curtain and entered with you closing his eyes

You were waiting for him face to face, the first thing you saw was Peter with his eyes closed so you laughed but then your eyes began to slowly go down to his torso. He had well worked pectorals, his white skin seemed soft and he was tempting you. You kept looking down until you reached her stomach, it looked like a Greek sculpture, and her small waist made you want to hug him and feel his skin in your hands.

You kept looking at his stomach until a thought quickly crossed your mind: Don't keep going down, don't keep going down! And you looked up and to the right blushing and covering your body with your arms

Can I open my eyes now? -When he heard you tell him "yes", he slowly opened one first and then the other and blushed

He looked away out of respect but he couldn't resist and he saw your body again, it was even more beautiful than he thought. You still looked down in embarrassment while covering your private parts. But thighs were still showing, and that's where Peter's eyes went. You had one leg in front of the other, resting your whole body on one of them, which made you look delicious. Peter looked at your hips, you weren't a supermodel but for him it was as if the gods themselves had sculpted you. Your rounded hips gave shape to your waist and accentuated it. Peter's pupils dilated.

Now Peter's eyes were on your shoulders, they ran through your body as if it were a manuscript and ended up on your collarbones to then look at your wet neck. He wanted so much to kiss it and feel the taste of your skin

Peter noticed that you were uncomfortable so he told you not to worry about what it was going to be like if he wasn't there. So he grabbed a sponge, a soap and began to rub his body without looking at you

Slowly you stopped covering your body with your arms and you thanked him with your eyes and turned your back to face the hot rain, it felt so good. You closed your eyes letting the water fall on your body and slide on your skin. The drops seemed to play a race along your legs. They started at your belly and slid down your hips. Meanwhile, Peter was concentrating on not looking at your butt as he rubbed his neck and back with the sponge.

The boy sneakily approached you a little closer to moisten the sponge. Since Peter was taller than you, you felt his warm breath near your ear, he was closer than he should have been. Suddenly and delicately you felt fine fingers pass through the sides of your hip. They slid from top to bottom following the drops of water as if he wanted to clean them. You felt a chill even though the water was hot

His touches were soft, he passed a hand around your waist caressing it slowly, his movements were delicate as if he were molding a sculpture.

"Peter.."-You said almost in a whisper to turn your head and look at him

He looked at you smiling mischievously. You decided to stick closer to his body as you tipped your head back and placed it on his shoulder near his neck to give him more space. Now that you was completely close to him, Peter dropped the sponge and placed both his hands on the sides of your waist. Another shiver ran through your body at the feel of his grip. Peter's hands, manly, went down from your waist to your hips and near the lower area of your belly, reaching your buttocks where he left a small pinch. You moaned but not in pain.

Peter's hands embraced you, they ran through your body as if he wanted to leave paint marks on it, you closed your eyes while your breathing quickened and your toes curled. His left hand went up to your breasts while the other went down to your privacy. First he caressed you on the outside while you didn't know where to hold on to keep from falling to your knees so you placed one hand behind his neck and your other hand grabbing Peter's wrist that was below.

When Peter inserted a finger into your intimate area, you let out a small moan while throwing your head back even more. You felt your lips throb and he liked that. He began to stimulate you by making circles with his finger on your clitoris, the rhythm varied, first they were slow and then fast.

"Oh my god Peter please..!"-you gasped pleadingly then bit your lips

You felt that you were about to cum and you didn't know if you could keep holding yourself back for longer

But Peter didn't give you rest, with your head thrown back he began to place wild, hungry kisses on your neck. The hand that was in your privacy came up and grabbed your jaw. Peter kissed every inch of your neck and jaw as if he were going to devour you, you did nothing but moan with pleasure and purr like a cat. Peter went down to your collarbones and left wet kisses

Tired of being the one receiving and not being able to touch his body, you turned around abruptly and your lips found him. You grabbed his face feeling needy and kissed him voraciously. His tongue explored yours while his hands cupped your ass. They both moan without taking off their mouths.

Peter grabbed your legs and you wrapped them around his hips as he pinned you against the damp shower wall. The sprinter reaffirmed his grip by placing his hands on your thighs and encircling them.

"Are you ready?"-he asked with his pulse racing

You nodded hastily and impatiently, there was no need to ask anything, you just wanted to have it inside of you now. You wrapped your arms around his neck and when you felt his hips loosen inside you, a surge of pleasant electricity ran through your body from head to toe and you opened your mouth in a silent moan. His thrusts were delicate at first but they increased in speed as Peter noticed that the first sensation of pain had disappeared and there was no risk of hurting you. Your body was hitting the wall at a considerable rate but you was enjoying it. Their bodies were drenched in sweat, and not just from the hot water. Your wet hair fell over your shoulders and chest while Peter's fell over his forehead almost covering his eyes. He rose and rose like the temperature, the mirror was fogged up while some of the water fell on Peter's back and torso

God looked so good with his broad back and the raindrops running down his shoulders, it made you feel more feverish. He looked like a maddened bull, his muscles tensed and concentrating on keeping up.

Suddenly Peter threw his head back with his eyes closed and panting he said

"I think I'm about to cum baby"

and said and done with a hoarse growl from Peter you felt the walls of your interior fill with something warm

But he wanted to continue a little more until you did the same so approaching your ear he whispered

"Come on, now cum for me please"-He begged for it like a wounded or helpless animal

Goddamn Maximoff

You closed your eyes and grabbed his hair tightly while our bodies moved frantically up and down like in a fast dance and when you couldn't take it anymore you felt your fluids shoot up.

Maximoff put you back on the ground gently, their bodies felt exhausted and your legs trembled slightly. You turned off the faucet while you two caught your breath and got out of the shower. Peter came out first and wrapped a towel around his hip and held out his hand to help you out as he put on the robe you had come in with.

You finished drying yourself in your room and getting dressed, You expected Peter to do the same but he hadn't brought his clothes. When you pointed it out to him, he ran out of your room even with his robe around his waist. When he ran through the corridors he left small puddles of water. You laughed imagining the poor fool slipping and falling (if Peter hadn't already).

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Professor X was walking through the corridors with his wheelchair when he saw a puddle of water in front of him

"How strange, where does this water come from?"

He saw that Hank was coming up behind him and asked him

"Do you happen to know why there are puddles of water all over the hallway?"

"No idea, maybe the janitor forgot to dry the floor"-Hank said casually.

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I leave this and slowly walk away...

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babygorewhore · 8 months

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Tainted Love.

Peter Maximoff Imagine.

You’re the new guidance counselor at Charles Xavier’s school for mutants. A certain silver wearing student has been checking you out on more than one occasion. But you couldn’t possibly entertain the idea. It’s forbidden after all. But…can you resist him?

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You caught him checking you out. Twice.

You were the guidance counselor of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. A new one, granted but you prided yourself on the hard work it took to reach this position. A few years shy of thirty, the students here didn’t feel intimidated by your presence. They could speak to you easily, knowing they wouldn’t be met with judgment.

Your mutation was kept under wraps, Charles Xavier often gave you guidance after hours when everyone was in bed or outside. Telekinesis, it was called. No one usually suspected it, you didn’t dress like you were apart of the school staff.

Your hair was multicolored, large considering it was 1981 with perms becoming a rapid fashion trend, flashy leggings, white sneakers and a pink vest over your white sweater. Your mother often rolled her eyes at your modern dress but thankfully you had moved out years ago.

One of your duties as the counselor was to observe classes, take in behavior patterns and note them. Often these students came from broken homes, abusive parents or homelessness. Charles asked you to carefully examine any warnings signs, prevention was crucial to avoid problematic situations.

That’s when you saw him for the first time.

He stood in the middle, not enough to be the center of attention but close enough to be noticed. He wore all gray, everything from his jacket to his shoes. Even his hair was medium length, silver coated. He was handsome, tall with a lean, muscular form.

His deep brown eyes flickered up to you but to your surprise they didn’t falter away when he realized you were staff. Instead, they trailed down your form, absorbing every detail of your body and clothing. It was enough to make you squirm. You justified it in yourself, maybe he didn’t realize your age.

Until the second time. Which happened to be today.

Making rounds was a regular part of your job, you discreetly carried a notebook with you to jot down anything significant when you passed the entrance of the training room. Mystique was in charge of this considering her combat experience. She spared you a polite nod as she directed the students, Cyclops, Jean Gray and him.

He was about to take a step forward when he saw you. You swallowed and gave them a wave. His eyes were impossibly growing darker and his mouth. They curved into a small smirk. You couldn’t tear yourself away from staring back.

“Peter, pay attention!” Mystique commanded him.

That was his name. Peter.

You now sat in your office with your pencil in between your teeth. You couldn’t even consider-well was there anything wrong in admitting he was attractive? No, of course not. He was an adult. But he was younger than you. He couldn’t be as experienced.

The romance department was boring if you were honest. You had hookups. Drunken lust filled nights but nothing that stayed in your heart.

A knock sounded at the door and you snapped your attention up. Charles was on the other side. You flicked your fingers, opening the entrance with your mind and he wheeled himself in. Smiling at him, he moved in front of your desk. “Afternoon, Y/N. Are you free at the moment?”

Nodding, “Yes, Charles. I’m available.”

“Excellent. There’s a student who’s requested to speak to you. But he’s not really one to be confined in an office.”

“Oh? He wants to speak on the grounds? I can put on my jacket. Who is he?” You absentmindedly set the pencil down, reached on your chair and slid the leather apparel on.

“Peter. Peter Maximoff.”

It took everything in you to not gape. You clenched your teeth for a few seconds. “Is he, is he the one who wears all silver?”

Charles nodded to your horror. “Yes. He was quite adamant in talking to you. Said he had…and I’m quoting him here. ‘Daddy issues’ he wanted to work through with you.”

Your hands flexed and released to relieve tension as you walked beside Charles, exiting your office. Remaining silent, you scanned over bodies, looking for any familiar appearances. But none were inside. Crossing through the hallway, you opened one of the many doors with your mind and stepped outside. The sun poured over the expensive and well kept grounds. It was a breathtaking sight, observing the different shapes, ages and mutations working together. But your mind was preoccupied with looking out for Peter.

“Where is he-“ You begin to ask Charles when a whiplash, (get the reference?) of air fanned your face and hair. You clutched your jacket as your eyes registered the man in front of you. Wearing all silver.

Shit.

It was Peter.

His hair was mused lightly from his speed but everything else about him appeared collected. Your mouth went dry as he gave you the same look. The one where he’s sizing you up and devouring you in one steady gaze. Charles smiled, “Ah, yes. You’ll have to get used to that. Peter has the knack for the surprise. This is Y/N. Our guidance counselor. The one you wanted to speak too.”

You extended a shaky hand and Peter accepted it. His grip was firm yet gentle as he shook your conjoined palms. “Peter. Peter Maximoff. But I think the kids are calling me Quick Silver? Something fancy like that.”

You smiled as you maintained eye contact. His chocolate irises were enchanting. Fuck. Focus. You had to stay professional.

“Well, I’ll leave you both to it.” Charles wheeled himself away, leaving you both alone.

“So, Charles told me that you had…Daddy Issues you wanted to talk about?” You turned to walk adjacent to the courtyard and kept your arms against your body.

Peter chuckled. “My father, doesn’t know he’s my father. And he’s…kind of a bad guy. Sort of. He changes sides all the time. I want to tell him. But I’m not sure how he’ll react.” You nodded as he trailed beside you. His hand kept brushing your jacket.

“Mmm. I see. How has his absence, I assume?” He confirmed with a nod your suspicion. “Affected you? Do you have any siblings?”

“Yeah. I’ve got a mom. And a little sister. My mom doesn’t talk about him. My sister doesn’t know him. I don’t know. I just wish I knew how he would react to me. That I’m his family.” This made you feel a small amount of ease. This was your speciality.

“Do you take care of your mom and sister? Do they rely on you?”

Peter seemed to mule over the question as you circled the basketball court. He was purposely walking slower to match your pace. “Yeah. Oh yeah. I feel guilty for even being here right now.”

“So, would it be fair to say that maybe another reason you want to tell him he’s your father, is because some of the burden would be off of you? I know you love your family, but some of the responsibility wasn’t supposed to be yours. I can imagine there’s a lot of pressure on your shoulders.”

Peter stopped and you paused. He turned to face you head on. He was taller than you, enough that you had to tilt your chin upward. “Huh. I never had anyone get me before. Guess that’s why you’re here. To get in our minds,” You nearly protested at the stereotypical assumption but his lips curled upward into a smile.

“Well, I want to help you. I don’t want you to feel alone or without proper tools to cope. Everyone needs help sometimes.”

You resumed your trailing. “Fair enough. But I don’t want you to think I’m just some kid with Daddy issues. I’m here because I belong here.”

The question escaped your mouth before you could prevent it. “How old are you, Peter?”

He quirked his eyebrow up. “21. You look a little young yourself to be a shrink.”

“I’m almost 30,” You breathless replied.

“Dirty 30.” You almost collapsed.

“What else is on your mind, Peter?” He shrugged and kept stealing glances at you.

“If I’m being honest, you are.” Your heart jumped to your throat and you halted.

“W-what?”

“I said you, cutie.” You blinked, several seconds of silent went by and then Peter grinned ear to ear.

“Kidding. I just wanted to see your reaction.” You cleared your throat.

“I see. If, if there’s nothing else, I’ll return to the office. But if you ever need to talk-“

“I’ll know where to find you.” Peter gave you a wink, and you understood quickly.

He was not kidding.

You nearly sprinted to your office, shutting the door with your foot and you pressed your back against the wood.

This was fucked up. Extremely fucked up. He was an adult, yes. But he was a student here. You couldn’t possibly allow yourself to attracted to a flirtatious, mutant male who…god you didn’t even know. Cutie? Why was he the only man who could make that nickname attractive? But apparently he was joking. Not really.

You found yourself sitting on your desk. Legs separated. Shaking your head, you cursed at yourself.

Were you really this fucking desperate? Being desperately attracted to a 21 year old? It had been ages since you’d been…intimate with a man. You pressed a hand to your forehead.

How could even be thinking of such a thing? A forbidden idea. He winked at you. Just that. And gave you a few lewd looks.

Maybe it was the fact that someone of his appearance seemed to desire you. He was a nice man, you could tell. Lost. Troubled but he was easy to talk too. No, no. But…he was so, cute? Handsome. With a dashing smile.

Your core tightened. Your mind drifted to the thought of his smart ass smile in between your thighs-

You couldn’t go there-

But what was the harm of a fantasy? No one would know. Unless Charles invaded your thoughts without permission. The aching pulsating quiver inside you, inviting any sort of friction. You pressed your knees together, desperate and you frantically looked over your shoulder. No one. It would only take a few minutes, you were especially sensitive.

You gingerly slipped your hand inside your neon leggings, past your underwear and your fingers settled on your pulsing clit. Sighing dreamily, your eyes drifted shut as you circled with modest pressure. Your slick coated your digits as you sped up, your high not far out of your reach. It was a poor substitute, too quick but you would take what you would get.

“Whoa, cutie.” You jumped, toppling on the floor at the sound of a intruder.

Peter stood there, door slightly ajar and his eyes were wide but a sly, knowing smirk was plastered all over his smug face. You gathered yourself and stood beside your now slightly damp desk.

“Peter! What are you doing? Coming in here without knocking?”

“I did knock, actually. But I think you were too busy to hear me.” He was holding back a laugh and you wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

“I-was there something you needed?” You squeaked.

“I just was feeling so down, you know. My daddy issues were bothering me so I wanted to talk more. But I guess you were… a little busy?” His smirk was driving you insane.

“This is not-appropriate. You can’t make implications like that-“

“I’m just talking about you taking notes about me, what sort of naughty thing were you talking about?” Peter gave you a mocking confused look and you almost snarled.

“What are you doing? Why are you-being-insufferable?” You nearly shouted.

“Oh, I’m just a innocent student needing help. I don’t know why you’re mad at me?” That was it. You charged at him, ready to send him out of your office when he disappeared.

“I-“ Arms encircled your waist and your breath stopped short. He was beside you, grinning but one hand drifted to your lower back.

“Y/N, don’t you think it’s bad manners to touch yourself, in the middle of work? Especially after talking to a man who’s obviously interested in you?” You opened your mouth to speak but Peter smashed his lips to yours.

You pressed your hands to his chest to push him back, but his own fingers gripped your hips and your ass pressed against your desk. “Peter-“ He shook his head, running his tongue across your lower lip and you opened your mouth, allowing him to explore.

His palm felt down your leg, cupping underneath your knee and bringing it to secure around his waist as you leaned back.

Your senses rushed back and with your mind, you moved him back.

“Whoa,” He whispered, his lips flushed. “You’re a mutant.”

“This. This is wrong. I’m a authority figure here. I would be taking advantage of you-“

“Taking advantage of me? I can promise you. You’re not. I’m not a kid. I just happen to be just a little younger than you.”

You started to shake your head but he sped over to you, laying you across your desk.

“Besides, could a kid do something like this?” Peter tugged down your pants, past your ankles before discarding them to the floor. He eyed your sticking underwear. “Fuck. You really need this, don’t you? Wait…is this all for me?”

You trembled as he lowered himself down to his knees.

“Yes- you know that.”

He hooked his fingers down the waist band of your underwear, peeling them down slowly, despite his superpower. “Mmm. Yeah. I figured that out. When I saw you fucking your self.”

A chill raked against your spine as he pushed your legs apart. His silver hair tilting down as he lowered his mouth to your pussy. “But it would be nice if you were a good girl and said it? Hmm? Maybe say it for me?”

“I-I-“ You stuttered and he teasingly traced his tongue on your folds, but not where you needed him most.

“Say it. Say this is all for me. Please? I would hate to have to-“

“Fucks sake, yes it’s about you.” You exclaimed before gripping his hair and shoving it towards you.

Peter took the hint, gliding his tongue flat against your clit and your head dropped back. A moan escaped you as he sloppily lapped up the wetness that was indeed for him. He groaned deep in his chest as you held onto his hair.

He devoured you, assaulting your clit before driving his tongue inside your entrance. And then starting all over again. You shuddered, already getting close to your climax. Your thighs shook and he gave you a faster stripe of his tongue.

“Aw, your legs are shaking. Did you need it this bad?”

“Asshole-“ You responded and then squeezed your eyes shut as you started cumming.

“Oh, god. Fuck.” You humped his face as you rode out your release. You propped yourself on your elbows, expecting him to raise himself up and fuck you but then you understood.

He wasn’t stopping.

Peter kept eating at you, messily and desperately. Your clit started burning as he fucked it with his mouth. “Peter-“ You whimpered and he shook his head, increasing the intensity.

“No, you’ve got more in you. I know you do.” Another orgasm ripped from you, forcing you to clamp your hand over your mouth so you wouldn’t scream.

You didn’t feel him anymore.

Gasping, you looked down. He was gone. But your leggings and underwear were back on.

“Ahem.” He was standing by the door. Your eyes widened and you flailed your hands out.

“What the hell-“

“Sorry, Y/N. But I have to go. I don’t want to get in trouble with my teacher.” With a Cheshire Cat grin and a wink, he dashed from your office.

You clutched at your chest.

Oh, no. He wasn’t going to get away with this. He would know exactly what it meant to be overstimulated. Even if it killed you.

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icannot3 · 10 months

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"The Sock Rule"

Peter Maximoff x reader

Part 2!

Word count: 2k

Warnings: explicit content at the end.

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"We should have a sock rule."

Peter smiled, clunky suitcase in hand. One of many taken from the large moving truck parked out in front of the apartment complex. You hardly had to move any of your own things into the empty flat. He'd already carried the entirety inside within seconds. "What's a sock rule?"

"Ah- ya' know, where if one of us gets some, you throw a sock on the door so that the other knows." He explains the concept so casually. "Pssht, It's like roommates code in a bunch of movies." It was fascinating Peter would say that, considering the only roommate he's ever had in the past was his mother. You'd wondered if he'd ever left a sock on the door for her. You snickered at the thought of her not understanding the concept and looking at it with disgust, thinking he was just piling his dirty laundry everywhere around the house. Except now it was you, his best friend, living with him. "I think you actually have to get laid for that to apply." He snorted at your response. "I get plenty of bitches!" His hand raises for dramatic effect, extending to the side of his head in a swiping motion. Peter's fingers trail through his unmaintained silver locs. "They can't handle my irresistible charm." He brings his arm down and ruffles his metallic-colored jacket with fake finesse. You bend over to tear the tape off of one of the boxes. "You referring to hot women as 'bitches' tells me that you get no bitches." His playful eye roll assured you that there was no harsh sentiment taken. Truthfully, Peter is an attractive man. Both physically and emotionally. Part of you thought about his proposal and worried he may actually bring girls over quite often.

Suddenly, you hear a dramatic shriek followed by Peter hastily grabbing his foot. "Fuck! I stepped on something." He winced, inspecting his injured foot. He'd stepped on a nail, a large one. You'd hurried over, guiding him to one of the stray chairs that had already been moved. "God damn, Peter, we just moved in, and you already need a tetanus shot." You were laughing, trying to make light of the situation. Turning around, you scavenge through the opened boxes and eventually find the bathroom supplies. You pull out rubbing alcohol and some cotton pads.

"How deep is it?" Your voice is laced with underlying concern. Peter chuckles, "That's what she said." You roll your eyes and playfully smack his arm. "We've already discussed that you get no bitches. That's why you live with me." You felt a small pang of remorse after making the comment, wishing the platonic bit of this living agreement was not the case. Carefully, you'd taken the nail out of his shoe, stripping his foot bare. In that moment, you'd realized that nothing said friendzoned more than a man's smelly toes in your face. The odor was slightly pungent, causing your nose to wrinkle at the stench. Peter took note of this, jerking his leg away with insecurity. "I can do it." He leaned forward in opposition, trying to grab the sanitizer from your hands. "Aht, I've got it. Don't worry, I should have expected it with your powers anyways. You've been running all day. " You consoled him, wetting the cotton ball in your hand with the wound cleaner. The laceration was deep and gushing. Peter was constantly getting hurt. Tending to his wounds became practically a tradition between the two of you. He'd leave for missions, sometimes only for a few hours or, on the contrary, you'd wait worried sick for days. Rest assured, you could always count on nursing him back to health after his return. "I'll count down. Five.. Four.. Three," you'd placed the pad down, liquid hell washing the gash. "That was not five seconds!" Peter choked on an exasperated cry, fist clenching tightly. Through his clenched jaw, he meekly smiles your way. From years of experience, you knew he would have jerked away at the final number, knowing what was to come. Despite all of the stress and the severity of his wounds he'd return with, you'd always be glad to tend to them. "Typically, I don't allow a woman to see my feet until the first date."

"Like you'd ever go on a date with me." You scoffed, looking up from your squatting position on the floor below him. Only to meet his unfamiliar serious gaze. "Of course I would." Your face was red hot, and your stomach was folded into a tight knot. Shifting your eyes back to the wound you were attending, your hands dab dry tissue paper to the wetness. "I'm really considering taking you to the E.R. for that shot now." You raised a brow at him quizzically. Swiftly, a bandage encased with secure gauze is wrapped around his foot by your gentle touch. "I really mean it. Any guy would be lucky to have you. They'd have a nurse and a girlfriend in one!" He wiggles his toes, "See? This fine craftsmanship will have me healed in no' time." Just like that, he was carefree and casual once more. You pat his leg twice, beginning to stand. "You should lay down and stay off of that foot today." You smile widely at him, offering your arm for help. He gladly obliged, allowing you to support the weight he couldn't apply to his foot on the way to his room. All of the furniture had already been moved in, courtesy of Peter. His full-sized bed sat in the middle of the small room. You looked at the blank walls, trying to imagine where he would place all of the junk that was in his mother's basement he'd brought. Especially the blocky arcade machine. His nightstand, dresser, and TV already filled half of the area. Peter fell onto his bed, stretching out. "You're the best, really." He propped himself up, scooching over to the other side of the mattress. "You should join me and relax, you've done enough today." He patted the room he'd made for you beside him, motioning you to also lay down. Your face grew heated once more. "I really shouldn't. There's just a few more things I want to get done." In all honestly, you hadn't completed much, Peter was the one who carried most of the boxes in.

"Pleaseeee, come on!" Peter grows more insistent. "This is a day to celebrate no longer living in someone's basement!" He continues to pat the empty part of the bed with more vigor. You let out a dry cackle, "You mean your Mom's basement?" Peter shrugs, "tomatoe, toma'toe." You yourself had lived with someone prior until they'd decided to move in with their respective partner. You finally agreed, flopping down beside him. His bed is surprisingly soft, the thick comforter on top adding a layer of plush. "Well, we should watch a movie or something." Immediately, he was handing you the stack of DVDs that sat on his nightstand. You skimmed through, most were comedies as expected. You opted for the one with Adam Sandler's face on it and stuck it into the DVD player. Laying back down in your spot, Peter inched slightly closer to fit comfortably on the bed. He smelled faintly sweet, as if all of the twinkies in his diet had left behind a permanent aroma. Speaking of, he wasted little to no time in opening a fresh box of the yellow Hostess Snackcakes to satisfy his craving. He tilted the box in your direction, allowing you to indulge in his stash. You reach in and grab one before hitting play.

You felt contempt despite laying in Peter's bed, which is a considerably peturbing situation. Part of you wondered why he was so insistent on you laying with him. Your mind couldn't process the meaning behind what he'd said earlier, claiming he would go out on a date with you. Peter is a simple man. When he says something, he's honest. There's never been a reason to suspect anything behind his words. But when he said that, he had to of meant something else. You regretted brushing it off and not immediately asking for his clarification earlier. There was no way to casually bring it up again. Although, you knew it would eat you alive. Each passing second of you saying nothing would make the next more awkward and undoable. "How does your foot feel?" You finally choke out something to break the tension only you seemed to feel. He looks over with a contempt smile, "I feel great honestly, it doesn't even bother me anymore." His face is noticeably close to yours, but he doesn't move. "When you said earlier that you would date me, what did that mean?" Your heart accelerates, blood rushing to your face.

His face was red, too, which was hopefully a good sign. Peter's eyes looked spaced out, as if he was gathering his thoughts. Slowly, he leaned up and turned his torso to face you. "You're perfect, babe. Any guy in the world couldn't possibly be dumb enough not to see that. I've never met someone so beautiful, both inside and out." His thumbs twirl around each other, and he breaks his eye contact with you. "You just have this irresistible thing about you I can't put into words. Sorry if that all sounds a little weird. You can smack me or somethin' if you want." He laughs through his nose, still looking slightly bashful. It was strange to see him act differently than his typical cocky attitude. You took a shaky inhale, all of your emotions bubbling to the surface. Adrenaline was coursing through your body, making you feel like you're going to explode. "Well, I don't really want any other guys that aren't you in my life." Peter's head leans back against his bedframe, a goofy smile plastered on his expression. "Well, if you wanna ever be more than just roomies, I could definitely make that happen."

You weren't sure how it started, but your body seemed to have worked on some primal instinct. Just seconds later, your lips were on his. Peter wasted no time, pulling you close and practically on top of him. The kisses were long and needy. His hands were trailing up the curve of your spine, strong arms encasing around you. You gasped at the contact, breaking the kiss. "God, you're so smokin'." His deep exhale ghosted over your lips. You laughed, resisting the urge to call him a nerd and kissing him even deeper. Peter turned, flipping you over and beneath him. Your thighs were surrounding his leg, which was deliciously pressing against you. His mouth trailed to your neck, licking the sensitive areas and making you shut your eyes with delight. His hand found yours, fingers lacing together. He was pressing it down beside your head while the other was teasingly playing with the fabric of your shirt, lifting it up at your waist.

His ministrations continued, sloppy kisses being placed down your chest. He was polite and careful not to touch you anywhere he considered too private. The sentiment was sweet. To help him, you took his hand and placed it on your breast, allowing him to feel. His eyes lit up with shock as he looked up at you. "Are you sure?" You nodded avidly, desperate to feel his touch. He squeezed you gently with his palm, reveling in the sensation. "You have no clue how long I've wanted to do this." His other hand reaches up for your free breast, doing the same. You stop him, pulling your shirt off. His jaw drops dramatically. Peter's eyes are far from subtle, looking you up and down hungrily.

"So, who's sock should we use?" He smiles cunningly, giggling at his comment. You smack him with your shirt, rolling your eyes jokingly with a sigh.

"Eh, I don't think my roomate will care."

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dilf-whore · 2 years

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dad!peter maximoff

pairing: peter maximoff x mutant! f!reader

genre: fluff

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word count: 430

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You stop in your tracks and catch your breath, you've been trying to chase down your 6 year old, Vincent who's been running around and breaking down some of your furniture in the process. Unfortunately for you, your son inherited his dad's abilities instead of yours, making it harder for you to stop him from causing more damage and possibly, himself.

"Why am I doing the chasing here? You have the super speed, do something!" You shout at Peter who’s clapping and cheering on your son.

You’re technically looking after two kids.

“Peter!” you call again, clapping your hands together to catch his attention, causing him to get startled and jump a little.

"Okay-okay, I'll go get him" He replies, zooming off to go after Vincent.

You watch the two speedsters dash around your living room, the strong wind from their movements making you stumble every time they past by you. Your eyes try to follow them and soon you realized that your husband is not trying to stop Vincent, instead, he was permitting the playing even more as you hear giggles from them.

“My boy's faster than his daddy!” Peter exclaims.

A huge sigh escapes your lips and rub your forehead. You plop down on the couch behind you and tiredly watch the two play, you weren't annoyed though, the scene makes your heart melt, you're just tired that's all. A young regular human with so much energy is already hard to handle, but a mutant with this kind of ability? Oh god.

After a while, the TV starts to show your son's favorite show and an idea suddenly popped in your mind. You raise hands and they start glow white, so does your eyes. You cast an illusion around your living room, the cartoons from the show appear on the ceiling together with stars, the moon, and other intergalactic things you could think of.

Vincent abruptly stops at the center, his head tilted upwards and lips slightly parted from awe. Peter stands beside him as you continue with your illusion, his stance and expression's the same as the boy.

"Darling maybe you should lay down" you tell your son who immediately obliged, followed by Peter. Vincent lays his head comfortably on his father's stomach, the two watching the mesmerizing scene unfold.

"Peter, honey, pat his thigh. Put him to sleep" you whisper-shout.

"You know, I always forget you can do these things. You're so amazing" He reply, his attention still glued on your illusion, you never fail to captivate him with your powers - he's such a child.

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osmopi · 10 months

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Spending the summer with Peter maximoff <3

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quicksilversg1rl · 1 year

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Only One Bed

Peter Maximoff x Fem Reader

Warnings: smut, dry humping, Peter being obsessed with readers boobs, sort of sub-Peter?? I think that's all :)

Also, we’re all just going to pretend that morning breath is not a thing, okay? Kool.

You and Peter were both X-men and at the moment the X-men had to lay low. There had always been a sort of tension between the normal humans and mutants despite Charles saying things were getting better.

The government was certainly not happy with the X-men right now, Washington was completely trashed as the X-men were fighting an extraterrestrial threat and instead of thanking them for saving the world, the Government blamed them.

So, there they were, standing in front of some dingy motel to lay low for a couple of days till Charles could get the government back on the mutant's side.

Peter’s arm was draped around your shoulder, leaning onto you for support. He had a nasty gash right in his abdomen that needed to be attended to immediately.

“Hey Jean, could you get a room for Peter and I, I really needed to look at his cut and bandage it up.” She smiled towards the two of you as you waited for her to give the rooms key. She handed the key over to you as you mustered up your strength to carry him to the elevator.

“Peter, I know you’re not feeling too good right now but I’m going to need you to help me a bit. Can you try and walk maybe?” He just shook his head and pushed it further into the crook of your neck. You looked at Kurt and asked him if he could help the two of you to your room. He happily said yes and in the blink of an eye you were in your room. You quickly thanked Kurt and then turned to set Peter down onto the bed. That was when you realized, there was only one bed in the room.

You looked back at Peter and lightly tapped his cheeks, his eyes steadied themselves onto you and you smiled.

“Pete, could you take your suit off please.”

He sat up as he took off the top part of his suit, revealing his toned chest and torso. You looked at the cut and luckily it wasn’t that deep.

“Okay, I’m going to clean it and bandage it; how are you feeling?”

“I’m good how about you? You feeling okay?”

“Peter I’m perfectly fine now let me just get some rubbing alcohol and some bandages.”

You went to grab the first aid kit you carried around and grabbed a cloth, you quickly went to the bathroom and wet the cloth.

You made your way towards the side of the bed and knelt down, dabbing the wet cloth along the cut, not too close to it but just to clean the area.

“Okay, Peter this next part is going to hurt like hell so yea sorry bout it.”

He nodded his head and grabbed one of the pillows on the bed.

You quickly got to wiping the cut with a cloth that had some rubbing alcohol on it, you could hear Peter groaning in pain as you continued to disinfect the cut. You quickly wrapped a bandage around the cut, and you were done.

Peter sighed in relief as you sat at the end of the bed.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick then go down to the vending machine and get myself something, you want anything?” You asked already knowing what his answer was going to be.

“Could I get a twinkie pleaseee.” You gave him a smile before walking towards the door.

Once you were at the vending machine you got what you needed and was about to go back to your room when Scott stopped you.

“How’s he doing?”

“The cut wasn’t that deep, and I bandaged it up pretty fast so he’s good.”

“That’s good well hope you guys have a good night.”

“You as well Scott.” You said as you were making your way to the elevator with a twinkie and a bag of chips.

You came back to your room and upon entering Peter was no longer on the bed but on the couch.

“Why are you on the couch?”

“Since there’s only one bed, I figured I’d take the couch.”

“Nope, I’m taking the couch Peter.”

“Jesus, okay how about we both take the bed, it’s big enough for two and we’ll be fine, nothing wrong with sharing a bed with your best friend right.”

“Right.” You said, offering him a smile. You threw the twinkie towards him before going into the bathroom. You changed into something to sleep in which coincidentally was one of Peter’s shirts.

You walked out of the bathroom, the shirt barely covering your thighs. You quickly made your way to what would be your side of the bed for the night.

You got under the covers and Peter offered you a warm smile. You could feel your cheeks heating up at the action and you had no clue why. You and Peter had spent plenty of time together before this, sure you two had never shared a bed for an entire night but that’s not something to get flustered about.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Peter spoke up.

“Goodnight, Y/n thanks for taking care of me.”

“Goodnight Peter.”

You both turned your lights off and turned on your sides so your backs were facing each other.

You had no idea how long you were just lying there staring into nothingness. You could hear Peter’s steady breathing and thought he was fast asleep already, till he spoke up.

“Hey Y/n.”

“Peter?”

Before he gave you another answer you felt him move around in the bed and you realized he had turned around. You did the same and soon the two of you were facing each other. Your faces were so close you could practically place a kiss onto his lips.

“I’m having trouble sleeping and uhm I just wanted to ask if you, uhm if you maybe-”

You heard him clear his throat before finally muttering out what he had been trying to stay.

“Do you maybe wanna like cuddle? if ya don't wanna it’s cool I just figured maybe that’ll help us fall asleep.”

“Sure Peter.”

Next thing you know, you were both laying on your sides, Peter’s head buried into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist and your hands intertwined with his.

Your cheeks were burning, and you were one hundred percent sure you were red all over.

Peter mumbled a quiet ‘goodnight’ into your neck, and you said the same and in no time the two of you were asleep.

Morning came quickly and to your surprise you had slept well. The morning sun was peeking through the curtains of your and Peter’s shared motel room. As your eyes were opening you began to feel something poking at your ass. Your cheeks immediately became flushed. You tried to move and get out of his grasp, but immediately froze when he thrusted his hips into your behind and tightened his arms around your waist.

You frantically started tapping his face trying to get him to wake up and after what seemed like the hundredth tap, he finally started to wake up. He removed his arms from your waist and rubbed at his eyes.

“Jesus Y/n it’s too early to be awake why aren’t we still sleeping.” said Peter as he let out a yawn.

“Trust me I would love to be asleep right now too, but your friend woke me up.” you said as you motioned towards the blanket. The boy was confused out of his mind, scrunching his face up trying to figure out what you meant by ‘friend’.

“Did Scott knock on the door or something?”

“No Peter I me-”

“Or did Kurt poof in here or something, he’s always doing that to scare m-”

“Oh my God! Peter your dicks hard and you were shoving it up against my ass!”

As soon as the words left your mouth, Peter felt it and his face dropped.

“Y/n I am so so sorry I didn’t even realize I was doing it, I- just I’m so sorry-”

“Peter calm down it’s fine it’s normal I guess, and plus you were asleep so how could you have known right?”

He just nodded his head and soon the room felt silent. You suddenly became very aware of how beautiful Peter was and all the feelings you told yourself you’d bury came rushing back in that moment.

On the other hand, Peter was trying so hard to make his boner go away but with the way you looked in his shirt and the very vivid dream he had of you that caused this problem in the first place his dick just felt like it was getting harder.

Peter immediately got up to try and go to the bathroom but before he could even try and use his mutation to get to the bathroom and try and get this all over and done with you stepped in front of him.

His pants grew even more tight with the way you looked down at him as he was still seated on the bed, and you were between his legs.

“I could help you with that.” You said, motioning to his very obvious boner. You had no clue where this confidence was coming from but you kinda liked it.

Peter had no clue what to say, he’d been dreaming of this moment for so long and it was finally happening.

“Uh are you sure- I mean yea if-if you wanna-”

Before he could even process what was happening you pressed your lips to his. He immediately kissed back and brought you down onto his lap. The kiss was messy, teeth and tongues clashing and soon you moved your lips towards his neck, sucking bruises along the way.

Peter threw his head back in ecstasy, his cock feeling like it would explode any second now.

“Y/n please, it hurts so much.”

You moved your lips back up to his, silencing his begging. You swallowed his groans as you grinded your hips into his; you pulled away from the kiss and was met with Peter’s face twisting in pleasure.

You quickly moved to pull your shirt from over your head and threw it somewhere around the room. Once Peter realized your shirt was off his jaw dropped at the sight of your chest.

“You’re so beautiful, can I touch them?”

You nodded your head, and his hands immediately went to groping your tits. He played with both of them, taking your right nipple into his mouth while flicking the other and showing it just as much love. You continued rolling your hips onto his bulge and a few moans escaped as he suckled on your nipples.

“Peter don’t-don’t stop, it feels so good.” You said while gripping a few strands of his silver hair. He looked up at your praise through hooded eyes, your nipple still in his mouth; once you caught the sight you felt your release nearing. Desperate to release, both you and Peter started humping each other faster, you grinding into his crotch faster than ever and him thrusting up, meeting your thrusts.

“Y/n I’m coming please, please don’t stop.”

You quickly placed your lips back onto his, slipping your tongue into his mouth. The pleasure became all too much for Peter and when you started pulling on his hair, he lost it.

As you were moving on top of him you felt the wet patch from Peter coming, wetting his underwear and yours as well; this in turn triggered your release and you rode out your high, slowly grinding down onto Peter.

Your body collapsed down on top of his and once your chests were touching his arms wrapped around your waist, bringing you in even closer.

The two of you just lied there in perfect silence, the only sound being the sound of your heavy breathing from your previous activities.

You felt Peter place a kiss onto your head and you looked up at him and smiled.

You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck and let out a content sigh before slowly lulling back to sleep; you and Peter feeling safe in each other's arms.

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artemisthewh0re · 7 months

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I was looking for some good Peter Maximoff (Evan Peters Quicksilver) smut and in every single one he has a mommy kink! Not that I'm complaining, but is this just a universally accepted fact about Peter? When did the X-Men fandom agree to this? 😭💀

#peter maximoff #peter maximof x reader #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff smut

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importantgalaxyrunaway · 5 months

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can someone explain to me why the x men is suddenly trending on tumblr??? Like I have joined tre fandom and I thought it was dead but now it’s trending I’m really happy but a little confused anyways I think I’m going to write for quicksilver and young Charles Xavier soon and maybe magneto idk also at definitely going to write for your Coriolanus snow

#x men #genuine question #x men movies #peter maximof x reader #charles xavier x y/n #charles xavier x reader #erik lehnsherr x reader #coriolanus snow #peter maximoff #coriolanus x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #x men first class #x

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jellyluvr · 11 months

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Fantasies within tapes 2

- Peter maximoff x fem reader ⋆ ˚

So sorry for the wait!! I know some people probably want the part two so here it is.

Also, do you guys want long fics or short fics? Medium? Lmk ♡

Warnings: heavy smut?, peter being silly, oral sex, and fem reader!

Summary: the video was stuck on your mind and you couldn't help but want to watch it again..

It had been a few days since the porn incident. I mean, it wasn't like you had only been thinking of it... but you have. It had been all you could think of. Why did Peter even watch porn? Why did he have such a weird porno...?

So yes, you did go back down into his basement for a look-see. Peter wouldn't know.. he was upstairs, probably eating cheetos and coke.

You took each step down the stairs carefully. You were afraid you'd get caught.. that same anxious feeling filling your stomach. It felt like you could throw it up. But, you continued down the stairs until you saw the obnoxious colors of his room.

Muttering something to yourself, you sat back down on the carpeted floor just where you had been last time. "Oh fuck.." you mumbled. This isn't the best idea. Maybe you should just look for a magazine..? This was all so frustrating and scary. You wanted to see the tape again. It was practically the only source of dirty things you had. Plus, you didn't like the magazines. Grainy sex tapes were an upgrade.. but definitely not the best.

Scooting up on the carpet, your bare thighs rubbing against it, you grabbed the box full of the tapes.

And sure enough the neon yellow tape was in the corner. Just how you had left it. You put your hand in the box and grabbed it, pausing while you stared for a moment.

Maybe you shouldn't do this. Maybe this is a horrible idea, and Peter's gonna figure out you were looking at his porn.

But, you pushed the thoughts away and huffed as you put the tape in the cassette deck. Cussing to yourself you pressed play.

You felt your mind roam of the possibilities. What if he catches you? What if he gets really mad? What if..?

But, the screen flashed to same scene as last time. The woman gripped the sheets in fists, her body moving with the man's. He pounded into her, her moans quite loud.

You couldn't help but feel heat rise to your face while you watched. You liked it. You liked watching this girl get her guts rearranged. You were a virgin, a very horny one. A very bold one, too. Your thighs pushed together, the heat overwhelming your cunt.

You let out a soft moan while you watched this poor girl get ravaged in the white silk bed. You almost felt desensitized...

"I didn't know you liked porn too?" A familiar voice said, not far behind you. Your head darted into the direction, and sure enough, it was peter. He had a huge grin while he continued to eat his bag of cheetos, his fingertips getting coated in the orange goodness.

You didn't know what to do. He had caught you.. and you were just sitting there, flustered as ever.

"Don't ah.. worry 'bout it." He said while his eyes went down to his bag while he looked for a cheeto. He seemed so nonchalant. So calm..

"I'm uhm.." Your mouth was a little open while the girl kept moaning in the background. You just stared for a while. You didn't know what to say. How the hell were you supposed to respond to that?

"Yknow, that's pretty bad. You shouldn't be doing things without permission. And you had to have snooped to find that. Reallllll bad..." he chuckled, huffs of air escaping his mouth while he looked at you. You were bright red. You didn't know what to even think. Was he mad? What was he gonna do? Should you say something..?

But, those thoughts slipped away while your cunt reminded you of the unbearable heat is was trapped in. You were drenched in your arousal. You could feel it, and you knew exactly what it was. The wonderful, powerful ache above your wet folds.

"Mmm.." You sighed, trying to cope with the neediness of your pussy. You didn't even realize that peter was still there. Before you even knew it, the cheeto bag was gone, and he was a bit closer behind you.

"What was that?" His head turned slightly while he licked his fingers, cleaning them of the orange gunk. He still had that slight smirk. That know-it-all type one.

"Nothin'." You responded quickly. Maybe he was angry? You couldn't tell. You were too enveloped in your aches that you didn't even register the bulge in his pants. The very obvious bulge.

Then, the moans and slosh sounds in the background stopped. Peter had disappeared for a second, but in the blink of an eye, he was back in the same spot. The room was filled with silence and very thick sexual tension.

"What were you doin'? Yknow, the porn n all.." He chuckled a bit but he was completely serious.

"Uhm..." You began to talk, but you didn't know what you say, really. You were too afraid peter would be angry. But now, as your eyes shifted down, peters bulge was very obvious in his stupid, kind of cute leather pants.

Peter noticed how your eyes shifted, and his smirk grew a little before in the blink of an eye. You were on the bed. And before you could even do anything, peters hand slipped down your shorts, into your panties, and right above your slick heat.

You whimpered at the sudden touch, but you didn't try to move away. Peter looked up at you, realizing how wet you were from seeing that video.

"Oh- wow.. you really liked that.." he snickered, a few huffs of air coming from his nose.

You were just on the bed, your legs open and peters hand in between them. You didn't even know how to process what was happening.. your best friend was touching you? You just couldn't register it, and again, peter quickly threw your shorts off, leaving you in your drenched panties.

"Ooo momma.." he looked down at your panties and the undeniable heat coming from them. Why did he have to make this so embarrassing.. so awkward...

"Uhm.. Peter could you -" his head was in between your thighs instantly. Your panties were somewhere in the room and you gasped at the sudden pressure there.

Peter made a soft hum noise while his tongue slipped through your wet folds and lapped at your clit. He looked up at you, his eyes full of lust.

"Mm~!" You squeaked, squirming a bit. He was going too quick. Your body didn't know what to do, so you grabbed onto his silver straight hair and held onto it for whatever closure that didn't exist.

You moaned more as peter continued to move his tongue in such ways, but he lowered his head, his big nose pushing against your clit and his tongue licking at your wet entrance.

He slurped and sucked on your cunt while you whined. "Ooh- fuck!" Your body shook with the pleasure that followed, your eyes rolling back into your head. Peter moved his tongue up and down on your entrance while he shook his head, his nose overstimulating you.

"Peter!" You squeaked, your breathing picking up. You squeezed your fists into his hair while he moved, and finally, you came. All over his mouth and tongue. Your hips buckled and pushed into his face a last time before he removed his head from your thighs.

"You look so pretty like that.." he purred, his hand moving up to wipe his mouth.

You shook with the coldness hitting your hot, sticky mess between your thighs. And your legs went open, your head resting against the mattress while you looked up at the orange arch over peters bed. Your breath quivered while you shut your eyes.

"Don't snoop next time, princess." Peter got up from the bed before kissing your inner thigh and leaving swiftly.

Peter definitely wasn't mad.

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Sorry for the shortness again!! :(

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wh0re43van · 4 months

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I’m gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure

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angelicstrawberries · 1 year

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Hello! Can I please request a smutty Peter Maximoff fic set while he’s recovering from his broken leg, where the two of them are having a casual date night in one of their rooms, and things are definitely going somewhere, only now there’s a bloody great cast in play and it’s probably not medically advisable… but that’s fine because I’m sure Peter and the reader are sensible individuals capable of great care and thought!

…. Well at least the School’s probably got a good medical facility

Ofc! Sorry this was short warnings:smut, blood, yk the drill

Peter had broken his leg fighting apocalypse a few weeks ago. That meant you had him all to yourself, sure it was selfish but he always had to be on the move going somewhere. Todays complaint from Peter was his leg was itchy, he was very needy and made you do everything he wanted because otherwise he would try and do it himself. “Babee” you heard him whine you walk over “Yesss?” You mock his tone, he pulls you down onto his lap making you shiver a little worried about putting pressure on his leg.

he begins to nip and suck at your neck trailing love bites down to your collarbone you crane your neck up obediently and he starts grinding your ass against him, you feel his growing erection.

“We can’t your hurt” you say betraying your body “please princess?” He groans while suckling on your sweet spot, “fine but your not moving a muscle” you say sternly “that’s fine with me” he says with a smug smirk, you get off him momentarily to take off your pants and panties while he unzips his pants letting out his now raging boner, you hover over his lap trying to align yourself with him when his large hands grasp your hips and move you down on to him, slowly easing in.

you start to move up and down on his cock, feeling him inside you you groan and move your body faster trying to treasure the feeling of him filling you up. “So good for me princess, when my leg heals I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand” egging you on, Peter always knew just what to say to turn you on, “such a good girl” he put a finger on your clit and began vibrating it, your body shook and you began to get close, you finally came hard around his cock . You could feel his cock twitching telling you he was close, with one final slams down he fills you up, “can we just stay like this for a little while?” You nod and lay your head on his shoulder.

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layla4567 · 1 year

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Imagine with Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

Summary: You are a mutant with the power to grow plants, flowers or roots. Basically you manipulate nature at will. You always seemed to be on your own and didn't hang out with many people, but a certain boy with silver hair caught your eye. Too much

Warning: None, just cheesy love :)

I was in the school yard trying to find a good place to study quietly. It was supposed to be free time but I took the opportunity to review some notes in my notebook, so with my books in my arms hugging them I went downstairs and headed somewhere under the trees, but unfortunately my favorite place was taken by Jean and Scott. It was a hundred-year-old cherry tree with beautiful pink flowers that fell to the ground in a showy carpet of petals. I didn't want to bother them even though they were my friends, so I tried to look for other empty trees that are far from people, I can't concentrate if I have people around me talking loudly. Sick of not finding a good spot and inwardly cursing my bad luck, I leaned my back against the outer wall on the west side of the school and sat like a Buddha.

I was quite hidden from the other students thanks to the massive walls of the mansion. In front of me there were more trees that expanded in a forest and nobody near me. Perfect I thought, I enjoyed my solitude even though not many understood it. It's not that I don't like to be with someone, but from time to time I needed some alone time with myself.

I was reading my history notes when in the distance I heard Peter's shrill laugh. He was a few meters away from me but I had good acute hearing. Of course he couldn't see me since I was hidden behind the wall, but I could see him. Slowly I got up and stuck my head out a bit to spy on him. His back was to me and he was talking to a blonde girl, I don't know what they were talking about but it must have been something very funny because they were both laughing heartily.

I felt my cheeks burn and frowned, Peter was on his hips while that blonde played with her hair and looked at him smiling. It's been a while since I had mixed feelings with Maximoff, was it love? no, no, impossible. I pushed that silly idea out of my head. How could I like Peter? He was a hyperactive idiot who likes to run fast and can't sit still, as well as playing practical jokes. Oh but when he smiles.. It's like the day is brighter or the sun shines brighter with diamond intensity, and those cute dimples on the side of his cheeks make him look adorable...! No! Stop __! I can't fall for his charms, not now!

While trying to get those thoughts out of my head, I noticed how the girl was getting closer and closer to him. Alarmed, I slightly extended my hand towards where the two of them were and concentrated on the vibrations of the earth to extract roots from it. I slowly raised them until they reached Peter's wrist which now rested on the side of his hip. I mentally ordered them to hold on to his hand firmly but without hurting him and with a downward yank with my clenched fist I sent Maximoff sprawling to the ground.

The boy was so focused on talking and everything happened so fast that he didn't feel anything and when he wanted to realize it he was already lying on the ground with his hands resting on the grass so as not to break his jaw

"What the fu-" -He exclaimed in surprise as he looked everywhere trying to figure out what happened.

All he saw was people cracking up, including the blonde girl he was talking to, except for a brown head poking out of the corner of the school walls.

Annoyed, he jumped to his feet and said addressing Laura, the girl he was talking to

"Excuse me for a second, I have unfinished business"- He said smiling and then with a buzz he ran away and disappeared from where he was.

¡Oh no he saw me I'm sure he saw me damn! I thought. I was wondering fearfully where he had gone when I turned around and the notebooks I still had in my arms fell from fright.

"AHH PETER!! ¡Don't do that!"- I yelled closing my eyes and covering my face

The sprinter had stopped right in front of me looking at me funny and with crossed arms

"I could tell you the same. Since when do you humiliate handsome guys in front of everyone?"

I rolled my eyes in frustration, now I would have to put up with his sermons camouflaged as immature flirtations.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about"- I bent down to pick up my books but he was faster

"Don't play dumb __, I don't know any other student who can do what you do, which by the way is a very nice superpower"- He handed me the books with a sly smile, the one I knew so well and that made me blush.

"T-thank you.."

The only thing I could do was mumble a thank you, trying to hide my face with my hair so that my blushing would not show.

"Also, I know you're dying for me, or do you think I don't realize how you look at me sometimes in class? But don't worry, your secret is safe with me"- He winked

I opened my eyes in surprise and sighed annoyed to turn around, but as soon as I took a step forward, Peter came back in front of me at the speed of light, making my hair fly a little because of the speed and the wind.

I was startled a little and closed my eyes angrily

"Stop it Maximoff, you stress me out"- When I opened my eyes, he was still standing with that stupid smile that I loved and hated at the same time, it seemed that he liked to make me angry.

´"Ugh don't call me Maximoff, you sound like my mom"- then he made a disgusted face that made me laugh

"Aww see? You really love me"- and he pointed a finger towards my face touching my cheek while pouting

I quickly removed his finger while I kept smiling sideways

"Ok, enough of the talk, I need to study, so if you don't have anything else to say, go away."

"Whoa whoa ok the cat is sticking out its claws, well I won't bother you anymore if that's what you want"

"Thanks"- I slid back down the wall to sit down again while my eyes were focused on my handwriting.

Peter was already turning to leave when he quickly turns to me and yells at me.

"Jealousy!"- And he disappeared as if he had teleported away before I could hit him.

"Peter Maximoff!!"- I yelled but it was useless, I yelled into the air because he had already left

I went back to concentrating on reading as best I could but I was still upset, he always seemed to get his way. Jealous, me? yes of course.. I laughed ironically

but not even 30 seconds had passed when suddenly I felt something warm on my cheek, it was a quick soft touch as if someone had kissed me..

..Peter...

I couldn't help but smile tenderly at that display of affection. Damn dumbass and adorable Pet, I couldn't get mad at him. Even with a smile on my lips, I continued reading in silence.

"Hey did you see that?"

"See what? oh wait I know don't tell me let me guess, Peter and __ bothering again, right?"

"Bingo! I don't know when they're going to take the first step, it's obvious that they like each other"- Said Jean biting into an apple

"Leave them, they love each other in their own way"- Scott said as he played with a stone, throwing it into the air to catch it again.

"Oh you mean Peter talking to girls and __ getting jealous while hitting him with her magical roots?"

They both burst out laughing imagining the scene.

"Yep, so romantic"- He laughed

And so they both stayed laughing under the cherry tree and looking at the two almost lovebirds, each one in a corner of the yard.

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i know, i know i said I wouldn't do this again but guess what? I have a lot of free time and wattpad one shots tempt me

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