#quicksilver x you smut

[icompletelysawthatcoming]

Summary: Pietro and you wake up in bed together after a long night, things sure do happen.

Warnings: 18+. Smut. Language. Morning Sex. She-Her Reader, Dom Pietro. Sub Reader. Vaginal Sex. Praising. Stark Reader. Smut With No Plot.

A smooth hand was slowly stroking her naked body, all the way from her collarbone, down the valley between your breasts, over her stomach and hip before reaching back up, nails dragging across her skin.

She cracked one eye open, smirking to yourself, feeling oddly satisfied. She pushed yourself against the hand and a chuckle roamed against her back as he pressed himself against her from behind.

“Morning, sunshine,” she breathed, moaning softly as his fingers gripped her chest, his digits stroking her flesh.

“You too, принцесса.” He growled back, “Wish to relive last night?” he rasped into her ear, his velvety morning voice sending a jolt of arousal through her. She hummed, rolling on onto her back and grasping at his shoulder to get him on top of her.

She was met by a pair of sparkling, blue eyes, the corners of his mouth crinkled as he smiled at her. She licked your lips and lead him closer, their lips brushing against one another.

His breath hitched as he deepened the kiss, pulling her into passion as his hands instinctively slid down to her hips.

The rustling of panicked footsteps echoed through the corridors, but she was deafened by the sounds of Pietro purring into her ear as he rubbed his hips against hers.

She moaned and arched into him, eager to get him inside. He hummed and gave her a look, seeking permission. “Be gentle. I'm still sore from your little stunt last night,” she whispered against his cheek, placing a small kiss there. Pietro chuckled.

“I wouldn't exactly call it little,” he replied cockily. She rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around his back while she brought her face to his and sucked on his neck. He groaned and lined himself up at her entrance.

He let himself slip in carefully, just like she requested. A loud moan left her lips as swooned once he filled her completely. Her insides twisted as she struggled to keep breathing at a regular pace.

“Mhm, I don't think I'll ever get enough of this feeling,” Pietro moaned as he slowly stroke her walls, savoring each movement. One hand rested on the back of her neck while the other strongly grasped her hip, his thrusts getting more desperate.

Her eyelids rested while her eyes rolled back as the pleasure consumed her, not giving a damn about what was happening beyond those four walls. She just focused on him, digging a hand into his messy hair and the other gripping strong enough against his back to leave a mark.

He increased the pace and their thrusts matched one another's perfectly, on a melody only the two could hear. He bit his lips to keep his voice down, as there were several booming voices in the corridor. Y/n, however, couldn't.

The doors of her room bursted opened, but Pietro ignored it, even fastening his thrusting. She gripped at his shoulders, looking over them at her father standing at the end of the bed with his eyes wide open.

She buried her face into Pietro’s neck to hide away her embarrassment, but she couldn't push it away. Neither could she help it when she moaned — very loud — when she reached her high, pleasure overwhelming her in a breathtaking orgasm.

His juices dripped down her thighs as he came too, panting in her ear as her chest heaved. She squeaked at the sight of her father, his hands on his hips and a frown on his forehead. “Get your dick out of my daughter,” he hissed.

Pietro jumped at the voice and grabbed onto Y/n, the two rolling completely off the bed with the blankets on top of them.

Then Wanda came bursting through the doors. “Oh, Pietro! There you are! We’ve been looki—!' She realized what she walked in on, her brother and Y/n both looking at her from over the bed. “… Oh my.” She murmured, turning around and walking out.

Tony continued to glare at Y/n. “You, young lady, are grounded.” Her face went from bright red to ghostly pale as she gasped. Pietro kissed her lips and gave her an assuring nod.

“Can you ground me too?” He taunted at her father.

“Enough!” Tony said, a little panicked. “Both of you, out of bed and get dressed and make sure I'll never see that again!”

“Not sorry, and please leave us, Stark. We have to get dressed.” Pietro said. Tony nodded, already calming although he was still pulling his own hair out. “After we showered.” Pietro added with a sly grin.

Oh, and they had fun in that shower.

[slutforgarlogan]

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

Taglist: @lacucarachapisser @the-ultimate-theatre-kid @bluerthanvelvet444 @lvxybby @coentinim @gl00m-d00m

[pretty-little-mind33]

Pietro Maximoff x fem!reader

KINKTOBER 2024

summary: You try and get Pietro to sit still.

warnings: switch!Pietro, kinda dom!reader, cockwarming, penetration, unprotected sex, swearing

Since Pietro had gotten his super-speed, he would quickly become impatient. He liked when things happened fast because he would often lose focus if things weren't moving quickly. Sex usually wasn't any different than that and in all honesty you didn't mind. Pietro always made sure it was enjoyable for you. He was good like that and so sex was good and quick, well except for tonight, when you'd wanted to try something different. 

You're both sitting on the couch, well he is on the couch and you're sitting on top of him. Your dress is bunched up against your thighs and you're stroking his face, scratching his stubble and pressing kisses on his face. 

Pietro hums, desperately wanting to move his hips. He can feel you above him, his cock stretching out your—already soaking–cunt as you stay incredibly still. "Miláček (darling)," he whispers, hanging on to the very last thread of dominance he has. His hands shake around your hips. He wants to move and fuck you so badly. "Please."

You shake your head and kiss his lips, moving to suck on his neck. "No. Just a little longer."

"It's been almost ten minutes, lásko (love)," he whines and you glance at the clock. 

"It's barely been five minutes, baby," you laugh and move a little, to tease him.

Pietro's hands tighten around your hips, hissing as he moves his own hips. "Sakra, lásko, tady mě zabíjíš (Shit, love, you're killing me here)." You love it when he speaks Sokovian even when you don't understand him. He must be whining though, you know him well enough to deduce that. 

"Shh," you whisper as you capture his lips in yours, "just a little more. For me. I'm always good for you, aren't I?" you say once you've disconnected your lips. 

Pietro clenches his jaw but he nods and kisses you again so he can distract himself. He shuts his eyes, his body almost vibrating from the need to shift, move, run—do anything to fuck like he likes to. 

After another few minutes, you rock your hips slowly as a teasing smile tugs on his lips. 

"Shit, Miláček (darling), please. You're being unfair."

You lean in and kiss behind his ear and down his neck, running your hands in his silver locks. You keep rocking, each time becoming quicker as you decide to let him have his way. Pietro moans, becoming impatient now as his self-control breaks and he stands.

He picks you up, his dick slipping out of you for a moment until he spins around and lays you both on the couch. Your hands find his back as you arch into him, his cock sliding back into you as he thrusts faster and hardest. 

You cry out from the intense pleasure mixed with pain and he slows a little, kissing all over your face. "You like it slower, lásko (love). Is that what you want? Didn't have to torture me—you could have just said something," he whispers hoarsely in your ear. 

He's going slow now and you smile, enjoying the sensation. You nod. 

"Naughty girl," Pietro whispers, capturing your lips as he punctuates his thrusts. He's taking his time now, making sure you feel every push and the way you fall apart is so sweet that he decides that slow and steady does win the race after all. 

tags: @kravensgirl, @brokeaesthetic, @sayitlikethecheese, @lqrlei, @princesssunderworld, @thewinterv, @siriuslycaptainofthedawntreader, @simplyreflected, @aunicornmademedoit, @girl-detective16

[fear-is-truth]

slow down ── dilf! peter maximoff x f! reader

⟡ NSFW || MINORS DNI 18+

⟡ TAGS: sexual content ・ fem!reader ・dilf!peter ・ unprotected p in v・ english is not my first language so bear with me・not proofread ・word count: 1,831

⟡ SYNOPSIS: domestic life with peter

a/n: i just finished my assignment for criminal law & wrote this fic with the aid of monster energy. kindly ignore the atrocious writing lol

“Hey kiddo! Bedtime!” Peter called down the hallway. He waited, silence.

“You’re not in bed yet! I’m gonna have to tickle ya to sleep if ya don’t get moving!”

Still nothing—except the faint sound of a stifled giggle. Peter’s lips twitched into a smile.

Game on.

He leisurely made his way down the hall, towards the living room, passing Luna’s bedroom door without sparing a glance.

“Huh, that’s weird,” he wondered out loud, playing it up.

“Where’s my kid? I swear I had one, like, five minutes ago.”

Peter exaggerated his search, peeking behind the curtains and glancing under the furniture. More giggles, and he nearly broke character with his own grin. He then made a big show of scratching his head in faux puzzlement.

“Nope, no kid here. Oh well,” he sighed dramatically. “Hmm, could’ve sworn I heard something. Maybe it’s a mouse. Or a cookie thief…”

At that, Luna couldn’t hold it in any longer. She popped out from behind the armchair.

“Noooo! Daddy, I’m here!” she squealed, bursting into laughter. Peter spun around, feigning surprise. “There you are! Thought I’d have to call the FBI or somethin’!”

Squealing with delight, the five-year-old bolted down the hallway as fast as her little legs could carry her. Peter was on her in an instant, zooming past you with a playful wink before scooping her up into his arms, spinning her through the air.

“You’re getting too fast for me, kiddo,” he grunted, as he carried her towards her bedroom, the little girl squirming in his grasp and laughing hysterically.

You leaned against the doorway, amused by the back-and-forth that had become so routine.

“Peter, you’re supposed to be calming her down, not winding her up.”

“I’m working on it,” he called back, depositing his daughter onto her bed and tucking the blanket around her.

“Fine, but when she’s bouncing off the walls at midnight, you’re the one getting up with her.”

Peter shot you a smirk, showing that he knew exactly what he was doing. He reached down and ruffled Luna’s hair, earning another giggle from her,

“Alright, peanut. Let’s make a deal. One more story—only one—Deal?”

Luna’s eyes lit up, and she bounced in her bed. “Deal!”

“Peter,” you reminded him, stepping into the room with a raised eyebrow, “you said ‘one more story’ three stories ago. She’s going to be up all night at this rate.”

Your husband grinned innocently.

“C’mon, what’s one more story? Just gotta make sure she’s really tired.”

He turned toward the bookshelf, fingers dancing over the colorful spines.

“Which one are we reading tonight? Something super long, I bet.”

She giggled, pointing at a well-worn book. “That one, Daddy!”

He picked it up, settling onto the edge of the bed as Luna snuggled under the blankets. “Alright, one loooong story, but then it’s off to dreamland. Yeah?”

•••

After Luna was sound asleep in her bed, and you’ve done your playful striptease, it was time for you to free Peter from his jeans. In the process of removing his belt, your fingers accidentally brushed the strain in his crotch.

“Mghmm… careful there babe.”

He inhaled sharply, and you indulged in the temptation, gently rubbing him through the denim with your left hand while unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper with your right.

His body pressed against yours, and you felt the soft push as the back of your legs met the edge of the mattress. With a smirk, Peter wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you effortlessly. You let out a delighted squeal, soft giggles filling the space between kisses as your fingers clung to his shoulders for support. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bed, feeling the heat of his cock press against your abdomen.

“Please, Peter. I want you, so bad.”

And that was all your husband needed to hear. He laid you gently on the mattress before crawling forward, positioning himself to settle between your legs. Breathlessly, you gripped his shoulders and lifted your hips slightly, moving in sync with him as he lined himself up. Peter began to slowly ease himself into you, groaning into your shoulder, warm puffs of his breath tickling your skin.

He paused for a moment for you to adjust, before pushing further until he was fully sheathed inside you. The delicious stretch of your pussy was nothing short of glorious.

“Oh god… Nghmm — Peter,”

You whined, tightening your grip and leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin as he started moving. He slowed down mid-thrust to mumble against your cheek,

“Love you too baby,”

Peter rested his chin on your shoulder, placing hot kisses along the column of your throat as he moved, He shifted his hips to find a better angle, and you gasped when you felt his tip nudge against your cervix. Your spine arched and your heels dug into his back as he thrust into with such force that your body slid a few inches towards the headboard, the sheets creasing around you.

“A-ahhh— fuck–”

A strained moan tumbled from his lips when he sheathed himself to the hilt. You can tell by the vein popping on Peter’s neck that he wanted to lower his head, but he was fighting every instinct to keep his eyes focused on you, chocolate irises fixated as you both begin to ascend towards the precipice.

The sight of him, biting his lips and brows furrowed in such concentration made the hot coil in your belly tighten. Supporting his weight on one elbow, Peter slipped his other hand down between your legs, and his fingers—those magical fingers started working your clit almost frantically.

“Please— ohmygod, Peter,”

you babbled, clenching your quivering thighs and throwing your head back when he bottomed out once again. His tip was pressed snugly against your cervix, and you swore you could feel him poke into your stomach, but that did nothing but stir your body into overdrive. You heels dug into his backside, anchoring him as the familiar warmth of his come spurted into your womb. Instinctively, the walls of your pussy clamped tightly around his cock, milking him dry.

“C’mon, baby,” Peter mumbled as he leaned down to give you a quick peck on the mouth, “wan’ you to cum for me, yeah? Cum all over my cock.”

The few seconds between you seemed to stretch into eternity before the coil finally snapped, waves of intense, white-hot pleasure alight your bloodstream as your pussy convulsed around his cock. You placed your palms to either side of his face, his eyes trying desperately to find a part of you to focus on.

•••

Moonlight streamed in through the window, bathing a silvery glow over your bedroom as you lay tangled up in each other, legs intertwined beneath the sheets. Peter smirked lazily as he traced a finger along your arm.

“Y’know, I think ‘m finally starting to get the hang of this whole ‘normal life’ thing. Not as fast-paced as I’m used to, but it’s not so bad,”

You laughed softly, nestling your head against his bare chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

“You? Normal life? That’s a stretch.”

“Hey, I can be normal,” he defended with a grin, though the glint in his eyes said he didn’t really mind being anything but. “I did the dishes tonight. That counts, right?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, letting your hand rest on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. “You stuffed them into the dishwasher in like a nanosecond. Doesn’t really count when you’re cheating with super speed.”

Peter chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “Alright, alright. But I still nailed bedtime. Got Luna to bed without any major disasters—except maybe that story where I gave the dragon a Brooklyn accent. She seemed into it.”

“She loved it,” you agreed, smiling at the memory of their earlier antics.

“You’re good with her, Peter. You’re her hero.”

“Yeah, well, she’s pretty awesome,” he shifted slightly, turning to look down at you, his silver hair tousled against the pillow.

“She’s got you to thank for that.”

You met his gaze, fingers idly tracing patterns on his chest.

“Pretty sure she gets most of that from you. The attitude, the energy. The ‘never staying still for more than a second’ thing.”

He smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Gotta keep things interesting, right?”

You let out a soft hum of agreement, your lips brushing against his collarbone as you spoke. “Interesting is one way to put it.”

There was a beat of comfortable silence between you, and Peter’s arm wrapped more firmly around your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space between your bodies, just the warmth of his skin against yours. He broke the silence with a quieter, more thoughtful tone. “You ever think about how we got here?”

“Where? In bed?”

“No, seriously,” Peter said, fingers brushing through your hair absentmindedly. “Like, the whole thing. You, me, Luna. I used to think I’d never have something like this. Y’know, slow life, family stuff. Thought I’d always be the guy on the outside, just speedin’ through life.”

You shifted slightly to look up at him, your chin resting on his chest. “What changed?”

He shrugged, his smile softening. “You. You changed everything. Made me realise I didn’t have to run away from it all the time. That maybe I could actually slow down long enough to be a part of something.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned up to kiss him softly, the gesture full of the affection you felt for him. He kissed you back with the same tenderness, his hand cupping your face gently as he deepened it, the kiss slow and sweet like molasses. When you finally pulled back, Peter’s thumb brushed across your cheek, eyes locked on yours in that concentrated, yet familiar way. “I don’t say it enough, but I’m lucky to have you. You and Luna. You guys are my world.”

You smiled, warmth spreading through you at the sincerity. “We’re lucky to have you too, Peter. Even if you’re still kind of a goof.”

He grinned, silver hair falling into his eyes as he tilted his head. “Gotta keep you guys on your toes somehow.”

You laughed softly, settling back against his chest, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull you into a peaceful quiet. His arms wrapped around you protectively, his thumb continuing to brush absentmindedly against your skin. For a while, neither of you spoke, just content to be together. But as you felt your eyes growing heavier, Peter’s voice broke the silence one last time, soft and almost sleepy. “Hey, babe,” he mumbled, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple.

“Thanks for making me slow down.”

You smiled against his chest, “Thanks for sticking around.”

He chuckled, his grip tightening around you. “Wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

 fear-is-truth 2024 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[taintandviolent]

Lime Green Jell-O; Peter Maximoff x Reader

summary: Reader is in a situationship with Peter Maximoff. It's been casual on both ends, or so you thought. You think he's jealous and you decide to tease a little hard. Peter can't take the heat, though.

word count: 2K!

w a r n i n g s: shameless smut, smut with a little plot, unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of jealousy, possible jealousy kink.

a/n: anonymous request! you guys keep asking me to write Peter, and I'm nervous every single time, istg. I hope it delivered, and you enjoyed reading it! ps: dividers are by firefly-graphics!

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Peter sat bolt upright, as if you’d just announced the most horrible thing in the world. Which to him, you had. 

"So, you've been seeing other guys?" Peter asked painfully casually, working overtime to control the pitch of his voice. Any hint of his true feelings and he'd be done for. 

You scoffed, feigning offense. "Of course I have." You gulped down the last bit of soda, and crawled over on the bed to throw it in the bin. Most of your free days were spent in his room, fooling around, playing video games with him, and watching whatever cheesy movie he’d put on. He seemed to think you had extra free-time that you’d spent with other guys.

Though it was only a nano-second, Peter's brows furrowed, and his lips frowned. You narrowed your eyes, and he immediately shifted in his jacket, returning to his previous state. No way she saw that. No way -- it was too fast. He darted to the bed, standing in front of you. 

Getting to your knees, you squared up. Inhaled and closed your mouth, crossing your arms firmly across your chest, underneath your breasts. Your shirt was low-cut enough that he saw the shift in your cleavage. He clenched his jaw, averting his dark eyes elsewhere. This wasn’t the time to start getting a stiffie. 

"Peter," you started, a reprimanding tone in your voice. If he was going to pull the loyalty card now… you smirked. "The first time we hooked up you said, and..." You brought your fingers up to make quotes in the air, in front of his face. "I quote: 'Nothin' serious, babe'. So....." 

Damn. Peter pushed his lips forward, nodding. "Right, yeah, I did say that. And I so totally meant it." 

"Good, so… you shouldn't care if things are getting pretty serious with one of them. Like... really serious. Serious enough that we might have to stop hanging out as much." Bam. Mic drop. 

That was a lie; a blatant one. Little did he know, you had been dating casually, but doing so completely uninterested. No one had matched your silver speedster; not in sex, not in personality, not in anything. He had zipped his way into your heart and wasn’t leaving. You weren’t about to let him know that though, and decided to dig a little deeper with the teasing. He was cute when he was jealous… which he was. You knew it. 

Instead of confessing everything right then and there, Peter stiffened and mirrored your position; arms crossed over his muscled chest. He shook his head and shrugged. Cool as cucumber. No way were you winning this one. 

You smirked again, this time, raising a single brow. "Are you... jealous, Maximoff?" 

"Pffffbfbbtbt." Peter blew air through his lips, slicing his hand through the air like he was swatting a fly away. "Totally not jealous." 

"Good, because if you were, you'd hate to hear that Tommy and I went on the most adorable date the other night, and he was --" 

His hands flew up, waving slightly. "Woah, don't need to hear the deetz, babe. No thanks." 

"Oh no? I think you are jealous... I absolutely think you are, because..." 

Peter's fingers shushed you, smushing into the fullness of your pout. He didn't want to hear the (probably one-hundred percent correct) explanation that followed the 'because'. Your eyebrows flew up on your forehead, expectantly. You tried to speak through his finger, but he pressed harder. Peter screwed up his expression before rolling his eyes towards the ceiling. He huffed a breath, and looked back at you.

You yanked your face away, narrowing your eyes into knowing slits. You barked out a laugh, unable to control it. He had always been a terrible liar, but this took the cake. “Oh, you totally are. You are lime-green Jell-o, Peter.”

“I am not.” 

“Are too.” You jabbed your index finger into his pec. “You so are.” 

He huffed and dropped his arms. You weren’t budging, and if he kept up, you’d win. He knew it, you knew it. It was a good old-fashioned standoff. You cocked your hip out to the side. 

"Okay, so maybe I am jealous. Fine. Sure. Whatever. Now, c'mere."

Exhaling heavy over his bottom lip, Peter took hold of your face and pulled you into a warm kiss. The tips of his fingers stroked your hairline, urging you closer to him - as close as he could get you without melting into you. Surprised, your eyes widened into the kiss, but after a few seconds, you couldn’t help but melt into him. 

"Peter, Peter," you murmured into his lips, pushing away slightly to look over his face with a weighted gaze. "You're really jealous?" 

Saying nothing, he nodded heavily and went back to kissing you, his tongue slipping along your bottom lip before breaching. You whimpered into his lips, the vibration tickling slightly. Peter pressed his chin into yours, gently forcing you to scoot backwards on the bed. The kiss deepened for a moment before Peter broke it, his dark orbs scanning your face. 

“Yeah,” he whispered over your lips before urging your back against the mattress. “I am super jell-o…” He mocked. 

“Want you for myself. All for myself. Okay? Just… lemme’...” 

Peter nuzzled your neck, soft lips ghosting the skin and peppering kisses from your ear lobe down to your collarbone. Just above there, he began suckling the skin, pulling it into his mouth. He sucked harder and harder until you finally yelped, jerking your head away slightly. The skin left his mouth with a wet pop. 

"Ow! Peter, what are you doing?" 

"Markin' my territory.... err.... something." He pulled back to look at his handiwork. The skin where he'd been sucking was scarlet, heading to purple, and by that evening, it would be a wicked bruise.  A little gift for whoever you saw next, if it wasn't him.

He grinned as you rubbed at the skin, feeling the tenderness of it. “Did you just give me a hickey?” 

“Maaaybe.” 

“You dork,” you murmured. Peter crushed his lips against yours again, inhaling your scent. His hands trailed up your waist, gripping it hungrily. This is exactly what you’d thought about earlier; every time he touched you, it felt electric, and nobody had even come close to that sensation. You bucked your hips up into his, grinding against the tent in his sweatpants. Peter pressed back against you, hissing through his teeth at the sudden welcome friction. Beneath the fabric, you felt the heat and pressure of his hardening cock and whined. 

“What the heck d’ya want, babe? What am I doin’ wrong here? You want a romantic? You want a casanova?” 

“No,” you started, raking your nail along his t-shirt, the fabric catching underneath your nail and exposing his luscious neck just a little bit. “I  just want you, Peter. Only you. No other guys matter, and I only… I only said that because you said it was casual, I didn’t want to seem desperate.”

“I dunno, I think I’m actin’ pretty desperate right now.” He rutted his hips against you, his cock bumping into your cloth-covered cunt again. You bit your lip, rolling your eyes back. Every whimper, moan and mewl you made coursed through his veins, straight to his dick. They made it ache, and burn, and he couldn’t help but roll his hips against yours, dry-humping you urgently. 

“Fuck me, Peter.” 

Just what he wanted to hear. He nodded in response and brought his fingers to the waistband of your pajama pants, slipping inside. He drug his middle finger up along your folds, smearing your precum over the warm flesh. You were already so wet, Peter grit his teeth, slipping a single digit inside. You vocalized at the sensation, and he slipped another finger in, pumping them in and out slowly. You loved when he did that; just felt you, played with you like a little sex toy. 

His nimble fingers slipped out, and began toying with your cunt, making tiny, quick circles on your swollen clit. The muscles of your thighs quivered hard and deep with every pass of the pad of his finger. He always knew how to make you writhe around, practically shivering with pleasure. You felt the wetness pooling underneath your ass and whimpered, shyly. You always got so wet around him, almost to the point of embarrassment. Peter never made fun, though; if anything, he was always delighted by it, and loved to feel it soaking through the fabric of your cute, little patterned panties. 

As he flicked at your sensitive spots, your lids drooped shut, thinking about how good he was going to feel. It pressed against your hip, hard and demanding, like it was searching for somewhere to go. You couldn’t wait anymore. 

“Gimmie that cock,” you whispered against his ear before nipping at his lobe. Higher than he wanted to, he whined and withdrew his fingers, planting them on your hip bone. 

“Mm’yeah…. gonna’ give it to you,” he nodded, breathless. “‘Cause you want it bad, right?” 

“Yeah, I do. The only one I want.”

Wasting no time, Peter freed his throbbing dick from his sweatpants. It bounced heavily in front of you, the searing hot tip pressing against your tummy. Biting your lip, you took it in your hand, giving it a few generous pumps. You then pushed his cock between your legs, lining it up with your slit and forcing the tip in for him. The action sent a shockwave through his body; he jerked up and groaned. “Fuuuuck…” 

Peter threw your legs over his shoulders, angling your body up. 

“C’mon, give it to me…” 

He clenched his teeth and bottomed out, slamming the lower half of his toned body into yours. It filled you, stretching your walls and pressing against them in the most erotic, tantalizing way. He found a rhythm quickly, and made sure to keep it, his balls slapping against your ass as he thrust into you. You threw your head back and let out a breathy moan, pressing your head into the pillow. You swallowed, wetting your throat and looked back up at him. 

Above you, Peter was extra-whiny today. Sweat collected on his forehead, beading up before ribboning down his temples. His silver hair stuck together in clumps, and when he looked from your pussy to your eyes, he smiled weakly. He was fucking you hard, harder than he usually did and you could only assume it was because he was taking out his aggression, his jealousy.

“Oooh, yeah, just like that, baby… Just like that. You’re so… you’re so jealous.” Your words were punctured by lewd moans and breaths, but you finally got out the teasing statement. Then, Peter did something he didn’t usually do. He gripped your shoulders and pulled you onto his cock over and over again, relentlessly, bucking his hips up to meet yours with every thrust. The tip of his cock hammered your cervix, hitting your deepest parts. Your jaw dropped, brows peaking together as he fucked you. 

“....oh….oh my fuckin’....” 

“....shit-shit-shit, Peter…” 

Your pussy clenched around his cock, and you couldn’t control it. She fluttered, coating his dick in warmth. Peter groaned, closer than ever. 

“You should… you should be –” You moaned, digging your nails into his shoulders. “...be jealous more often.” 

That did it. Peter lost it, spurting his white heat  inside of you, pumping it deep. A melody of groans between the both of you filled the room, as the thrusts slowed and the sweat dripped. He collapsed on top of you, kissing every inch of bare skin that he could find. 

After a few moments, he snapped up, hands on either side of your head. He looked down at you with a quirked brow, and a mischievous smile. You grinned back at him, lust-blown and giddy. You loved these afternoons, where you just fucked each other like teenagers. 

“Wanna’ play some video games? Or did you have another lame-o date planned?” 

You sniggered. “The only lame-o I’m dating is you.”

[wcnderlnds]

shutup | peter maximoff

・❥・ summary: peter cant stand you, you cant stand him so obviously you end up trapped in a closet together ・❥・word count: 1.9k ・❥・warnings: smut! 18+. unprotected p in v, slight choking, swearing, confined space. ・❥・ authors note: it’s badly written smut i’m so sorry

Friday nights at the mansion were usually quiet. After a hard week of training and missions it was usually the time everyone took to wind down and take some time for themselves. This week, however, Jean had suggested the team hang out and play a game of spin the bottle. Anyone the bottle landed on had to go have seven minutes in heaven with that person.If it was up to you, you would’ve avoided it all together but since everyone else was there, you would be too. There was no way you were missing out and listening to everyone talking about it the next day.

That was how you found yourself sat cross legged between Scott and Kurt. Drinks had been flowing, empty red solo cups scattered across the floor. It was now your turn to spin the bottle. Reluctantly, you grabbed it giving it a quick turn and watching in anticipation. There was only one person you didn’t want it to land on. Peter Maximoff.

You couldn’t stand him and he couldn’t stand you. It had always been that way since the moment you met. Quips were thrown at each other, insults (playful yet still annoying) tossed back and forth — it was the normal for you. Peter irritated you no matter what he did. Sure, he was attractive and he did have some redeeming qualities but there was something about him that programmed your brain to want to bother him any time you saw him.

So, of course the bottle had landed on him. Protests came from both of you but the others weren’t having it. They had to practically shove you into the closet. Seven minutes in heaven? More like seven minutes in hell. The whole time was spent with you and Peter bugging the shit out of each other. The second the seven minutes were up, Peter grabbed for the door.

Only, it didn’t open.

“You’re kidding me?!” Peter’s palm smacked hard against the wooden closet door. No matter how much he tried to pull the handle or push the door, it woudn’t budge. It was like his worst nightmare come to life. What awful things had he done in his life to be stuck in a goddamn store room closet with you of all people? Maybe this was some stupid prank the guys were pulling on him. “Scott, you better not be fuckin’ with me or I swear.”

“We can’t get it open,” Scott’s muffled voice could be heard from the other side. “Just hang tight and we’ll find help.”

Peter groaned, hitting his forehead against the door in frustration. He needed them to be quick. Not only was he stuck in here with the person he couldn’t stand but Peter wasn’t someone that could handle normal time. He ran on his own Peter time — the world going too slowly for him. Usually he was going a mile a minute. Being still was not something he could do. The wait would be agonising.

”You’re so dramatic,” you rolled her eyes, arms folded across your chest which coincidentally ended up pushing your boobs up higher. Peter couldn’t help but glance at your cleavage. He was but a man. As much as he despised you, he couldn’t deny you had a ‘totally banging body’ as he’d once put it to Kurt.

With a scoff his eyes landed back on your face. “You’re annoying.”

“So are you.”

“You’re more annoying.”

“Your face is annoying.”

“Real mature,” you fought the urge to give him the middle finger. Instead, you backed up against the small metal shelving unit to try and put as much space in between you and Peter but it was pointless. There was barely any space to begin with — the store cupboard a simple small room with a shelving unit and some cleaning equipment stacked up against the wall.

“I’d rather get my leg broke by Apocalupse again than be stuck here with you. Or, hell, I’d rather go tell Magneto he’s my dad. Maybe even get hit by a truck or have no fingers so I could never play Pac Man again. All of that would be less tortuous and less painful than being stuck in here with you,” Peter groaned, his head thrown back against the wall he was leaning again. His Adam’s apple bobbing, giving you the perfect view of his neck. If this was some alternate reality, you’d probably take this chance to make out with him, pressing wet kisses along the nape of his pretty little neck. But, alas, you were in this reality — the one where you couldn’t stand the annoyingly handsome speedster. Rather unfortunately really because he was nice to look at. Just a shame he was a pain in the ass.

“Yeah? Well, it’s not a picnic for me either, stuck here with you, Pietro.” If there was one thing about Peter it was that he despised anyone but his mom calling him his proper name. It was a sure fire way to get under his skin. By the way Peter’s cheeks flamed red, you knew it had worked.

“Don’t call me that,” he clenched his jaw, fingers tapping against his thigh — the irritation and impatience at being stuck in the small confined space more than evident.

“Why not, Pietro?” You fluttered your eyelashes with a mocking tone. Sarcastic, even.

“Stop.”

“Pietro. Pietro. Pi-“ Before you could register what was happening, Peter’s lips were crashing into yours in a clash of frustration. With wide eyes, you pushed his shoulders to get his damn lips off you. “What are you doing?!”

“I need you to shut up and stay shut up.” His lips were back on yours in an instant. His lips were warm — tasting of bubblegum and the twinkie he’d just been eating before the two of you had been pushed into the dimly lit room. There was barely any time to register his tongue pushing into your mouth. Your lips parted, meeting his tongue with your own, the two of you both fighting for control. It was messy, it was rough but you weren’t complaining. Peter’s trailed along your jawline down to your neck. He bit down, sucking the skin to leave a red mark he knew would turn into a hickey in no time at all. Was he doing it out of spite so you’d have to explain to everyone how you got it? Absolutely. “You’re annoying but, ugh, you’re so fucking hot.”

His hands slid down to the curve of your ass, fingers digging into the flesh there, his lips finding yours again. Peter’s body was flush against yours. He could feel your breasts against his chest and he was now regretted that he hadn’t took your shirt off. His hips slowly started to grind against yours — his bulge rubbing directly against your clothed core. He gave your ass a squeeze as you mumbled cheekily against his lips. “I’d say the same but….”

Peter narrowed his eyes and in a blink of an eye his hand was up your skirt pushing your panties to the side. His expert fingers exploring between your folds. You were already so damn wet, he could feel you coating his fingers. “Yeah, well, this says different.”

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes, biting back the soft gasp that was threatening to spill when he pushed two of his fingers easily inside you. He wasted no time at all pumping them at an unforgiving pace. Your plush walls felt like heaven against his fingers. So tight. He couldn’t wait to bury himself inside you — something he’d thought about many times but that was a secret he’d keep to himself. There was nothing gentle about this. His fingers curled inside you, trying desperately to get that moan to fall from your lips. He succeed, the sound going straight to his dick. The shit eating grin on his face made you want to slap him. “Don’t get too cocky.”

Peter pulled his fingers from you manoeuvring you so your ass was pressed against him. It was no secret what was about to happen so you reached your hands out to grab onto the shelf for support in anticipation. Peter leaned over, his voice rough as he spoke into your ear.“Pretty sure I said I wanted you to shut up.”

“Make me then,” you challenged as you rubbed your ass against him, the most delicious groan filling your ears. Without looking back you could hear the familiar sound of a zip been undone and Peter hissing as the cool air hit his length. “For someone who’s name is Quicksilver, you sure are slow.”

That’d do it. Without even a warning Peter thrust his cock into you, filling you to the hilt. A loud moan passed your lips causing Peter to reach his hand around to cover your mouth. “Shutup! We don’t need anyone hearing us.”

He set an unrelenting pace, pounding into you with determination. The fingers on his free hand dug into your hips, holding you in place as he fucked you. His cock was hitting every sweet spot. It was hard not to cry out especially when Peter hit you with a particularly hard thrust, stilling inside you. To tease you, he stayed buried and ground against you. Every inch was inside you and you could feel it all. The sensation of feeling so full making you squirm. “You gonna be quiet?”

You nodded your head desperately. You needed him to move. At this point you didn’t care how pathetic you looked. Seemingly happy, Peter pulled out then rammed himself back into you. He leaned over your body, his hand lightly wrapping around your neck to pull your back flush against him as he continued to move into you hard and fast. Your hands tightly gripped the metal of the shelves, the cool metallic digging into your skin but it gave Peter enough support to trail his other hand round your body giving one of your tits a squeeze through your shirt. Unfortunate that he didn’t get a proper look at them.

“You’re so much nicer when you’re quiet,” he grunted, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the small cupboard.

“Bite me, Maximoff.” So, he did, softly biting down on your shoulder, the hand around your neck squeezing just a little. “Fuck.”

Peter could tell you were close. He could feel your walls fluttering around him, your body trembling with the effort of staying upright. His release was so close.

His hand slid down from your neck, rubbing tight circles against your clit and that was your undoing. Before the loud moan could escape, Peter brought his over hand over your mouth to muffle the cries as your pussy clamped down around him. With one final brutal thrust, he buried himself inside you, burying his own moan in your neck.

All was quiet beside the panting as you both caught your breath back until the door handle started to jiggle like someone was trying to open it.

“Oh shit “ Peter pulled out of you lightning fast, tucking himself back in his pants just in time because the door opened revealing Scott. “About time.”

“Sorry! At least you didn’t kill each other,” Scott’s eyes darted between the both of you. Nervously, you smoothed your skirt out hoping he didn’t see your flushed cheeks. Peter’s hair was a ruffled mess but he didn’t seem to care about anything other than getting out of there.

“Yeah, yeah. Anyway, gotta run,” he turned back to you with a knowing smirk. “Glad I finally figured out how to shut you up.”

Before you could say anything, he was gone in a blur of silver. “I hate you!” You called out anyway just to feel better.

Because, even if he had just given you one of the best fucks of your life, you really did despise him and nothing would change that.

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

PETER MAXIMOFF day 9 (17, oct) — dry humping

18+ fem!reader, 428 words. mdni!!

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST ⋆ ˚｡𖦹.

You’re on the sofa in the basement, twisted into Peter with your leg draped over his thighs, hands either side of his face — holding him while you kiss. Fingers skimming back into his silver hair, nails grazing over his scalp in that way he always seems to love. 

“God, I love it when you do that,” he mutters into your mouth, pulling away momentarily as he speaks. 

His grip alters, one hand moving to your side while the other slips up to behind your neck. His hold light and delicate, the act simply a way of keeping you close.

Without a second thought, you find yourself following instinct — adjusting your position to hover over his lap, straddling him. You meet his dark brown gaze, his eyes completely enamoured as he flicks over your face in your alleviated position, taking all of you in.

You rake your fingers back through his hair as you lean in to rejoin your lips, the kiss continuing with that prior desperation. Needy noises mumble in one another's mouths, the eager, quick touches from each of you a further indication to your sexual frustrations. 

Your hips faintly wind, the subtle motion aided by the momentum from the blissed murmurs. Each small, little grind rubbing your clothed cunt nicely against his jean-covered chub on — his cock growing harder under you. 

His hands drop to your hips. His fingers beginning their quick, slight kneading before they’re grazing up and under your top, hooking the hem as he lifts it from you. He breaks from the kiss, his head pulling back as he rids you of your t-shirt. 

Peter’s eyes drop down to your chest, your tits looking as tempting as ever sitting in the bra you wear specially for him when you visit. He’s quiet, as if he can’t quite formulate words. But you knew what he was thinking, you could see what he was thinking. The smile, the little glimmer in his eyes, the slight shake of the head — all of it a visual representation of how he’s feeling: lust.

He leans forward, face ducking for your chest as his hands do the same. He cups your tits through your bra, his pawing only lasting a few moments before he’s pulling them out over the top. The under swell of your breasts resting atop your bra.

And as you continue your subtle, slow wind on his clothed crotch, he’s littering your chest in kisses — desperately skimming over your skin. His lips moving across you in a scattery, pepper-like worship. Strings of half swears mumbling between. 

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[americanwh0rerstory]

KINKTOBER DAY SEVEN

inappropriate use of mutation - quicksilver

stalker!peter maximoff x f!reader

SUMMARY: after months of obsession, he finally claims what he saw as ‘his’

CONTENT WARNING: SLIGHT NONCON, drugs (weed), sorta stalking? p in v, hair pulling

A/N: I AM SORRY FOR THE DELAY. it unfortunately will happen sometimes but i’ll post the fics asap <3

MDNI, 18+ CONTENT BELOW. CONSUME AT OWN RISK

Peter wasn’t controlling, he was far from it. but whenever he thought of Y/N he found that he couldn’t help but feel that way. he wanted you all to himself, he wanted you to be his.

he couldn’t help but feel jealous whenever he saw you talking to some of the other guys around the school, however he wouldn’t know that if he wasn’t following from a distance. he always thought of it as ‘protecting’ you, just incase anything happened but deep down he knew what he was doing

he craved those brief moments of eye contact, the way you obliviously smiled and said hi to him whenever he made his presence known to you. he always wondered what it was that he saw in your eyes, so innocent yet he could see that hint of desire beneath the surface; he had to act on it

“sooo… wanna go out one time?” peter blurred out when you greeted him, his lips moving faster than his brain. when you accepted a grin overtook his face, his plan truly was coming together with you being completely oblivious

the date went smoothly: he used his mutation to take you wherever you wanted to go, he made the date as perfect as possible for you. it wasn’t about his enjoyment, it was all about yours.

he brought you back to his place, sharing a joint with you whilst you sat perfectly on his lap. he chose a strain of weed he knew to be an aphrodisiac, just wanting to boost his chances of you giving him that ‘yes’. he had you sat on his lap, which you happy obliged with, whilst the two of you shared a joint.

“i can tell you want it y’know” peter murmurs softly, one hand gently trailing up your thigh whilst his arm snakes around your waist. you went to protest, not wanting to give away your feelings but you was cut off by his cocky and amused scoff “don’t deny it, i can feel you dripping through my jeans”

his hand snuck under your skirt as he spoke, rubbing small circles on your clit through the dampening cotton of your panties, causing your breathing to become heavier and your eyes glazing over with lust. the effects of the weed were hitting you hard,

he gently tugged your panties to the side, the sudden chill hitting your slit caused you to shiver against him. he smirked and slowly began to push his index finger into your tight hole, his middle finger soon following

“i know you like it” he mumbled, his warm breath hitting your ear. he wasn’t wrong though, your body betrayed you and only made you even wetter around his fingers. he scissored them back and forth within you; stretching you out and scoffing with amusement whenever you let out one of your ‘cute little moans’ as he’d call it

he kept fingering you, using his mutation to turn his hand into a human vibrator and bring you just to the brink of orgasm before pulling out. he bent you over the foot of his bed, making sure you could see your fucked out face in his mirror headboard whilst he slid into you and resumed the fast pace

“c’mon babygirl, it’s me. thought you’d know it’ll be fast” peter taunted as he pulled your hair, yanking your head back whilst he mercilessly pounded into you from behind; forcing your back into an arch. his mutation made his movements so fast you couldn’t tell whether he was pumping in or out of you anymore

your walls squeezed around his dick which caused him to let out a whine of pleasure, blabbering curses of euphoria. he threw his head back in satisfaction, letting out shamelessly loud and lewd moans which coincided with your own pleasure filled mewls.

his thrusts remained fast but occasionally grew sloppy as he neared the edge, his tip ramming against your cervix with each thrust that only brought you closer too, until your joint orgasm

white-hot flushes of pleasure crashed over you in waves, your eyes squeezing shut as tears of satisfaction began to prick in your tear ducts. you felt the warm ropes of his milky seed spurt into you and paint your insides white.

peter felt that intense euphoria too, low moans escaped his lips whilst occasionally letting your name spill. he felt his release pump out of his tip and into you, satisfying his desire to claim you which he had felt for so so long

“youre mine now, babycakes” he grinned before planting a kiss to your forehead “if you want to be, that is” he said despite already knowing the answer

A/N: once again i’m sorry for the delay, i hope this was worth it <3

[marchsfreakshow]

After Show Jitters [Peter Maximoff]

Fluffy smut

Doing performances on stage are always weird and scary. No matter how many times you've performed. Peter knows just how to relax you once you're done.

Another theatre based fic. Because theatre. But our lovely Quickie this time. And also why not? This took ages lol I'm so sorry

Warnings: minimal mention of plot, praise, begging, small amount of teasing & body worship, overstimulation, classic PiV.

18+! MINORS DNI

No one's perspective

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The evening had passed quicker than expected. A blurry mush of lights, audiences and words.

Resting your head on your crossed arms, another sigh escaped you. "Just one more performance.." you muttered to no one else in the dressing room.

"You're doing so well.." The words uttered from a disembodied voice made you shoot up and stare into the mirror. Peter stood behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder. Gazing into your eyes through the mirror with a little glint of desire. Your fingers wrapped around his arms as you let out a breath.

Kisses started on your cheek and trailed down to your neck easily. The little murmuring of praises continued as Peter's hand made their way to your chest, finding one of your breasts easily. Gentle, teasing squeezes as kisses turned into small bites and licks here and there. Tiny gasps leaving you with every single kiss and touch. He was being languid with his touches. Both of you knew you could be faster. He'd been faster before. "Takin' it so slow.." you whispered slightly whiney, suddenly getting a bit needy.

"Oh, the only time I want to take my time and worship you..." Peter started, obviously stopping himself from giggling, "You want me to go fast and... hard?"

"Y-yeesss... please, please Peter.."

"Hhholy shit I love your begging..." He breathed out, immediately pulling your costume jacket off, and throwing it somewhere. Well, there goes that $30.. as soon as Peter pulled your chair away from the dresser, his hands went under your thighs, pulling you up into his arms. A squeak of surprise from you and your arms whipped around his neck, only pushing you further into his body. "Perfect... perfect..so damn great.." He continued, walking you to the closest wall and keeping you up against it.

As soon as your back was against the wall, and your legs tightened around his waist mainly, Peter's hands immediately became a blur. His own trousers pooled around his ankles, and your own suddenly hung around one of your own along with your underwear. "Fucking..." You whispered in slight disbelief.

"What?" He asked lowly with a small chuckle, only causing you to whine nothing in particular. "I thought you'd be used to that by now babe." Your only response was a small shake of your head before your lips finally met his. Fast and sloppy kisses together, his hands roaming over your thighs. If it was up to Peter, he could live between those thighs. He really could've. Another few licks and bites around here, and just there out of pure desperation.

"Wow... fuckin' gorgeous. Jesus...could live between these things.." The speedster muttered to himself as his hands worked to bring your top off too, letting your tits practically spill out of your bra like water. His whispered compliments only served to warm up your face more and more. One touch to your cheeks and it was probably as hot as a furnace. Eventually, though, Peter met your eyes as he focused his hand's attention on your thighs. So..perfect. "I think ya deserve me now.."

"Fuck Peter... pleaseee.." You were never one to beg, so your desperate words blew Peter's control out of...whatever box in his head he was keeping it in. "Please just fuck me..please.."

"Damn...beg some more and I might just bend you over the dressing table once we're done like this.."

Your only response was a whine, mixed with a gasp as the speedster let his cock free from his boxers. It had been up against you the whole time Peter was praising you, and your attempts to pathetically grind against him went unnoticed unfortunately. Biting your lip as you watched it twitch for a second, pre-cum glistening the tip so beautifully. But only for a second as Peter's hands kneaded into your thighs and thrust upwards. His cock filled you perfectly every time, maybe more when you were clinging to his shoulders and up against a wall. "you really musta been missin' me tonight hm?" He whispered teasingly into your ear with every agonizingly slow thrust up into you. "Hm?"

"y-yeah-!" Was your eventual reply, breathless already from a small amount of slow movements.

"yeah? So you wouldn't mind if I sped up then?" Peter asked rhetorically, you definitely didn't mind, and he certainly didn't mind the idea of speeding up. You didn't even reply coherently. Only replying with a strangled moan, digging your nails further into his shoulders.

"Peter...fuh-fuuck!" Whimpered into his neck, his thrusts up into you getting more obscene and faster. A wet sound repeating itself which only made you feel closer to your ecstasy. His own moans and whines were buried into the crook of your neck as he attempted to hide them, despite how many times you told Peter you wanted to hear him. Both of you were so vocal, that it almost hurt to keep yourselves quiet just in case anyone walked past the dressing room. "Mmhh..'mso.."

"uh huh..go on.." Peter urged into your ear, still quietly praising and loving you verbally as he gripped onto your thighs once more. He could already feel your cunt start to clench over and over, then figured it would only get worse in a second. "Always feel so good...perfect.." He muttered incoherently, feeling your legs tighten around his waist once more. Practically milking him of nothing as soon as that needed high overtook your feelings. Screaming out his name, pulling him impossibly close to your own body.

Yet, Peter's own movements never slowed. In fact, he only went further up, getting a little bit faster. It elongated your high, eventually slipping into feeling overstimulated. "God- 's..'sso much Peter.."

He just shushed you, continuing to increase his pace. The lewd sounds of your mixed moans and Peter's continued thrusts eventually pushed the speedster over the edge. His movements up into you got sloppy, eventually digging his nails into your skin more and for certain leaving some bruises a few hours later. His reserved whimpers and groans changed into whines of your name, over and over. "F-fuck.."

Peter's hands faltered slightly as he brought himself down from his needed ecstasy. Panting a bit as he caught his breath, and it was warm, sweet against your neck. You were still too mindless to give a verbal thank you, so you pressed a kiss to his temple instead. Gazing dumbly at the man holding you against the wall.

But eventually, you were placed against the small couch right by the wall you were just fucked against. You could still feel Peter twitch inside you as he hovered above you. "soooo.." He started with a smug grin, "Want round 2?"

"Absolutely..."

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[purehypnotic]

hi! can you make a fluff headcanon of pietro maximoff pleaseee?😩

𝑻𝒀𝑺𝑴 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻!!!! 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕!🤍

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🤍𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞-𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐳𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬.

🤍𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐛, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭-𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐢��𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝. ��𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫, 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

🤍𝐇𝐞 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐮𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐚 š𝐢š𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥-𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐒𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬.

🤍𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐚-𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐒𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐥.

🤍𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

𝒊𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆🎀

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LOOK AT HIM!!!

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"You can check if you like" | Peter Maximoff x F! Reader

Summary: Peter comes back from a mission with a wound and you patch him up. He takes the opportunity to tease you.

Warnings: nsfw content, fingering, teasing, Peter being a cocky asshole

"Oh my god what happened to you?" you jump up from your seat when the team gets back from their mission, noticing the bleeding coming from your boyfriends head. You'd be lying if you said he didn't look hot all bloodied up, but you were too concerned with his wellbeing to indulge in the urge to make out with him.

Peter gives you his usual cocky smile, ignoring your concern "I'm fine babe, its just a scratch." You aren't convinced, but you know he wont go back on the statement, ever the cocky bitch despite his constant dramatics. You raise an eyebrow at him to indicate you dont believe him, "Please just let me look at it anyway"

Peter rolls his eyes and groans, smiling at you playfully while he does so - but he doesn't protest and takes you to one of the bathrooms with a fwip.

Though he does that all the time, you never expect it - and the speed always makes you feel ill and disoriented. You take a second to ground yourself, before getting the first aid things out of the bathroom cabinet to sort him out, and speaking to him as you rifle through it. "You're okay everywhere else yeah, nothing got through your suit?"

"You can check if you like" His tone is suggestive and he wiggles his eyebrows, and you roll your eyes at his answer - taking that as a no. He watches you for a second, and then sits down on the closed toilet lid before you have the chance to tell him to.

You move to stand in front of him, subconsciously situating yourself between his legs where he was practically manspread, and you push his goggles onto the top of his head, trying to make sure his hair stays tucked under them and out the way. The cut looks deep, and you wince a little thinking about it. You lock eyes with him as you pick up a little cotton pad and alcohol to clean the wound - you've done this a fair few times and he knows the drill, but you warn him regardless. "It's gonna sting a second Quickie"

You press the alochol soaked cotton pad on the wound, making sure to be gentle, and Peter grips onto the nearest thing when you do so, which happens to be your thigh. The feel of his hand on you shoots to your core immediately, and your breath hitches for half a second before you catch yourself and ignore it. You keep cleaning the wound, eventually moving on to clean the dried blood around it, and Peters leg is bouncing as he starts to get bored and restless.

You lock eyes with him and lean back a second. "Peter, sit still, find something in here to distract yourself im nearly done i promise" There's a certain look in his eye when he looks at you, and you can see an idea forming in his head, and you worry slightly what ridiculous idea you've accidentally caused him to have, but you get back to what you're doing anyway.

As you grab a roll of bandaid and scissors to cut it down to fit the wound, you feel a hand at the top of your thigh, fingers hooking into your panties to get them down a little - you try to ignore it and focus on finishing what you're doing, holding the roll up unrolling a little bit to see how much you need.

You hear a little cocky laugh from Peter as his finger prods at your folds and you could have ripped his suit off him there and then. But you try not to react, steadying your breathing before you look at him. "Whats funny"

He looks up at you, a shit eating grin on his face. "You're so wet and i haven't even touched you"

A pink shade dusks over your cheeks as you roll your eyes, in your head you know exactly what made you wet, but you know he'll poke fun at you for it so you don't tell him. "Shut up"

You cut a bit of a bandaid off the roll, big enough to fit the wound, and as you do so, he slides a finger into you, thrusting it in and out at a painfully slow pace - but he doesnt take long to slide a second finger in. He is still in his suit, and the gloves of the suit feel weird. The feeling is foreign but good. Your breathing goes a bit shaky as you try to concentrate, putting the roll down and picking up the bit you cut off, flipping it around to peel the back off, struggling a little fiddling with it.

Peter speeds up his fingers, curling them inside you to hit the spot that makes you whine a little, earning the same shit eating grin as before as he makes sure to keep hitting that spot. He brings his other hand to circle your clit as you finally get the back off the band aid, and you moan out as he draws figure 8's over the sensitive bud. "Fuckk Peter"

You stick the band-aid over the wound carefully but quickly, placing your hands on his shoulders as soon as you're done, breathing heavily and whimpering a bit. "Peter please"

He speeds up the finger on your clit, practically vibrating it and you moan loudly, legs shaking as you try hold yourself up properly and your walls clench around his fingers a little.

Thats when he stops. You look at him with pleading eyes "What the fuck"

He laughs a little "You've finsihed patching me up"

You look at him dumbfounded and annoyed, you open your mouth to protest but he speaks before you.

"You wanna check under my suit now?"

[pretty-little-mind33]

Pietro Maxmioff x fem!reader

Summary: You don't want to share a bed with Pietro. He wants nothing more than to share one with you.

Prompt: one bed - "Don't bite your lip, bite mine."

Warnings: again, I use Czech as 'Sokovian', swearing, flirty!pietro, anxious!reader

PIETRO MAXIMOFF MASTERLIST

BLURB MASTERLIST

"Which asshole gave Pietro and me a room with only one bed!" you hiss, standing in the small living corner that is in the hotel, your arms crossed.

Steve and Tony glance up from their m friendly game of pool while Natasha smirks from where she is on the couch. Wanda, who is watching Steve and Tony's game, laughs and you snap your head around to glare at her. 

"What's so funny? Can't I switch with you? He's your brother!"

Wanda shakes her head, still smiling. "Rooms are rooms."

You huff. You're not stupid. Everyone on the team thinks you and Pietro have some romantic thing going on, which means they'd most likely done this on purpose.

"Well, fuck you all," you say and storm back into the elevator, angrily making your way up to your hotel room again. 

You open the door and almost slam into Pietro, who is walking out of the bathroom, with only a towel loosely hung around his hips.

He curses in Sokovian as his eyes widen. "Miláček (Sweetheart)," he says, finally registering it's only you, and that familiar annoying play-boy smirk curls his lips. 

"I leave you alone for barely five minutes and you've already finished your shower?" you ask in disbelief, ignoring how water still drips down his torso and over his toned abs.

Pietro makes it so damn hard to be mad at him when he looks this good. 

"I'm quick," he shrugs and walks by you, ruffling your hair with a grin. He turns and walks into the main room, calling out behind him, "Plus, now you have more time to shower yourself. You're welcome, Princezna (Princess)."

You roll your eyes and storm into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you as you pretend you're not completely flustered by him or his pet names. 

Once you've finished your shower, you leave the bathroom dressed in your pajamas. Your hair is dried and brushed and your skin smells like the vanilla body wash you'd used.

Pietro is lying on the right side of the bed, his arms folded behind his head as he watches a comedy movie and chuckles along. 

He perks up when he sees you and smiles. "Hey, drahoušek (darling)," he says, his voice hoarse and raspy. 

"That's three," you hum and walk over cautiously, sitting on the other end of the queen-sized bed, staring at Pietro like he's some scary unknown. "You have any more cheesy pet names I can't understand up your sleeve, Maximoff?" 

Pietro chuckles, very amused. "How do you know they're cheesy if you can't understand them, moje srdce (my heart)."

You narrow your eyes at him defiantly. "I just know," you say. "I know you."

Pietro hums and looks at you, his silver hair falling over his icy blue eyes for a moment. "Wanna finish the movie?" he asks. 

You shake your head and climb under the blanket. You hear Pietro's laugh and then he turns off the T.V. He speeds up to turn off the lights, tucking himself into the bed next to you in a blur. His body feels so warm, so close, and your head spins as you try to stay as far away from him as possible. You hate these feelings. You hate them more than anything. 

"Princezna (Princess)?"

You tense. 

"Y-yeah?"

You hear the shifting of sheets and then he's even closer, his hand coming up from behind to brush some strands of your hair as his fingertips then linger on your cheek. "Look at me, will you?" he asks seriously. 

You hesitate, not wanting to turn around. Pietro hums again and whispers something in Sokovian in your ear. His breath is warm on your skin and as if in a trance, you turn around. Your noses almost touch, causing your eyes to widen. The curtains aren't drawn closed so you can see him easily in the moonlight. 

He's gorgeous. 

You bite your lip, the action almost uncontrollable. 

Pietro's gaze hardens and without much thinking, he leans in and takes your chin in his hand, kissing your lips. In the process, he opens your mouth to disconnect your teeth from your lips as he deepens the kiss. As startled as you are, you kiss him back and pull him closer to you. No lips have ever felt softer than his.

Pietro pulls away after a moment and grins. "Don't bite your lip, next time drahoušek (darling), bite mine." 

His words cause you to halt, your body feeling weak as you look at him with wide eyes and a shiver runs through you when his thumb traces your lips.

You find yourself nodding, your shyness appearing as you realize Pietro fucking Maxmioff had just kissed you—while in the same bed—you know have to share.

Pietro is looking at you like he adores you, his eyes tracing every blemish and insecurity on your face with a look that makes your heart flutter.

"I like you," he tells you. "A lot." 

Your mind is unable to conjure up any coherent words but it's screaming at you to return the feelings. 

"You don't need to tell me now, Princezna (Princess)," he whispers and kisses your forehead. "Miluji tě (I love you)," he adds, knowing you can't understand him. His arm wraps around you and you let him, nuzzling into him. His chest fills with pride.

Your mind has only calmed down a little, or calmed down enough, that the one thing you can think is thank god for the team and their weird sense of intuition. 

tags: @tansgirlfriend, @princesssunderworld, @lqrlei, @brokeaesthetic, @sayitlikethecheese

[fear-is-truth]

hii I wanna request, I hope you’re alright with it. the reader pissed off peter maximoff REALLY BAD and then he stuffed her like a twinkie all over again :3

G A M E O V E R

── peter maximoff x f!reader | nsfw ‧ mdni

tags: brat! reader. dom! peter. vagināl fingēring. dirty talk. manhandling. force feeding. unprotected p in v. creampie. not proofread, english is not my 1st/2nd language. 1.8k

a/n: this is kinda rushed, sorry if it’s bad. ‘m busy with college prep and all that shit :(

You were sprawled out on the couch in your boyfriend’s mum’s basement, growing increasingly bored as he remained glued to the Pac-Man machine. Peter was hell-bent on beating his high score, but all you wanted was for him to come over and cuddle with you. You shifted on the couch, huffing dramatically, but he didn’t even glance your way.

You spotted a box of Twinkies on the side table and smiled. Maybe a little distraction would do the trick. You grabbed one from the box, aimed it at the back of his head, and tossed it.

In a split second, Peter’s left hand shot out, catching the snack without even looking away from the screen.

“Nice try,” he muttered, ripping open the wrapper with his teeth and stuffing the snack into his mouth. He tossed the wrapped behind his back, still hunched over the arcade cabinet.

Undeterred, you grabbed another Twinkie and launched it at him. This time, Peter spun around with that infuriatingly cocky smirk, catching it in midair.

“Really?” he chuckled before turning back to his game.

Oh, it was on.

You reached for a third Twinkie, aiming carefully, and let it fly. Peter caught it again, faster than you could blink.

“Are you done?” he asked, his tone playfully annoyed, still focused on the game.

But you were far from done. With an annoyed huff, you grabbed another Twinkie and hurled it with all the force you could muster. The snack flew across the room, and for a moment, you thought you might miss again—but this time, Peter didn’t catch it. The Twinkie smacked the back of his head just as his Pac-Man character turned a corner, running straight into a ghost.

The sound of the game dying filled the room—first the distinctive womp womp womp as the ghost devoured Pac-Man, followed by the shrill bee-doop bee-doop as the screen flashed “Game Over.”

Peter’s hand froze on the joystick, his character fading from the screen, leaving only the taunting “Game Over” message blinking.

He slowly turned around, and you could see the mix of irritation and disbelief in his eyes.

“You did not just do that,”

You leaned back into the couch, giving him your most innocent look, going so far as to pout.

“What? I was just trying to help you… take a small break,”

But Peter wasn’t having it. In a flash, he was right in front of you, using his speed to pin you down on the couch before you could even process what was happening. His hands grabbed your wrists, pressing them above your head, his face hovering just inches above yours.

“You’re really askin’ for it, aren’t you?”

He muttered, and you could sense the anger rolling off him in waves, but the defiant smirk on your face never faltered. You bit your lip, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. He leaned down, his face hovering just inches from yours, and you could catch the faint scent of sugar on his breath.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” you taunted, trying to keep your voice steady, even as your heart raced in your chest.

Peter’s eyes narrowed, a devious smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Without breaking eye contact, he reached over to the side table and grabbed one of the Twinkies you’d been pelting him with earlier. He tore open the wrapper with his teeth, the sound of crinkling plastic breaking the tense silence between you.

Before you could even process what was happening, Peter’s hand shoved the sponge cake into your mouth, forcing the damn thing between your lips.

“Mghmm–”

Your eyes widened in shock as the sugary treat filled your mouth, your protests muffled by the sudden intrusion. Choking and spluttering, you attempted to push the Twinkie out with your tongue, but Peter was relentless. His hands moved to pin your shoulders down, holding you in place on the couch as he leaned over you, his smirk widening as he watched your struggle.

“Thought you wanted a snack,” Peter taunted,“that ought to do the trick.”

You glared up at him, trying to shoot him a look that was equal parts annoyance and defiance. Peter’s smug grin only grew wider as he watched you try to chew and swallow the Twinkie, your cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk.

“Unless… you want something else stuffed inside you,”

You glared back at him, still breathing heavily from the surprise attack. In the next moment, his hand was on your thigh, moving under your skirt with purpose that sent desire stirring inside your loins. A small moan escaped your lips as his fingers brushed against your panties, teasing the wet spot there.

Pushing aside the fabric, his nimble fingers delved into your folds, stroking and teasing, drawing out your arousal. You arched into his touch, hips bucking as he circled your clit with his thumb. Without warning, he unceremoniously plunged two fingers into you, sinking to the knuckles. A strangled yelp escaped your lips at the sudden intrusion and your pussy clenched when his digits curled against your sweet spot.

“That’s it,” he cooed, scissoring his fingers. “Get all nice and wet for me.”

You could feel the pressure building inside you, your muscles tensing as Peter worked you higher and higher. Just as you were about to crest, he pulled his hand away, leaving you aching and empty.

Peter wasted no time, his hands finding your upper arms. With a swift movement, he flipped you onto your stomach, the couch creaking as you squirmed under him.

“Peter…’s not fair…” you whined, sounding way more whiney and pathetic than you’d intended, but you were too worked up to care. He straddled your hips, legs on either side of you. You could feel his hardness press against your ass, warmth radiating through your clothes as he leaned down,

“Wow, this is rich, comin’ from the brat who was hurling Twinkies at me five minutes ago.”

This was it—the moment you secretly hoped for. You bit your lip, quivering with excitement.

He didn’t waste any time unzipping his fly and shoving down his jeans. He then yanked down your panties before gripping your thighs, spreading them apart as he positioned himself between them. His cock slide smoothly into your wetness with a lewd squelch and you gasped, toes curling as he filled you up. It felt amazing, the familiar heat in your stomach.

“Fuck,” Peter groaned, his voice strained.

“You feel so fucking good,”

Hands gripping firmly on your hips, he pulled out almost completely before slamming back into you, the flesh of your ass smacking loudly against his pelvis.

“Aahhh— oh god,”

You mewled, feeling his fat tip graze your g-spot. His pace was relentless, his cock plunging in and out you with an animalistic fervor. The couch shook under the force of his thrusts, and you clutched at the cushions, nails digging into the fabric as your body rocked. Peter’s free hand roamed over your body, cupping your breast and squeezing it roughly.

You arched your back, offering yourself to him, your pleasure growing as he jackhammered his girth into you. The slapping sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the basement, your moans and whimpers interspersed with Peter’s grunts.

“Love Twinkies so much, huh? How ‘bout I stuff that sweet pussy full of cum?”

he taunted, his pace quickening. Delirious, you simply nodded, unable to form words as the pleasure built to a crescendo. Your pussy clenched around him, greedily urging him deeper. Peter’s breath was hot on your neck, his voice low as he swore at you between thrusts. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, the evidence of his approaching climax.

His grip on your hips tightened, and with one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you. You cried out as you reached the peak, your orgasm washing over you in waves. Peter followed close behind, his hips jerking as he pumped you full with his release. He stayed inside you for a moment, thrusting languidly until a white ring formed around the base of his cock, dribbling onto the couch.

He collapsed onto your back, panting heavily. You lay underneath him, basking in the post-coital glow, feeling both satisfied and slightly ashamed of the events that led to this moment. The room fell silent once more, save for the sound of your heavy breathing and Peter’s ragged gasps. He rested his chin on your shoulder, hands still holding onto your hips.

“If you want my attention, just ask, m’kay? Never mess with my Pac-Man again.”

he slurred, pressing a kiss to your temple. You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself.

“Fine,”

 fear-is-truth 2024 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[whoreofdilfs]

he is officially trying to k word me

[wcnderlnds]

bucket hats & trench coats | peter maximoff

・❥・summary: peter ralph gets caught up in the westview incident

・❥・word count: 2.1k

・❥・warnings: 18+, nsfw. female reader, p in v, unprotected sex, car sex, agatha all along spoilers kinda, swearing.

・❥・ authors note: this is pure filth im so sorry. also bless @jazz-berry for getting caps of our boy that i just had to use for this 💕

The click clack of fingers zooming across a keyboard was the only sound that rang out through the room. Peter’s eyes were solely fixed on the computer screen as he typed up his newest Reddit post. Ever since the events of Westview had happened and his mind was his own, he was determined to spread the truth of what had really happened. He was the hero Westview needed. Thing was, nobody really cared to listen to his ramblings about Wanda and Agatha and how he’d been manipulated by both.

Apart from you. Everything Peter had experienced, you had, too. The hex had taken you both under control. The only difference was that had only been under Wanda’s control and not hers and Agatha’s like Peter had been. It had taken a real toll on him. He was still himself but he was… paranoid, guarded like he couldn’t trust anyone.

“Holy shitballs, dude,” he spun around in his chair to face you who was sprawled out on the couch with a book in your hand. At the sound of his voice, you peered over at him, a brow raised in question. “Some kid wants to meet up to talk about the whole Westview shit. We gotta go meet him, babe. He wants to know all about Agatha and Wanda and the freaky crap that went down.”

As you looked at Peter, you couldn’t help but frown. He was still as handsome as ever but his face was now adorned with a beard, the lines and bags around his eyes more prominent than ever. His hair was an unruly mess of half silver, half brown. He’d dyed it to try and hide himself but had never kept up with it so now the roots of his curls were a shocking silver that mismatched the brown. His eyes that once held so much joy, so much fun were now full of fear and vulnerability.

“Okay, if that’s what you want to do then, yeah,” you nod.

That’s how you ended up in a parking lot the next evening. Peter looked ridiculous stood beside you in a long trench coat and a bucket hat. Although, maybe in a weird sort of way it was a look. Or maybe you were just so desperate for your boyfriends touch that you were finding anything about him attractive now. Intimacy had come to a complete halt after everything that happened. He spent most of his time on Reddit trying to spread his story. The whole thing had really put a strain on your relationship but you loved this man and there was no way you were leaving him when he needed you the most. So what if you had to touch yourself most nights just for some relief. If that’s the way it had to be then fine.

“You look ridiculous,” you hissed at him, shaking your head. “Do you really need all of this?”

“It’s a disguise, duh! Can’t have him recognising me, can I? That’s why I’m going by Ralph… I mean, Randal — whatever fake name that police dude gave me. What’s up with you anyway? You’re crabby,” he took a sideways glance at you before glancing down at his watch.

“Nothing.” It was a mumble, hands stuffed into the jacket of Peter’s you were wearing. As he was about to speak again - or, more accurately, call you out - a car pulled into the lot. This was it. “Just be careful, okay?”

Leaning up, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. His beard tickling your face, the sensation only increasing those impure thoughts of wondering what it’d feel like somewhere else, somewhere lower. Peter nodded, giving your hand a squeeze before you jogged off back to the car. This was his thing. It was something he needed to do alone so you made yourself comfy in the backseat of the car, pulling up a game on your phone to pass the time.

It felt like too much time had passed since you left your boyfriend to his meet up so with concern, you got out of the car. Peter was walking around in circles, alone, mumbling to himself. Walking over to him, you approached cautiously. “Peter?”

“I forgot to tell him so much. Damn, I’m an idiot. Do you think he’d meet up again? I need to tell him about the rabbit and….” You cut him off by taking his hand in yours.

“I think you need to relax. This isn’t good for you.”

“It’s the only thing I can think about. It’s the only thing going through my head at any given point. All I can think about is the awful things those… witches… made me do.”

At the word witches, you cut in with “bitches” causing the tiniest of smiles to creep onto his face. You had missed his smile. It was one of the most beautiful things on the planet and you’d do anything to see it again.

“I know, baby. But… you’re letting this consume you and… it’s driving us apart. I miss my boyfriend. I miss my Peter. I miss joking around, going on dates, you stealing stuff for me, being intimate with each other. Do you not realise how long it’s been since we had sex?” You sighed, playing with the fingers on his hand.

“…fuck,” he let out a sigh of his own, the realisation hitting him. Hard. How the heck could he forget about the most important person in his life? No, he wasn’t having that. He had to make it up to you and quick - luckily that just so happened to be his speciality. His hands slid down your sides, finding your hips and pulling you into him. “I’m sorry. I’ve been the worst fucking boyfriend. Let me make it up to you?”

Everything that happened next was a blur. Before you knew it, you were laid on the backseat of the car, legs spread wide with Peter between them. You had no idea where your panties were — Peter had pulled them off in a frenzy. His tongue teased along your folds elicting the most precious sounds he’d ever heard from you. Every brush of his tongue drove you wilder and wilder. His beard rubbing against your thighs only adding to the growing desire in the pit of your stomach. His lips sucked on your sensitive bud causing you to whimper, hands flying to his hair until you realised he had the stupid goddamn bucket hat on still.

“Peter,” you breathed out.

“Yeah, baby, you like that?” His tongue swirled around your clit, completely oblivious to how annoyed you were.

“Peter!” This time he looked up at you from between your legs. “Take the stupid fucking hat off.”

“You mean it’s not doing it for you? Thought bucket hats were all the rage,” he snickered but he took it off, tossing it into the front of the car then dove back in like a man starved. The long, broad stripes of his tongue sliding through your pussy was like ecstasy. God, you had missed this. When you felt him prodding at your entrance, your hands once again flew to his hair this time tangling in it successfully as his tongue dove into you.

“Oh shit,” you moaned, hips bucking into his mouth as his tongue explored your plush walls. Peter could do this all day. Your moans were like music to his ears, the taste of you the best thing he’d ever have on his lips.

“That’s it, baby,” he mumbled against you, his tongue making its way back to your clit. “Gonna come for me, pretty girl? Gonna let me make it up to you?” Between the kitten licks and the sound of him sucking up your juices, you were sure you were about to see heaven but then the little shit thrusted two fingers inside you. Your body arched as he pumped them at a rapid pace. The stimulation of his tongue and fingers was too much for you to handle and you came. Peter lapped at you, his fingers not letting up as he rode you through your orgasm.

He pulled his fingers from you. A shit eating smirk - one reminiscent of the old Peter - was plastered on his face when his eyes met yours. Seeing your release over his lips was enough to almost trigger another orgasm. It really had been so fucking long. “Not done yet.”

Through the dimly lit windows you could see him, rubbing his hard-on through the fabric of his jeans. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you leaned forward, one hand reaching out to pop the button and pull down the zipper. With his help, you pulled down his jeans and boxers enough to free him. You reached out, stroking his cock, the pearly beads of pre-cum leaking from him. With your thumb, you spread it around his tip, causing a groan to pass his lips.

“Damn, babe, keep that up and I’m gonna shoot a load on you in two seconds.” He pushed your hand off him. “Need to fuck you now. Need to fuck you real good to make up for the last year.” He pumped himself a few times, his brows furrowed as he looked at you. “Trench coat on or off?”

You contemplated it for a second. “Fuck it, keep it on. Makes you look like a mysterious hot grandpa.”

“Grandpa?! You little brat.”

That was all you heard before he pushed his cock into your tight walls. He bottomed out in one thrust, filling you to the hilt. God, it felt so good to feel him inside you again. Instantly, he began thrusting into you at a rough pace, his hands gripping your hips so tight you were sure there’d be bruises tomorrow but you didn’t care. All you could think about was your boyfriend was fucking you within an inch of your life again. Finally.

“So fucking wet for me, baby. Don’t think I haven’t heard you touching yourself every night,” he grunted, pulling out and pushing back in with force. Each thrust rougher than the next — all his pent up frustrations finally having a form of release. “Thinkin’ about me when you were playing with this pussy, huh?”

“Yes, Peter,” you mewled. Your hips bucked wildly against his trying to match his pace but it was no use. He was definitely using his mutation with the way he was pounding into you, your body moving along the seat with every thrust.

“Ain’t gotta do that no more. Gonna fuck you like this every night now,” he lifted your legs over his shoulders to hit even deeper inside you. “So damn tight.”

Hands gripped his forearms as he rutted into you like an animal in heat. Sweat was forming on his forehead, tongue sticking out at the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on bringing you as much pleasure as he could. His eyes focused on the way your tits bounced under your shirt, roaming lower as he watched himself disappear in and out of you. Fingers found your clit and you felt the vibrations rumbling through him, causing you to almost scream out. It was too much. Way too much.

“Peter! Ooooh. Can’t -,” you cried out. Before you could even register what was happening, your walls tightened around him, body arching into his as you came. Peter didn’t let up, thrusting into you with a frenzied speed and muttering dirty ramblings as he chased his own high.

“I’m gonna - fuuuuck,” his thrusts grew sloppy and before he knew it he was spilling his load into you, white hot spurts of cum coating your walls. Your legs fell from his shoulders as the two of you collapsed into each other in a sweaty heap.

The silence was almost deafening. The only sounds were your breaths as you both tried to remember how to breathe properly. The windows of the car had steamed up which caused you to giggle. Of all places you thought this would happen it definitely wasn’t in the car. Peter couldn’t help but laugh too. “You good?”

“Great,” you assured him. “Might not be able to walk but damn, Maximoff. I forgot how good you were.”

He scratched the top of his head, feeling every single bit of remorse for letting things get this bad. “Sorry about that, babe. That’s on me. I just got caught up in this Westview thing that… I neglected you but swear down I’m gonna keep making it up to you. Never meant for it to come between us.”

“I know,” you cupped his cheek. “Do me a favour, though?”

“Anything.”

“Keep the beard.”

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